In the lake

The lake sat below me, sparkling in the late noon sun.

The shower house was uphill. The lake was downhill. This seemed like an easy decision.

I stood alone at the shoreline. No campers. No counselors. No applause. No sketches. Just water and pine trees.

Perfect.

I looked around once more. Nobody. I kicked off my shoes, left my clothes in a pile on the dock, and dove in.

The water was cold enough to steal my breath. It felt wonderful. I floated on my back for a while, letting the sun warm my face. I scrubbed my dick with my hands. Hopefully fresh lake water would wash off the smell of pussy.

That’s when I heard the splash of a paddle. I looked up. A kayak drifted toward me.

Sierra. The lifeguard. Her bleach blonde hair shining. She wore sunglasses and her red swimsuit and looked entirely too happy to be paddling around alone. She paddle right to me,

“Hey! I thought we agreed skinny-dipping was a nighttime activity.”

I grinned. “I’m getting ahead of schedule.”

She rested her paddle across the kayak.

“Bold strategy.”

I spread my arms. “Would you like to join me?”

She laughed again.

I expected her to keep paddling. Instead, she looked back toward the dock. Then toward the empty shoreline. Then back at me.

A bright white smile spread across her face that made her tan skinned look even darker. “You know what? Why not?”

From the kayak, she pulled down the straps of her red one-piece. From the lack of tan lines, it was obvious this wasn’t her first time naked other the sun. I didn’t know the etiquette about watching someone undress, but I couldn’t stop staring at this blonde beauty.

She slipped into the water beside me with a splash. The moored on the shore.

“Now this,” she said, floating onto her back, her brown nipples above the water, “is much better than First Aid training.”

I laughed.

Sunlight danced across the lake. The water carried us lazily away from shore.

“This place is ridiculous,” she said.

“You mean beautiful?”

“I mean unfair.”

I looked at her. “How so?”

“Nobody should get to live somewhere this pretty.”

I had to admit she had a point.

We floated in silence for a while. Then she splashed water at me. I splashed back. Soon we were laughing like children.

A pair of loons flew overhead. The sun warmed our faces. For the first time all day, I forgot about the sketch.

Unfortunately, Sierra did not. “So.”

Uh oh. “So?” I asked.

“How accurate was the picture?”

I laughed.

“I’m not answering that.”

She grinned. “Oh, come on. You watched me undress. I get to see the goods too!”

“Nope.”

“I’ve been curious all day.”

“That’s a very strange thing to admit.”

She splashed me again. “Is it because the water is cold? Did it shrink?”

“It hasn’t shrunk!”

“Then prove it.”

I felt my dick under the chilly water. “Well it has shrunk compared to when I was posing nude.”

She smiled, “I won’t judge. Just show me.” She swam up close to me. Her hard nipples brushed my chest. “If you don’t show, I’m going to touch.”

Her hand brushed my thigh under the water, making me jump back in surprise. She giggled. And swam up closer. He face inches from mine, I moved my lips to hers. We kissed. Her hand found my dick under the water.

I squeezed her ass and pulled her up against my body. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I held her up with the support of the water, and we continued to make out, my feet squishing down into the mud.

Her kissing was different than Maggie. Her tongue didn’t invade my mouth. She would suck on my bottom lip. Her blue eyes always watching me, glittering with joy.

Soon I was hard and pressing at her entrance. She smiled, daring me. “Whoa buddy! Are we doing this right here?”

I thought about my conversation with Amanda. The rumors about Maggie. No protection. Making better decisions. I didn’t even know if Sierra was on birth control.

But the thought of feeling pussy around my cock against was overwhelming.