After arriving at the office early the next morning, I started my workday the way I normally do, with a cup of coffee in the employees' break room. Michelle was already in there, sipping her coffee from a styrofoam cup and talking with two of the other interns.
When she saw me, she grinned sheepishly and walked over to where I was standing, adding creamer to my coffee.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, smiling and stirring my coffee with a thin plastic straw.
"Never better! I feel great!" she said. "And how are you?"
"Well, I had an interesting night," I hinted suggestively.
She asked in a whisper, "Can I see you again tonight? Maybe I can make it just as interesting."
"Of course," I replied. "Same time, at my place?"
"Yes, but be ready early, and don't prepare anything. I have a surprise for you!" she said slyly.
The day crept by slowly, and I found myself distracted with the thoughts of the pleasures of the previous evening and with wondering what that nineteen year-old might be planning for my "surprise." I had difficulty in concentrating on my work, because in my mind's eye, I kept thinking back to the night before, seeing her slipping off her tiny panties in my bedroom, and exposing that lithe young body.
I left the office promptly at five PM to make sure I was at home well before she arrived.
Michelle rolled into my driveway again, early this time, and she hopped out of her car. She was wearing denim "Daisy Duke" short-shorts and a white tank top. The summer sun was still shining and warm, and she was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses to cut the glare. She had left the car running.
"Let's go, I want to show you the surprise that I have planned!" she called, and I stepped out the door of the house and began walking to her car. I got in the passenger seat, and she took her place on the driver's side.
While Michelle drove, we made small talk, and didn't say anything about the previous evening. She had the radio turned up loud anyway, so serious conversation was impossible. She drove fast, well over the speed limit, and a few minutes later we were at the entrance to a large municipal water reservoir, which was surrounded by a park that was open to the public.
The park was heavily forested, with several small clearings and paths that crisscrossed its many acres. There were numerous streams, small lakes, and ponds. During this time of year, there would normally be a handful of picnickers or hikers, but at nearly seven in the evening there were few visitors. We drove into the nearly deserted park and pulled the car into a small vacant lot.
"Let's go, I want to get there while there is still some daylight," Michelle said. She opened the car trunk, took out a blanket and a large basket, and began walking at a brisk pace toward the woods.
"Where are we going?" I asked. Although I knew most of the park well, we were heading to a part that was unfamiliar to me.
"You'll see. Come on!"
I quickly followed, and I saw Michelle enter the heavily wooded forest by a small, nearly invisible footpath. It was too narrow for us to walk side-by-side, so I followed a few paces behind her. She moved quickly and effortlessly - she obviously knew where she was going. I hurried a bit to keep up.
After walking for about ten minutes, the path opened up into a small clearing, and the clearing was on the edge of a remote part of the reservoir. The sun, starting to set and reflecting in the water, created what professional photographers like to call the "golden hours" - the time at dusk or dawn when the sun is low in the sky and the light is best for capturing photographic images.
Michelle carefully placed the basket down and spread the blanket in the grass about twenty feet from the edge of the water, and she walked down to the small strip of sand. She slipped out of her sandals and touched her toes in the cool, clear reservoir.
I trailed her down to the edge of the water, where Michelle was idly trailing her toes and creating small ripples in the otherwise placid calm. Both of us were silent until she spoke.
"You know, last night was an incredible experience for me. I have been thinking about it all day," she stated matter-of-factly.
"That was the first time I ever gave someone a hand job, and it was the first time I ever gave someone a blowjob, and it was the first time anyone ever performed oral sex on me."
She paused for a moment, and turned to look at me. "I really appreciated the way you were gentle with me, the way you took your time. It made me feel desirable. You have awakened my sexual urges, you made me want you."
"Now, I have thought about this a lot, and I am curious to try some other things with you tonight. First, though, I want to go for a swim - I have been wanting about a nice cool dip all day."
"Well, I didn't bring a swimsuit," I said.
"Neither did I," she replied slyly.
With that, she tossed the baseball cap to the sand, and placed her sunglasses on top of it. Without hesitating, she grasped her tank top at the waist and pulled it over her head.
She was braless, and her nipples were rapidly becoming prominent in the cool early evening air. She unsnapped her shorts, and slid them to the ground. She was now wearing only a light blue thong.
"Well?" she looked at me, eyebrows raised expectantly.
I quickly undressed while she slipped out of her thong. We both stood there nude, and I was already semi-erect. Michelle tried to appear casual and uninterested, but her eyes lingered on my hardening cock.
We waded into the cool water until we were waist-deep, about 20 feet or so from the shore. Michelle dove forward, and she begin to swim with effortless strokes. I quickly followed, working to keep up, as she sliced through the water.
We kept the pace up for about ten minutes, and Michelle turned around to go back to the shore. Once we got back to the spot where she had placed our blanket, she produced two towels from inside the basket and handed one to me.
"How did you find this place?" I asked, toweling my arms and chest. The cool water had had no effect on my stiffening cock.
"Oh, I have been coming here since senior year in high school. My girlfriends and I used to come here in the summer, and we would go skinny-dipping and drink beer." She added, "This is the first time I have ever been here with a guy, though."
She dried herself off, then stepped behind me, and used her towel to finish drying my back. She gave my ass a playful squeeze after she dried me off.
I turned to face her, and she dropped her towel. We pulled each other close, our naked bodies touching, and kissed each other deeply for several moments. My rising cock was brushing against her waist.
We stopped only briefly, caught a breath, and kissed again, our tongues probing and darting in each other's mouths.
