The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a one off shortie that I hope you will enjoy and find very sexy. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne.
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I've always heard that everyone experiments in college...sexually that is, and when I entered university as a nineteen year old freshman, I definitely wanted to try new things.
My name is Rachel.
When I turned eighteen in high school, I became very sexually active, having several casual partners throughout my senior year. I wasn't 'easy', I was just comfortable with my body and didn't have any prudish attitudes about hooking up. The guys I fucked were people I chose, friends I just wanted to have some fun with. They didn't seem to mind, and none of us were looking for long term relationships.
I've always been an artsy, free spirit kind of girl and would have been right at home in a 1960s peace and love commune wearing flowers in my long golden blonde hair.
I'm tall, with deep blue eyes, a very sweet smile, and toned legs from all the ballet dancing I'd done through my teenage years.
I also had the kind of breasts that were just right for my dance figure...a little on the small side but extremely perky. They were always large enough to know that they were there but small enough to never get in the way.
I've been told though, that my best feature is my tight as a drum rear. I'll admit, I have used my booty a lot to tease guys before, wearing really tight jeans or shorts that draw attention to my ass. When I was with a guy, I loved getting my rear groped, massaged, spanked, and even filled with something like a plug. On a few occasions, when I was feeling particularly wild, I'd even let a guy fuck my ass. It always made me come harder than getting fucked in the traditional way.
It felt more intense...more primal...
I love the outdoors as well. My favorite thing to do is go rock climbing in the mountains and just be surrounded by nature. I purposely attended a college situated in the mountains so I could go hiking or climbing whenever I wanted.
Usually, I'd go alone, but this time I took a friend...
Mark was someone with whom I'd gone to high school. We would hang out together with a group of mutual friends. He was cute and sweet, and we generally had a brother/sister type of relationship. At least, that's how I thought about it.
Mark had been on dates before, but he was too much of a sweetheart to make a move on a girl. He'd always let his dates decide how far to take things, which was VERY respectful and gentlemanly, but it pretty much guaranteed he'd graduate a virgin.
Why?
Because teenage girls don't have sex with sweet guys. They do however, like to complain to the sweet ones about how much of a jerk their boyfriends are, and then wonder why they can't find a good guy. When I finally figured this out, I realized just how unfair this was to people like Mark.
More than once, I'd been guilty of telling Mark about my relationships with other guys, never even thinking that he was wanting to be in their place. He was always such a good listener, and so comfortable to talk to, I didn't notice that deep down, he was in agony.
I decided I was going to make it up to him.
The day we decided to go hiking was beautifully sunny, with crisp cool fresh air. When I picked up Mark in my car, he looked like the rookie hiker that he was, wearing brand new spotless hiking shoes and a backpack that had a luggage tag attached to the zipper.
I flashed him a smile as he opened the door.
"Oh Mark, you're so funny, did you actually put your name and address on a luggage tag?"
"Oh," Mark's voice sounded slightly embarrassed, "yeah, was I not supposed to?"
I rolled my eyes and patted the passenger seat.
"It's just going to be the two of us," I teased, "hop in."
Mark placed his pack in the rear seat and sat down next to me. I tossed my hair back and flashed him a flirty smile.
"Shall we go?"
He had absolutely no idea what I was going to let him do to me.
As we drove to the national forest, I noticed that Mark was totally checking me out while I was driving...exactly as planned. I had worn a tiny, light gray pair of shorts on purpose to really draw attention to my toned legs. I had even rolled the waistband over twice to make the length even shorter. The charcoal t-shirt I wore was about two sizes too small for me. As a result, it showed a little of my firm midriff, and hugged my breasts tight. The shirt also had a scoop neck that went down to where my cleavage started.
Instead of a bra and panties, I wore my bikini underneath my clothes because I knew there was a waterfall and spring on the hiking trail. It was my favorite swimsuit because it had a lovely horizontal pattern of colors like sky blue, lavender, indigo, and violet. They were perfect colors for my free spirit personality. The top tied around the back and the bottoms had strings that tied on the sides at my hips.
Best of all, my ass looked unbelievable in that bikini, something I was looking forward to showing Mark.
I knew I was going to be playing with his mind, but this time, I planned to follow through and give him something to remember forever.
Turning into the national park entrance, the multitude of houses and traffic congestion disappeared, replaced by smaller, empty roads and gorgeous tall trees everywhere.
"I love getting out here," I commented as we drove through the forested area, "just me and nature."
"It's beautiful," Mark responded, "and you said there was a waterfall nearby?"
"Mmm hmm," I nodded, "we'll have to walk a few miles to get there, but it's worth it."
As I drove us gradually up the road to higher elevations, I started to lay the groundwork for the weekend.
"So, Mark," I gave him a flirty glance with my blue eyes, "have you ever seen me in a bikini before?"
"Um...I..." Mark stammered, having been caught off guard, "um...no I don't think I have."
I gave a slight giggle.
"Trust me," I commented, "if you had seen me wearing a bikini, you'd remember it."
"Um...yeah, I'm sure I would," he agreed.
"Well, just wait until you see the one I brought," I reached over and patted his cheek with my hand, "you won't be able to walk straight for a week."
Mark actually did a double take.
I gave a short laugh, realizing just how much fun it was to play with his mind like that.
Reaching the small lot at the beginning of the walking trail, I pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car.
"Okay, we're walking from here," I undid my seatbelt and reached around to grab my backpack, purposely leaning over to let the scoop neck of my top fall away, giving Mark a clear, up close view down my shirt and at my perky tits cradled in my tight bikini top.
Mark swallowed hard.
I allowed him plenty of opportunity to enjoy my firm little mounds, deliberately taking a long time to get my backpack. When I leaned back up, I caught his eyes staring at my breasts. He quickly looked away, obviously embarrassed. I gave him a slight smile to let him know that it was okay, and I wasn't going to make a big deal about it.
We both stepped out of the car, grabbing our packs and shutting the doors again.
"It's this way," I led Mark down the trail, every now and then looking back over my shoulder at him with a flirty glance.
He knew I wasn't being my usual self with him, but he was too shy to say anything. I admit it, I really enjoyed playing the tease, swaying my hips on purpose while walking in front of him to draw attention to my tight rear. I'd stretch every now and then, arching my back to thrust my breasts forward. I even threw a few lines at him like "I can't wait to take my clothes off and get under that waterfall."
The poor guy didn't stand a chance.
After a few miles walking, we both could hear the sound of the waterfall getting closer. I led Mark around the corner of the path into a clearing where I had spent many evenings on past hikes.
The small area was surrounded by high trees and hills, leaving only one part of the sky open where the sunlight was beaming through. The dirt ground turned into a small cliff of mostly smooth flat rock overlooking a lovely secluded freshwater lake with smaller stones peeking out from the water. The waterfall wasn't massive but perfect for the size of the lake. Being about twenty feet high, it was enough to get under and feel the sheets of water cascade over you. In the mornings, the water could be really cold, but in the late afternoon, the sunlight warmed the water to a very comfortable temperature.
"Mmmm, I can't wait to get in there," I said tossing my pack down on the ground.
Crossing my arms at the waist I pulled my top off over my head, my long golden locks falling about my shoulders.
Mark's eyes widened as he caught his first sight of my bikini top.
I decided to play dumb, and looked down at my breasts.
"What is it, Mark? Is my top not on right?"
Being a shameless tease, I pretended to fiddle with my bikini, tugging on the fabric to make my tits bounce. I even arched my back to untie and retie the straps, ALMOST giving Mark a flash of my perky rack.
"Um, no," Mark stammered, "its fine, it's just that I've never..."
He stopped mid-sentence as I wiggled out of my tiny shorts, making a show of pushing them down in short little yanks.
He was literally gaping when he saw how tiny my bikini bottoms were. With ties on the hips, the fabric was so tight on my ass that the curves of each cheek were clearly outlined, as was the valley between them. From the front, my pussy was definitely covered but the outline of my labia was well defined.
I put my hands on my hips and cutely tossed my hair to one side.
"So what do you think?"
I thought the poor thing was going to pass out.
"Uh...wow...Rachel..." he finally managed to sputter, "you...look...wow..."
"You've got your trunks on right?" I asked.
Mark nodded.
"Well come on then," I gave him my soft sultry voice, "I'm ready to get wet."
As Mark shyly undressed down to his swimming trunks, I made a point to watch him, giving little smiles of approval as he undressed, while at the same time, giving him some eye candy to enjoy.
"We've been friends since high school," I said, shamelessly posing for him, "I didn't know you had never seen me wearing a swimsuit before."
"No, never," he said with just a little bit of regret in his voice.
I took a deep breath to draw his attention to my breasts. I was being such a bad girl.
"So, do you like what you see?"
"You look amazing, Rachel, even better than I imagined."
I tilted my head to one side and pursed my lips.
"So you think about me wearing a swimsuit?"
He suddenly looked embarrassed, knowing he just gave himself away by mistake.
