At the Swimming Pond

There’s a large pond in a forest near my parents’ house. All the local kids used to meet there to swim and socialise, when we were growing up. At first we went only when accompanied by adults but as we grew up we got bolder. In our mid to late teens we started going at night, and eventually we’d bathe naked in the moonlight, all trying to sneak peeks at our crushes and giggling over who was snogging instead of swimming. It became a favourite spot for a hook-up and, in the summer before university, everyone used the water or the banks for some al fresco sexual exploration. By some margin, it was the most popular local meeting spot until we all discovered pubs and nightclubs, and even then my group of friends would return in the holidays and splash through the shallows to lounge in the cool waters in the middle of the pond.

At the end of my first year at university I’d brought a girlfriend to the pond and we’d had a fun weekend swimming and drinking and making out. Now, a year later, that relationship was long gone but the pond was still here, waiting for my return.

This evening, I made my way through the woods with a towel, some snacks, and a six-pack of beer. Abby, who I’d known since school, had invited me down without telling me what to expect, and I’d accepted because despite the summer warmth, there wasn’t much else going on.

The sun was already low by the time I reached the grassy clearing that served as changing room, diner, and bar. Someone had installed a new picnic bench and a barbecue since my last visit, and the sizzle of burgers set my mouth watering. Abby was there with her boyfriend, Mo, and they were poking at the grill while a girl I didn’t know hooted with laughter.

“And lo, I have returned,” I announced grandiosely. Abby looked up, squealed with delight and hurtled across the clearing to wrap me in a hug.

“Welcome back,” she whispered before releasing me. Mo nodded a welcome and passed me a can of beer as if I’d been away for a few minutes rather than an entire term.

“Sean, meet my flatmate, Stephanie,” said Abby.

“Hey, Stephanie,” I said with a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“Call me Pen,” she said with a glare at Abby. “I can’t stand my full name. Far too long.”

“Pen. Welcome to our slice of paradise.”

“Thanks.” She looked me up and down then said to Abby, “You didn’t tell me he was so sexy.”

“Who, Sean?” Abby shrugged. “I guess. I still see him as a naughty six-year-old caked in mud, but I dare say you’re right.”

“Caked in mud?” She leered at me and I suddenly knew what it felt like to be hunted. “That sounds like fun.”

Mo sniggered and flipped some burgers. I blushed and covered my embarrassment by rearranging the plates and drinks.

“How do you know Abby?” said Pen. She sat down on the picnic table and swigged her beer.

“From school. Known each other for, what fifteen years? Yeah, something like that. Did you meet at Uni?”

“Yup. We were in halls together in the first year, then we moved into a shared house in the second. You weren’t tempted to visit?”

“It’s been a busy year,” I said. “What are you studying?”

“Art, design, graphics, photography. Anything creative with images, basically. You?”

“Physics, I’m afraid, but it’s all very sexy when you get down into the details.”

She laughed despite the feeble nature of the joke, and we chatted until the food arrived.

“Nice one, Mo. I’m famished.” I accepted my burger with grace and began munching. We had a few more drinks as evening grew steadily darker. When we were finally forced to turn on our miniature lamps, Pen asked about the swimming.

“I’m up for a dip,” I said, “but I need to change.”

“Change? You’ve gone soft in your old age. What happened to skinny dipping?” said Abby.

“Ooh, that sounds like a good idea,” said Pen. She looked up at the moon. “The light might be good for photos.” She pulled out her phone and waggled it suggestively.

“Swimming? Or…” said Mo with his arm around Abby’s waist. “Clear skies, blanket, warm air. Maybe we could visit the other clearing?”

Abby giggled and they kissed. That quickly became a full-on snog, and when Mo’s hand slid under Abby’s shirt I cleared my throat to remind them we were still here.

“Oh, right,” said Abby, breaking the kiss and grinning. Mo’s hand hadn’t moved, and I could see his fingers moving under the fabric. “Come on,” she said, standing up, “and bring the bag.”

She looked at Pen and gave a little nod whose meaning completely passed me by, then she and Mo disappeared quickly into the gloom leaving me alone with Pen. I pulled off my shirt and dug my swimmers from the bag then stuffed them back. Abby was right - skinny dipping was the way to go.

“Last one in buys the next round,” I said as I dropped my shorts. I dashed into the pond and dove under the water. It was clean and cool, and I surfaced in the middle, turning to get a look at Pen, who was still sitting on the bench. She was looking at me, her thoughtful expression clear in the dim light from the lantern, but I’d hoped to see more flesh. “Come on in. The water’s lovely.”

“I believe you,” she said, standing up. She turned off the lantern and walked to the edge of the pond, still fully clothed, and looked out at me treading water. In the dim moonlight she was mostly a silhouette, but she looked like a goddess. “Ok, let’s do this.” She pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the ground.

I grinned. This was exactly the sort of skinny dipping I liked. Naked flesh and enough light to tantalise without revealing. Her bra was next and I licked my lips at the sight of her breasts.

“Nice tits,” I called, and she gave a little curtsey. Her shorts were next, and she stepped neatly out of them when they hit the grass. Then she pushed down her knickers and kicked them onto her pile of clothes. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity as we looked at each other. My cock stiffened as I pictured myself kissing her belly and groping her tits. Then she waded slowly into the water and ducked under the surface.

She reappeared only a metre away, treading water. She slicked her hair back and looked around.

“This is fantastic,” she said. She floated on her back, arms sculling gently, and stared at the stars. “It’s so quiet, so beautiful.”

I couldn’t help agreeing, but I was staring at her tits as they breached the surface, and trying to get a peek at her pussy. She moved away and brought her legs up giving me a tantalising glimpse. Then she rolled over and neatly dove, kicking her legs up into the air and somehow rising far enough to put her inverted bush only a half metre from my face.

“Fuck,” I muttered, drinking in the view.

Then she slid beneath the surface, and when she reappeared she was the right way up and facing me, chin half hidden by the water.

“Was that what you wanted to see?” I nodded dumbly. “Thought so. You’re not very subtle, and men are so predictable.” It sounded like a complaint but she said it with a smile and a wink.

“I don’t have your skills in the water,” I admitted, “but I think you saw everything when I stripped off, right?”

She snorted. “If you can call a quick flash ‘everything’, I suppose.” She bobbed closer. “And I much prefer a nice erect cock. It makes a girl feel wanted.”

“Ah, well, that is something I can help with,” I said with a waggle of my eyebrows. “But you won’t see much from—“

She disappeared again. Cool hands touched my hips then fingers slid over my cock. I shuddered at the sensation. Then I felt her tongue and my whole cock was suddenly engulfed in warmth.

“Woah,” I said, struggling to stay afloat. It can’t have been more than a few seconds before she released me and resurfaced, a huge grin on her face.

“I’ve always wanted to try that,” she said, her face inches from mine. Then she kissed me, and it was like the first time I’d ever been kissed. She broke away, giggling, and floated onto her back again. “Catch me if you can.” And suddenly I was chasing her around the pond, splashing and diving. It wasn’t a big body of water but she was very fast and agile. It was all I could to do get an occasional brush of her legs before she shot out of reach. Eventually we slowed to a halt, treading water just close enough for me to have reached out and touched her. “I see why Abby raved about this pond. It’s magic.”

“You want to see some more magic?”

“Maybe,” she said, “or maybe I just want to gaze at the stars.” She floated on her back and stared at the sky. Her breasts bobbed above the surface and her pussy was only just below, clearly visible in the moonlight. I knew from long experience of skinny dipping that this was unusual; girls normally hid beneath the water, and this sort of display was a clear sign of interest.

I shuffled forward until I floated between her legs and when she made no objection, I reached out and touched her thigh. Her skin was cool from the water. I walked my hand toward her pussy and floated closer, sinking lower until my mouth was almost submerged. Then I craned my neck, sank a little lower and sought her clit.

“Oh, bullseye,” she said as my tongue slid over soft folds of flesh. I managed two more passes before I had to break for air. She sank back to vertical and came in close again. “Do you want to take this to the next level?” she whispered.

“I really do,” I said quickly. “How do you want to do it?” I imagined fucking Pen on the grass, her legs up in the air, my hands on her ankles, her breath coming in gasps as she orgasmed. I kissed her neck and managed to get a hand between her legs.

“Oh, that feels good,” she said as I probed her slit. My cock was a rigid bar that needed to be serviced, and I growled as she rode my fingers. Then she shuddered and pushed my hand away. “But you haven’t earned that yet. No cunt for you until I get what I need.” She pushed me away and sculled backwards. I trod water, confused.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you did everything perfectly,” she said as she floated in the shallows a few metres away. She squirmed backwards up the bank until her shoulders were on the grass and only her lower legs were still in the water. “But you can’t lick a submerged pussy without drowning, and that would be a terrible end to your cock.” She grinned and spread her legs wide. Even in the moonlight I could see her bush and vulva, both dripping wet, and my confusion vanished. “Well?”

I surged forward, half swimming, half running, and fell to my knees in the shallows between her legs. I spread my arms wide and inflated my chest, and Pen raised herself up to look at my cock.

“Wow, fuck,” she said with a murmur. “I really love your cock.” She beckoned and pointed at her pussy. “But tongue first, because you have to earn your reward.”

“As you command,” I said. I folded forward, shivering as my cock met the cool water, and planted a kiss on her thigh.

“More,” she said. Her hands grabbed my head and gently pulled me closer until I was only millimetres away. Her vulva fell into shadow and I closed my eyes, savouring the sensations of smell and touch. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it between her lips. She moaned, and I licked all the way up to her clit. A gentle suck produced another moan and I began to lick in earnest, exploring her folds.

“There, right there,” she whispered. “Yes, yes! Fuck, yes!” She moaned again and I felt her rise to meet me. Her fingers were tight on my skull, pulling me in. Her hips tilted and I thrust my tongue as far into her vagina as it would go. “Fingers,” she hissed.

I smiled and slid two fingers into her cunt, working them back and forth while I tongued and sucked her clit.

“Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she said. “Yes, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Her pussy tightened on my fingers, her belly spasmed, and she let out a great sigh. She was still for a moment, pussy raised high and my mouth still clamped against her lips, then she released me and sagged back to the bank. I bent down and kissed her vulva, enjoying the way she shivered, then I began to work my way up her body. Now, surely, it was my turn.

But Pen had other ideas. She let me kiss her breasts but when my cock touched her lips she put her hands on my chest and pushed me off. Disappointed but still hopeful, I rolled onto my side and put a hand on her belly. I turned a little to let me cock touch her thigh, hoping she might take the hint.

“Please,” I begged. She rolled onto her side to face me and put a finger on my lips.

“Hush, now. You’ll get yours, don’t worry.” She kissed me again. “I’m hardly likely to let you get away without at least a couple of rides on that magnificent cock, especially after that fantastic oral, so chill a moment.”

I nodded. That sounded more like it. The anticipation was killing me, and even the touch of her leg was torture. I twitched my hips and enjoyed a quick thrill as my cock found just enough resistance from her skin.

“If you come now, this evening will be over,” she said sternly, moving her leg away. “But if you can control yourself just a little longer, I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Trust me.” I nodded and was surprised to find that I was enjoying myself immensely. She stood up and grabbed the towel from my bag. I watched for a few seconds as she dried herself in the moonlight. Then she tossed the towel over her shoulder, turned the lantern back on, and grabbed her phone. Before I knew what was happening she’d taken a dozen photos of herself and of me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll send you copies,” she said when I stood up. “Hold there,” she said, taking more photos as I stood beneath the stars.

“So, what’s next?” I couldn’t help but stare at her naked body. She was beautiful, especially with the dim light concealing as much as it illuminated.

“Next?” She grinned and walked over. She pressed herself against me and took more selfies of us both, shoulder turned to expose her breasts, then hips turned to expose our genitals. “And then some more wanking material for me,” she said, stepping away to take photos of my cock, leaning forward to bring the phone close. My erection must have filled the frame.

“Here, your turn,” she said, handing me the phone. “Shoot my tits, my arse, my legs, my face.”

I nodded and snapped away, straining the phone’s low-light features to capture everything I could.

“Take some of my pussy,” she said, stepping away and angling herself toward me. She froze for each snap, letting the phone work its magic, and I was rewarded with a stream of beautiful images that were as clear as day.

“Let me try a pose.” She lay down on the grass then lifted herself up into a classic bridge pose.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I said, snapping photos from every angle. “I could just lick you right out.”

“Later,” said Pen. She lifted one foot off the floor then straightened her leg before coming back to a full stand. “You like?”

“I really do. You’re amazing.” She grinned happily.

“Grab your things,” she said, collecting her clothes and shoes and taking back her phone. She turned the lantern off again.

“What? Why?”

She was stuffing everything into my bag. “Come on, we don’t have all night. It’s time for the next stage.”

“Fucking excellent,” I said. I slung my bag onto my back. Pen had a tiny handbag over her shoulder and her phone in her hand. “Now what?”

She pressed herself against me and gave me a big hug, and when she kissed me my cock immediately stiffened against her belly.

“This is a terrible, exquisite, torture,” I said, “a most unusual punishment.”

“I know, but soon I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“Promise?” I murmured, my hands on her perfect arse. Oh god, I wanted to be inside her!

“Promise. Now, follow me.” She broke away and headed for the footpath that ran around the pond. “Come on. We’re going to spy on Abby and Mo. They should be heavily into it by now.”

“Wait, what?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard right.

She came back and grabbed my hand. “Come on, or we’ll miss the show.” When I still didn’t move she sighed and put my hand on her vulva. “This is what you’ll get if you come with me.”

“You’re so wet,” I said, awed by her confidence.

“That’s because I’m really fucking turned on right now, mostly because I’m anticipating an almighty orgasm as your penis thrusts deep inside me, so if you’ll just come with me, I’ll keep my promises and you’ll get the fuck you’ve earned.”

When I still hesitated she let go of my hand and stepped away, backing along the path, daring me to follow. There was no way I was letting her go so, still naked, I went after her.

Find out what happens next in part 2 - In the Forest Clearing.

And if you enjoyed this story you should check out my other work, like More than a Massage or Meeting the New Neighbour.