The sun was slowly setting over the lake, casting warm, shimmering reflections on the water. The place was perfect – secluded, surrounded only by trees and silence, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves. When she arrived, I knew right away that this afternoon would not be ordinary. She was wearing a light summer dress, under which her curves were hard to miss, and she had that strange mix of courage and uncertainty in her eyes.
We spread the blanket right on the edge of the grass. We talked quite naturally, but there was a palpable tension in the air from the first minute. I knew she was engaged and had come looking for the adventure she lacked at home – passion without crossing a line of no return. Each of our looks was longer than it should have been, and when I briefly touched her hand, I felt a chill run down her spine.
“Let’s go in the water,” she suggested with a wry smile.
The atmosphere thickened as we changed into our swimsuits. I watched her slowly unbutton her dress, and the sparks between us reached their peak. We entered the pleasantly cool water. For a while, we just laughed and laughed, the water washing away the last remnants of our inhibitions. The touches became bolder and bolder – my palms on her wet waist, her fingers on my shoulders. As I pulled her closer, our lips connected in a soft, yet incredibly intense kiss. The water around us seemed to stop.
But then she opened her mouth, pulled back a little, and I saw the confusion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry… I just don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, hugging her shoulders.
I slowed down immediately. I didn’t push her.
“It’s okay,” I said in a calm, velvety voice, looking her straight in the eye. “How are you feeling now?”
She was breathing rapidly, drops of water running down her cleavage. “You make me so excited… I’m shaking. But at the same time, I feel so guilty. I don’t want to cheat on him, but this temptation is destroying me.”
I nodded. “I understand and fully respect your boundaries. I’m also crazy excited about you – in fact, I can barely breathe. What if we did it differently? Let me just look at you… and I’ll do it in front of you. It’ll be just for your eyes and mine.”
She took a moment to think. She looked at me, biting her lower lip, and finally nodded. Her gaze changed – there was curiosity and immense expectation in it.
You came out of the water onto a quiet, hidden bank. My heart was pounding in my throat. While I began to touch myself excitedly, my voice grew coarse and took on a new, dominant tone:
“Can I tell you what to do?”
“Yes…” she whispered, shaking slightly.
“Turn your back on me,” I commanded her quietly, but uncompromisingly. “Turn around, lean forward a little and show me your ass in that wet swimsuit.”
She obeyed without hesitation. It was a visual feast. I watched every detail of her body – how her thighs tensed, how her wet hair fell down her back and how she breathed rapidly.
“Now turn to face me, look me straight in the eyes and don’t let go,” I continued my orders.
The atmosphere was so charged that it could be cut. I only felt her excited gaze, the smell of water and the enormous pressure that was growing inside me with every second. A wave of incredible heat flooded my body. I couldn’t hold it in anymore – my legs trembled under the onslaught of pleasure, a gentle spasm gripped my thigh as my whole body tensed.
With a huge pomp and a muffled moan, I achieved uncontrollable release. It was such an intense orgasm that for a few seconds I lost track of time. I was completely exhausted, but it didn’t matter at all – we were by the water, in the lap of nature.
She stared at me with her mouth open, heated by her own excitement at the power she had over my pleasure without having to regret anything. We went back into the water, where we washed everything off, smiled at each other, and knew that this was a moment neither of us would easily forget.