0 comments/ 16038 views/ 0 favorites Water's Edge By: barrr I'd been out hiking for the morning just to blow off some steam, but find myself in an area of the woods with which I am unfamiliar. I always love the thrill of being faintly lost. After the hot, cloudy morning, I can feel a trickle of sweat running down my back. As I walk leisurely, enjoying my surroundings, I hear a trickle of water somewhere nearby and head to the source, liking the idea of wetting a bandanna for the back of my neck. When I breach a slight hill, however, I am met with a small body of water that I never knew existed. It's beautiful here and I wonder how it has remained so private, closed off from the other commercialized areas. I'm not going to think about it, though, and plan to sit and enjoy the magnificent view, maybe even wade into the water and cool off. Just then I see motion out of the corner of my eye and realize I'm not alone. There's a tent set up on a dry spot and out of it comes you, naked as the day you were born. You're obviously heading for a swim and I should look away but I'm holding my breath, can't tear my eyes from your beautiful body. I finally decide I must say something, let you know I'm here but when I open my mouth to speak, you spot me and stop mid-step. I am frozen in place, my mind gone blank. There's a small spark of mutual heat in your eyes and I suppress nervous laughter as you don't shy away from me but instead set a slow, deliberate pace in my direction. As you come closer and closer, my eyes can't help but roam your body, and luxuriate in your fit form, the lines of you down to your manhood. When I look back up to your eyes, I see that yours haven't left my face, watching me for my approving reaction. The distance between closes in and you stop a foot from me. I again open my mouth to speak but you reach out and take my hand. You start to pull me to the water's edge and I walk along as in a daze. You gently turn me around and lift my arms above my head. You lift my shirt slowly off me. My arms drop as you brush your fingers lightly down my back to the clasp of my bra. In a flash, it is unfastened and the straps drop off my shoulders, the bra dropping down to the ground, leaving my breasts exposed to the air. You move closer and blow softly on my back, drying the moisture there and making me shiver from the cool of it. I turn back towards you and let you reach for the button on my jeans. I haven't touched you yet but can feel the electric current between us. The button is loosed and the zipper is down and you slowly stare into my eyes as you lean down a bit to push them down off my hips and help me to lift my legs out. I am left in my panties and am breathless with anticipation. You brush your fingers lightly over my stomach, causing me inhale sharply. You hook a finger into my panties at each hip and ease them down, letting them also drop and wait for me to kick them aside. And now you reach for my hand and lead me into the water. The water's surprisingly warm but refreshing after the heat of the day. I am surprised by how deep the water is and we wade further in until the water is up to our waists. You pull me down so that we are submerged to our necks. You wash the grime off me, taking your time with it and my head reels from the shock of what's happening. I stare into your eyes while you continue your busy work and I can't remain still anymore. I lean in to touch my lips to your cheek then drag them down to your mouth which is ready for me. And then we're entwined under water, limbs wrapped around as we kiss deeply, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues while the water ripples around us and flows between us, acting as a lubricant for our skin, making the touch so much sweeter. You waste no time in locating my clit and I shudder, my mouth involuntarily leaving yours for a moment. Your fingers enter me without delay and I am seeing stars. I race for your cock, which has been stroking my stomach in a delicious manner since we began our kiss. You make a hissing sound and curse when I have hold of you, and I squeeze a little harder, stroking just the top half of you. You reach around me and explore my ass, slipping your hands into my crack and fingering my asshole. My legs lift up from the shock, gripping your hips, and I have become weightless in the water, leaving you to hold me up with just a few fingers inside me. I'm so distracted by your body and what you're doing to me that it takes a few moments to realize you are pushing me through the water purposefully making your way back to shore. I assume we are going to continue this on dry land but when we get to a spot where the water is shallow, my heels scraping the sand beyond you, you stop and grab my hips. I sense what your plan is when your fingers leave me, so I grip your shoulder with one hand while I pull your cock closer to me and centre it at my pussy. Because of the water's resistance, you have to use as much force as you have to enter me. I grip your other shoulder for support as I feel the sand under my ass. I have to struggle to keep from drooping down under the water from the wonderful feeling of you inside me, but it makes the contact that much more exciting. I can see you're getting frustrated though. You want to be able to drive into me hard and without any resistance. You suddenly reach under me and stand up taking me with you, still inside me and going even deeper with the change in position. You grunt from the effort but are growling slightly from how hot the encounter is. A few steps and we are on dry land again. You locate a sandy patch while I rake my fingers down your back making you arch. With the most speed you can muster, you get us there and drop down to your knees, ploughing into me as far as you can while you go down completely to the ground. Your entire weight is on me and I sense you're fatigued a little from your exertions, so I push you off me, ignoring your sounds of disappointment and stand over you while you turn onto your back. I bend down to taste your cock for a moment. I haven't yet tasted you so it must be done. I can taste my own juices on you and I am turned on even more by everything that has happened so far. I can't quite tear myself away from it yet so I turn my head toward your feet and offer you a taste of what I have. I can barely focus on my work with what you're doing to me. We are both groaning and cursing and arching up in our mutual oral ministrations. But I can't waste any more time, have to have you in me again. I lift up off you and place my feet on either side of your waist and slowly drop down, making myself crazy with the anticipation of you inside me so deep. My hands finally reach your stomach as I place myself directly above your cock and press down, letting gravity do the work. The friction is almost unbearable and my legs are already shaking, feeling an orgasm coming on. I finish coming down onto you when I can feel you touching my cervix. The sensations are too much for me and I cum right then, unable to hold off a second longer, shaking from the intensity of it. You wait patiently, not moving while I recover and then slowly start to grind up into me. The motion awakes me and I start a rhythm, bouncing up and down while you stare at my tits before reaching up to pinch and squeeze them into your hands. My hands use your stomach for stability as I increase my pace and throw my head back, not seeing the sky, not seeing anything. Your hands grip my hips in need and start to thrust me down onto you. I let you take over as I am yours completely. You thrust into me mercilessly, muttering and cursing. I see your stomach muscles twitching and your jaw is clenched, and I know you are close to an orgasm as mind-blowing as mine was. This knowledge turns me on even more and I yelp as I am blindsided by another orgasm. You suddenly flip me over and pull out, fisting your cock as fast as you can while I lick my lips and prop up onto my elbows waiting for the glorious sight of you coming. You snarl a little as you stare down at me on and you let out a holler as you jerk and splash your hot seed all over my tits, spurt after spurt, covering the distance from my chin to my navel. I thankfully rub your cum into my skin and all around my torso in satisfaction as you sink down onto your haunches, exhausted. Water's Edge There's something about rain... That soft steady rain that plip-plops off the window ledge, hypnotizing you with its musical cadence, lulling you into doing things you wouldn't have ever considered before. This was one of those rains. It had been going on for hours, a soothing drizzle that whispered naughty thoughts in my ear, beckoned me outside and away from the research I'd been determined to finish. With a quiet chuckle I gave in, grabbing my water bottle and heading out to my new hot tub. Why not, I thought, it's just more water. Drenched by the time I crossed the ten feet of hardwood decking, I laughed, threw my arms out wide, and spun in a circle, both reveling in and chaffing at the restriction of my wet clothes. With a quick giggle and a thankful prayer for secluded coastal cabins, I set my water on the lip of the tub and peeled out of my clothes, gasping as that fickle Maine breeze caressed my wet skin. I slid into the water with a purr of satisfaction, letting the heat and steam slide through me, shivering in delight at the contrast of heated water and cool rain. I leaned back, resting both elbows on the lip of the tub. Tipping my head back, I felt the rain on my eyelids, lips, neck. Droplets sauntered through my hair, tickling along my ears. Water gathered in the hollow of my throat, and streams trickled along the slopes of my breasts, cascading over the hard buds of my nipples. I felt decadent, sensuous, naughty sitting here so deliciously exposed to the elements. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped my lips as I closed my eyes and slid neck-deep into the water. I scooped my hair up and let I flow over the rim of the hot tub, while my hands eddied a mindless current on either side of me. I let my mind wander, a smile playing across my lips. I was loving having my own home, making it fit me, from the jewel toned walls to the multi-level back deck. I found I was filled with ideas, amazed by endless possibilities. Still deep in thought about the possibilities offered by installing fairy lights on the deck, I reached for my bottle of water, biting back a moan as my breasts left the warmth of the tub for the cool rain. Pebbled almost painfully tight, my nipples ached with this sudden change, making me hyper-aware of them -- and sending tingles of awareness shooting straight to my pussy. As my back arched in response, I brushed the bottle of water and sent it tumbling onto the deck. Biting back a curse, I stood up and leaned over as far as I could, straining for the bottle just centimeters past my outstretched fingers. At that moment, the skies opened up, and a torrent of cool water cascaded over my tub-warmed skin. It was electrifying. Rain pounded on my back, followed the sleek curve of my spine and poured off my shoulders in a veritable sheet. Streams of it slid around my ribs and caressed my breasts. Water slapped against my ass, finding that deep cleft and cascading along those soft, smooth lips. My entire world revolved around the pouring rain and its sweet assault on my body. With a groan of lusty pleasure, I straightened up, raising my hands to push back my hair, tipping my face up to the liquid sensation pouring over me. It was right then, he later told me, that he saw me. He stopped cold, stunned. In a pouring, pounding rain, I stood in the hot tub straight and proud, breasts jutting, hips curving, face lifted to the pouring skies, laughing in sheer delight. It wasn't until his vision started to blur that he remembered to breathe. And quietly, ever so quietly, he stepped forward. Oblivious to the shadow behind the tree, I lifted my arms and spun, arched back, hair flying, delighting in the sensuous caress of water all over my body. As the rain gentled, I lowered my arms, hands slicking my hair back, smoothing down over my neck, across my breasts. Legs braced, back arched ever so slightly, I lifted my breasts, cupping them together, feeling water pool in that deep valley. With a soft ahhhh I captured my aching nipples between my fingers, tugging gently, hissing in pleasure. I stood there for several moments, lost in the pleasure, that naughty pleasure of being naked, wet, and exposed. A thrill ran though me as I envisioned someone watching me do this. I knew it couldn't happen -- my house was a secluded little cabin at edge of the cliffs, far off the beaten path. But oh...the thrill of thinking that I could be watched....what a delicious little tingle it sent shimmering through me. My mind wandered, oh so easily. I'd been far too long without a man -- my last relationship had ended badly, and was a large part of what had sent me scurrying to this coastal seclusion. I was finding my feet, finding out a lot about myself...but there was many a night I ached for my man's touch, nights when no amount of self-pleasure could feel that void so deep inside of me. Touching myself took the edge off, but no more. I needed a man, craved a man's touch...and as my mind wandered, I was all too easily able to picture a fantasy man watching me in play in my hot tub. I closed my eyes and lifted my hand to my hair, imagining those fingers to be longer, stronger, as they tunneled though my wet curls. He would gently cup the back of my head, bring me to him, hold me a hair's breadth from his lips, making me quiver with longing for his touch. Every breath I inhaled would be his exhalation, every scent I smelled would be of him, the water, the lush greenery, and angry sea. In my mind he held me there, quivering, making me crave what was so very nearly in my grasp. The fingertips that trailed down my neck, feathered along my collarbone, whispered over the pulse racing so visibly in the hollow of my neck -- those were not my fingertips. They were those of my fantasy man, a man so captivated by my sensuous water play that he couldn't help but touch me. He couldn't help but cup his hands over my breast, squeezing gently, making me arch my back until my soft skin overflowed his big hands. And when he pinched my nipple ever so gently and twisted slightly, I could swear I heard him chuckle through my loud gasps of pleasure and soft cries for more. While one hand pleasured my achy, heaving breasts, the other slid around my waist, over my hip, feathering gently along my skin, slipping ever so gently into the water, where it reached the juncture of my thighs. A soft nudge had me spreading my legs, opening my swollen center to a teasing touch. The water hardly moved as a single finger traced the soft outline of my smooth crease. My knees threatened to buckle and my breath was a ragged gasp for air. My already throbbing nipples hardened even further, the steam rising from the water making them ache with its wispy caress. As that one finger traced my shape, teased that plump skin, my hips started to rock, searching to increase the pressure. I know my fantasy man moaned -- I heard him, quite clearly, the sound echoing over and over in my passion-fogged mind. My weakening knees had me stepping back to the safety of the tub wall. I rested my lower back against the rim and spread my legs even wider, silently begging for my fantasy man's teasing touch to go deeper, to ease that ache that so often left my whimpering in my tormented sleep. I rolled my hips forward, nudging those fingers, my slick juices blending with the heat and moisture of the hot tub. And when that lone finger slid between my folds, pressing gently into the volcanic heat of my quivering center, I nearly exploded. "One...." My lips curved in pleasure as I brought to mind a lover's game. With a strangled moan of pure lust I thrust my finger as far as it would go into my hot, churning cavern. The heated water surrounding me had nothing on the fiery flood of my hungry pussy. The difference was almost that of night and day, while the still-falling rain was yet another temperature change embraced by my trembling, lust-filled body. "Two...." A second finger followed the first, the added dimension just enough to create a hint of pressure. I swirled and twirled the two fingers together, pumping them in and out, still aching for release, still reaching for that elusive fulfillment. My other hand kneaded my breast, squeezing and pulling, twisting and shaping. In my mind I was helpless, caught in the onslaught of my fantasy lover's desires, helpless to deny him anything. "Three...." Increased by yet one more, the width of those invading fingers was almost enough to push me over the edge. My channel was tight, and hugged those fingers close. I mewled cries of frustration as I surged toward that peak, desperate to cum. The water churned around me, the splashing audible as it rebounded off lush green boundaries. My nails dug into my breast, but I wouldn't notice the slight bruises until days later. I was desperate to cum, and my harsh, sobbing cries begging my lover to let me do so rang through the air. "Four...." Aching for release, all but howling my frustration, I slid stretched around yet another probing finger. My other hand slid off my breast and made a beeline for my swollen, throbbing clit. The tug and pull of the water against me was driving me insane with greed. My legs spread wider, my fingers seeking desperately to slake my hunger as rain kissed and caressed its way down my upper body. Rocking on the balls of my feet, thrusting my hips in tormented demand to an imaginary lover, breasts shimmering in the steamy mist, my eyes closed in supplication while I gasped and moaned and begged for release...oh, the picture I made. He told me later he would often fantasize of just that moment, biting back a moan as he pleasured himself. Shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure, I drifted back down into the water, gasping as warmth once again licked against my rain-cooled skin. A soft smile curled the corners of my lips, and my hands lazily slicked over wet skin, a lover's cuddle in the sultry heat of the hot tub. Slowly, oh so slowly, my breath returned to normal. I had managed to take the edge off my ever-present ache, but merely the edge. Oh, I needed a man. His touch, his whispers, his caress—nope, not going there, I chuckled to myself, surging to my feet and stretching my pleasure-warmed muscles. Squeezing water from my hair, I shifted until I was poised on the lip of the tub, the slight pressure of the rim against my still-sensitive nub tempting me into another round of pleasure. For a few moments I succumbed, hips rocking gently against the hard, slick rim. The teasing torment would never soothe the ache though, so I soon stopped, catching my breath before leaning forward and sliding around til I was flat footed on my new deck again. Peering around I finally spied my water bottle under the edge of my potted juniper. I debated the wisdom of getting on my hands and knees to crawl after it, but a gust of Maine wind against my quickly chilling body made the decision for me. With a whoop of triumph at my daring exploit, I scooped up my sodden clothes and scampered inside, closing the French doors behind me without another look. Had I looked back though, for even just a moment, I would have seen him as he reached under the juniper and picked up my bottle, drinking deep before replacing the cap and tossing the bottle into the steaming tub, where it floated and bounced and would be sure to make me realize I'd not been alone after all... Waters Edge, Feathers on the Wind The water, crisp, the scent of the lake stirring in the wind. Waiting for that special some one, the sun high in the sky clouds rolling in. It was supposed to be like any other day. A day by the waters edge, love growing stronger. A simple kiss to put ones emotions aflutter. A silent greeting, a hug hello, skin on skin. The embrace of lovers. Sitting down by the waters edge, staring into the eyes of the one you couldn't live with out. Never saying a word but always knowing what the other would say. Speaking of words never needed. But deep down wishing for the silence to break. Wishing to tell her something important, finally mustering the courage to speak the secret. The secret haunting, tearing away at your soul. Always with you, never leaving. The clouds are growing closer, larger. Time running out, storm approaching. Opening your mouth to speak, no sound can be heard. Lighting strikes the lake, loud deafening thunder. Ear drums ringing, the sound never ending, on an on. Steam billows, the waters ripple. Terrified she looks to you, your eyes never meet hers. Splashing in the water, through the thunder, hearing the faint cry. Child in the water, splashing an splashing, cant stay afloat. Calling for help, choking on the water. You look side to side, no one sees, no one hears. Pointing to the water, a sharp gasp, she sees. But cant help, too far out. Ready to jump in, taking off shirt, shoes. No too far to swim. Nervously, its time. The only way, taking a great leap. Hoping she understands, hoping against hope. Your secrets about to be out, will she praise? Will she admire? Or will she fear. She sees you, a question written across her face. She knows you cant swim fast enough. She knows you would never make it. Mid-leap, something begins, something happens. She sees, confused, feathers. Great big black feathers, falling in your wake. Wings, she sees large wings. Her mind, confused an unbelieving. You glide, inches above the water. The smell soothing, gaining speed. Faster an faster, moving, breathing, alive. Heart racing, blood pumping. Fear of the world leaving, Courage, love and joy growing. Reaching out, grabbing the hand. Pulling the child, holding him close. So young, so frail. A smile growing, happiness bursting forth. Wind roaring, deafening. Ripping at your eyes, ears and skin. Eyes watering, tears flowing. Vision blurring,the shore line vanishing. Concentration waning, fear growing. Closer and closer, faster and faster. Almost, almost safe, almost free. Mid hope, a gust. Shot from the heavens, angry and cold. The storm fights to claim its prize. Looking forward, disbelief strong in her heart. Fear, doubt, how, why. Eyes following you, unable to look away. But something is wrong. She sees in horror, falling, faster. Crashing into the waters. So much speed, tumbling, tossing. Rolling across the surface. Over and over, hearing for the first time. You call out in pain, bones breaking. She hears, she cries, she calls out. Rolling over and over, unable to tell up from down. Grasping to the child, shielding him. Water, so much water. Tearing at the child, trying to steal him back. Unrelenting, you will not let him go. Finally, slamming into the other shore. Skin tears, bones shatter. Pain, white hot pain. Tears fall, wings laying on the ground, broken. Blood spilling, the water becomes red. Looking down, the boy. Safe, alive. Unable to move, pinned down. Something, everything, hurts. But more, coughing, blood pouring. Feeling, a pipe. Small thin, piercing through. Understanding, its over. Life of a child, for the life of his savior. Eyes growing heavy, darkness over whelming. Fighting, wishing, to see her face, one last time. Running, heart pumping. Fast as she can. Legs burning, getting closer. Seeing, but unbelieving. How, when, why. How, when, why. Over an over, tears falling. Love blossomed, but love torn away. Reaching the other side, seeing, red water, a crowd. People stare, but scared to help. What is he, whispers, shaken voices. Hearing a familiar voice. Forcing open your eyes, trying to look. Unable to see, a splash. Some one in the water. Smiling to see, she has found you. She has come, terror, horror, tears streaming. Her face, pale. Coughing, more blood. Her hand trembles, reaching out. She reaches out, trembling, scared. How, when, why, still ringing. Pulling back. Mind about to break. She loved this, person. This person loved her, why does she tremble so. Why does she fear. Eyes closing again. Sounds fading, the end growing near, night is falling. Inching closer, she sees the wings, so clear. Feathers, black as night. Still trembling, still scared. Reaching out, grabbing the child. Pulling him free. Holding him in her arms, he breaths, he lives. For the first time she looks, takes you in with her eyes. Believing finally, understanding. Over whelmed, loss, regret. Leaning in, a simple kiss to the forehead. She doesn't fear you. "Are, you, an, angel?" The voice, so distant. So faint. Using everything, all your strength. All your power. Touching her face, a gentle hand. Unable to speak, mouthing the word. "No," Night has fallen. Peace has come. Life of the child, for the life of the savior. The price has been paid. A simple day, at waters edge. Torn asunder by a selfless act.