"It's how we do it in Canada", Em hollers from the raft. She is trying to reassure the newcomers stepping down from the house to join us at the swimming pond. The rising college freshmen don't seem convinced about it, but at least they don't immediately turn around and run back to where they came from. We're all topless by the dock, enjoying an above average temperature day north of the border. Who even knows how anyone does anything in Canada...?
Zoe steps out first, reaching behind her back to untie her bikini top, letting the strings drop to her sides and and lifting the neck strap over her head. What she releases into the wild is quite a spectacle: rocket tits effortlessly settle in their natural position high on her chest. Pronounced tan lines makes it obvious that topless was not her first plan. Nipples immediately puckering to celebrate their freedom in the fresh mountain air, and pointing skyward on small areolas remarkably similar in color to her tan, creating an enticing contrast with the milky white breast they sit on. They may be just a little too big to support her ambitions to be a backstroke champion swimmer, but they bounce firmly as she moves confidently towards us and comes to a halt on the dock.
She's a goddess -why have I never noticed her before? A pearl of sweat drips from my eyebrow onto my cheek. Sweeping it off I, lick the salty tip of my finger. I brush down my breasts as I bring my hand back down; they are more than a decent handful. With hard work at the gym I have shed my almost "freshman 15", but my boobs have not shrunk back to their original grapefruit size. I suppose grapefruit comes in different sizes, I am happy with my current pair. Fuller is better, they slowly settle back like miniature memory foam pillows when I move my hands back up to wipe the sweat from under under them, and briefly cup them, unable to resist breaking in to a smile.
Ellie is a little slower to embrace her Canadian freedoms, but my god, pulling the strapless top down and turning it around before releasing the clasp she's got my attention: gorgeous puppies that needs no support at all. She may have a little growing left her, but for now there isn't really a cup size to talk about. Her itty bitties are more like saucers than cups -and regardless of the actual day of the week, it's Friday and I'm in love.
Pond-side, they look around to see if there are clues as to what happens next. Turning back to Em on the raft for instructions for where to find things, I notice Megan and Ashley moving off their sun beds stealthily, quickly gathering speed as they approach the youngsters on the dock. According to tradition it is the job of the most senior members of the party to perform the required 'Quebec baptism': they tackle the girls expertly, and land them with a big splash and wild screams in the cool water. "Welcome to Du Haute", Emily is all smiles on the raft as the four girls swim toward her.
The ruckus has finally stirred Jake from his sleep. It is a long ride, but props to him - our driver and "chaperone" - for getting us here safely. Em's big brother is a College Junior, and to die for. Just like Em he's well above average good looking, and on top of that a gentleman. We're at different schools, and I am under no illusion that we're exclusive, but we've been talking since my first time up here, a year and a half ago now, and since then have hooked up when time and place has allowed.
He says he hates to work out, and quit swim team after freshman year, but somehow maintains a swimmer's body. He's strong, and for interning at some engineering firm, he's got a great midsummer tan. He looks over at me from his sunbed, maintaining eye contact, a wicked smile opens framed by high cheekbones. He stands up, stretches and demonstrably adjusts his package. His cock is best of all: thick around, 9 inches when erect. I've had no one fill me up like him, fucking him is addictive.
It's a beautiful August day, temps in the 80s, sun shining, not a cloud in the sky. We are here for a music festival at the end of the week in theory, but potentially so much more. I have been drooling for Ellie's ass all summer long. What could be better than a pocket size plaything?
- Sharing her with a gorgeous guy, is the answer...
My first summer back from college has not disappointed so far. Don't get me wrong: college is awesome and I can't wait to get back in just over a month, but variety is the spice of life as they say, and it has been nice to get back home where last time anyone checked I was a senior, not a freshman.
I found Ellie at the gym the first week of break. Living in the same neighborhood, we've always been aware of each other, but we were not particularly close growing up. I suppose age difference is a bigger thing when you are younger. It was the ass that literally got me: round, yet sharp -she was on the stair master wearing spandex for effect. "Who uses one of those anymore, anyways?" I asked, as she stepped off and came over in my direction, stretching on a yoga ball, mostly for the view.
To my delight she made a lightning quick decision to not be offended, and decided to settle on the ball next to me in front of the mirror wall: "If glutes are your thing the stair master is essential", she told me, matter of factly - Well, glutes are essential, and that's how she became my steady summer gym buddy. She's much more serious about the gym than me, and quickly agreed to help me work on the the party school pounds I put on the last 9 months.
An effective personal trainer; along with dietary adjustments, her gym program really whipped me into shape. Protein shakes are OK and all, but my favorite has been the touchy-feely training approach: helping me connect with each muscle we have focused our workouts on. Unsure if it it was flirting at first, I responded in kind, and have kept pushing boundaries to test just how far I can take it. Last night in the car it turned out 'all the way' is the answer to that question.
With Zoe on one side and Ellie on the other, the third row was heavy with sensual tension on the drive north. More than 6 hrs on the road requires some sort of relief. Playful pushing and shoving commingled with snorting laughter took up most of the first part of the trip. There might have been some literal dancing going on at times, including simulated stage dives. The ensuing chaos allowed for more intimate exploration in fleeting moments of magic: flowing fingers along nooks and crannies, innocent shoves on pert asses, delicately searching palms on firm breasts.
She was a good sport, but I am pretty sure Zoe didn't completely comprehend the nature of our playful shenanigans, as we slid around on top of each other all the way in the way back. It all ended with a stern talking to about appropriate road trip behavior from the driver's seat. "Yes Daddy!" was our unison response in between giggles.
