This story I initially told over chat to my love, far away but so near in my heart. A story that we hope comes true one day. A story that was turning her on, helping her achieve a massive orgasm miles away as we chatted. So that is the reality of the story you will read.
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Nothing can describe the feeling of being in love on a lazy summer afternoon. One of those rare moments that lack all sense of time, towards the finish of a beautiful and endless day spent outside with the one you love, resting the tired feet watching the setting sun and cooling down from a hot day. Happy for the perfect memories of the hours past and so impatiently excited about the memories still to come at night. Maybe I cannot describe these feelings, but still you know them well: because what no words of mine can ever express, the passion shared in my kiss tells them to you in one heartbeat.
*** Part I - The Park Bench ***
Today is one of those special days. You flew in for a short visit the other day. And today we decided to take a stroll at a local college on the way home, having spent a lazy and lovely day. It's a beautiful old and spacious campus, and I often think that had I studied here I would never go to class but instead spend the entire day sitting outside on the grass beneath some big tree, reading or more likely taking a nap. Or maybe I would become a writer, inspired by all the beautiful girls passing by. But none of these thoughts will come today: it is summer, and the college is nearly empty. But that's a bliss, because we can stroll around undisturbed. We arrive to take a walk around the nearby lake, and to take some photos of you wearing your new (and mind-blowing hot) bikini. It's early afternoon, and as we drive out into the parking lot, you kiss my neck and whisper "I want to have sex with you later today".
You are a shy and kind person, the best there ever is, and nobody would suspect from the outside the kind of sexual energy and desire that is burning inside of you. That kind of energy that I love to unleash, and that kind of fire that I love to fuel. You get deep sexual excitement from the possibility of having others accidentally catching you have sex, but you also are very modest and you blush nervously at these thoughts. Exactly that combination, the sexual desire and your modesty is why your heart is racing, your pussy turns wet, and you get such a turn on from these little trips we take. Most of the time, nobody catches you, but that's perfect for turning you on.
Every time I look at you, my mind wonders and floats around in dreams. The beauty of your body is certainly not hidden by the tank top and the short skirt you're wearing. After we parked, sitting in the car, I run my hands across the soft skin of your legs. I know that it turns you on when you run a risk of being exposed, and as I nibble on your ears my hands reach below your skirt and slowly remove your panties. You feel a tingling sensation, at first from the touch of my hands along the inside of your thighs, and then from the realization that we will walk across campus without your underwear, and in a very short skirt. I joke to you that we should have a rule that whenever people are around we should walk up as many stairs as we can, and you need to drop your bag and pick it up, every time someone walks by. You just smile and kiss me, and we get out of the car to walk across the campus and soak up the warm afternoon sun.
A while later, it's time for a rest. We haven't really come across too many people, occasionally a few college students. They are probably here for the summer or just working nearby. But those that pass us seem to take notice of your beauty, particularly your legs that can draw attention from a long ways away. We are in luck and find a park bench along the path. Sitting down at first is making you nervous. What if people stopped by and can see under your short skirt? Instead of seeing a bright colored pair of panties, they will see your tanned legs, and between them they would be rewarded with a sight of the most attractive pussy they ever saw.
Thus, as we sit down, your heart is beating faster. You feel a tingling in your body, a warmth that travels through you. But there are no panties to soak up that wetness you feel is starting to slowly build up. I can see all these thoughts on your face, and I know that as I start kissing your neck you'll be distracted and for a moment forget about the nervousness. And that is what you enjoy so much about this afternoon, how your mind is jumping between the nervousness and excitement of being exposed and the soothing calm and no worries in the world that returns when we kiss. As with a calming kiss, my hands touch your soft legs. You feel them slowly moving higher, and half way up your legs you know what my fingers are searching for. You notice yourself getting wetter with every inch my hand moves upwards. I softly touch your legs, higher and higher, from the knee along the inner thigh, and suddenly you can feel my fingers disappear beneath your skirt.
You notice my fingers brush high against your neatly trimmed pussy hair, and as our tongues dance in a kiss, you can feel my finger run down your wet pussy. Sliding so easily across, and almost entering it, but only there to pick up a drop of your wetness. I send tingling sensations through your body as my wet finger pulls up to softly massage the wetness across your entire pussy and around the sensitive areas of your clit.
Suddenly you hear a voice say "wow, Debbie look, he's fingering her!" Two college girls are standing nearby, both staring at us in disbelief. Your heart flies through the roof and you feel the blood rushing to your face. Obviously they have been there a while, and could see everything. Your wetness is releasing quickly as you get turned on by that realization. Our hearts are racing and we get up as if nothing happened, and head out to continue our walk. Adjusting your skirt as you stand up, your hand wipes away a drop of wetness on your leg. One of the girls gives you a longing look, and you realize that she is jealous. Because she hoped to be the one touching you, or the one being touched? You can't tell. A few steps on our way, we hear a giggle. I glance around and then whisper into your ear "I think they found the wet present you left for them on the bench..." A big knowing smile runs across your face, and you feel a small trickle slowly run down your inner thigh. And with our heartbeat relaxed a bit, we start our stroll around the lake. Holding hands, and stopping now and then for a deep and passionate kiss. Often enough to keep that occasional small drop running down your leg.
*** Part II - The Lake ***
Half around the lake, it has become nice and quiet, and we decide to finally stop and take some pictures of your bikini. There's an old BBQ station, with some wooden benches and tables. With nobody around, you can change into your bikini. You take off your top, showing your firm and beautifully shaped breasts. Your dark nipples are small, but they stand out firm from your soft skin, just begging to be kissed. And so it will take a few minutes to put on the bikini top. After you change into it, we leave your clothes neatly folded on the bench and walk to the lake, some steps between the trees and bushes, around a few rocks, and down to the water.
You are so beautiful naked, but sometimes not seeing everything can be even more amazing. The image of you in your bikini feeds my mind with the imagination of what is hidden from view. It's covering up your body just enough, while also exposing enough to allow the mind to run wild. We spend maybe an hour taking pictures, interrupted every few minutes to kiss and touch each other. Some pictures we take with you standing in the lake, having found a shallow spot where the water reaches to your knees.
It's late in the afternoon, and since nobody is around, I suggest we should take some pictures of you without clothes on. The thought of standing naked in the lake turns you on, and you reply with a smile, "sure, why not." You turn and I unfasten your top, cupping your breasts as I remove it. You can feel my fingers gently pinching your nipples. Next, my hands slide along the shape of your body, and rest on your hips. My fingers slowly slide inside your bikini bottoms, on each end, and in slow motion pull them down. I slide them down, bringing to sight your beautiful butt, and I reach down and caress your butt and your legs, as I remove the bikini bottoms.
You are now a bit nervous, since you're standing in the lake completely naked. And anyone around could see your beautiful body, and you may not even see them. You place your bikini on a small rock nearby, still a bit worried, and in case you need to put it back on quickly. But a minute or two later, we're back to taking pictures. Around the corner, out of our sight, a boat must have passed. But the waves it ripples through the lake make for an amazing sight of you standing, hair blowing in the wind, and the waves on the lake giving a dramatic quality to the picture.
