Later that Sunday afternoon, I was lying in one of our lounge chairs and simply enjoying not having anything to do. I felt a shadow fall across me and opened my eyes slowly. When I looked up, I saw Gina’s sun-haloed figure.
“Wanna go for a swim?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Sure.”
She trotted down to the edge of the lake, where it was perhaps four feet deep, and dived gracefully into the water. She resurfaced several yards further out, swimming confidently toward the unoccupied raft.
I chased after her and barely caught up with her, both of us reaching the raft at the same time. Bobbing in the water, her black hair slicked back and shining in the afternoon sun, her white teeth flashed at me in a smile. She didn’t climb out immediately, instead steadying herself with a hand on the raft, easily treading water with the other.
“Jenny and Manfred want to go on another hike tomorrow morning.”
I arched my eyebrows.
“Jenny’s mom won’t let her go unless you and I go too.”
She waited. “Well?” she finally asked.
“Well what?” I asked.
“Well, do you wanna go with me, or not?” she said, tolerant exasperation clear on her face.
“Oh! Yeah. Of course.”
She gave me a look of extraordinary patience. “Jenny wants to pack a picnic lunch,” she said.
“Sure. That’d be cool.”
“You’re such a goof,” she said, shaking her head in mock sadness. “But you’re a cute goof.”
I grinned broadly and she splashed me in the face, quickly ducking under the water to make her getaway. I sputtered and ducked after her, swimming under the raft toward the shallow end of the lake. I let her beat me there and she quickly climbed up onto the grass.
The far side of the lake was about a hundred yards from the sunbathers on the hillside, and it was deserted. As I waded toward her in the ever-shallower water, she lay back on the grass and propped herself up on her elbows, crossing her legs coquettishly.
She glistened with diamond droplets of water, dark complexion tanned darker still, and her breasts were flattened to the sides of her chest, nipples still erect from the chill of the water. I stepped up onto the brick coping of the lake and looked down at her in frank admiration. She smiled up at me and then, with a look of supreme indifference, gently shook her wet hair. I joined her on the grass, propped up on my elbows to her right. She looked over and smiled at me.
“You’re still a goof,” she said lightly, closing her eyes and basking in the afternoon sun.
I smiled the smile of an incredibly content goof, and closed my eyes as well.
The next morning, after breakfast, Gina and Jenny fixed a picnic lunch. Manfred and I packed blankets, towels, and water bottles in his backpack. He also grabbed his sunscreen and I went looking for some suntan oil. Manfred dug out an additional backpack, and when the girls were finished making lunch, we packed it with the food. I pulled four Cokes from our refrigerator, wrapped them in a hand towel, and put them in the pack with lunch.
Manfred shouldered the pack with the blankets and towels and I slipped my arms through the one with our lunch. Manfred then showed me how to tighten up the straps to make the pack more comfortable, and we set off toward the lake.
“I was talking to my dad,” Manfred said as we were rounding the feeder lake, “and he said there was an abandoned quarry up one of the other streams, toward the back of the lake.”
“Yeah?” I asked breathlessly, trying to keep up with his long-legged stride.
“He said it was four to five miles up that way,” he said pointing toward the ridge on the far side of the lake. “He said the water is deep and clear, and should be good for swimming.”
“Okay,” I said. “That work for you girls?” I turned my head, and Gina and Jenny nodded.
We crossed our stream from earlier in the week and then came upon a second one. Manfred turned up the hill to follow the watercourse, then crossed it when it got narrow enough. We quickly formed a single file and headed up the slope, Manfred in the lead, followed by Jenny, then Gina, with me bringing up the rear. Half the fun of the upcoming hike, I thought to myself, was going to be watching Gina’s shapely ass as we climbed toward the quarry.
The hike itself only took about two hours. The trek wasn’t all that steep in most places, and, by Manfred’s estimate, we quickly covered more than five miles. We could see the trees opening up ahead of us for several minutes before we reached the edge of the quarry. Once we did, we all stopped and merely stared, catching our breath.
The quarry lake was actually fairly small, only about a hundred yards across. Halfway around the rim, the rock wall had crumbled into the lake itself, and there were large boulders sticking out of the serene water.
The far wall was much higher than the edge we were standing on, and was streaked with deposits from the trees and soil above. In the middle of the wall itself, there was a tall waterfall, where a stream suddenly emptied into the quarry lake.
The stream we had been following up the hill disappeared around the shoulder of the hill to our left. When we had seen the trees opening up ahead of us, Manfred had left the watercourse and headed toward the quarry itself. As we walked around the rim of the quarry to the left, we could see that the stream poured from the lake where the rim wall had crumbled. The rocks were jagged and startlingly white in the late morning sun.
“We can climb down here,” Manfred said, pointing to the jumbled slope leading down to the stream. “Then that big flattop rock,” he said, pointing, “is where we can lie out.”
With that, he began climbing down the rocky slope to the boulders forming islands in the lake. Jenny quickly followed him. With a shrug in my direction, Gina started down after them and I followed.
It took a few good leaps to make it out to the flattop rock, but we easily reached it in a few minutes. Manfred stripped off his pack and began untying his shoes, the rest of us following suit.
“Wait right here,” Manfred said, cautioning us. “I’ll check to see how deep it is.”
He quickly climbed down the sloping back side of the rock and was in the water with barely a splash. From the straight front edge of the large boulder, I watched as he swam around until he was directly underneath me. Then, his legs kicking in the air for a moment, he dived straight down.
For a minute, only bubbles returned to the surface. I was just starting to worry when I saw him coming back to the surface. His head and shoulders shot out of the water, and with a sputter and great breath, he grinned up at us.
“It’s deep,” he said, treading water easily. “About twelve feet right here, much deeper out toward the center of the lake.”
With that, he swam back to the sloping side of the boulder and quickly joined us, dripping and grinning.
Then, he looked at me and raised his eyebrows in challenge. Two quick steps took him to the edge of the boulder, and with a powerful thrust of his long legs, he arced off the rock, diving toward the surface eight feet below. I quickly followed him, lifting my arms over my head and tucking my chin as I too arced toward the cool surface of the lake.
The water parted before my outstretched hands as I broke the surface and arrowed into the deeps at the base of the boulder. The water was surprisingly warm, not quite the intense, numbing cold of a spring-fed lake. With a whoosh, I breathed out through my nose and angled toward the surface above.
I came up right next to Manfred, both of us grinning. Up on the boulder, Gina and Jenny looked at each other and shrugged. With a laugh, they both dived off the boulder. Manfred and I watched them arc into the water, raising barely a splash as they both gracefully broke the surface.
When Jenny surfaced next to Manfred, I began to worry about Gina. What if she’d hit her head on the bottom? What if…?
What if she grabbed my ankle and pulled me underwater? I sputtered to the surface again and came face to face with a laughing Gina. I looked over and Manfred was howling with laughter as well. Jenny had her hand in front of her mouth and was trying not to break into laughter of her own.
“Little man,” Manfred said, gasping for air as he chortled ruthlessly, “you had the greatest look on your face!”
“Thanks,” I said dryly, blinking water from my eyes. I quickly rounded on Gina and shoved her under the water.
A general melee ensued and Manfred and I ended up chasing the girls toward the middle of the lake. When we got there, Jenny pulled up and let Manfred catch her. Gina stopped too, and soon I was treading water beside her. We all decided to swim over to the waterfall, and set out with long, sure strokes.
It was fun swimming under the waterfall, like swimming in a very heavy rain. All we could do, however, was swim under it; the wall of the quarry was sheer, without even a handhold for climbing. After several minutes playing under the deluge, we decided that the waterfall was fun, but probably better viewed from afar.
“I’m starving,” Manfred said suddenly, treading water to the side of the falling stream.
As soon as he said it, I realized that my belly was making neglected noises as well.
“What’s for lunch?” he asked.
“Chicken-salad sandwiches and macaroni salad,” Jenny answered, swimming over to him.
“Cool,” he said, putting his arm around her and treading water with the other. “Last one there is a rotten egg!” With a strong kick, he was off.
Jenny quickly followed him. Gina rolled her eyes at me and I only shrugged in reply. Then we both set off at a stately pace across the lake, watching Manfred and Jenny pull away from us.
When we got back to the boulder with our stuff, Manfred and Jenny were already on the flat top, watching us as we both slowly swam around to the sloped side.
“For a little guy, you swim okay,” Manfred said, teasing me.
“Yeah, well, for a tall freak of nature, you sure are clever,” I replied, climbing up the boulder after Gina.
“I’m not a freak of nature,” Manfred replied, putting his best hurt tone in his voice. “I’m tall, fair, and handsome.”
“Tall, sunburned, and handsome is more like it,” Jenny said, surprising us all. She reached down into Manfred’s pack and pulled out the sunblock, unceremoniously squirted a dab into her palm, and gestured for Manfred to bend over.
With a pained look in my direction, he did as instructed. I was barely able to conceal my glee at his predicament as Jenny rubbed sunblock onto his cheeks, nose, and forehead.
When she was done, she and Gina started pulling out lunch from the second pack. We didn’t even dry ourselves off; we simply sat on the warm granite of the boulder and ate our lunch, drying in the noonday sun.
Lunch was surprisingly good. The girls had fixed two sandwiches apiece for Manfred and me, and we had macaroni salad, carrot and celery sticks, and oranges for desert. We quickly devoured the meal.
“Mmm, that was very good,” I said, licking orange juice off my lips. “Thanks girls.”
Gina blushed and smiled. Jenny stared doe-eyed at Manfred, and Gina covertly rolled her eyes at me.
“I think we’re gonna hike off our lunch,” Manfred said, “and head around to see the top of the waterfall. You wanna go?”
Sensing that he and Jenny really wanted to be alone, I quickly demurred. “I think I’m gonna stay here and relax,” I said.
“Me too,” Gina said quickly. “You two go on without us.”
“Suit yourself,” Manfred said, and reached for one of the blankets from the pack. He didn’t try to argue us out of staying, so I suspected my intuition was correct.
Gina and I quietly watched them until they were several hundred feet around the rim of the quarry.
“Sheesh,” Gina said. “Did you see the way she looked at him?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Gone. Completely gone.” I shrugged. “Hey, as long as they’re happy, I’m cool.”
We sat in silence for a few moments, then Gina reached for the suntan oil.
“I am gonna lie out for a while,” she said, popping the top on the bottle.
I watched, completely entranced, as she proceeded to oil herself. Watching her spread oil on her breasts, lifting each one up to get the underside too, I almost passed out. By the time I remembered to breathe, she had moved on to her flat stomach and then to her thighs.
When she was done—a shining, oiled goddess—she offered the bottle to me. I mutely shook my head and swallowed hard.
Gina merely raised her eyebrows and grinned at me. I blushed and returned her grin. She wrinkled her nose in thought and then gave me a speculative look.
“I think I changed my mind. I wanna lie on my front first. Will you do me?” she asked, holding up the bottle again.
Would I do her? Would I! I swallowed hard again and reached out to take the oil. She stood and spread out her towel on the warm surface of the rock, then lay down on her stomach.
I suddenly decided to go for broke, and stepped between her ankles. She merely folded her arms in front of her, laid her head on them, and spread her legs slightly.
I knelt between her calves and trembled. Before, when she had asked me to put oil on her back, she had already oiled her legs and ass. This time, she had only oiled her front before asking me to do her back.
“Want me to get your legs too?” I asked tentatively.
I squirted oil onto my palms and quickly had her calves covered. As my hands worked up her legs, I kept my eyes glued to the junction where her thighs met. Her dark pubic hair was easily visible, and if I looked hard enough, I was positive that I could spot her slit.
I gently ran my hands up the back of each thigh, stopping several inches short of the promised land. She sighed when I removed my hands. I squirted more oil into my left palm and then drew a deep breath.
I started by running my hands up the backs of her thighs again. Only this time, I didn’t stop. I ran my hands over her tanned ass, running them over her hips, coating her with oil. I heard her moan, low in her throat, and I moved my hands back down to her thighs.
I spread the excess oil from her skin over the inside of her thighs, only an inch or two from her pussy. I heard her suck in her breath in surprise as my hands moved higher, but she quickly relaxed when I withdrew them and returned to her ass.
I couldn’t linger as long as I wanted to, because then it would become obvious what I was doing, so I stood up. Gina looked disappointed as she opened her eyes and looked back up at me.
“Put your legs together,” I said. “I’ll straddle them and do your back. Okay?”
She quickly complied and I placed a foot on either side of her knees and sank down over her. I made sure my dick didn’t touch her, but as I sat back on my haunches, my thighs did.
“I’m not too heavy, am I?” I asked her.
When she shook her head, I squirted more oil into my palm. I started right above her hips, quickly covering her back and sides. I paused for a moment and simply enjoyed the sight before me. She had her arms folded beneath her head, and I could easily see the outer curve of each breast where it was flattened beneath her. I felt my penis begin to stiffen, and throwing caution to the wind, let it.
I squirted more oil along her spine and she shivered. I then began to rub the slippery stuff into her dark skin. I took my time, enjoying the contact and feeling the radiating heat of her body. My penis was now fully erect, pointed right along the crack of her ass. I continued rubbing her back, even though I already had her oiled up, and she sighed deeply.
Once again, I decided to go for broke. As I leaned forward to rub her shoulders again, I let my erection dip and touch her ass. Her eyes immediately popped open and I began to panic. But my arousal overrode my fear, and I pulled my hands from her shoulders and sat back, keeping my erection in contact with the smooth skin of her ass.
“Are you okay?” I asked with as much composure as I could muster.
Gina opened her mouth to speak, then with a small smile quirking the sides of her mouth, she shut it again.
“Do you want me to keep rubbing your back?” I asked solicitously. Do you want me to keep my hard-on against you? I wisely kept that question to myself.
She smiled and nodded, then closed her eyes with a sigh.
I leaned forward again, pressing my erection against her even more firmly, and resumed rubbing her back and shoulders. I rubbed her like that for several minutes, my motions causing my hard-on to gently rub back and forth in the well-oiled crack at the top of her ass. I rubbed along her sides, making sure to caress the outer curve of her breasts, and she sighed again.
Finally, I sat back on my haunches and looked down at her beautiful figure. When she felt my hands leave her back, she waited. When they didn’t return immediately, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look back up at me.
Seeing the expression on my face, she asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Then what’re you looking at?” she asked, fear creeping into her tone.
I shook my head and held her eyes with my own. I felt my panic rising as well. I suddenly wanted to bolt. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten myself into this predicament. Finally, I ruthlessly forced down my fear and my lingering uncertainty.
At my silence, her fear had only intensified, and she looked at me with a tinge of panic. I looked down at her and all I wanted to do was to spare her, to calm her fear, to tell her…
“How beautiful you are.” Did I say that out loud? Oh, my God, I did! I waited for her reaction, an eternity on needles, my senses hyper-alert.
I felt her breathe a huge sigh beneath me, as if she’d had the wind knocked out of her, and she lowered her eyes. Even with her tanned complexion, I could tell she was blushing.
In a singular stroke of brilliance, I shut my mouth and didn’t say another word. I prudently decided that anything I added would only spoil things.
As I looked on, still worrying about her reaction, she smiled and closed her eyes. When she didn’t say anything, my panic began to fight toward the surface.
I said the first thing that came to my mind.
“Want me to do your front now?” How stupid was that? She’d already done her front. Dumb. I knew I was doomed.
Gina burst out laughing, the tension completely broken by my bone-headed remark. She raised up on her elbows and shook her head, still laughing.
“No,” she said, as if to a four-year-old. Then she got very quiet. “But if you’d like, I can do your back,” she said.
The question hung in the air a moment and I could tell she was as afraid as I was. Afraid I’d say no.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.”
Once again, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I was still hard, and I decided not to try to hide my erection. I swung my leg over her and shuffled to the side of the towel.
Gina rolled onto her side and began to sit up. I saw her falter as her eyes locked onto my hard-on. She continued to rise, however, and invited me to lie on her towel. I blithely lay down on the vacated terrycloth, my erection pressed against my stomach.
I felt her straddle my legs, and knowing her pussy was spread open so close to me only made my erection swell further. I folded my arms beneath my chin and sighed as she began to rub oil into my neck and shoulders. She took her time, working the slippery liquid into my arms and shoulders, then down my back. As she leaned forward to reach my shoulders, I felt her wiry pubic hair brush my butt, and my dick throbbed against my stomach.
When she finished rubbing my back, I slid to the side of the towel to give her room to lie beside me. We both knew there was another towel in the pack, only a few feet away, but neither of us reached for it.
I looked to my right and saw that she was lying on her back, looking idly up at the sky. We lay in silence for several minutes, then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her bite the inside of her lip and turn her head toward me.
“Do you… Do you really think…,” she asked in a small voice. “Do you really think that?”
I raised up on my elbows and looked down at her face. Her eyes were wide as saucers, full and brown, trying to look into my thoughts, into my soul.
I rotated my hips and turned on my side, facing her. As I held myself up on my left elbow, I was careful not to touch her with my still-erect penis.
“Think what?” I asked.
“What you said earlier. That I’m…”
I looked down into her eyes, and suddenly, my fear was gone. Her eyes pled with me, begged me to finish her thought. I suddenly wanted to protect her, to make sure she wasn’t afraid.
“Beautiful.” I said. As I looked down into her eyes, they softened.
I slowly brought my right hand up and ran my forefinger along the line of her jaw. I held my hand against her neck, my finger tenderly rubbing the hollow behind her ear. Her eyes closed slowly and her lips parted slightly. I lowered my mouth toward hers.
When our lips met, I felt a rush of emotion. I pressed down a little harder and she responded against me, parting her lips a little more. I held her head against me with my hand, then gently pulled my lips back. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her eyelids were closed, her lips open slightly, and I knew in my heart that she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she focused on my face, only inches from hers. She studied me for a moment, and then I smiled. She was breathing a little harder from our kiss, and suddenly she closed her eyes again. Her lips parted as she lifted her head toward me.
My lips met hers, with more force this time. I felt her mouth open slightly and darted my tongue forward to lick her lips. I lowered her head with my hand and followed with my mouth, gently laying her back on the towel and pressing down against her.
My tongue danced with hers and then I withdrew it slowly, breaking our kiss. We were both breathing heavily as I pulled back and opened my eyes again. She slowly opened her own and looked up at me, a dreamy look in her eyes. I moved my left hand under her head and supported myself with my right as I scooted toward her.
As my flesh pressed against her, her eyes opened wide. I felt the thrill and warmth of contact as my erection brushed across the corner of her hip and rested on her stomach.
“Is your…,” she said quickly. “Is your… is it… still hard?”
“You’re not going to…”
“Do anything?” I asked obliquely.
She bit her lip and nodded jerkily.
I shook my head and smiled at her. “No.”
She frowned, fear clouding her eyes for a moment. “You don’t want to?” she asked in a small voice.
“God yes,” I said, quickly. “I’d love to.” Her eyes got wider and I could tell she was beginning to panic. “But not now,” I said, reassuring her. “Not until… I mean… Well… Not unless you want to.”
She quickly exhaled her held breath and closed her eyes tightly. A tear slipped from beneath her dark lashes and she tightened her lips. She opened her eyes, tears making them bright, and my heart melted.
“I was so worried that you didn’t like me, or that you thought I wasn’t pretty enough,” she said, her tears flowing freely now. “It felt so good when you were rubbing my back,” she said, drawing a ragged breath, “even when you got… you know… that felt so good too. But then I got scared.” She sniffled and tried to blink the tears from her eyes. “I knew you’d want to do it, and I didn’t want to say no, but I’m just not ready…” Her tears redoubled. “And now,” she said, almost moaning, “you won’t wanna be with me ’cause I’m too scared to do it.” She sobbed against me.
I held her close, soothing her, and when she had calmed down a little, I brushed her hair off her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She looked up at me, red-rimmed eyes still full of tears, and sniffled. I brushed my hand along her cheek and smiled at her.
“God knows I want to do it,” I said, and she closed her eyes, fighting back another sob. “But we’ll do it when the time is right, when you’re ready.”
“I mean,” I said, interrupting her. “That there are a lot of things we can do, little things sometimes, without doing it.”
Her eyes widened.
“Like this,” I said, leaning down to kiss her tenderly, briefly. “You like that?”
She bit the inside of her lip and nodded quickly.
“Or this,” I said again, kissing along the line of her neck. I lifted my head and faced her again. She opened her eyes and looked at me in wonder. “Did you like that too?”
She nodded again, more firmly this time.
“See,” I said reasonably, “there are lots of things we can do… if you want to.”
She looked back at me and bit her lip again, then, with a slight nod, she smiled at me.
I kissed her again, stronger this time, and darted my tongue into her mouth. She arched her back and pressed up into my kiss, caressing my tongue with her own. Soon, too soon, she broke the kiss, panting for air. I was breathing heavily too, but when she sniffled again, I quickly realized that her nose was stuffed up.
“You want to sit up?”
She shook her head.
“And blow your nose?”
Reluctantly, she nodded. I sat up, holding myself up with my arm, and reached for the remains of our picnic lunch. I pulled a couple of paper napkins from the pack and handed them to her.
She took them with a grateful look and delicately blew her nose. When she crumpled up the napkins, her nose and eyes were red. She sniffled so pathetically that I wanted to reach out to her. She smiled at my expression and I stood, my erection still sticking out from my body like it was an everyday occurrence, and extended my hand down to her. Her eyes were locked on my jutting hard-on as she took my hand and I pulled her to her feet.
I pulled her close, my penis pressing against the slick skin of her abdomen, and wrapped my arms around her. She started at first, and then relaxed and tilted her head up; I bent down to kiss her again.
When I broke the kiss, I looked at her and smiled. “Want to take a little dip, to cool off?”
She nodded mutely and we started down the sloped side of the boulder toward the water. There were several submerged rocks that led to a bed of pea gravel that sloped away from the rocks, and I headed toward it. We stepped down into the water, hand in hand.
She swam away from me, but not far. I stood on the submerged gravel slope and watched her. She turned, treading water, and looked at me.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” she asked, panic tingeing her voice.
“I dunno. Like that.”
“I’m just happy, I guess.”
She swam toward me again, stopping several feet away.
“You really think I’m pretty?” she asked, doubt creeping into her tone.
“Prettier than Kendall Payton?” she asked suspiciously.
“Much prettier,” I said assuredly.
She looked at me, skeptical.
I quickly nodded. “She’s like something out of Playboy.”
She arched a eyebrow at me.
“Like she’s not real,” I continued quickly. “I dunno. I can’t explain it.”
She looked at me, clearly not convinced.
“I guess it boils down to this,” I said simply. “Of all the girls in the world, all of them,” I said, “I don’t want to be here with Kendall Payton, or Jenny, or anyone else.”
Her expression slowly started to change as my words sunk in.
“The girl that I want to be with is right in front of me. You’re the only girl I want.”
She swam toward me quickly and was in my arms in a heartbeat, planting kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my neck, anywhere she could reach. I wrapped my arms around her and returned them. She circled her arms around my neck and locked her lips against mine, our tongues dancing against one another. Soon, she wrapped her legs around my waist, my penis trapped between us, bathed by the warmth of her body, her wiry pubic hair, her pussy.
I was in heaven.
I slowly stepped backward toward the submerged rocks, never breaking our kiss. When she realized we were moving, however, she pulled back and looked at me, her eyes bright.
I grinned at her and she smiled.
“You’re still a goof,” she said reprovingly. “But you’re a cute goof.” She ground her hips against me, rubbing her clit on the hard shaft of my penis. “And a hard one too,” she said, closing her eyes and biting the inside of her lip.
When she opened them again, I was still smiling drunkenly at her. Behind me, I felt the rock that I was looking for. A long slab of stone had broken off the rim wall and now lay at a sharp angle in the water, half in and half out. It was clearly too steep to climb down, but it would be perfect to lean back against. The water was warmer here, heated by the sun and undisturbed by any current.
As I leaned back against the rock, I pushed Gina away from me. She made a moue of disappointment.
“Trust me,” I said reassuringly.
She released her arms from around my neck, and then her legs from around my waist. The surrounding water, while still much warmer than the water in the camp’s lake, was much cooler than between her legs, and I shivered at the contact. I gently turned her around and pulled her back toward me.
With her back pressed against my chest, my penis was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. I lifted her arms and put them around my neck. Shifting my head to the side, I kissed her earlobe. She shuddered and pushed back against me.
“Like this,” I said into her ear softly. “See?” I asked quietly, bringing my hands up to cup her breasts.
She sighed and arched her back, pressing her nipples into the palms of my hands and shoving her ass harder against my swollen member.
She let out a low-voiced moan of approval as I started kneading her breasts. They easily filled my hands and I began to roll her already-stiff nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She moaned again, louder this time, and I gently tugged on each little brown bud. As I played with them, she leaned her head back against my shoulder and sighed in delight.
I began planting kisses along her neck and she moaned again. As I slowly moved my hands from her breasts, she whimpered insistently. I ran them down her flat stomach to her hips. Pressing my fingers against the front of her pelvis, I pulled her against me, grinding my dick against her ass. Feeling my hardness splitting her cheeks, she moaned again. I ran my hands back up her trim abdomen and once again cupped her breasts.
I fondled her and played with her nipples for several minutes, simply kissing her neck and ear as I did. I could tell she was getting worked up by the involuntary humping of her hips against me. I once again decided to go for broke, and moved my right hand off her luscious breast.
Slowly, oh so slowly, my hand crept toward her pussy. She moaned as my fingers entered her pubic hair. Her back arched and I slid my middle finger over her slit. Gauging her reaction, I cupped her mons for a moment. She moaned again and panted against me.
I increased the pressure with my middle finger and parted her labia, feeling the heat of her pussy wash over me. She was already very slippery with lubricating fluids and I easily moved my finger back and forth, just inside her lips. With the palm of my hand, I pressed down against the top of her slit, eliciting another moan of pleasure as I put pressure on the base of her clit.
I rubbed her like this for several minutes, making sure to slip my finger inside her. My left hand rubbed and pulled on her nipple, making her moan all the harder. With both hands, I lifted her against me and slid my erection between her legs, rubbing her pussy with my shaft.
She was whimpering against me, rocking her hips and rubbing her pussy against my erection when…
I shook my head, breaking the spell of our rising ardor.
It was Manfred.
Gina opened her eyes and quickly looked around, as did I.
“Where are you guys?!”
I abruptly realized that he wasn’t anywhere close, and gently pushed Gina away from me, and off my cock. I swam around the large boulder to where I could look up at the top of the falls.
“Oh,” Manfred shouted from the top of the rim wall, “there you are.”
“Yeah?” I shouted back.
“You gotta see this place up here, it’s beautiful!”
I’ve got a beautiful girl down here, and I was doing just fine without you interrupting, thank you very much! “Yeah!” I shouted.
“We’d better be getting back soon,” he yelled down. “We’re coming back down.”
“Okay,” I shouted back up.
I quickly turned and swam back to Gina. She was grinning at me, leaning back against the sloped rock. I swam into her waiting arms, my penis bumping deliciously against her warm pussy as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.
“We’ve only got a few minutes,” I said. “And I can’t get out of the water like this,” I said, rocking my hips and rubbing against her pussy with my shaft.
She shook her head and suddenly kissed me deeply. “Next time,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
I nodded. “Do you masturbate?” I asked seriously.
She looked confused by the non sequitur, but slowly nodded her head.
“I want you to masturbate tonight,” I said.
She nodded, biting her lip.
“And when you do, think of me. Think of how hard you make me.”
She nodded again, biting her lip harder, turning it white. “Are you gonna do it too?” she asked tentatively. “Are you gonna… you know?”
I nodded. “And you know who I’m going to be thinking about?”
I nodded and she kissed me again, darting her tongue in my mouth. She held her lips against me until we both pulled back, gasping for breath.
“I wish we could do it now,” she said. “I want to watch.”
“Next time,” I said, grinning at her.
She nodded seriously and hugged me tight.
By the time Manfred and Jenny reached the flattop rock, my erection had mostly dwindled. Mostly. When Manfred saw my half-hard dick, he gave me a “sorry, man” look. I shrugged. Jenny got a good look at my semi-erect penis and her eyes widened. I knew I was shorter than Manfred, but my cock was quite a bit thicker.
For his part, Manfred’s poor prick was red and shiny, and I knew that he and Jenny had enjoyed themselves up at the waterfall. If only they’d stayed there, and let us enjoy ourselves down here!
I chuckled ruefully to myself as we packed the remains of our picnic. We had promised our parents we’d be back before dinner, and it was getting toward mid-afternoon. We still had a two-hour hike back to camp.
The whole hike down, Gina kept grinning at me, and looking pointedly at my penis. Thankfully, it didn’t get any harder. But it didn’t shrink much either.
When we got back to camp, we unloaded our packs. Gina and I headed up to our cabins. When we got to my family’s cabin, we both looked around to make sure no one was around. I snuck a quick look into the cabin itself to make sure it was empty and then turned to her.
She flowed into my arms and we kissed, passionately darting our tongues back and forth. My barely-limp penis sprang to life and was soon pressing against her stomach.
“Are you gonna take a bath?” I asked.
She nodded hesitantly.
“And play with yourself?”
She nodded again, more firmly this time. “I can’t wait,” she said quietly.
I kissed her again and she reluctantly pulled away. I stood on our porch, my erection bobbing gently in front of me, and watched her walk up the hill toward her cabin. She looked back once and waved, gifting me with a brilliant and heart-wrenchingly beautiful smile.
When she was out of sight, I quickly entered the cabin. I jumped in the shower without even thinking about it. When I turned on the water, I suddenly remembered the hot water heater. With a groan, I thought that I’d have to take a cold shower. Jerking off in a cold shower would be nearly impossible.
To my immense relief, the water soon heated and I quickly adjusted the temperature. Susan must’ve had the plumber in to fix the hot water heater. With a muttered thanks to the patron saint of plumbers, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began to stroke.
As I came the first time, spurts of semen splashing against the tiles of the shower, I wondered if Gina were thinking of me too. As I remembered her pressed against me, the feel of her breasts in my hands, the heat of her pussy, my erection never flagged. I waited a few minutes, simply enjoying the needle spray of the water, and then reached for my hard-on a second time. By the time I came again, the water had run cold. I didn’t care. All I could think about was the next time Gina and I could be alone together.