Day at the Lake 1 - Two Horndogs in Bikinis

Theeere it is. Line 609. It's about time. You've sat here for almost half an hour, already in your bikini and ready to go explore the lake, but of course Zoey missed her bus and is now late. You really have to break your habit of being punctunal if this futa is going to continuously fail to show up on time.

No matter, the doors of the bus open and your date steps out, rocking some shades and her signature cap. Like you, she has already changed into a bikini but her bottoms are actually a pair of swimming trunks - which makes sense for someone, well, endowed like her. It goes without saying that she looks fantastic in that little clothing.

Zoey sends a casual sideways peace sign your way as you hop off the bench to go hug her.

"Sup, girl." she smiles and gives you a quick kiss.

"You know, you really gotta work on being punctual." you tell her and raise your chin, using your tiny height advantage to look down at her.

"Did I ever promise to be on time?" she defends herself.

"Well, maybe I should demand such a promise next time." you chuckle and roll your eyes.

"Aaalright, forgive me." Zoey sighs, though with a smirk on her face.

"Hmm, nope." you joke and cross your arms. "Since the reason for your delay is likely something stupid or slutty."

"I will not confirm or deny that." smirks the muscular futa and adjusts her cap, wearing it properly for a change to shield her face from the sun.

"Of course." you roll your eyes and grab her hand. "Come on, let's go."

"Yes, ma'am." is Zoey's obedient reply as she allows you to lead her. The path down to the lake is actually a bit tedious. While the focus on keeping its surrounding area as natural as possible makes for great views, it doesn't make traversal particularly easy.

"Pretty, huh?" you say, carefully watching your step as you hike down the forest path.

"Uh, yeah." Zoey replies but not after a strange pause. Curious, you look back over your shoulder and catch her blatantly staring at your butt.

"The forest, Zoey. And the lake down there." you clarify and point where parts of the lake are becoming visible through the trees.

"Uh, yes! Of course. What else could I've meant." she answers, not making a particularly big effort to sound convincing.

"Get a hold of yourself." you mock and turn away again, smiling. The further down you get, the more you can hear and see people lounge around, chilling in the water, all in all having a good time and enjoying the good weather.

"Pretty busy." the futa behind you remarks as you near the end of the hiking trail.

"Yeah, a bit..." you reply and look around. You had hoped there to be less of a crowd but it's no surprise either.

"So what's the plan?" asks Zoey, stopping next to you.

"Well, we get a somewhat secluded spot, spread our stuff out, and chill." you explain.

"Oh, spreading sounds good." Zoey smirks and you decide to punish her by not dignifying that comment with a response. It is funny, despite it's corniness, but still.

"Anyway." you simply reply and walk off, pulling her along by her hand. You here her snicker a bit. Stupid sexy horndog back at it again.

Eventually, the two of you find a spot somewhat hidden between a bunch of bushes and a couple trees. It's a small clearing, just about big enough for you two and the blanket you brought. It's directly by the water and offers a nice view.

"This should do." you nod and begin emptying your backpack. Doing so makes you notice that Zoey hasn't actually brought anything at all. "Hold on, you got nothing with you?"

"Uh, no?" she shrugs, puzzled you would ask. "Was I supposed to bring something?"

"Well, I guess not. I just, you know, thought you'd want like a towel or something."

"Nah, the sun will dry me." Zoey states and hugs you from behind. "And my sexy redhead will keep me warm later."

"Hmm, we'll see." you shrug, playing a little hard to get. "And how do you intent to avoid sunburn?"

"That..." starts the fit futanari and lets go of you. "You now what, toochy."

"Okay, first of all it's 'touché'." you correct her, not entirely unable to contain a laugh, and fish out a bottle of sunscreen. "And also: here, silly."

"Heh, thanks." Zoey chuckles and accepts the bottle. "If only there weren't sooo many spots I can't reach."

"God, fine." you roll your eyes and playfully slap her abs - any excuse to touch these. "Sit down."

Zoey grins and does as told, sittting down on the newly unfolded blanket. You quickly put down the rest of the stuff and kneel down behind her. Zoey hands you the bottle of sunscreen over her shoulder and while you squirt some onto your hand, she straight up takes her bikini top off. Like, sure, your spot is kind of secluded, but you can still definitely be spotted.

"Wow, no shame at all, huh?" you remark, rubbing your hands together.

"Why? I got nothin' to hide." she replies and puts her top aside.

"Well, not quite nothing, I would say." you point out, not just referring to her moderate boobs but also the massive something down in her shorts.

"Nothing I would bother to hide." Zoey corrects herself and pats her crotch. "I just like trunks better."

"Uhuh..." you hum back, fighting to pay attention now that she's talking about her dick. Plus, having her bare muscular back right in front of you does not help at all.

"Like, the bottoms you're wearing? How'd I be supposed to cram my junk into that?" she continues and stretches her legs out.

"Yeah..." you mumble, currently losing your battle. The moment your palms touch her muscular shoulder blades, you feel her muscles flex under her skin and boy, you are done.

"You know, sometimes I wish I had a pussy." Zoey keeps going. "I mean, I like baggy stuff but like, you girls have so many more options. Let's be real, I'd look stupid in a thong."

'Pussy', 'girls' and 'thong' are the only words you manage to pick up from her rambling. If you had a dick like hers, or any for that matter, it would quickly be growing to full mast right now. What's even worse, however, is the fact that you're pretty much done with her back and shoulders. Already. Shit, you could do this forever.

"Alright, I think I'm set." says the muscly brunette and snaps you out of it.

"Hm, yeah." you hum and give her a final few rubs, dreading the end. Zoey then stands up and takes the bottle from you.

"I'll do the rest real quick and then it's your turn." she announces and gets to work, applying the lotion to her arms first. You sit back as she does, not intent on missing even a second of this. God, you're really no better than her sometimes. But can anyone really blame you?? Fuck, both her bare and her tattooed arm now shimmer in the sunlight and... ughhh. Now she's moving on to her torso and god dammit, there really is a god. Zoey lathers up her boobs, her beautiful sixpack, her criminally sexy v-line. Shit, even her collar bones turn you on at this point.

"Fuck..."

Woops. You said that out loud.

"Hm?" the hot piece of shit smirks down at you.

"Nothing." you object and pretend like nothing happened.

"Really?" Zoey grins and leans down to put lotion over her legs, oh so conincidentally bringing her face closer to yours.

"Of course." you reply and look her straight in the eyes with bite down on your lip. Like, when you think about it, there's no reason to play coy. This is a bloody date. With someone who had you **** on her cock before, no less.

"Heh, fine." chuckles the fit futanari and stands upright. "Your turn, princess."