He was sure this was the place she had described.
He pushed through the last of the overhanging branches and peered through into the sunlight beyond. She was sat on the opposite side of a large dappled pool, fair skin covered by a light summer dress, tied at the waist, with her toes just dipping into the water.
As if she'd heard him she stood abruptly and stretched her arms above her head, arching her back, cat-like. The sun illuminated her from behind, shining through the flimsy material of her dress, so that he could see the soft outline of her long, slender legs. His eyes followed those curves upwards and were drawn to where her legs met. He began to imagine the soft folds there that he could slide his fingers into, how she would open up to him, growing wetter and wetter.
A splash broke his reverie. She had dived head first into the water and as she emerged she tossed aside the damp fabric of her dress. She was naked beneath, he saw. The water came up to her hips, lapping against the curve of her ass. Above her hair was plastered to her back, curling down and across her breasts. She began to walk away from him, towards the small waterfall to the left of the clearing. As she moved the sway of her hips caused her breasts to undulate and he felt himself begin to harden, watching their perfect teardrop shape and remembering how their smooth skin fit into his palm, how he could squeeze them.
She reached the edge of the water, took a deep breath and dived downwards, disappearing from site. Without wasting a moment he strode towards the water, pulling off his shirt and shorts, leaving only his tight pair of boxers. The sudden chill of the water made him pause slightly, but then he quickly followed her to the waterfall, and under in the wash of bubbles, and then bursting upwards into a sort of cavern, bounded on one side by the cascade of water, the others by smoothed rock. And there she was.
She regarded him coolly as he entered, hiding her excitement at his sleek form, strong arms and torso. As he walked closer she kept her composure, keeping control, just as she liked it. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her so that they were face to face, almost touching. He moved as if to kiss her, but she pulled back, revelling in the tension of what was about to happen. With the tip of her tongue she slowly, seductively licked his lips, then along his jawline and around the curves of his ear. At the same time she brought her hand up, brushing lightly across his chest and downwards, over the hard bulge of his boxers. All he wanted was for her to touch him there, for her to take his cock in her hand, then mouth.
Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore, she had pushed him too far this time. She looked up at his sharp movement and saw the change in his face. No longer content to simply follow her orders and be at her mercy, he grabbed her, pushed her back against the rock and up onto a ledge. He kissed her, passionate and hard against her reluctant mouth. He want to take her fast, then and there, but then he remembered all the games she played with him and slowed. He wanted her to enjoy his power.
He began to kiss down her long slender neck, along the arch of her collar bone and to her breasts, which he squeezed together with his hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh. His swirled tongue around her erect nipple and felt the rough texture contrast to the smooth skin around. Letting his teeth lightly graze the tips he elicited a slight shiver from her and squeezed harder.
