0 comments/ 71627 views/ 17 favorites Mischa By: chameleon69 My name is Michael, I'm 30 years old, I work in the finance sector and I live in New York. Shortly after I graduated from business school in the spring of 2004, I married my long-time girlfriend, Kristjana. Marriage wasn't an easy step for me to take. My hesitance had nothing to do with my wife -- we had been very close for several years and, although she drives me crazy at times, I love her. The truth is, and I realize this is not very original, but I had trouble with marriage because I like the possibility of sexual variety that comes along with being single. And although it had been years since I had slept with anyone but my wife, I didn't want to let go of the possibility that it could happen. There were still things I wanted to experience that my wife either couldn't, or was unwilling, to provide. Does that make me a dog? Maybe. But it's the truth. Anyway, one day I realized that I would have to get over my boyish fantasies at some point, and I got married. A few weeks back, a close friend of mine from business school named Elliot came to town for an overnight visit. Elliot had moved away from New York shortly after our graduation and I was happy to see him because we always had a good time together. I became particularly excited about his visit, though, when I remembered that he would be bringing his beautiful fiancée, Mischa, along with him. Mischa is 26 years old, petite, uniquely beautiful and warm hearted. When I first met Mischa, I thought I understood her immediately. As time passed, and Mischa and I developed a closer friendship, I found that she was full of small, but very interesting surprises. For instance, Mischa has a small, sweet voice and innocence about her that I noticed immediately. But over time I came to recognize that her innocence has a subtle sexual edge. At times, it has even been obvious that she is playing on her innocence -- for example, often times after I have made a playful sexual reference, she pretends not to understand while holding my gaze with a subtle flirtatious twinkle in her eye. On a couple of drunken occasions, I have attempted to bring our flirtations to a slightly more serious level. I had never tried to kiss her or anything, after all she is the fiancée of a very close friend, but I have tested the boundaries a little. Unfortunately, Mischa has invariably become shy when I have done this, as if she is covering up some deep part of herself that makes her uncomfortable when she looks at it too directly. On several occasions, Elliot and Mischa have joined my wife and me for long nights of drinking, talking and laughing and the two of them have almost always spent the night in our guestroom. Doing so allows them to avoid driving home when they are tired and tipsy and it also allows the four of us to spend additional time together in the morning. This tradition was something I had come to enjoy greatly, so I was disappointed to learn that they had reserved a hotel room for the duration of their visit. On the night of Elliot's and Mischa's visit, a large group of our mutual friends got together at a local bar. My wife, Kristjana, was not able to join us because she had made plans weeks earlier to attend a concert with other friends. Everyone was getting along better than they had at any point in the past -- seeing old friends can often be that way. After some time apart, it's as if a new "honeymoon" period begins and you get a chance to see people you've known for years in a brand new light. Their comforting familiarity is somehow magically coupled with the excitement of exploring them for the first time -- the best of both worlds. I was as excitable and talkative as anyone there, I suppose. I floated from conversation to conversation and grew happier as the bar tab grew. At some point later in the evening, just as one conversation was ending but before another could begin, Mischa approached quickly and sat down in front of me, turning her back to the rest of the room and effectively blocking me into a corner where I would be able to talk only to her. Of course, I didn't protest and I suddenly felt a pang of regret as I realized that she was one of the few people I had not spoken with all night. She wasted no time beginning the conversation. We filled each other in on the mundane aspects of our lives: our jobs, careers, where we were living, and our short-term plans. As our simple conversation wandered on, I began to feel warm and sort of peaceful and I realized how deeply I had missed her. It was as if we were sitting completely alone, in our own little dream, in the midst of a loud and churning sea of familiar faces. Several minutes later, our intimacy was interrupted when a mutual friend arrived and awkwardly pushed himself between us to say hello. Mischa welcomed him warmly and reached up to put her arm around his shoulder, but I sensed that she was as frustrated by his interruption as I was. After about another hour of drinking and reminiscing, the bartender made his last call and people began to collect themselves to leave. At that point, Mischa approached me again and asked whether my wife, Kristjana, would be arriving at home soon and, if so, whether Mischa could come by to say hello. I took this opportunity to invite her and Elliot to stay in our guestroom, rather than at their hotel. That way, I explained, we could have a few more drinks while we waited for my wife to return home and we could spend some time together in the morning. After some deliberation, Mischa and Elliot decided to accept my invitation. Because my wife had dropped me off on the way to meet her friends, it made sense for me to ride home with Mischa and Elliot. So, a few minutes later, the three of us left the bar and walked to Elliot's car. When we arrived at the car, Mischa insisted that I ride in the front seat with Elliot. She said that she had shorter legs and would be more comfortable in the back seat. I refused and assured her that I would be just fine. She was persistent, however, and soon was playfully wrestling me away from the door to the car's back seat. Being a gentleman, I allowed her to win the wrestling match. Not to be outdone, though, once she was in the backseat, I jumped in with her, leaving Elliot in the front seat alone. Mischa laughed gleefully as I jumped into the backseat, pushing her into the seat behind Elliot, and Elliot didn't seem to mind, so I stayed where I was. As Elliot began the short drive to my home, Mischa playfully threatened to tell my wife if I tried any "backseat funny business." "What do you mean?" I asked, "Something like this?" And as I asked the question, I leaned toward Mischa in a silly and exaggerated fashion, pretending to take her into my arms. "Oh, no!" Mischa screamed with feigned horror, leaning away from me and against the far door, "I'm being assaulted by a sexual madman!" What happened next was so fleeting that I was not sure what to make of it at the time. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Mischa, nuzzling her lightheartedly. When I did this, I fully expected Mischa to push me away, but she didn't. Instead, she grasped the back of my left arm gently with her right hand and, giggling and squealing like a little girl, moved her head away from her shoulder slightly to allow me access to her neck. I was so taken back by her openness to my advance that I moved away and looked at her quizzically. Her eyes were smiling and she had clearly had more to drink than I originally realized. I took a quick glance up at the rear view mirror and it appeared Elliot was preoccupied with the heavy bar traffic. "Elliot," I said. "I think your fiancee is finally giving in to my advances." "Congratulations," Elliot responded casually and with a brief smile into the mirror, "I'm proud of you." I turned to Mischa and said, "I think Elliot just gave me backseat license to ravage you -- what do you think?" Wearing the same intoxicated smile, Mischa responded in a tone that was clearly intended to provoke me, "but I'll still tell your wife." "That's a chance I'm willing to take," I said as I grasped the back of her head and playfully nuzzled into her neck again. Just as she had before, Mischa gently held my left arm with her right hand and, though she was giggling and squealing as if she protested, she dropped her shoulder to allow me access to her neck as I growled as rasped like a crazed animal. This time, though, I didn't pull away. Instead, I moved up and down her neck with my nose and lips, not kissing her really, but making increasingly quieter animal sounds until, at some point, as I gradually became swept up in the moment and began to focus on Mischa's sweet scent, I stopped making noises altogether and found myself simply brushing my mouth and nose against her neck, smelling and feeling her neck between my slightly parted lips as she lay very quietly against the door behind the driver's seat. When I noticed that I was no longer making noises, I realized that Mischa must be realizing that I was interested in more than simple flirtations, and I began to pull away once again. But then Mischa did something interesting -- she brought her left hand to the back of my head and began stroking my hair very slightly as we lay close to one another. Mischa and I only stayed in that position for a second or two before I moved away, fearing that Elliot would see us and become angry or uncomfortable. As I moved away, I noticed that Mischa's eyes were not glazed with drunkenness and they were no longer playful. She now wore a look of apprehension and slight confusion, but I was encouraged by the fact that she looked more excited than upset. Nevertheless, I had other concerns. Although our ambiguous embrace lasted only seconds, I now had a full erection and, because of the way I was sitting in the back seat, I was sure Mischa would notice if she looked in that direction. I tried to shift, but I did not want to make my situation obvious by moving around too much. "What happened, buddy?" Elliot asked, responding to the sudden quiet in the back seat. "Did she turn you down after all?" I paused before answering and thought "Thank god, he is completely oblivious." "Yeah," I responded finally, looking back at Elliot's eyes in the rearview mirror. "I guess her heart and her body belong to you alone." "Your loss," Elliot said with a grin. When we arrived at my house, we discovered that Kristjana was not home from her concert yet. So, we all decided to stay up and have a few drinks in the living room while we waited for her. Elliot suggested that we mix some shots. Mischa and I were not interested, choosing instead to have wine, but Elliot decided to mix shots for himself. In fact, he decided to play a solo drinking game -- he explained that he planned to mix and drink a different shot every ten minutes to determine whether his body could handle more shots than his brain knew how to make. After half an hour of good conversation, and three shots and two beers for Elliot, Kristjana arrived. Apparently she and her friends had done their share of drinking at the concert, and she announced that she had left her car in a parking garage near the concert venue because she didn't want to drive home. After making a few slurred remarks about the concert and expressing her distaste for a shirt that Elliot was wearing, Kristjana stumbled into our bedroom. I followed her and helped her undress and get under the covers. "You are so beautiful, even when you're sloppy drunk." I told her as I pulled the blankets over her. "Right now," she replied, laughing loudly "I don't care." I began rubbing her stomach through the covers on the bed. "No, Michael," she said firmly. "No what?" I asked. "No sex," she said, laughing again. "I'm too tired." "Go fuck Mischa -- she looks like she's in the mood." "Wow," I said, "you are drunk." "Yes, I'm drunk and I don't want sex," she replied. She then brought my hand to her mouth, kissed it and rolled over to fall asleep. When I returned to the living room, Mischa was sitting alone on the couch and Elliot was laying on the ground with his head on a pillow watching an old movie on television. I picked up my wine glass, walked across the room to sit down next to Mischa and took a drink. I apologized for Kristjana's drunken antics and began watching the movie. Very shortly thereafter, Elliot began to snore and Mischa giggled in response. "He had two more shots while you were in the bedroom with Kristjana," she explained. "That explains it," I said. "Would you like more wine?" "I don't think so," she said, "but can I ask you something?" "Sure," I said. "Was Kristjana mad at me for some reason?" she asked. "No, of course not, not at all," I responded, "why?" "When you were talking to her, I heard her say my name ... I didn't hear everything she said, but it sounded like she might be upset." "No," I replied, laughing nervously, "she wasn't upset." "She was maybe a little rude, but not upset." "Oh, okay," Mischa said. "But how did I come up?" "Actually," I said slowly, "if you must know, she brought you up in the middle of refusing to have sex with me." "Oh!" Mischa said, laughing loudly and suddenly, "and what do I have to do with that?" "Nothing," I said. "I shouldn't have told you -- she was just making a joke -- she just said that she didn't want to have sex and recommended that I have sex with you instead." "Oh my god! Me?" Mischa asked. After a pause, Mischa finally asked "and what did you say?" Her tone was flirtatious, but playfully stern at the same time -- it conjured an image of Mischa standing over me with her hands on her hips. "I told her that I tried my best in the back seat of the car, but that you threatened to tell her and pushed me away!" "What?!" Mischa asked quietly but incredulously. "You told her about the back seat?" "Why not?" I asked, calling her bluff. "Well, I don't know ... I guess I thought that was my ace in the hole. Now I have no good threats left to fend you off!" At that point, I started to growl the way I had in the car and very slowly leaning toward Mischa with my arms slightly outstretched. I watched her very closely. The playful look in her eyes remained, though she was clearly more nervous now than she had been in the car. Her eyes moved back and forth between me and Elliot, who was still snoring on the floor. I couldn't tell if she was looking to him for help or to make sure he was still asleep. I raised my arms higher and very slowly moved them behind her to place them on her upper back. As soon as my hands made contact, I pulled her forward quickly and pressed my face against her neck. She began giggling and squealing in mock protest, just as she had earlier, but now she was making the sounds much more quietly. Her hands and arms were trapped between us and she reached up with her hands to wrap them around my neck. I kept growling and slowly began moving my nose and mouth up her neck to the area behind her ear. I kept making silly noises to maintain the ruse that this was all just a light-hearted game, and she continued to giggle and play along. Meanwhile, I had again developed a full erection, and I desperately wanted to move one of my hands around from her back to begin rubbing and playing with her tits. Thankfully, I was able to maintain control. I then began nibbling the soft skin just under Mischa's ear as if I were a small animal. In response, she didn't exactly push me away, and she didn't totally stop giggling, but she leaned back slightly as if my changed approach maybe took her by surprise. When she did this, I decided to push my luck a little, so I brought my hand to her shoulder and leaned forward in an effort to keep my mouth and lips where they were. Under the added weight, she slid slowly onto her back, and I slid along with her until she was laying flat on the couch and my upper body was covering hers. She began squealing and laughing harder at that point and she lifted one leg off the floor and onto the couch to brace her. As she did this, the full length of her thigh rubbed firmly and directly across my erection and I involuntarily moaned directly into her ear. Suddenly it felt as though the entire world had stopped. Needless to say, I was no longer making silly noises and she was no longer giggling. I couldn't move. I was tremendously embarrassed and, as the seconds slowly ticked by, it became apparent that we had reached the moment of truth. If we continued playing around at all now, even with growls and giggles, we would no longer be able to pretend that we were just flirting innocently. She now had to acknowledge, despite all the little games and pretension, that this was more than just flirtation for me and that, at the very least, my body was interested in much more. With my mouth still open and pressing against Mischa's sweet skin, I lay completely still and waited for her reaction. I could still hear Elliot's labored breathing rising from the floor and I knew that Kristjana was passed out in our room next door. For all intents and purposes, Mischa and I were alone and it seemed we were both silently weighing the same heavy decision. Suddenly, Mischa brought one of her hands to the back of my head and began stroking my hair as she had briefly in the car. I lifted myself slowly onto one elbow and our eyes met. Although I had flirted mercilessly with Mischa in the past, and I had fantasized about fucking her on countless occasions, I had never tried anything. After all, I was married and she was the fiancée of a very close friend. But something about the look in her eye at that particular moment seemed to give me permission to want her and, maybe, just maybe, to take her. Her gaze was intense and stormy, but there was something more there too -- a kind of resolve I had never seen in her before. I made my decision. The combination of her beauty, her smell, her taste, and the surrender I could just barely see emanating from a deep place behind her eyes won out -- I began to move deliberately toward her lips. And then Mischa spoke. "I think maybe we should get some sleep," she said, removing her hand from the back of my head and placing two fingers on my chin. I was stunned and, once again, completely embarrassed. What's worse, Mischa's eyes had changed. They were full of regret now, and some measure of longing, but I could see that she had made up her mind. I sat up on the couch to let her move. She fixed her hair, straightened her clothes and stood up. She looked at Elliot asleep on the floor and stood quietly for at least ten seconds. She then took one step toward Elliot, stopped and looked back at me. "Can we just sleep here for a while?" she asked, pointing to the couch. "I mean, just sleep?" "Sure -- of course." "I'll be right back," Mischa said, smiling shyly, and walked down the hall toward the bathroom. I stood up and rushed to convert the futon couch we had been sitting on into a bed as quietly as possible. I grabbed pillows and two large blankets from the closet and draped one blanket over Elliot and threw the other over the futon bed. I took particular notice of the fact that Elliot was still snoring loudly and did not even stir when I placed the blanket over him. I stripped to my boxers and t-shirt and lay down under the blanket on the bed. A few minutes later, Mischa returned from the bathroom. She had changed into a t-shirt and a tight pair of pink sweat pants. She got into the bed and lay next to me. She took my arm and pulled it over her, tucking it under her right arm and holding my hand between her breasts. She moved back so our bodies were in contact all the way from our feet to our shoulders. I began to worry as my erection started to grow again, but I decided not to hide it. It was a good decision. Just as my erection grew large enough to begin pressing against Mischa's backside, she moved herself back and forth against it once or twice, nestling it between the cheeks of her ass. Mischa and the Bare Springs Mischa slowly opened her eyes to see the bright morning sun creeping his way over the top of the mountain looming in front of her. Cool autumn air pushed through and past the truck as it turned off the lonely road onto an even lonelier dirt path that meandered into the hills. She took one last deep breath of the cool mountain air as Darius closed the windows to keep the dust out. Laboriously, she uncurled from her current position balled up in the passenger seat and stretched her legs out in front of her as well as she could. The long drive to their weekend destination was almost over. She finished stretching and lightly placed her hand atop her husband's as he slowed the car and pulled into an empty gravel lot at the base of their climb. The mountain loomed over them, shadowing their truck from the rising sun. They stood at the base of the trail and shouldered their light packs. The hill didn't bother them, the ascent only climbed steeply for around eight hundred feet before tapering off to a calmly sloping 8 miles to their destination. With a silent nod, they stepped off up the trail. Their destination was the Bare Springs, a location aptly named by the prospectors who discovered it late in the gold rush. A man named John Wye had uprooted his family from their home in Pennsylvania in search of fortune and, like the majority of those westward-bound, had found only dirt, sweat, and tears. His wife died shortly after they made it to the California Trail, and he was left to care for his ten year old son and five year old daughter while he fruitlessly searched. By the time they reached the springs, they were all two years older and famished to the brink of death. Their oxen died at the base of this range and John drove his family higher into the mountains in attempt to gain a commanding view of the terrain to plot their final attempt for life. He identified a large rock at the end of a trail, rumored to be the very same trail Mischa's feet now plodded along, and made straight for it. As they approached, they heard the sounds of a Native American village. However unwise to amble up to an unknown village in this area, John and his children were at the end of their rope and had found potential for salvation. Cresting the final hilltop before the spire, John was almost run over by two naked children sprinting across the trail in a game of tag. They seemed to not even take notice of him as they angled back toward the rock and continued the pursuit. He followed their line of movement and saw a tiny village of no more than ten small grass huts styled similarly to those of other indigenous tribes in the region. What struck him here was that all the villagers were naked. Not bare-chested, not covered with tiny loincloths, just naked. He called out to them and they took him and his children in, hurriedly giving them water and food. It wasn't long before he'd eaten his fill and passed out. On waking to chill evening air, he'd found his clothes were gone and saw his children were naked as well. Some of the local youths had engaged them in a game of tag and they were all playing joyously. A beautiful woman roused him and led him around the village, which he now realized was arranged in a semi-circle facing a rather large pool with steam rising from it. At one end was the large spire he'd been using as a landmark and a small fountain of hot water bubbled out at its base. The woman led him into the warm water and bathed him. The sun set and the world was momentarily dark, lit only by the myriad stars overhead. The woman continued to bathe him tenderly and thoroughly, caressing him softly under the water. She spoke a few words he didn't understand softly into his ear and the water came alive. Bright green light suffused through it, allowing him to see the bottom clearly and illuminating the beautiful naked woman whose firm breasts were now pressed against his arm as she massaged his thigh under the water. The pool was unlike anything he'd ever seen and he was convinced she had spoken magic words in his ear. Over the course of the following week, the natives fed and nurtured him, bathing him daily. When he'd regained his strength, they returned the family's clothing, gave them a knapsack of food, and pointed them in the direction of the nearest town. When John arrived in the town, he gave up prospecting in favor of running the local saloon. He told tales to any who would listen of the small village, playing up the beauty and kindness of its inhabitants and the majesty of the hot springs. The stories always began with the tale of his first night there where the beautiful girl massaged him. He described her as a nymph for he felt she'd worked some form of magic on him. He named the spring and called the villagers the People of the Bare Springs. Some years later, he had enough money from his business to lead a supply train up the mountain to repay their kindness. Unfortunately, his telling of wild stories of beauty and kindness and magic water did not have his expected effect. Missionaries had moved into the village, looking to cure the inhabitants of their naked savagery. Instead, they brought pestilence and in a few short months, the village was wiped out. Looters came later, defiling the homes in search of anything worth selling. Finding nothing, they eventually settled for burying the bodies and levelling the huts to make the springs a monetary attraction. They proved too difficult to travel to and eventually the profiteers packed up shop and left too. All John Wye found was an empty space where once there was life and happiness. He wouldn't even hear the tale of the village's demise as it wasn't discovered until a team of anthropologists rediscovered the springs' location nearly a century later. Mischa shook off the sad tale and stretched her neck skyward, allowing the sun to warm her skin. They had summited the first hill and the air atop the ridge was the perfect temperature to regulate heat, allowing the sun to provide warmth and a light breeze to keep the body cool. Up ahead, her husband was pulling away from her. He always had problems with pacing himself, looking only to get to his destination with a single-minded determination. "Darius, let's take a break. You're forgetting we're on a vacation hike again." He turned with a roguish smile and took a seat on a rock just to the side of the trail. "You're right, I just figured we'd get the hard part over quickly and forgot to throttle back after we crested the hill. I wasn't even looking around. I really do love this view." Mischa dropped her pack and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. They sat for some moments, catching their breath and drinking in the view before they set out again, at a more leisurely pace this time with Mischa in the lead. They had been to the springs six times in their last two years of living nearby and even though the state puts the site in the same category as its nude beaches, Mischa and Darius had never seen anyone actually take the springs up on their name. The crowd that came up seemed to be a tasteful bunch of late 20s professionals with a smattering of young families thrown in. Still, visiting a place known for its ancient community of nudists drove the mind to wonder what it would be like to live in such an open and accepting environment. Mischa was still wondering at these things as they drew up to the base of the large spire and the edge of the hot springs. Steam was rising from the clear waters as always and there was not a soul in sight. If anyone else was coming to the pool, they usually got there before the couple, having the opportunity to drive up Friday night instead of Saturday morning. Mischa was feeling adventurous and, if they continued to have the pool to themselves, she thought she might strip down for a soak later. They continued on past the pool another hundred yards to the lone tree they'd discovered on their second trip up and made to set up camp. They didn't carry much with them, just some food for the night and morning, some sleeping and hygiene gear, and a portable shower they could hang from the tree to get clean before entering the springs. In their usual fashion, Darius put in his headphones and leaned against the tree to adjust the laces of his shoes while Mischa laid out her sleeping mat and removed her shirt, keeping her sports bra and shorts on as she settled into a yoga routine. Darius waited for her to get settled and planted a quick kiss on her forehead before disappearing over the lip of the hill and off on a run in the wilderness. Alone with her yoga routine and her thoughts, Mischa continued to ponder the possibility of a naked dip in the pool later in the evening. At first, she envisioned waiting until Darius was asleep and sneaking off to the water alone, stripping down at the edge and settling in for a good soak. He quickly invaded her thoughts, though and she realized it wouldn't be any fun without him there. She replayed the scene, each time getting naked together farther and farther back away from the pool until they stripped at their camp and walked the football field to the pool completely denuded. Her pale skin shone brightly under the light of the moon and his dark skin rendered him a ghostly silhouette against the night sky. She attempted to banish the thoughts; the springs were a public place for public use. Of the six times they'd been here, only once had they been alone. One time a family even showed up just before sunset, having struggled up the hill with small children. She thought of John and his kids, and of the special treatment he received in the water when he visited. That was for another people at another time. Knowing her luck, she would go nude to the pool and it would be the one time a random couple would arrive late at night, having misjudged the hike. She felt herself blushing at the thought of being caught out in the buff away from her clothes. The thought mortified her. Changing from cobra to downward facing dog, she realized the fear of being found was giving her another, quite unexpected feeling, a wet spot was growing in between her thighs and the soft gossamer of her underwear provided stimulation to her engorged vulva. With some controlled breathing, she was able to bring herself back under control. The idea of being caught in the nude should not arouse her, especially since the late night arrivals could turn out to be a family with six children. Back under control, she finished her relaxing yoga routine, determined to just enjoy the weekend as they always had, and laid down to take a nap until Darius returned in about a half hour. Darius returned and grabbed some water from the spring for the portable shower and Mischa awoke to the sound of water cleansing his sweat-soaked body. She looked up and saw that instead of following their normal swimsuit for bathing in the open rule, he was standing stark naked under the tree. "Darius! What are you doing?" she admonished him, "someone could come up this hill at any moment." He shrugged and continued washing himself. "I forgot my suit. What's wrong, you don't like what you see?" It wasn't that at all. His nudity wasn't the problem, but that she had resolved to remain clothed less than an hour ago. Besides, between the sweat and the water running down his dark brown skin, his muscular 5'11" frame looked delectable. She looked him up and down and saw that he was halfway erect and realized that he had been ogling her in her sleep. The wetness in her crotch quickly returned at the thought of being watched and admired by her husband. Mischa stood from the thin mat and allowed her feet to settle into the soft grass that surrounded the base of the tree. Breathing deeply, she crossed her arms in front of her and grasped the elastic hem of her sports bra. The world became still as she contemplated the consequences of her actions. She glanced up at Darius, who stood motionless and covered in soap suds from head to toe. The water was no longer flowing from the shower bucket as he'd released the pull handle and dropped his arms to his sides. His chest moved heavily as he stared almost hungrily at her. Mischa saw that his cock was now fully erect and bobbing lightly with his heartbeat. She made her decision and, in an instant, her bra was on the ground by her feet and her shorts and panties followed shortly thereafter. The shower water had cooled off significantly and she shivered as Darius invited her in with him. They cleaned up quickly, not wanting to have to take multiple trips to fill the water bucket. It felt good to be naked and not only because of the wanton look she got from her husband as he eyeballed her bare form out in nature; that part always felt good. It was as if his eyes were the precursor to his hands and she could almost feel his caress in his look. What she hadn't realized was how good nature would feel. As she sat out on her mat to dry, the cool breeze flowed around and through her, refreshing her to her core. The sun gently pulled the water off her skin, cooling her then replacing the chill with its warmth. They got dressed soon after, Darius not realizing her possible newfound fondness for nudity in nature and unintentionally goading her into dressing by doing so himself. Dinner was a quick meal of the dehydrated food they'd brought with them. It was filling, if not extremely satisfying. The sun was low to the horizon when they finished and sat leaning against one another, her head on his shoulder. "You ready for a dip?" Darius broke the long silence. "Sounds good, let me change into my suit." She had put on her set of hiking clothes for the next day after the shower and now pulled her swimsuit out of the bag. The bikini she'd brought was one of her favorites. The pink top hugged her breasts perfectly and the blue bottom did the same for her tight ass. She stood to change into it, taking more time than was necessary to put the suit on and allowing her husband the opportunity to roam her body with his eyes. "If you don't hurry up and get some clothes on, we might not ever make it to the springs." He said half-jokingly. She was immediately wet again. His need for her body was intensely arousing and starkly different than the earlier pleasure she'd felt allowing nature to caress her bare skin. Each feeling was immensely pleasurable and marvelously complementary. "Is that so?" She teased, cocking her hip toward him. "It is. That body of yours drives me wild." It didn't take much more contemplation. The bottom of the sun was now touching the horizon. No one was going to join them up here at this hour. She shoved her suit back into the bag and held a hand out to her husband. "Come on. Let's take advantage of these Bare Springs." As he stood up, she motioned for him to drop his shorts and his somewhat confused look turned into the world's biggest shit-eating grin. His shorts fell in a flash and she turned and led him to the pool while he was still kicking them off his feet. After catching up, he placed an arm around her and kissed her cheek. The edge of the pool formed a natural stairway into its depths. She descended first, maintaining a hand on his arm to keep her balance on the slick rocks. The water stayed at a temperature of one hundred degrees year round depending on rain and that warmth coursed through her body as she sat on a shelf ledge against the wall of the shallow pool. "So, what's up with the new naked thing?" Darius asked. She certainly didn't marry him because he was so smooth. "I mean, not that I'm complaining. Just curious is all." "You started it, mister naked shower." "Yeah but I've never had an issue getting naked outside. Remember the beach that first April?" "Of course I do, I was appalled." He was referring to the first spring break they'd known one another. They'd visited a beach near their college, not wanting to take a long trip south to a warmer clime. He insisted on going swimming in the cold water and jumped in with just his boxers on. When he got out, he chose to ditch the wet boxers and get dressed. "We weren't even dating – barely knew each other – and I had already seen you naked." "Yeah but you knew what you were working with." He smiled at her and she laughed. The sun was low now, providing its last minutes of light. She snuggled in closer to him and turned to meet his eyes. "That I did." She watched as his eyes bore into hers, then moved down to her lips and back again. They made the journey of inches at a laboriously slow pace. He observed her intensely, wanting to re-memorize every feature of her face. The love he felt for her was apparent in his expression and she could feel herself melting. He moved closer, leaning down until his lips gently brushed hers. She responded by following his lips as he pulled away from her, drawing him into a lingering kiss. After what seemed like minutes, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, smiling again. Unsatisfied, she pursued again, this time gently parting his lips with her tongue. Their tongues caressed and danced in each other's mouths and Mischa could feel a familiar heat rising in the pit of her stomach. She felt a hand go to her cheek and another go to her thigh. It felt so warm and comforting to be held by him. "Oh, excuse us!" The kiss broken startlingly, the two lovers turned towards the sound of the intrusion and sank lower into the water. Her arm reflexively covered her breasts and her legs crossed. Another couple had joined them at the pool. They stood a fair distance away, panting at the base of the rock. The man was small and pasty, his skin was flushed with exhaustion and he was doubled over. The woman was taller than he was, and much more fit. She wore only a sports bra and compression shorts and her flat stomach was apparently ripped even in the twilight. It was she who interrupted the kiss with her loud interruption. "We'll just set up on the other side of this rock. See you guys in a little bit!" As they turned to go, Mischa groaned in disappointment. It was just getting good and they had to come. She could feel her flower wilting. Darius was laughing uncontrollably and she leaned her forehead against his cheek. The feeling was almost the same as getting caught in his parents' house so many years before. He would have blue balls and she would have to go to bed horny. "We should go back now, or at least grab your suit and my running shorts," Darius declared between fits of laughter. "No!" She answered more emphatically than she'd meant to, startling herself. Then, in a quieter tone, "I don't think that's necessary, this is the Bare Springs after all; legally recognized as a nudist resort." There was a battle raging inside her. Logically, she knew she should feel embarrassment at being caught in the nude, but the emotion was only marginal. Between the strong physical incentive and her new joy at being naked and the also novel lack of embarrassment at being seen in such a state, staying nude in the warm pool was the winning course of action. Darius couldn't care less. Finished laughing, he leaned back with his arms up on the rock shelf behind them, fingers lightly touching her shoulder. "Okay, you don't have to tell me twice." Mischa reached up and brought her hand to his cheek, drawing him in for a short light kiss. She trailed her hand down his chest then off his body and into the water. As it swam over to her side, it bumped against the underwater spire of his length. A gasp escaped from her lips at the realization that he was still hard as the rock they rested on. A glance up revealed a smirk on his face upturned to the sky and the fact that his nonchalance was just an act. They both still had skin in this game. "I'm Sherry," the voice from earlier called out from the other side of the pool. Mischa drew her eyes from her husband's coy smile to the source of the noise. The woman could best be described as a nymph. Her tall stature was complemented by well-placed curves of her breasts and hips. Her stomach was flat and toned and her legs had a muscular beauty. She was wearing a standard bikini with full bottoms that were about as modest as modern two-piece bottoms could get. The grey of her eyes shone against the moonlight from across the pool, giving her gentle auburn-framed face a feel of the fantastic. Mischa and the Bare Springs "Ron, my boyfriend, is wiped after that little hike. We got a late start today and I got to sleep in the car. He's going to call it a night and come into the springs tomorrow since we have off all next week and are spending the whole day here." And thus began a long, uninteresting conversation with Sherry, the intruder. Mischa wasn't uninterested because the woman was boring or trite or because she'd ruined the beauty of the pool with her unnecessary and one-sided conversation. On the contrary, she and Ron were living a pretty free life as students, travelling the world and taking the seven year track to graduating with business degrees. The disinterest came from the heat that was still present between her thighs and the electric spark that bore into her shoulder where Darius's hand was touching her. His hand would make lazy circles every now and then, driving the spark across her spine and causing her to shiver. The shivers drove her to adjust her position and she could feel the slickness of her moisture where it flowed out of her lips to join the warm waters of the pool and she squeezed her thighs together, gently massaging her folds as best she could with this woman sitting no more than five feet away. Mischa's mind wandered wildly during the conversation and she found herself thinking about the prospector's story. The woman who'd first taken him to the spring and bathed him, the prospector had described her as a nymph, the same descriptor Mischa first thought of for Sherry. An interesting thought. Darius was nudging her. "Well, that was a fun conversation, thanks guys. Are you leaving tomorrow?" Sherry was finally trying to excuse herself and Darius thankfully brought Mischa out of her daydreams and back into the conversation. "We are. We have work Monday so only one night out here for us." She answered, leaning forward in the water. Enthusiasm hid both that she'd missed the last half of the conversation and that her hand was sliding up Darius's thigh under the water. "Oh, that's sad. Have a good hike if we aren't up in the morning to see you off!" "We won't leave until around noon so I'm sure we'll join you for a mid-morning swim." Darius grunted quietly as she spoke. Her hand had reached its destination, his rapidly engorging cock, and begun stroking the head. "Okay great! The air's getting chilly. Don't freeze on your way to your bags." Sherry offered with a smile. Darius and Mischa smiled as she got out of the pool and walked away. Mischa was sure Darius was in heaven, watching the beautiful nymph's tight body emerging from the pool while his loving wife played with his hard length. They both watched her ass move hypnotically as she walked away toweling off her hair. Once she was out of sight, Darius turned quickly and placed a hand on Mischa's waist. His hand caressed her soft skin and he brought her lips to softly nuzzle her neck. "She could definitely tell." He whispered in her ear. Her head fell to one side as his lips traced from her ear to her collarbone and back, softly sucking the flesh into his mouth before moving on to the next spot. "Of course she could tell we were naked. The water is clear and lit up. It didn't seem to bother you when she was here." She accented the statement by squeezing her hand. "I was more concerned about you. It's one thing to be naked out here when it's just the two of us but I figured you might be uncomfortable with an audience." "Did you now? Well, maybe," she grabbed his hand and brought it to her moistened folds, tracing one of his fingers along her slick lips before plunging it into her depths. Her breath caught and she whimpered, "I'm just full of surprises." With a hungry growl, Darius lifted her off the bench and brought her to his lap so her ass was firmly pressed against his crotch and her legs were spread outside of his. Her breasts were now just above the water line and the cool air caused her pink nipples to harden to sharp points. She turned her head and caught his lips in a kiss, opening her mouth for his tongue to explore. They held the kiss as his hands trailed up the inside of her thighs, making their way slowly toward her wanton folds. She slid her hips forward, urging him on, begging his hands to get there faster. Then they did, spreading her lips open and caressing them tenderly. She broke the kiss and snapped her head back on his shoulder, staring up at the starry sky. The fingers of one hand slowly pushed into her while the other found her swollen clitoris and swirled around it. He quickly found the rhythm that her body loved, pumping his fingers in and out of her in time with the movement on her button. The vastness of the Milky Way shone above her and inched closer as the fires grew in her belly. Darius explored her neck with his mouth, kissing and licking her soft skin. Her breath became short and legs began to shudder, the release she'd been denied when Sherry arrived was close at hand. Darius's fingers left her clitoris and moved out of the water to cup her breasts. She whimpered at the loss of stimulation and the prolonging of her torturous build to climax. He pinched her nipple sharply and the sensation radiated through her, stifling her plaintive sounds. She closed her eyes as he continued to play with her firm breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. The fingers inside her continued their slow massaging of her inner walls. Remaining in this state of pleasure forever would have been an option if it weren't for her need for release. Softly, she moaned in her throat, again imploring her husband to bring her to orgasm. The second his hand left her breasts and regained contact with her swollen nub, she rocketed from the earth. Eyes open now, the stars above didn't seem so far and then she was among them, soaring through time and space on the waves of intense pleasure. Her body was convulsing uncontrollably and Darius held her firmly with his arms across the tops of her legs, hands never leaving her sex throughout the episode. After a timeless stint among the heavenly bodies, they began to fade away and Mischa found herself again in the magical pool and in the arms of her lover. It took her a while to come down and she stared blankly into the water as she caught her breath. A hand caressed her thigh and another gently massaged her outer lips. Fully back in this world, she turned her head to kiss Darius when she thought she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and looked closer. It looked like a shadow had moved near the base of the rock spire but she could see nothing there but a pile of small boulders. Writing it off, she stood off Darius's lap and turned to him. The upper half of her body was out of the water and she placed a hand under his chin to force his eyes off her body. Still, his intent gaze and hungry expression had her feeling the beginnings of the ride to another space-bound orgasm. She leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of her pert breasts and brought her lips softly to his. Between kisses she whispered, "That was great, lover, undoubtedly some of your finest work." She took his cock in her hand, slowly caressing it. Climbing into his lap again, she placed her knees on the rocky ledge and brought his hard length to her folds, sliding it along her slit and lubricating the head before using it to tease her clit again. His strong hands grabbed her hips and urged her onward. She placed the head at her tight opening, lowering herself onto it. First, she took only a few inches and rocked her hips back and forth, loving the feeling of him stretching out her opening. "Let me return the favor." She seated herself fully, taking him all the way inside her and rising again. The rhythm developed quickly and she bounced playfully on his cock, loving the way it felt sliding in and out of her. His hands found her bouncing breasts and began to play with her nipples again, rolling and pinching them. Her legs began to tire and she placed her hands on his shoulders, sliding her hips forward and back. In this position, his rough pubic hair felt wonderful against the bare skin of her vulva and once every few thrusts rubbed against her clitoris to great effect. She could feel another orgasm building. Darius dropped a hand to her hip and found her clitoris with his thumb, continuing to drive her along towards orgasm. Wanting the full effect of his hand as she rode him, she stood and turned around, mounting him with her back to him. She continued to rock her hips and he placed his fingers to either side of her clitoris, adding pressure and friction to the sensation of his cock sliding into her. His breathing came ragged now and mixed with grunts of pleasure. It wouldn't be long until he shot his warm seed deep into her body and she wasn't too far from the same point of ecstasy. They attempted to muffle the sounds of their lovemaking, not wanting to scream to the heavens and alert their neighbors but all the same there was a chorus of grunts, moans, and turbulent water as she rode him to climax. He came first, grabbing her hips and shoving her down before returning his hand to her clitoris while his cock twitched deep inside her, delivering its load. She came quickly thereafter, his twitching length tapping her g-spot and driving her over the edge into ecstasy. This time her eyes remained earthbound and she saw the shadow by the rocks move again. There was definitely someone there and she knew exactly who it was. Too busy enjoying herself to care, she rode out the remainder of her orgasm and rested back against her husband's body. "I think we have an audience." Darius whispered into her ear. "I know. I can see her arm moving behind that rock." She indicated the area she was referring to. "Yeah, and you can see her silhouette moving against the big rock." He turned her head to the spire and Mischa felt her loins start up for the third time that evening. From the movement of her arm and the very faint silhouette against the rock, it was clear that Sherry was sitting up behind the rocks where she could either see or just hear the couple making love and was masturbating. Darius's cock was still hard sheathed in her loins and Mischa could tell he, too, was turned on by the enthusiastic audience. "Come on. Let's finish this at the sleeping bags before she realizes we've caught her; wouldn't want to ruin the show." Needing no further encouragement for his second round, Darius jumped up out of the pool and extended his hand for Mischa. She took it and took her time emerging from the water before drawing him into a kiss with her body slightly offset from his so she could pump his hardness very slowly with one hand while they kissed. Showing off was really giving her much more enjoyment than she ever would have thought. They turned and left, walking hand in hand back to their campsite. She was glad the intruders had shown up. It probably helped that Darius had already wound her up when the other couple arrived and that they didn't realize the audience was present until after the fact. Normally, there would have been much fear and apprehension if someone had just caught them in the nude. As it were, they had been watched having sex, nothing bad had come of it, and they had even been recipients of a wonderful standing ovation in the form of Sherry's masturbation. It didn't take long for her to orgasm again as Darius took her from behind with long, powerful strokes and she played with her clit and nipples. The foam of the sleeping bag ate the sounds of her orgasmic screams. When she was finished, she turned around on her knees and sucked Darius off until he exploded down her throat. She continued sucking until he was flaccid in her mouth then they fell asleep, both bodies in one sleeping bag. Sunshine had just begun to fill the world as the sun crept over the eastern horizon when Mischa awoke and crawled out of the bag. She walked over to the pool and filled the shower bucket. Darius was awake when she got back but didn't get up, watching her shower from below. "Do you think she came hard last night?" She'd woken up horny this morning and the question added fuel to the fire. Smiling down at her husband and touching her swelling pink lips, "I definitely hope so." "I think she did. I think she came hard and woke her boyfriend up for a midnight fuck." Mischa shuddered at the thought. Darius reached into his pack and pulled some breakfast out. They sat and ate, conversation about the previous night's adventure eventually giving way to other things. Their clothes still remained in the piles they'd left them in the night before. After eating, Mischa broke out a book and laid out on top of her sleeping mat, allowing the sun and wind to again embrace her pale skin. Darius got dressed and ran for a half hour. She was on her back when he returned and started stretching a few feet from her feet. Pretending to not notice his staring, she opened her legs a little and gave him a good view of her sex. It was mid-morning by the time he grabbed the bucket to gather some water to shower and they still hadn't seen Sherry and Ron. He started to walk over to the springs and Mischa dropped her book hurriedly. "No don't! I'll grab the water. You just sit down and relax." She pecked him on the lips and smiled mischievously; she wanted to get caught again. Darius sat contentedly against the tree and watched her hips swaying sensuously as she sashayed to the pool, grabbed the water, waited a minute, and returned slightly deflated but still swaying. "Here's your water," She extended the bucket to him with an awkward smile. "No bites, huh?" Darius chuckled. The smile turned into a mock pout but remained around her eyes. "I thought you wanted to shower." She resumed her position reading on top of the mat, heart racing. The letters on the page refused to coalesce into words. No matter how long and hard she tried, she could only focus on her excitement. She was surprising herself with her boldness, even after last night. Her husband's encouragement of her attempts at putting herself on display was equally surprising and comforting. A small pool was beginning to form beneath her buttocks where her sex dripped from her body. Darius finished showering and packed everything except their lunch and his clean hiking gear into his bag. He then came over to her and lifted her by the shoulders to take a seat behind her with his arms extended for support. Her body lay pressed against his and he nuzzled her neck. "What are you reading about?" he asked. "Honestly, nothing. I can't focus so I'm just watching the letters swim around the pages." "Then what are you thinking about?" He kissed her cheek. "Well," she snapped the book shut and tossed it into her open pack. "I can't stop thinking about last night. We know she was playing with herself while watching us and that has made me immensely horny. I wonder if she told Ron about us. And, for whatever reason, I have a driving urge for her to see us again." Darius kissed her cheek again. She could feel his erection rising against her back as she related her feelings. "What are we still sitting here for then? We aren't in position for act two." He stood and took her by the hand. They walked to the pool together and he helped her into the warm waters again. "Now we're in position to give a good performance." He wrapped an arm around her body. As if called forward, Sherry appeared from around the rock. She was wearing the same bikini and the same joyful expression as the night prior, but something seemed a little off. She started talking and Mischa realized there was a twinge of apprehension in her tone. "Uh...Mischa and Darius, right?" The lovers looked at one another and smiled. Mischa nodded to the nervous woman. "As if I could ever forget those names," she spoke almost to herself. Then, a little louder, "I, uh, I saw something last night after I went to bed. Well... I noticed when we arrived that we might have been interrupting something so after retiring for the night, I stayed back in those bushes and..." Mischa and Darius watched with warm smiles as she wrung her hands and looked at the floor. "And I watched you guys. I'm really sorry but I couldn't help myself. I originally only wanted to confirm my suspicions but after seeing the way you two touched each other, I couldn't help but stay and watch the whole thing" Mischa was unsure how to proceed. She hadn't really thought about what to say if Sherry opened like this. Darius spoke before she could. "It's okay Sherry, thank you for being honest with us." The woman's eyes locked on hers and the tension fell from her body. She was looking for Mischa to confirm what her husband said. "Did you touch yourself when you watched us?" Mischa tried to make her voice as even as possible so as to not sound too eager. The sound put out may have been a little too flat and she hoped she hadn't ruined the moment. Eyes still locked, Sherry replied, "I did." There was no hint of shame in her voice and Mischa was glad for not making her feel poorly. She pressed on, "I'm glad you did. Did you have an orgasm?" Without blinking, "Yes I did. It was magnificent." Mischa leaned into Darius and shuddered. "I'm so excited to hear that; we're ecstatic that you enjoyed our little performance. It was good for us as well." She punctuated with a wink. Recognizing having been caught seemed to have a bolstering effect on the woman. Mischa could feel Darius shifting as Sherry sauntered into the water with a mischievous smile across her face. They both knew where this was leading – she was going to ask for a repeat performance. "So you did catch me." She was seated on the rock ledge in the shallowest part of the pool now, arms behind her and chest thrust forward. "Well, I told Ron all about it this morning and I was wondering if you couldn't give a repeat performance for him." Mischa's heart fluttered again. It was amazing how quickly Sherry had gone from being nervous about admitting to watching them to asking them to do it again. It was more than Mischa had expected when she got up, thinking she would only give a few more glimpses to the intruders before packing up and leaving for the day. The new proposition drove her excitement over the edge. She squeezed her legs together to prevent from exploding on the spot. "We would absolutely love to do that for you." Darius squeezed her shoulder, letting her know he was in even though she hadn't consulted him. She reached her hand over beneath the water and found him to be already hard as a rock. Ron stepped nervously from behind the rock and hurried to the water to join Sherry. He walked with his hands folded in front of his swimsuit, obviously to hide the tent he was pitching. Sherry kissed him deeply when he settled in next to her. "Thanks, ah, for doing this," he addressed the couple. Darius turned his body to Mischa and brought a finger to her chin, turning her face to his and planting a soft kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss, opening her mouth and sending her tongue past his lips to make contact with his. They held the kiss for a long time, touching each other in no other way, just enjoying the exchange. Eventually, one of Darius's hands found its way to her knee and began to slide its way up her inner thigh. Mischa would have none of it. Her lust was raging over putting on a show and she was going to provide the best exhibition she could think of. Breaking the kiss, she dipped under the water and came back up with wet hair she collected behind her neck. Her lips found his neck and she whispered in his ear, "Lay down on the ledge behind you. I want to suck on you." He did as directed and she took a second to get him exactly the way she wanted him – a few feet from the edge of the pool and perpendicular to it – before taking her position sitting low on her knees on the opposite side of him from her audience. Mischa and the Bare Springs Hand on his cock, she stroked gently and watched the audience across the way. They were watching intently, Ron had to force himself to close his mouth when she looked their direction. Encouraged, she leaned back and thrust her breasts forward, then ran her hands up the sides of her body before arranging her wet hair over one shoulder. She descended toward her husband's hardness, planting a kiss on the tip of his head. As she broke the kiss, a thin trail of sticky dew extended to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips and smearing the fluid across them. Then she engulfed him, allowing her mouth to meet her hand halfway down his length. She remained there just long enough to make him squirm, sucking on him and swirling her tongue over the head before languorously pulling back and allowing the cock out of her mouth with a soft pop. She shifted positions, swinging a leg over her husband's and straddling him. She sat low on his legs and could feel the wetness of her swollen labia pressing against his skin. From this angle, she could see her husband's face and her audience would be able to see her breasts sway while she bobbed her head along the length of his cock. Placing both hands on his upper thighs, she again took the hard length into her mouth and began stroking it with her lips and tongue. With each movement of her head, she could feel her breasts swaying beneath her. Her nipples brushed against Darius's legs, sending sharp jolts of sensation down her core and straight to her soaking folds. After a few minutes of this, Darius's breathing became ragged and she pulled away from the cock again, squeezing the base with a hand before crawling up his body and placing her hips directly over his mouth. He reached up and placed his hands on her thighs, gently pulling her down onto his waiting mouth. The connection of his tongue to her labia elicited a purr from her and she arched back, placing her hands on his thighs and rocking her hips against her husband's mouth. He followed her with his tongue, alternating between thrusting it inside her and caressing her clitoris with it. The day's excitement caught up with her quickly and she found herself on the edge of an electric orgasm. Her hips stopped moving and Darius sucked the nub of her clitoris into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. The sensation was sharp and her orgasm struck her acutely like lightning. She cried out in pleasure, her voice echoing off the large rock behind her. Her legs squeezed his head tightly and he held her pussy to his mouth while her torso waved back and forth like a flag in the wind. Eventually, the sensation was too much and Darius let her go. There were definitely more orgasms in store for her in this encounter. After taking a moment to recuperate with her husband gently kissing her inner thighs, they shared a smile between her legs and she crawled back down his body. Her sopping sex left a trail down his chest and over his stomach before pushing his hard cock back. She brought her hips up and allowed his length to fall down flat against his stomach. His breath caught and he groaned when she rubbed her lips up and down his length, bathing him in the mixture of her sex and his saliva. She moved to his side again, this time with her back to Sherry and Ron. With her knees shoulder-width apart, she leaned forward at the waist, driving her ass up into the air. Her mouth sucked in his rigidity, tasting herself on him and enjoying the salty mixture of their fluids. From this angle, her audience could see the slick coating on his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, the heft of her breasts swaying gently as she took him more slowly this time, and a great view of her swollen and soaking sex. She was open for them to view and the mountain breeze blew coolly over her heated folds. She shuddered and wasn't sure if it was from the cool wind or the eyes examining her most private of places. One of Darius's hands began massaging her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples and two of her fingers slid up her slit to her clitoris, tracing slick fluid with them. She moved her hand in time with her mouth and soon found herself having another orgasm. This one wasn't quite as electrifying as the last but she still had to remove her mouth from Darius's hardness and rest her head on his stomach to moan in ecstasy as it rolled through her. Coming down, she moved back to the other side of Darius so she could gauge her audience again. They were still watching intently and Sherry's hands were busy. One hand was massaging her breasts through her top and the other was shoved into her bottoms, making small, quick circles under the water. Ron looked to be in a daze but snapped out of it when her eyes fell on him. "May I..." he began tentatively. "Please touch yourself. We're absolutely okay with that." Mischa offered. "It's not that," he continued. "Would it be alright with you if I came closer?" Mischa thought for a moment, looking down at Darius who nodded his opinion. The late morning sun was warm on her skin and the breeze cooled her body the same as the night before, keeping her at a comfortable equilibrium. Darius's cock twitched in her hand. She nodded to Ron and pointed out a place he could stand about five feet away from Darius's feet. Excitement built within her as Ron picked his way across the pool, getting closer to her. He reached the edge of the pool and climbed out to the spot Mischa had indicated. She was surprised to find he'd already lost his shorts and felt as if she was going to cum again without any physical stimulation. Her juices were now flowing down her thighs. "Sherry, you can join him if you'd like." Mischa offered to her nymph. "I'm fine here thank you. I can see you lovers just fine." She replied between moans. It was clear she was close to her own orgasm. The second, undoubtedly of many, she would have thinking about Mischa and Darius's sexuality. The thought drove Mischa into a frenzy of lust. She kissed Darius deeply before straddling him with her face towards Ron. She held Darius's dark rod to her opening, sliding the head between her lips and over her clitoris. Finally, she placed it back at her entrance and began to lower herself onto it. Ron began to slowly stroke himself in front of them; taking his pink cock in one fist and trailing the fist all the way up over the swollen red head before moving back to the base. Mischa watched him intently for a moment. His eyes roamed her body while he pleasured himself. They tracked every movement of her pert breasts, lingered over her flat stomach, pumping with her ragged breathing, and took in her strong leg muscles that were prominent as she held herself halfway impaled. They focused mostly on the point where her swollen red sex swallowed the hard, brown rod and streamed small rivulets of her juices down its length. She lowered herself fully, pulling a gasp from her lips as she bottomed out and felt the fullness of her husband as she'd been dying to do since the beginning of the show. Ron's eyes widened as she sat down, making circles with her hips and feeling the rod move within her, touching her everywhere. She sat up on her knees, allowing him to fall almost completely out of her before slowly lowering herself again. The next time she raised herself, she paused at the top and felt Darius resisting the urge to thrust up into her. She lay back onto his chest, allowing his cock to fall from her and stick straight up between her legs. "Just let me," she whispered into his mouth between kisses, "and tell me when you are about to come. I want to feel your seed shower me." Darius could only grunt in response. It wouldn't take long for him to reach that point, she knew, and she wasn't far off from another orgasm either. Sitting back up, she found Ron had moved a little closer, just outside of arm's reach if he bent over. Noting the harmless move, she placed the rod back at her entrance and paused again. Ron finally met her eyes and they shared a long look as she slid her body back down. He began stroking himself faster, looking longingly at every inch of her body. Between her husband's loving agreement to let her be the star, his lusty groans as she milked his cock with her strong vaginal muscles, the loud moans of Sherry as she played with her large and now bare breasts while fucking herself with her fingers on the edge of the pool, and the lustful look in Ron's eyes as he watched Mischa's body sliding along her husband's length, Mischa was about to explode. Her engines were ignited and she was ready to take another trip to the stars. She closed her eyes and moved her body faster until she was bouncing in her husband's lap. Her buttocks slapped against his groin every time she came down and mixed with the wet noise of their intercourse. Ron met her speed and his wrist began to slap against his thigh with every stroke, slightly out of time with the slapping of their bodies. His breathing quickened and became ragged, filling the air with a rasping inhale. Sherry's moans rose and fell as her orgasm approached her like the incoming tide; in larger and larger waves. Mischa enjoyed the chorus she had created and felt her legs begin to shake as the song came to completion. Sherry came first, punctuating her moans with a long scream of pure pleasure. Mischa snapped her eyes open to see the woman convulsing uncontrollably as the orgasm crashed around her. "Ohhhhhhh, yes! Mmmmmm, good God this is amazing!" She repeated those lines again and again, announcing her pleasure for the group. Her breasts swung freely and sensuously, nipples hardened to diamond points in the center of large areolae in turn centered on the triangular tan lines of her bikini top. Hers had barely subsided when the next orgasm came. Ron groaned and Mischa turned her attention to him. He met her gaze again and she moved her hands from her thighs to her breasts, holding their heft up on display for him even as she rode vigorously. She massaged them for him, pinching and rolling her nipples and pushing them together to accentuate their succulence. His eyes freely roamed her body again, taking in the muscular movements of her legs, the wetness of her inner walls clinging to the cock that filled her, and her own manipulations of her wonderful breasts. He erupted with a huff, his seed shooting out of his cock onto the ground in front of her and continued pumping himself. The sight of his sperm, his roaring applause for her performance, sent her into space. Her muscles twitched around Darius's length. She felt him reach beneath her and squeeze the base of his cock in an attempt to stopper the impending flow of his seed. She circled her clitoris with two fingers and continued to ride him as hard as she could, loving the intense fucking she was getting out of him. Her voice rounded out the chorus, ringing out high against the rock as she proclaimed her orgasm to the world. "I'm going to cum, lover," she heard Darius announce. "Stand up, stand up." She implored as she rose unsteadily onto her knees and turned around. She was still coming down from her orgasm and hungrily grabbed his cock out of his hand, only needing to pump it once or twice before the first strand of his seed shot out over her face, leaving a trail from her hairline across the bridge of her nose and into her open mouth. She met his eyes and continued to pump him all over her face and breasts, feeling the warm fluid being quickly cooled on her body by the mountain breeze. The sheer volume of warm cum was incredible. She'd never seen this much from him at once. When the seemingly endless series of long ropes of semen began to fall between her splayed legs, she wrapped her lips around his head, stroking the underside of the tip with her tongue and pulling the remainder from him. When the flow finally ceased, she sat back on her heels and the spouses smiled weakly at one another. Both were panting. Darius mustered enough willpower to move from the perfect spot and leaned forward to plant a loving kiss on Mischa's cum coated lips. He picked her up gently, sliding one arm between her buttocks and lower legs and walked with her in a bridal carry into the pool. Floating her and supporting her with a hand on the small of her back, he began slowly washing away the seed that covered the top half of her body, taking care not to overstimulate her in her post-orgasmic haze. In front of them, Ron was talking to Sherry after walking back to join her on their side of the pool. "You were right, that was absolutely amazing. They really do make for a very sexy couple." "Yeah; let's give them some space." Mischa looked over to them and smiled in thanks. Ron had slid his trunks back on but Sherry held her top in her hand, walking only in her bottoms. They held hands as they turned around the rock. Darius finished cleaning her up and placed another kiss on her forehead. They gathered themselves and headed over to their campsite. Their little exhibition had taken a little longer than planned and it was now shortly after noon. They were behind, but only a little so they resolved to just eat on the move to make up for the loss. It was definitely worth it. Mischa dressed in her shorts and sports bra, choosing to forgo a shirt in favor of allowing the wind to kiss her hot skin throughout the climb down. She left her shirt tied to the outside of her pack to be able to quickly put it on as they reached the base of the hill and civilization. Darius wore only his shorts, his shirt shoved into the bottom of his pack. "That was truly an amazing experience," Darius told her as they shouldered their packs. "I'm really glad you had the idea." "Me too. If you had told me at the base of the hike yesterday that I would giving such a show at the summit today, I would've either laughed my head off or decided not to come up. It was definitely a great time." She gave him a hug. "Thanks for sharing it with me." He returned her thanks with a kiss on the forehead and a hand on her lower back. "Our audience definitely enjoyed it. Let's give them some space and head around the pool on the way out. I suspect they will be enjoying each other now. They headed off around the pool, Mischa in the lead again to set the pace. Sounds of lovemaking, labored breaths and wet intercourse, could be heard from near the rock as they set off down the trail. "Wait!" They turned and saw a naked Sherry calling after them, a hard Ron in tow. "You aren't going to leave without letting us say thanks are you?" "Oh, we were trying to give you some space to enjoy each other without bothering you." Mischa said with a conspiratorial grin. "We have all weekend for that." Ron said with a wink. He extended his hand and shook Darius's then gave a hug to Mischa. He tried to turn to the side, but she still felt his length slide against the fabric of her shorts as he pulled away. It felt odd but not inappropriate. Sherry followed, pressing her naked body against Darius's in a hug. Mischa watched with amusement as her arms reached around him above his pack and her tan lined breasts pressed against his naked chest. Then she came to hug Mischa, pressing their bodies tight together. Mischa returned the hug gratefully like the backstage greeting after the applause dies. The nymph surprised her by planting a tender kiss on her lips and holding it for some time before pulling away. As the two walked back to their coitus, Darius and Mischa shared a glance. "Not a word." Mischa said, referring to the Sapphic kiss with a wry smirk. "I didn't say anything. I know you'll tell me all about it tonight," he replied. "Now let's get out of here, we need to fuck some more before work tomorrow." "You won't hear an argument from me." Mischa quickly kissed his lips and turned to head down the trail. Mischa "This is not a bad consolation prize," I thought. "If I can't have sex with her, at least I get to sleep next to her and I don't have to hide the fact that I'm hot for her anymore." We drifted to sleep in that position. Some time later, I woke again to the sound of Elliot's labored breathing. I felt Mischa next to me and moved my hand over the side of one of her breasts gently, being very careful not to wake her. I was overcome by my attraction to her. I moved away from her slowly and carefully and very slowly rolled her toward me just a bit so I could watch her beautiful face as she slept. Seeing her next to me, sleeping peacefully, renewed my courage and I reached out and touched her cheek. As I did, she awoke with a start and closely studied my eyes. Her reaction made it obvious that she could see what was on my mind and she immediately became nervous and shy. She opened her mouth and started to speak, but I shook my head from side to side indicating that I would not be dissuaded. I leaned forward and brought my lips close to her ear. "I've made up my mind," I said, "you can relax -- I am going to do what we both want me to do." Her expression then changed dramatically -- not into an expression of fear or resistance, but of deep relief. It all became clear to me then. She wanted this, and maybe she had wanted it for a long time, but she couldn't allow herself to do it. I was going to have to take her. I moved the blankets back with my hands and lifted her thin t-shirt. Mischa gasped and attempted to cover herself, but I took her hands firmly and lowered them to her sides. I lifted her shirt as high as I could and stared at her openly. Her breasts were beautiful, petite and well-proportioned and her stomach was cute and flat. She is smaller than my wife, and she looked incredibly feminine in the low light. Just looking at her naked upper body -- the very breasts I had fantasized about so many times -- made my cock stiffen to the point that it ached. I leaned forward and took one of her brownish, half-dollar-sized nipples in my mouth and rubbed my cock against her leg. Mischa moaned and placed both of her hands on my upper back and then moved them downward until they were on my ass. She moved her leg in every direction against my hard cock as if she was trying to use her leg to help her imagine its size and shape. I let go of one of her tits and pinched her other nipple between my fingers before sucking it into my mouth aggressively. Moving her hands to hold either side of my face, she forced me to look at her and said, "Please, we really can't do this." I stared at her for a moment and said nothing. I listened to her fiancé snoring like a pig on the floor, and thought about my wife passed out in the next room. Then I removed Mischa's hands from my head and held them out to her sides as I once again began biting and sucking the flesh on her chest. Mischa moaned. I then released her hands and pulled the covers back to the bottom of the bed. I took hold of each side of her tight, pink pants and pulled downward. "Stop -- oh, god," Mischa said, "we have to stop now." "Mischa, you don't understand" I said calmly, "I can't stop now, and I am not giving you a choice." "But," she started. "Mischa," I interrupted, touching my finger to her lips "I'm going to do what I want to do." My statement registered strongly in her face -- but again, not as fear or resistance. She seemed relieved and her face filled with an intense desire and abandon that can only arise in the total absence of guilt. After a long pause, her resistance vanished completely and she nodded and raised her hips, welcoming me to remove her pajamas and her panties. The moment her legs were free, she lifted her hips again and spread her legs as wide as she could get them to go. She was showing me her pussy. Even in the low light, I could see all of its details. I could tell that she was ready -- the wetness was trickling from inside her body and onto the sheets. She had only a thin patch of auburn hair directly above her small pussy lips. The rest was completely bald. I moved up to lean directly over her, balancing on my left elbow. Her eyes were smoldering and squinting at me now containing something that looked like a mixture of resent and lust. I pushed the middle and ring fingers of my right hand inside her and began to fuck her with my hand. I looked over her body like I owned it and I knew that I would very soon. She was completely naked and open to me. Her legs were spread completely and as I pulled my fingers from her, I could even watch the skin from inside her stretch out. Nothing was hidden. She closed her eyes and began writhing on the bed as she fucked my hand without even a trace of shame or reservation. I leaned forward and kissed her for the first time. The kiss was heavy and deep and her mouth clung to mine like she wanted it to last forever. It was at this point that I realized that I had never seen a girl so ready to fuck in my life. "Why didn't I take her before?" I thought, "What a waste of time." As I continued to probe her with my fingers, and listen for changes to her fiance's breathing on the floor, Mischa's hands found my balls and my hard cock, which was now sticking through the hole in the front on my boxers. She pulled hard on my cock and balls until I let her lead me up to her mouth. I ended up straddling her near the top of the bed, one knee to the side of each of her shoulders, and I leaned over as she sucked me into her mouth. The sensation was incredible. I began to move my hips to allow my cock to move in and out of her lips. With each stroke, she sucked nearly the entire thing into her mouth before allowing it back out again and, often, between strokes, she played with it and stared at is as if she were in love. "Do you like it?" I asked. "It's perfect," she said, looking directly into my eyes. After a few minutes, I was able to lean back and move around so I could play with her clit with my left hand while she continued to suck me. She came almost immediately. As she came, she opened her eyes wide, then closed them and brought her legs together and moved her hips in a fucking motion against my hand. I became nervous because the increased volume of her squeals threatened to wake her fiancé and my wife, so I decided to finish her before we got caught. I pulled myself out of her mouth and began moving my knees downward alongside her body until my cock was hovering directly over her pussy. My hands moved back and forth between her tits and her pussy as we sucked on each others' lips like teenagers. After several minutes of this, she pulled my cock gently toward her, opened her legs wide and said, "Please." I lifted each of my legs over hers and brought my knees together between her legs. I then kissed Mischa and moaned into her mouth as I moved the head of my cock around with my hand until it was placing pressure directly against the opening of her pussy. She bit my ear and I pressed hard against her. She dug her fingers into my ass as the head of my cock pushed easily inside. Her wetness allowed me to enter all the way on my first thrust. "Oh, God," I whispered into her ear, "this is like a dream come true." "You feel like you are made of satin inside." I started fucking her in a slow rhythm, and she raised her hips to meet each thrust. "Oh God," she responded, "I think you were made to go inside me." "I never want to leave," I said. "Can you fuck it a little harder?" she asked. "Yeah, but we have to be quiet -- you have to moan quieter," I said. "I want you to show me what you like," she said, "so I can be your good girl." "I want you to teach me how you like it." I had never heard Mischa talk this way before. She was clearly very turned on and it seemed to be affecting her judgment. She seemed to be losing all inhibition. "Oh my god, Mischa," I said, fucking her harder and faster, "If I had known you were so fucking hot, I would have done this to you a long time ago." She lifted her left arm and moved her head to the side so she could watch our genitals come together. Over and over, she alternated between watching my cock disappear into her and looking up at my eyes. We kissed deeply and our tongues moved all around one another's mouths. The only noises in the room were the feint sound of Elliot's snore and the increasingly loud rhythmic slap of our stomachs and sex organs coming together again and again. "Do you like me, baby?" she whispered, "do you like how I do it?" "I've wanted you for so long ... since we met." "I've even told Elliot that I want you." "I have always wanted you, too," I said, "I fantasize about you all the time." I think it turned Mischa on to hear me say that because, at that moment, she started to come again. This time, she kept her eyes wide open and looking directly into mine as her pussy pulsed on my dick. I stopped moving my hips so I could feel her pussy moving, but she continued to buck her hips against me as the waves went through her. I watched her as she came, feeling the smooth sensations on my cock. I tried to memorize her facial expressions and movements, knowing that I would want to remember every detail later on. As her orgasm subsided, Mischa told me to roll onto my back. "Elliot told me you like doggy," she said, "he said you like to watch it go in." "Yes," I said. She was right -- I had mentioned this to Elliot when we were watching a porno movie. "He also told me something else," she said. "What?" "He said that you like my ass," she continued, "is that true?" "Yes," I said, "I have always loved your ass." "Well now you can relax and watch it while it does all the work," she whispered with a little smile, "but we have to finish soon so we don't get caught ... you have to cum." "Will this make you cum?" Mischa turned to face away from me, straddled my hips and lowered her pussy onto my cock in reverse cowgirl position. "Yes," I said quietly, "this will definitely make me cum." I had always wanted to have sex this way, but my wife was shy about it. And Mischa's body was built for this position -- she has a great ass. I watched in blissful disbelief as Mischa's tight little pussy stretched itself over my cock and then rose and closed again, over and over, her perfect ass bouncing up and down -- and it was all for me. I groaned quietly and she turned to look watch my face. She then looked between her legs to watch my cock go in and out of her again and began playing with my balls. I noticed that she stole periodic glances at Elliot, who was now only a few feet below her on the floor, still oblivious, still snoring. "Will you spank it?" she asked sweetly, taking my hand and placing it on her ass. "No, we have to be quiet," I answered. "Please," she said, looking at me as if she were a little girl. And as she slapped herself once on her right ass cheek she asked again, "can you just spank it a little?" "Shh," I said, "we can't wake anyone up." Finally giving in, she laid back on top of me, so she was facing the ceiling, and pinched her nipples only inches from my face as she continued to wiggle back and forth on my cock. She brought her lips to my ear. "Do you like that?" she whispered. "Does that make you hard?" "Are you going to cum for me?" "Oh my god, I love it," I said. "Oh god," she said in a low growl, and it seemed as if the sounds were emerging from a place inside her that was at least a hundred feet below the surface, "I needed this." "You know just what I need, don't you baby?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, feeling at a loss for words, "and I can make you happy whenever you want me to." "Yeah?" she asked flirtatiously, "you're gonna be my boyfriend?" "I would love that," I said, barely able to contain my enthusiasm for the idea. "My secret boyfriend?" she asked again. "If that's what you want," I said. "Say it," she said, still only inches from my face and pumping up and down a bit more intensely now on my cock with short, quick movements. "I wanna be your boyfriend," I said, "your secret boyfriend." "Oh God, you feel so good ... please say it again," she said, her short thrusts becoming still more intense. "I'm gonna be your secret boyfriend, the one who knows what you need." "Oh ... my ... God ... yes -- tell me again ... promise me!" She was really close now and I could feel her little pussy start to pulse on my dick. "I promise to be your secret boyfriend," I said. "And promise you won't let me say 'no'," she said. "Never," I said, "I won't let you say 'no' because I know what you need." "Oh ... God ... yes ... promise me." "I promise, Mischa," I said, "you can always be my little, secret girl." I must have said something right because, as the words left my mouth, she squealed and her pussy completely seized. Her arms went back behind my head, pulling my mouth to hers. Her tongue was immediately inside my mouth and we kissed deeply as she continued to squeal for the next 20-30 seconds as she came on my penis. Until that moment, I had never felt so completely wanted. I had never felt so much like a man, and I felt incredibly close to Mischa. Her sounds, her movements, her smell and her touch combined to intoxicate my heart and my mind completely. She was completely mine and, no matter how wrong it may have been, with my wife sound asleep in the next room and Mischa's fiance passed out only a few feet away, at that moment, I was completely hers. Her orgasm was long and intense, but when her body finally stopped shaking, she slowly started to move up and down again in long, deliberate strokes, forcing my cock in and out of her pussy as she moved. The sensation was heaven. "Cum for me, baby," she said softly, "we have to finish now and I want to feel you cum." "I don't want to finish," I whispered, "I don't want it to end." "I need it, baby," she replied looking straight into my eyes, "I want your cum -- I've waited for years, don't make me wait anymore." Then Mischa suddenly sat up and leaned forward, allowing me to watch once again as my cock split her pussy lips each time I entered her and exposed the tender, pink skin inside her each time I withdrew -- over and over and over. It was extremely sexual, even raw, but there was nothing cheap about it. It excited me immensely to see what she looked like on the inside. After about ten or fifteen long strokes, she looked back at me and said frankly, "I've waited long enough, baby -- please give me your cum." Watching her tight little ass, the same ass I had tried to picture naked so many times, bounce up and down on my dick already had me close to the brink, but hearing her sweet voice ask so politely for my cum was more than I could handle. It was my turn. My entire body seized as I watched my cock nearly pulling Mischa's beautiful little pussy inside out. "Oh, god," I said, " I'm gonna cum." Mischa's rhythm did not change at all in response to my warning; she continued to pump all the way up and down my cock, burying me deep within her body with each downward thrust. "Mischa! I can't hold it ... you have to move," I whispered forcefully. "It's okay, baby," Mischa said, "you can let go." "You have to move!" I protested. "It's okay ... please ... I want your cum to go inside." I had run out of time to argue, as Mischa said those last few words, I began shooting deep into her tummy. She continued to move up and down, urging me on by repeating her words and her movements over and over. As I surrendered, I began fucking Mischa hard -- my pelvis and the front of my thighs meeting each of her thrusts with wild abandon as I watched traces of my cum slide up and down the sides of my cock. In response to my increased intensity, Mischa grunted involuntarily and the sound of my body slapping against her legs and pussy filled the room and echoed through the entire apartment. At that moment, though, I couldn't bring myself to care, much less stop what I was doing. When my orgasm finally subsided, I felt like my entire body was melting into the bed. The night was suddenly very still and the sound of Elliot's labored breathing was again audible as he slept just inches from my feet, unaware that his fiancée had just given me the best fuck of my life. Mischa continued to rub herself against my cock for a minute or so. She then moved to the side and gently pulled it out of her, turned around, and leaned over to study it closely. She wrapped it in one of the blankets on the bed, stroked it a few times, and then she lay down next to me on the bed placing one hand on my chest. "Did you like that, baby?" she whispered into my ear. "Oh, God Mischa," I said, "I loved it, but I didn't want it to end." Then I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her sweet lips three times quickly. "I didn't either," she said. "Maybe next time we'll have more privacy, so we won't have to rush." I looked at Mischa and she smiled innocently, a look that was very familiar to me. "Besides," she said, "if I remember right, the first time with a new boyfriend is always a little weird. I can do better next time, now that I know what you like." "You were perfect," I said, "I wouldn't change a thing." "Good answer," she said, kissing me playfully on the lips and squeezing my penis again through the blankets. Mischa then stood up from the bed, quietly grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she kissed me once more, slowly and deeply, before walking down the hall to the guestroom, confidently swinging her beautiful, naked ass behind her. Once she was gone, I folded the futon bed back into a couch and went to the bathroom to clean up before returning to bed with my wife. Elliot and Mischa left town early the next morning before Kristjana and I woke up and Mischa and I have not spoken since. I don't know what will come of any of this, and frankly I have some guilt about it. Still, I have to admit that it's wonderful to know that Mischa is mine for the taking -- and I certainly plan to live up to my promise by taking her again. Mischief Breeds Mischief High summer is the time to sail the Spanish coast. She's a beautiful boat. Forty foot sloop rigged with all the aids for sailing and navigating alone. Boat cost 4 times by the time I was done. Had some custom interior work done. Business these days is all online. I can afford the best in satellite tech. What face to face business needs doing can best be done from a small boat offshore. Like a lot of "businessmen" I worked hard to "make my bones" when I was young. Stealing that actual reference but then again I've stolen before. These days I'm not likely to get my hands dirty let alone wet. I even fly the skull and crossbones from the masthead. Not being in any hurry, I anchor most nights a couple hundred meters off the beach. I use an inflatable with small gas motor as a runabout. I am having coffee on deck one fine morning when I look ashore and see a curvy brunette walking alone. This place is way off the beaten track. I pick up my bronze spyglass and have a look at her. Bit of all right in any straight guy's book. I know some girls who would love to do her too. Scanning the rest of the beach showed no sign of a boyfriend or anything. Watching her made my cock swell. I get the inflatable in the water and keep the sloop between shore and my activities and launch from the seaward side. She has disappeared around a rock out cropping and does not see my approach. I strip off my shorts and follow her footsteps. Clambering across the rocky point I peek over the last rocks to see her partway down the next beach cove. Taking off her bikini she walks forward and dives in the water. She swims for a while and emerges dripping wet, her hair slicked back. Wow! Mid 30's maybe, one hell of a real woman. She puts the bikini on and walks back the way she came. When she is about twenty feet from the rocks I climb nonchalantly on top of the last rock. Our eyes meet. "Hello," I greet her smiling, unabashed at my own nakedness, "I didn't expect to see anyone here." She looks up at me surprised. "Me neither." Her eyes look me over. I'm tall, slim, and show some muscles. If work goes wrong it might help to be in good shape. Harder to do as you get older. Just means you have to work at it harder. I wear my hair short and have a few tattoos. The tats are Anglo-Saxon pagan themed, I love shit like that. I'm quite well hung and my cock is swollen but not erect. She bites her bottom lip slightly. I jump down and walk towards her, extending my hand. "Hello my name is Rom. Didn't expect to see anyone let alone an attractive young English girl." She keeps dropping her eyes to my manhood then raising up to look at me. Her breast rise and fall as her breathing increases. She takes my hand, "Hi, Mischief. I never expected to meet anyone. You're American?" "Mischief! Cool name. No I'm Canadian," I reply. Been in a couple good pub fights over being called an American. Openly I look her over. "It appears this is my lucky day." "Oh, sorry Canadian cool. And how is this your lucky day?" Mischief asks. "Meeting an attractive young English girl on an isolated Spanish beach doesn't happen every day," I reply. Bought them off the streets of Manchester, loved them in Cornwall and met them in Monte Carlo casinos but never on an isolated beach in Spain. I don't tell her that though. "What brings you out here?" I ask. "Holidays. I wanted to get away from everything real and just do whatever I wanted," Mischief replies, "Have you ever wanted to get away and do whatever you want?" I laugh, "I always do what I want and always get away." Mischief smiles at me, "You sound like you're a pirate or something." Her nipples stand out hard through her top. "Should I be worried about my virtue or being taken as a slave aboard your ship?" she asks still smiling. "It's a boat actually, ships are much larger. Correctly it would be a pirate sloop," I calmly say. I take a step closer. We are within arm's length of each other. "Does the thought of being taken as a pirate's slave appeal to you?" I ask. "Yes, I would love to be a pirate's slave. Would be so much better than returning to rl," Mischief laments. "Come, I want to show you something," I say as I take her hand and lead her up and over the rocks. Mischief's face almost brushes my cock as I reach down to help her up. She looks at it and licks her lips before I pull her up. Standing behind her I show her my sloop. "Oh, my god. I didn't even notice your boat. I didn't see you," Mischief exclaims. "But I saw you," I tell her and put my hands on Mischief's hips as I pull her towards me. Mischief trembles but does not attempt to move away. "You said... you told me that you never expected to meet me," she says sounding a little scared. "I lied," I tell her, "I saw you, I wanted you and I followed you." My hands move to caress her body, sliding them down to caress the tops of her thighs. One hand lingers on her abdomen, the other moves up to cup a breast. I pull Mischief harder against me. My cock is huge and hard between her buttocks. "I wanted you and now I am going to have you," I inform her. My hand slips down her bottoms. I move it slowly over her cunt. I can feel her wetness. "Take off your top," I command. Obediently Mischief reaches behind her to undo her bikini top. I squeeze her tit and lean over her shoulder to look down her body. My hand moves back and forth, fingers almost penetrating with my palm roughly rubbing her clit. "Oh...oh...mm," Mischief moans and moves her body against mine. Her hand reaches behind to grasp my cock. She jacks my cock as I her rub her cunt. I pinch her nipple hard. My other hand is soaked with her juices. The crotch of her bikini shows a big wet stain. She is a juicy one. Releasing her tit I bend Mischief over and hold her by the back of the neck. Taking my hand off her pussy, I pull her bottoms down, put my cock against her wet fuckhole and slide it in. "Oh," Mischief moans. I give her a reach around and rub her clit as I give her a good hard standing fuck. Moving my hand from the back of her neck, I grip a fistful of hair and pull back hard. "Oh my god, Oh god, oh yes. Fuck me, fuck me. Oh please, make me cum, please," Mischief begs. She trembles and goes weak in the knees. I fuck the entrance of her cunt and frig her clit hard. My cock swells and erupts inside Mischief. My cock slips out and spurts against her cunt lips then I penetrate her again spewing more cum inside her. Mischief comes on my cock as I frig her clit, pull her hair and fuck her wet slut cunt. Her juices mix with my come to make her cunt sloppy and dripping. It runs down her thighs. Mischief slowly sinks to down and squats with her legs spread. She looks down at her sloppy sperm covered cunt and reaches down with her hand. She uses her hand to wipe her cunt, licking her hand clean. Turning her head she takes my equally sloppy cock and sucks it clean. I pull her to her feet and kiss her hard, my hands in her hair and on her ass. She responds with her tongue, returning the kiss passionately. The wind, the sun and sprays of surf play over us. I break the kiss and look at her. "Ready to go?" I ask. "Go? Go where?" Mischief replies looking puzzled. "To my sloop. To begin your life as a slave. As my slave," I answer, "To be used by me, to be put to work as a useful boat's slave. To travel with me around the world. I will take you to exotic places and display you on my arm as a trophy at the finest hotels and casinos. You will "entertain" my guests. Male or female. To be punished when you displease me. And to be rewarded when you please me." Mischief looks in to my eyes. She thinks of what she would miss in RL. She thinks of living her deepest fantasies as a basis for living her life. She thinks of the abandoning of her will to another. To live a life free from want and decision. She steps back. Looks down the beach the way we first came, then at my boat and turns to me. She kneels before me. "Yes, I am ready. I will be your slave. There is nothing in RL for me. I hate it. It bores me," she looks up at me, "I could never be bored with you. I could only be content and at peace. Please, I want to be your boat's useful slave." Mischief lowers her gaze. Not saying a word I take her by the arm and pull her to my inflatable. She submits to being roughly pulled along. She submits as I take some rope from the boat and bind her hands behind her back. I toss her in the inflatable and push off from shore. Mischief keeps her eyes on me the whole time as I take her off the beach to her new life.