OMG, I had just told Dave I'd marry him! What the Hell was I thinking?
But we were both so overjoyed that we were jumping up and down and hugging and kissing on the dock, when my foot slipped and
Splash!
we both wound up in the river! It was only around four feet deep, but the bottom was muddy and slippery, with some rocks and old waterlogged sunken tree branches, as we scrambled to get back on our feet. It was also early October, and the water was just freaking
cold!
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Dave was terrifically worried about me, but there was no real danger. He had to grab for his glasses, which he very nearly lost, and there was mud and some old long grass in my hair. As soon as I got over my surprise, I just busted out laughing at the whole thing, and that relieved Dave a whole lot; he started laughing too, once he realized I wasn't hurt or pissed off. It was a little bit too high to climb back on the dock at the end, so we had to wade our way back to the riverbank, with our shoes sticking and sliding in the mud bottom, to get out. Once I was out, I stripped off my blouse to wring it out, but all that I had on underneath that was a thin, white wife-beater tank, and Dave stopped laughing for a minute while he was enjoying that wet-t-shirt show. I don't really do coy well, but I tried giving him a shy smile while he was enjoying the scenery.
"Nothing you haven't seen before," I teased him, and pulled off the tank to wring it out as well. Dave pulled off his shirt, to wring it out as well, so I walked up to him and we enjoyed a mutually bare-chested hug and kiss. There wasn't anybody else in sight.
Still, it was October, and if it was warm for October out in the sun, the riverbank was shaded by a heavy row of trees, and it was just plain cold standing there, soaking wet. We pulled apart after a couple of minutes, put our wet shirts back on to hike back up to his parents' house. I know we looked a sight, soaked, muddy, messy, and walking arm-in-arm laughing our asses off.
"Uh, aren't you supposed to take your clothes off to go skinny dipping?" Dave's mother asked us as we got into the yard part of the farm. She had a twinkle in her eye, which told me that she might have gone skinny dipping in the river herself a few times. We laughed all the time we were telling her how we fell off the dock, but neither of us mentioned getting married at that point. As happy as Dave was, I guess he figured out that it was a bit too early to mention that to his parents.
Mrs Parker made us take off our muddy boots on the porch before she'd let us in her clean house, and then we galumphed up the stairs to Dave's old room and stripped down; I guess that nobody was surprised when we did that together. There wasn't anybody else upstairs, so we ran to the bathroom naked, to take showers.
This was an old-time bathroom to match an old-time country house, with a shower rigged up to use with the big claw-foot tub. It was absolutely gorgeous, but it was too awkward for two people to shower together. Dave was a perfect gentleman, and was brushing his teeth while I showered. Once I got out, I asked, "We enough of a couple that I can use your toothbrush?" Yeah, like he'd have said no!
Dave still had clothes there, but of course I didn't have anything for myself. I'm four inches shorter than Dave, but even with that, girls tend to have longer legs than guys. None of his jeans were going to fit me, being a mile too big in the waist, but he had these bib overalls in a drawer, and they were perfect. I mean, they were huge on me around, but the length worked out perfectly once I shortened the straps a bit. Dave pulled out a flannel shirt for me, but I teased him some more by pulling up the bibs with no shirt at all.
Oh, man, I think that I stumbled on one of his secret fantasies, because he got this look of absolute sexual hunger in his eyes when he saw me like that. Naturally, I had to play with him a bit, asking in as sweet and girly a voice as I could manage, with such an innocent look on my face, "Do you think that this is OK?"
With that he hugged me and bore me right down on the bed, but, despite how turned on he was - and I was - we knew better than to screw in the afternoon in his parents' house. If we were going to spend the night, I'm pretty sure that his parents wouldn't say anything if we slept together, but this might have been a bit much.
So, I undid the straps, and pulled the bib part back down, and put on this red plaid flannel shirt Dave had gotten out for me. Dave was skinny for a guy, but the shirt was still huge on me, both around and in the length. I pulled the bibs back up, rolled up the sleeves, and did my best to comb out my hair; I'm used to using a brush, not a comb.
We picked up our wet, muddy clothes and headed back downstairs, where Dave put our stuff in the washer. If he was going to wash and dry our clothes here, that meant we'd be staying at least another two hours, but it was really a lot of fun. Dave had some old sneakers here, but all there was for me was a pair of his sister's flip-flops that she had. I could wear those, but her regular shoes were a different size from mine. Mrs Parker broke out a Scrabble board, and after that we played several games of hearts, which Dave and I lost spectacularly, since his sister kept doing blind double nil bids. Then, once, after the next hand had been dealt and his sister once again bid blind double nil, she got up to go pee and we messed with her hand. She came back, we were all sitting there with straight faces, when she picked up her hand, looked at the cards, and said to her boyfriend, "We are so fucked." Then we all busted out laughing again.
It turned out that we didn't spend two more hours there, but almost four, not leaving until around nine in the evening. Our clothes were dry and folded, but we left on what we were wearing. I did give his sister back her flips, which made walking out to the car on the stone driveway not a lot of fun, but then Dave just scooped me up and carried me, over-the-threshold style, the rest of the way to his car. He's skinny, but this boy is stronger than he looks!
Dave had to run back to the house for a second, to get the leftovers we were taking home, and, since it was dark in the car, I decided to surprise him. I quickly stripped off the flannel shirt, and then pulled the bibs back up again, to ride back to Lexington that way. When Dave got back into the car, he just stared for a moment, a huge smile on his face.
Well, Dave was turned on, and I was turned on, and I just knew that we'd never make it back to Lexington without spending some time stopped on the side of the road. We had just turned onto state route 82, heading for Clay City and the entrance to the Mountain Parkway, when he pulled off onto this long driveway to a dilapidated, abandoned house. Turning off the engine and the lights, Dave got out of the car, went over and opened my door, took my hand and gently tugged me out of the car. The driveway was a bit rough on my bare feet, and it was definitely cool outside, but he didn't take me into the house the way I thought he would. Instead, he walked me to the front of the car, started kissing me there, and then undid the straps of the bib overalls.
Oh, my God, did he surprise me! The bibs were big, and fell down to my ankles. Since my panties had gotten soaked in the river, I was going commando under the bibs, which turned us both on, and we were both ready to go. Dave then turned me around, bent me over onto the hood of his car, and just took me from behind. No foreplay, no going slow or shy, he just plain took me, shoving his cock into me with one thrust. I guess it's a good thing my period had ended, and I wasn't wearing a tampon anymore!
Holy crap, this was good! I was so turned on that I came in about a minute, maybe less. Dave was like an animal, a savage bull, and he was just pounding it home. Less than a minute after my orgasm, another one built up in me, hard and fast, and I was literally screaming as he screwed me. An occasional car would pass on 82, and I'm not sure that no one heard us, but at least no one stopped. Dave had been gripping my hips, pulling us together hard, when he let go of them and grabbed my arms, pulling them back behind me. He had me completely helpless, not making love but just plain savagely fucking my brains out.
My third climax came, and I was screaming again, when Dave let go with his nut, roaring out something incomprehensible, holding my arms, pulling me back against him hard, almost painfully hard. When he finally got control of himself enough to let go of me, I stood up, overalls still around my ankles, turned around and put my arms around his neck. I was kissing him and smiling and said, "I'm wearing these overalls a
lot
more if this is what it gets me." He smiled - I think; it was pretty dark out - and said, "Hell, yes!"
We got ourselves back together, got back in the car, and got back on the road. "So, what about the bibs turned you on so much?" Of course, I was still wearing them without a shirt, hoping that I'd get the same treatment when we got back to the apartment.
Dave seemed kind of reticent, not sure he should answer, so I pushed him harder. "C'mon, you can tell me. I won't get mad."
"OK, fine. There was this girl, Ellen, in high school, kind of the school flirt, and I saw her out once, wearing just the bibs and nothing else, out with a couple of guys, and it really turned me on. I've kind of fantasized about that look a lot ever since them. And I might have looked at a couple of sideboob sites since then, looking for the same thing."
