For my one week Summer vacation, I'd rented a cabin way out in the woods of Maine, with a path that leads down to a privately-owned beach with a low dock and a canoe. I'd been there several times before, and found it the perfect place to get away from it all, and to recuperate from the rigors of my work and my increasingly wild and complicated social life. As soon as I pulled into the driveway and finished dragging my suitcase into the bedroom, I walked straight down to the water's edge.
It was very secluded there, with only one other cabin on that stretch of the shoreline, and I'd never seen anyone occupying it. Otherwise, the nearest civilization is over half a mile away. As I had done in other years, I felt comfortable with skinny-dipping in this secluded spot. I stripped down immediately and dove into the cool, clear water. It was such a sensuous feeling having the liquid press against all of my flesh, intertwining with my long flowing blond hair, my arms and legs, and especially my sparse pubic hair. Immediately, my nipples hardened and became sensitive, and I felt the contrast of cold water against the warm flesh of my cunt. When I swim in the nude, I love doing the breaststroke; it allows the water to wash deep in between the folds of my labia.
After swimming out a hundred yards, I flipped over and floated on my back, paddling slowly back into the dock. The sun beat down on my face, and through my squint I saw the erect nubs of my nipples floating above the lapping wavelets. I felt like a water nymph, at one with Nature.
I pulled myself up onto the dock, and toweled my body dry. Arranging myself on the chaise lounge chair so I could face the sun, I smeared sun lotion all over my body. Once the wide expanses of skin were covered, I drizzled some extra lotion onto my breasts and gave them a deep, gentle massage, twisting the slippery nipples.
My stimulation built quickly. It was not long before I squirted lotion into the palm of one hand and smeared it into my cunt, making circular motions with my fingers that pushed and pulled my swollen lips all around. I pulled my knees back toward my shoulders and let my feet plant on the dock, well to the sides of the narrow chair. Using the fingers of both hands, I grasped my outer lips and pulled them wide apart, leaning forward to examine my wet, pink flower of womanhood. The petals were crinkled and scalloped, and I could see the opening to my vagina winking open and closed.
It was too much for me to hold off, so I inserted one finger deep inside and hooked it upward so that it could circle and play over my G spot. My other hand was busy too, its fingers darting and dodging all over my unhooded clitoris and inner lips. I could feel all that sensitive flesh inflating with the hot blood of my desire.
It was amazing how quickly my orgasm arrived! I'm sure that I had only been playing with myself for a couple of minutes. But already my climax was pulsating and throbbing all through my body. In this solitude, I felt safe in expressing the beauty of this moment, so I let out deep sigh that slowly transformed itself into a guttural grunt and finally a rising scream that would probably scare anyone if they could have heard me. But this was exactly how I felt -- wild, uninhibited, and free.
Gradually, I let the muscles of my body relax, and my head lolled back. Pulling my soaking-wet hands out of my cunt, I spread the liquid over my upper thighs and up my torso to my belly button. Hearing the twitter of the birds over my head, I was soon fast asleep, dreaming of wild sex with strangers.
Some unknown time passed. Slowly, the dreamy sleep state ebbed from my body, and I became increasingly aware of reality. But with my eyes still closed, there was something going on that seemed connected with my sexy dreams. I heard people talking about sex.
"Where am I?" coursed through my mind. I thought I was alone out in the wilderness of Maine. But I was sure that these voices were discussing sex, specifically stories that they had read on the alt.sex.stories group on the Internet. Gradually it dawned on me. "Oh my god, I'm not dreaming -- these are real people talking -- people that read that stuff." As do I, I admitted silently to myself. Recently I had even posted a story there. They may have read my story, I realized. Hearing them talk, it was obvious that they really get off on wild fantasies, too.
Opening my eyes slightly without moving, I squinted out over the water to the dock of the supposedly uninhabited cabin. Sitting on the edge, facing my dock were two young and beautiful people, a man and a woman, maybe 25 years old or so. They looked to me like they could be magazine models for Calvin Klein -- sleek, tanned, and tightly muscled. Their bodies were certainly easy for me to examine, as they were apparently also enthusiasts of skinny-dipping. Their wet hair informed me that they had already been in for a dip. Either they were very quiet swimmers, or I must have been deep into my sleep to not have been awakened.
Furtively looking at them through hooded eyelids, I realized that what I could see of them, they could likewise see of me. I was also nude. In fact, I was lying back on that chaise lounge with my legs still spread to either side, and my labia spread wide open. Now that I focused attention on my position, I could even feel the cool touch of the breeze on my damp cunt. Without looking, I knew that my golden pubic hair was matted flat to my pubic mound, stiff with the dried up vaginal juices that I had spread on it earlier.
My instinct was to pull my legs together and to run back to my cabin. But I felt frozen in this position, and realized that it was a little late to be modest, for they had been sitting on the dock facing me for a while, I guessed. They were only 40 or 50 feet away, so it seemed a little silly to become modest and secretive about my body when they had already had ample opportunity to examine it in detail.
