I was just reading this nude sunbathing and skinny-dipping post over at RedHeadedTomboy’s site and recalled a wild skinny-dipping experience of my own.
Several years ago, way before I was married, and when I was a young assistant at a marketing company, I went on a weekend retreat with the account team. It was meant to be a getaway that would help us focus on the client. In fact the client was an outdoors company, so the project manager decided to get us in the outdoors for some fresh air and inspiration from nature.
Like I said, I was young and worry free. One of the managers on the account was an energetic woman who was about five years older than me. At the time, a five year difference in age was a considerable gap—at least to me. She (I’ll call her Molly) would always flirt with me and try to get me to work on her projects. I never thought there was any attraction, I just thought she felt I was good and would be an important part of the team. I always played along though and would flirt back a bit—aware of sexual harassment, but also ignorant about some of it repercussions, I’d flirt but turn it off pretty quickly. Rumor had it that she fucked an intern at the end-of-summer intern goodbye party the previous year. My interest was mildly piqued.
Anyway, we went out to this camp site. The PM planned the entire trip. No hotels, TVs, or computers. It was all tents, campfires and BBQs. I was really looking forward to it. At the time it seemed so non-traditional. Today, you see these types of retreats all the time. Back then, no so much.
The trip started off completely business like. There were six of us. Me, Molly, three other guys and a female PM. We talked and brainstormed. We made a list of objectives that we wanted to accomplish. But then came Friday night. While the PM kept us focus, Molly was clearly in charge of the whole week. We had BBQd brats and burgers and all had a few beers. The four of us men shared a big tent and the women each had their own smaller tents. In the middle, we had a fire pit.
The beer was going down just as fast as the sun. The burgers were great and the smell of burning wood coated our nostrils—it’s one of the best smells in the world. I had had about three beers when the discussion around the campfire turned to skinny dipping. Molly brought it up.
“Who’s going to go skinny dipping with me?”
Silence.
The guys ripped on her and said they’d come in after she did. The women rolled their eyes. I pondered the thought.
“C’mon, who’s going with me?”
“Bosp?”
I remember smiling but giving no answer.
“C’mon, let’s go.” Molly started walking away from the fire and out of the light. Soon she bent over and dropped her pants and revealed her nice ass. She had a wonderful body. She was tall with straight brown hair and smallish breasts. While her breasts weren’t all that big, she always seemed to wear a thin white blouse that would be unbuttoned probably one too many. On this particular night, she was wearing a long-sleeve gray t-shirt.
“Bosp, c’mon. What’re you afraid of? Me seeing your little dick?”
I wasn’t going to be beaten by childish humor. After all, my little dick was no longer all that little after seeing her tight white ass bent over and slightly covered by her gray shirt.
The other three guys started giving it to me. “She wants you.” “Go get it.” Meanwhile, the girls continued to be sheepishly quiet.
“Fuck it,” I said. I got up from the campfire and started walking to the lake. Molly was still in her t-shirt and waste deep in the water. Not sure why she left the shirt on, but it’s something I remember clearly.
I approached the cold water and disrobed. My cock was semi-hard. The thought of being naked with Molly in the water teamed with the frigid water counterbalanced any stiff erection I was about to achieve.
I completely entered the water and Molly immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her. Her nipples were poking through her t-shirt. All this and I think I completely lost my hard on.
“C’mon, let’s go out a little farther,” she said and she pulled me deeper into the lake.
“Where you taking me?
“Out of sight.”
On the shore we could still see the bonfire, but the voices became distant. Sooner you could only hear the water and the murmur of human speech.
Molly started kissing me and I kissed back. She grabbed my cock and I gripped her ass. From the shoulders down I stayed in the water and kissed above sea level. As I got used to the temperature of the lake, my hard on returned. Her hand on it helped.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
Yes, it moved that quickly.
I ignored the question and kept kissing her and started to finger her. Her pussy was wet, obviously, but it was that mixture of her wetness with the water that made her lips sort of streaky if you know what i mean. She guided my cock into her. The head went in and it became harder and harder to penetrate. I took my time.
After a few minutes of slowly trying to completely enter her, she said “this isn’t working.”
Deflated, I thought that was it.
“We have to get out of this water. Let’s go over there”
She pointed over to a boat dock that was dimly lit with what looked like a weather 60 watt lightbulb.
“Ok”
We swam the 50 or so yards and climbed out of the water.
“Can they see us?” as I looked back at the shore. The pier extended from the beach and the campfire wasn’t too far.
“They don’t even know we got out of the water.”
Good enough for me as I shivered in the cold air. I remember telling her that I could probably cum just from shivering next to her.
She laughed and then started sucking my cock. It felt great, but I needed to move. I gently took her shoulders after a few minutes of some good cock sucking and laid her down on the dock. I got in between her legs and started licking her pussy. A thick bush of hair welcomed my tongue and her taste was fresh. As I continued to lick, she became extremely wet. I inched up towards her face and entered her pussy—quickly this time. I began to move slowly in an effort to keep from cumming too quickly. I no longer felt the chill. I was completely out of me as I continued into her.
“Where do you want me to come?” I asked as I inhaled in an effort to keep the cum in my balls.
“In me.” she responded.
“You sure?” Her answer drove me crazy and I was about to explode.
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s ok”
Just ok, came out of her mouth, I shot my load deep into her and continued to try to maintain my rhythm in order to see her to a climax. As I continued to fuck her, I could see a light dancer off the water behind us. Voice started giggling and becoming recognizable as well. I turned around and saw two flashlights bouncing our way. It was the rest of the group.
Still deep inside her, my immediate thought was to hide. The only secret place was under water. They were getting closer and I had stopped fucking. I rested on top of her and in her, not moving. Suddenly, I exited and stood up and walked over to a bench nearby.
“Where you going?”
“There coming!” I laughed nervously.
“I know. It’s too late now.”
My hard-on relaxed as I sat on the bench with my arms crossed over my mid-section doing whatever I could do to cover up. Molly, on the other hand, was doing nothing. In fact she sat naked on her ass on the dock. Her elbows holding her half up and her legs spread and knees bent. The pussy I just drove my cock through was about to be under the lights in all its glory.
The others rambled up and Molly didn’t move. The light shined on her and I could hear the guys laughing. I look again at her and I could see my cum dripping out of her pussy.
In awe, the guys were amazed that it was us.
“So who’s going fuck this wet pussy next?” she asked.
Now were were all in awe. I looked at her stunned.
Funny how the other guys didn’t respond quick enough earlier when she asked to go skinny dipping. Now, the creative director, probably in his mid 30s at the time, said “I’m up for it.” He quickly took off his clothes and exposed his hard on. Larger than me, I sighed.
The other two guys started walking away feeling like the odd men out when out from under the second guy fucking her, Molly said, “where you guys going?” Your next.
And so it went. Guy #2 fucked her. Guy #3 and #4 followed. A half hour had passed and Molly had taken in four loads of cum. She must have been wrecked down there. I was amazed. I didn’t watch but out of the corner of my eye. From the sounds of it, it appears as though she came at least three times. When the fourth guy finished, Molly laid there flat on her back for a few moments.
“Bosp, ready for seconds?”
“Oh no,” I laughed mortified. I really wasn’t into the whole sloppy seconds deal. If I wouldn’t have been the first, I likely wouldn’t have done it.
“C’mon, I need more. Give it to me in the ass if you won’t fuck my pussy anymore.”
I laughed. I got hard. I walked over to her.
Still on her back she had three fingers inside her pussy. She pulled them out and swung over on her knees and put her ass up in the air. With two of her three wet fingers she slowly entered them into her asshole and went in and out.
“Ok, I’m ready.”
The realization that she was lubricating her ass with 1/4 my cum and 3/4s the rest didn’t quite hit me until I was already an inch into her anus. The tightness gripped at my cock and suctioned me in a bit more. I grabbed her ass—wet from sweat, lake water and cum and spread her cheeks. It took about five minutes of ass fucking and I came. I slowly pulled out and sat on the deck no longer concerned at all who was watching. The other three guys put their clothes back on and started walking towards the campsite. Molly jumped into the water to wash off. I waited for her and we walked back to the beach where our clothes were.
‘Wow, I never did anything like that before,” she said.
(There’s more to this weekend. I’ll continue at another time.)