Go for a swim.

I hoped you might. Especially because it means that I get to watch you get undressed. I watch you very carefully, and I don’t seem to mind at all when it looks like you’re starting to get aroused.

You set down your lute on your pile of clothes, and you slip into the water. It’s a cold river--at least you would find it cold. Elves don’t mind the cold as much. But I’m out there waiting for you, and so, in you go. You take a few steps, then lean in and push off.

When the shock of the cold wears off, you look around, but you don’t see me. You’re out in the middle of the river bend, where it’s deep enough that you can just keep your head out of the water if your toes are on the ground. I had been right in front of you, but now there’s just river and forest.

You turn around to see if I’ve slipped past you somehow and headed back for my clothes, but I haven’t. But then you feel my hand at your thigh, and you look down, and there I am, underneath the clear, cool water. You see the flash of my white skin, and you see my cloud of silver hair near your waist. Then you feel my fingers at your cock, just before I take you in my mouth.

I don’t stay down there for long. Certainly not as long as you’d like. Maybe sometime I will show you just how long I can hold my breath for, but now, I only give you a few slow caresses with my lips and my tongue. Then I pop up to the surface, wrap my arms around your neck, and kiss you.

I’m eager, and I’m hungry, and my body is pressed against you. Your hands go around my waist, and then down to my hips, and my thighs. I pull myself up and wrap my legs around you, still kissing you, as if my life depended on it.

When you lean down to kiss the hollow of my throat, I’m already breathing hard. I can tell you want my breasts, so I help you by pushing up on your shoulders while you lift me in your arms, bringing my nipples above water. Then you start to nibble and devour me, and I let my head fall back and groan.

I once had an orgasm just like that. His mouth was on my nipple, and I wanted him very, very badly, and it was just too much. We were both very surprised.

But that’s not what happens in this story. Instead, I look down at you, breathlessly, a little wild, and I ask you to take me to shore, right now.

So you do. We tumble down in the grass, wet, nearly steaming.