Down at the Swimming Hole

We sit in that swing for an hour or more, just holding each other, volumes spoken without syllables. You began to slip off to sleep after a while, but you hadn't been out long when it began to get a bit warm. You sit up, sliding the blanket off of you, stand up and stretch in front of me, facing the view. I was going to tell you that the shirt rode up just enough that I could see your sexy behind and the bottom of your white panties just beneath...but I didn't. I just enjoyed the view.

"Got warm quickly, didn't it?" you comment.

"Downright hot from here," I reply, reaching out and giving your rear end a quick grope.

You turn to face me. I'm sitting up on the edge of the swing now, so even though you're standing, you're barely a head higher. "You are just absolutely incorrigible, sir!" you mock-scold me. By way of answer, I reach my hands out to your hips, and draw you closer, then reach around you and resume my grip on your butt. Standing straight up, I rise to look down to you, and part of the result is that my hands rise a bit as well, effectively baring your panty-covered derriere.

"Yes, ma'am, I majored in Incorrigible; got my Master's in Corrupting, and I am pursuing my PhD in Butt-groping. This is all about field research."

You roll your eyes at this, but you're still smiling. (Getting to you, aren't I?) "Well, I would say you were a pain in the rear end, but that would just give you another excuse to spank me, wouldn't it?" you challenge me.

"Well, now that you've suggested it..." I pull my hand back as if to deliver a spank, at which point you slip out of my grip and, laughing, retreat to the living room, turning to stick your tongue out at me as you go inside.

*******

"Take me someplace where we can cool off," you tell me, as we sit at the kitchen bar, eating a light lunch of sandwiches, grapes and, of course, cherries.

"I could stick you in the freezer," I taunt. "I don't know if even that would cool you off, you're so hot...," I pause just a couple of seconds "...for me, that is." Another eye roll, another tongue stuck out at me. You know, I really need to think about more discipline...

"Very funny. No, I want to get wet." You see me cock my eyebrow up, and before I can finish what's in my mouth, you clarify your comment. "As in getting in the water, you oaf! Is sex all you ever think about?"

I make a face as if I'm seriously thinking about my answer. "I'm sorry, could you repeat the question? I was imagining you naked."

Now I just get a look; a look that tells me I'm wading into dangerous ground.

"Okay, okay," I say, putting my hands up in surrender. Hmm, what would you do to me if I was your prisoner and- Gotta stop, John! "I know a good place, it's a nice spot in the river, you can wade out, the current isn't bad, water's clear...and it's not far, either. Shouldn't be crowded, I wouldn't think."

"Is it deep?" you ask, and I can hear a bit of concern in your voice. Then I remember you said you were not a great swimmer. Gotta remember that: Don't Dunk Your Date, John.

"No, it won't be bad. No drop off, so where it goes down a bit, which is on the other side, you'll be able to stop before you get uncomfortable. And besides," I say, putting my hands on your hips, and pulling you to me for a kiss. "You're with me, so absolutely nothing will happen to you."

Your arms come up, around my neck. "Well, as long as I have my very own lifeguard, I guess I'll be okay," you say, as you kiss me back. As you do that, I drop my hands down and squeeze your butt again.

Hey, so I like your butt!

*****

It only takes us 15 minutes to get there...after it takes you 45 to get ready. Hat? Check. Sunscreen? Check. Swimsuit? Oh, hell, yes, CHECK! I think when I see you emerge from the bathroom in it.

It's just past noon when we pull in. There are only three cars in the parking area, so I know we shouldn't have too much traffic. I don't expect to get TOO frisky here - we're only 50 yards from Highway 321 - but I do value a lack of crowding. As we work our way down to the river, I spot a couple of fly fishermen about 50 yards upstream. I know flyfishermen; they won't pay us any attention at all, and it looks like they are working their way upstream. That accounts for maybe two of the vehicles; no sign of the occupants of the third. Oh, well.

You hold tight to my hand as we walk into the river. There are a lot of little rocks in this section, which are actually easier to walk on than big, flat rocks. The big ones cover with a slimy algae/mud mixture which makes walking on them treacherous. Still, it takes a little getting accustomed to, so I make sure you feel secure. Reaching the area where the bottom is more sandy, you feel a bit more at ease; enough to let go of my hand in waist-deep water.

I drop down into the water, immersing myself for a moment. The water is always cold in this river; it is fed from streams which begin way up in the mountains. I don't let on that it's cold, though.

"Oh, much better!" I say as I emerge and wipe the water from my face. "Once you get down in there, it's much warmer."

"Really?" you say, a little doubtful. "Feels quite nippy on my legs."

"Yes, but once you're down in there, you'll feel the difference. You warm up almost immediately. But you need to drop down quick. It's called the Cooling Reduction Aquatic Process. You don't have to go under," I tell you, placating your unspoken concern. "Just all the way up to your neck. Gotta do it real fast."

Well, you still have a dubious look on your face, but then I see you reach up and hold your nose and...Down you go!

It takes a second or so, and then your eyes go wide as saucers. Up you leap; I think your feet almost clear the water.

"Ah! It's freezing! I don't feel warm at all! Your Cooling Reduction whatever is a load of..."

"Crap?" I ask. "As in, C for Cooling, R for Reduction, A for Aquatic..."

"What?! Are you serious? You just tricked me into freezing my bottom off?! Did you seriously just do that?"

Imagine me, a strong swimmer, scuba diver, spearfisherman, ME, drowning in 3 feet of water! But I'm in serious danger of it if I don't stop laughing like this. And with a little Englishwoman attacking me...my last memories may just be that look on your face!

Fortunately, I manage to pull myself together. Enough to look over and see my Helena standing there, hands on her hips, scowling at me. Well, it would be a scowl, but I see just a trace of a smile there, at the corner of your lips...although that might just be the smile of a lioness about to devour her lunch.

"You're going to pay for that, mister," you tell me, ominously.

"Uh oh, I'm scared now!" I tease, splashing water at you. A splashing skirmish erupts, which of course I am victorious.

Settling a bit, we walk in the river, with me pointing out different types of fish and spotting little turtles for you. I point out a snake - a harmless one - sunning on rocks downstream, and you clutch my arm tightly. Grabbing our chairs, setting them in the river where we can dip our feet in the cold water or rest them up on a rock to warm up. This is one of my favorite ways to enjoy this beautiful setting.

After a bit, you stand, saying you're going to grab us a couple of bottles of water from the cooler on the shore behind us. I can't imagine life being much better than this. Crystal clear river, nice sunny day, my gorgeous and sweet English-

"Holy crap! What the-" I launch myself up from my seat as the icy bath washes down my back. Immediately behind me I hear you burst out laughing, the open plastic bottle crackling in your hand now that it is empty. I can't help it, your laughter is far more contagious than Covid was. I start laughing at my own expense.

"I TOLD you you would pay!" you remind you as I move towards me. You put your hands up as if to fend off my approach, but I capture both and put them behind you, which of course also presses you against me. We're both incapable of NOT smiling at each other. I don't know what temperature it is in Celsius at which hearts melt, but in Farenheit it occurs at exactly YOU degrees. Standing with you in this river, it would be impossible not to kiss you.

In spite of the heated kiss, I feel you involuntarily shiver slightly. This river IS cold; I've seen my kids get blue lips in late July, with temperatures nearing 100 degrees. I move my chair, which is an over built one, out into the sunlight, fetch a big towel, then I have a seat.

"Come here, baby. Sit on my lap and we'll put the towel over you, so you can warm up." You comply, eager to get warm and maybe just a little eager to sit on your man's lap.

Trying to get comfortable means no small amount of you accidentally grinding your sexy ass around on my cock, which quickly discerns that the cold water is gone and now opportunity seems to be afoot. In just a few minutes, he is beginning to make his status unmistakably known. That little smirk confirms to me that you know EXACTLY what you are doing.

"You know it's dangerous to tease bears, right?" I growl lowly.

"Why, whatever do you mean, sir?" You feign innocence. "Can't a lady simply have a sit-down without roguelike accusations?"

Uh huh. Yeah. Innocence my butt! But I don't reply like that. I just let you get settled, the towel essentially serving as a blanket over us. It's peaceful, just sitting like this, enjoying nature at its best.

Well, unless you're a man's cock when there's a sexy derriere rubbing on you, that is. Then, it's anything BUTT peaceful.

When I feel you wiggle just a little bit after one of his twitches, I know you're just teasing me. In the right cupholder of the chair is the tube of sunscreen lotion I put on you earlier to keep that fair English skin from burning. Quietly, slowly, I pour a generous bit in my hand, then drop the tube, cap still open, back into the cupholder. I gather most of the lotion from my palm up to the pads of my fingertips, which I bend slightly to cup the slick lotion.

Beneath the covering of the towel, I slide my hand into the back of your bathing suit bottom. You cock your head towards me and raise an eyebrow, silently questioning my intentions. Looking you in the eyes with a smile that does not reflect my evil intentions, I continue to slide my hand lower, still conserving the lotion, until I reach the bottom of your butt. Still smiling, I now press my finger tips and the lotion inward, immediately coating your tight little hole. Your eyes go wide with alarm as you register not only the pressure of my fingers there, but also the wet presence of the lotion.

"What are you-? Have you gone mad?" you ask me...but I can't help noticing you don't make an attempt to get up and escape.

"Well, yes, actually. Quite crazy, I'm afraid," I reply in my own horrible British accent. "Crazy about you, that is. And frightfully insane about THIS," I reply, as I begin to slowly push a well-lubricated middle finger into your tight ass. "Yep, quite crazy about you in general."

You open your mouth to reply, but a purely coincidentally-timed push of my finger, sliding it deeper into you, causes the words to transform into a gasp. Your next few breaths are heavy, and a little fast. At halfway, I pull back, then push again, fully seating my finger inside you. I don't withdraw just yet, but instead wiggle my finger around a bit. Your next gasp is quite audible, and you melt into me a little bit, your face coming to rest on my chest. I know I'm not hurting you; that's why I put all that lotion on my hand. But my sudden invasion of your body is a bit of a shock to your mind. Little shivers run through you as I begin to slowly piston that finger in and out of you.

I know when the shock wears off: I'm pretty sure that was around the time your hand, which was resting on my belly near your face, begins to slide down to my cock. You caress and squeeze through my swimsuit, but it isn't long before you grow frustrated with the limited contact, pull back, and slide your hand under my suit. It's my turn for shortened breaths as I feel your hand wrap around my cock, and slowly stroke it out to full hardness.

Retreating for a fresh supply of lotion, my hand causes a small whimper from your lips as it leaves your hot asshole, but when it quickly returns, freshly lubed up, the whimper I hear as I now press two fingers into you is a little different in tone. The shock, now mixed with a little fear, is clearly recognizable in your voice at this renewed and doubled intrusion. More slowly this time, I work my way into you, gently stretching you open. It takes a few minutes before I am comfortable with your comfort; when I feel you begin to rock back and forth against my scouting fingers, I know you're pretty close.

I look around; the fishermen have disappeared upstream around the bend. Still no sign of the occupants of the other car. Maybe they are floating down the river, and left this car here to ferry themselves back upstream. At any rate, we are alone.

Perfect.

Pulling my fingers from you again, this time to an audible protest from you, I push up on your lower back with one hand, lifting you enough to pull your bathing suit bottom down below your hips, but not off of you all the way. Then I turn you to face directly away from me, but not completely off of my lap. You support yourself with a hand on either armrest (One more reason I am glad I got the heavy duty chair!) and I quickly grab the lotion, pull my cock out of my suit, and coat my cock with the wet, cool lotion, running my hands up and down it to coat it thoroughly. Then, my hands beneath you, I line my cock up with that tiny little hole (well, not as tiny as it was a little while ago, but...).

"Down," I command you. You whimper a bit as you slowly begin to bend your arms, gradually impaling yourself on my cock, and emitting a little cry as it breaches you and seats itself inside your most private place. For a moment, you just wait there, letting yourself adjust. I can feel your arms trembling from holding yourself up, so I cup my hands under your butt cheeks to support you. Your arms are glad for the relief.

Your head comes back to lay on my chest, your purple hair teasing my neck. Your eyes have narrowed to slits. I bend my head, kiss you, lightly, tenderly on the lips. Your hands come up, around my head, and pull me more deeply into your lips, escalating the kiss into a passionate duel of tongues.

And that's when I drop your hips, which come immediately down to rest on me. Which, of course, completely sheathes my hard cock inside your ass.

I capture your cries inside my mouth, and slide my hands up from your bottom to your breasts, where I find your nipples are hard as pebbles. I tease and squeeze and twist them a bit, drawing at least a little bit of your attention away from your packed ass.

We stay like this for a few moments, not much of any movement going on. I feel your hot, clutching tunnel begin to grasp and pull at my cock, and the feeling is mind-blowing. You begin to kiss me passionately. Your hips move, just a little bit, but inside you my cock is being thoroughly massaged and milked. Meanwhile, the top of the towel/blanket is barely shifting. I slide a hand down to your pussy, where I discover the river isn't the only thing wet and flowing, although this current isn't cold at all. I work my middle finger up and down in the furrow I find, feeling that spread open, revealing your wet, hot inner-

"Hey! How's the water?"

We both panic at the sound of this new voice coming from behind us; fortunately, our physical response is to freeze, not rise and try to recover our suit bottoms. Your body DOES respond, though: You almost squeeze my cock off into your ass!

"Uh, it's cold..." I reply. Our intruder comes into view over to our right, carrying a fishing rod and a cheap little tackle box. This isn't the look of a seasoned fisherman, I think.

"Any fish in here?" he asks, looking out over the water.

"I don't-" my voice almost cracks. You little minx! Just as I'm about to respond, you have given me a vise-tight squeeze, and lifted and lowered your hips just slightly. It may not look like much from above the blanket, but down underneath, you are molesting my cock with your sexy ass!

"I, uh, I haven't seen much he-" Stop it, Helena! You're killing me with that! "...here, but a couple of fishermen said they normally catch their-" Are you TRYING to get us caught, woman?! "...their limit on trout there. They looked like l-ooooocals...," I just manage to squeak out.

"Really?" he asks, clearly excited at the prospect of getting some inside intelligence. "How far up the river," he asks, finally turning to look at us. You go quite still, both externally and internally, not wanting to give away our secret.

All he sees, of course, is a woman sitting on a man's lap, a big towel over them, both smiling innocently at him. I have to wonder what his reaction would be if he knew my cock was buried inside your ass.

So I twitch my cock. As hard as I can. Making it leap a little bit inside of you.

You're good, baby. My hand can feel you shiver a little bit at this, but above the blanket, nothing but a quiet gasp is detectable. You just smile at him.

"Oh, it's a ways up. They said the sweeeet spot" Oh, so now you're fighting back, huh? "...is around that bend," I say, nodding my head, not wanting to remove my hand, especially because right at this moment it has located and is now moving lightly over your clit. "Past the line of sight from here, so if you can still..." Damn it, woman! That was a HARD squeeze! "...uh, if you can still see us, you're not quite there yet." I buck up hard into you, one quick hard, stroke, as he turns his head to look upstream.

"Mmmmmm..." you moan, drawing his attention back. "Mmm, yes, that's right, that's what they said, wasn't it, honey?" you say, your voice just that sweet...as you pull at me mischievously with your magical tunnel. "Just beyond where we can see you."

"Well, thank you for the tip," he tells us gratefully. "I think I'll just move my car down that way; I think I saw a parking area down that way." He turns to walk back to his car, where he puts his gear in the back seat. I'm eager to see him leave, especially since you're now grinding on my cock a bit while his attention is turned. To our mutual dismay, instead of getting into his car and driving, he walks back towards us. For a few moments, we observe a cease-fire of our internal warfare.

I raise my eyebrow as if to ask, "WHAT ELSE? CAN'T YOU TELL I AM TRYING TO SCREW THE VERY BUM OFF OF THIS GORGEOUS WOMAN?" Well, maybe that wasn't all that visible, but inside my head it was a roar.

"Uh, listen, I, uh, I just want to tell you...you guys...what you're doing...well..." Oh, crap, I think. This guy is going to be some kind of prude and ruin our moment by complaining about what we didn't even think he knew was going on, and I hope he doesn't make a butt of himself and call-

"I just think, well, that's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. God, I wish my wife would do that with me. Anyway, I'll leave you guys alone, I'm pretty sure you're wanting to finish your...uh, business. I just wanted to thank you both."

For a second, I think he was thinking about shaking our hands, but I guess the open-mouthed stare we were both giving him made him rethink that. And with that, he turns and leaves.

We stare at each other, shock still on our faces. Then we start laughing uncontrollably.

And then I pick you up, bend you over the footstool rock, your knees in the water, and take your ass with all I have within me. Your hand beneath you is stirring your pot at the same time, and within a minute, we are grunting at each other as we both burst. I feel your shaking again, but this time I'm pretty sure it's not the cold water.