Lake Dreams Ch. 05

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Today was only my second time at the local nudist lake this cool and wet spring, and the water remained cold. The lack of visitors combined with the rain meant that the plants had grown wildly, causing the amount of free space on the various paths and sitting areas to be restricted, at times to only a quarter of normal. This growth also ensured that areas were well screened from casual view.

The day was sunny and somewhat breezy, and having arrived fairly early, no one was around. Quickly forgetting about swimming, that was no problem. The area I usually sit in was still quite shaded, leading to going to the next area. The normal way from the main path was almost overgrown, making it impossible to see how the two separate areas looked. At least when wearing boots, jeans, and a motorcycle jacket, stamping an improved path is not hard, even with blackberries, which grow freely everywhere with sun.

Laying everything out, I then sun tanned my back or stomach, rotating every quarter hour. After about an hour, I heard the sound of several people between the main path and I. Following several minutes, during which I was sure they either gone or lay down, the sounds of movement were obvious. Slow movement though, to the extent of doubting that original estimation without seeing anyone come into view for a stretched moment.

Two naked men close to each other, barefoot and stepping gingerly due to blackberry thorns, finally exited from the path and into sight, a bit later followed by a naked woman. All three seemed in their forties, especially the woman, whose nice mid-sized breasts and lovely ass highlighted her attractiveness. Putting a couple bits of clothing on the ground, they went into the cold water, commenting among themselves before the woman dove in and swam off.

The two men were more than a bit hesitant, but after taking a couple of small steps into deeper water, I was surprised to see how they began touching standing close to each other. They were not far enough out to actually provide any cover to their cocks, which grew as I kept glancing at them, feeling a certain naughty curiosity. The woman was easily 40 yards away as they began to kiss. The fact I was there was of no consequence, nor how my attention kept being drawn to them.

This helped explain the initial impression that the woman was not attached to either when they passed in front of me. Starting to swim back to shore, they continued to play with each other, kissing passionately, ignoring her too. Having seen a lesbian pair I know getting really turned on after we shared a joint several summers ago in much deeper water, this scene did not require much in the way of imagination or familiarity like then, both cocks becoming erect, rubbing against each other.

And like with that lesbian pair, my cock was definitely adding its approving opinion of what was happening. Unlike that lesbian pair, which included a bi woman I had had sex here over years, these two lovers were complete strangers. Not to mention being two men, yet their obvious horniness had a certain tempting appeal that kept drawing my attention to them.

As the woman approached the shore, they left the water and returned to their screened off place, without seeming to take their clothing. Since this was a nudist area, that did not really matter. The woman came out of the water, then stood there, giving me a luscious view of her crinkled largish nipples and nice bush. I could also see a reddish pattern outline the sort of sports style bra she had been wearing, along with a reddish hue over white skin that had been exposed to the sun.

This time of year can be quite tricky regarding getting a sunburn. I also noticed that she did not really have a towel, and with the wind, drying off without getting cold would be difficult, goose bumps already plain from where I lay. She looked a bit disappointed as she stood there, aware of what was undoubtedly going on where her stuff was, not wanting to deal with it.

At which point, I asked if the water was cold or really cold, offering to let her use my yet unused towel. She made a quick glance downwards, saying more than cold enough, then thanking me for the offer. I took the towel off from my helmet, and as she took a step closer, threw it over. She caught it easily, and when she started to dry her hair, I had a full view of her body. She had a nice bush above her slit, with each side shaved.

As she dried off, the beginnings of a true sun burn were plain to recognize. The other thing that seemed plain from her quite red eyes and lazy sensual motions was that she was probably stoned, a fact that also helped explain why the two men had been acting without much concern in public. Getting high with a naked partner in a natural setting can easily lead to uninhibited behavior that is hard to resist. Or better said, delightful to indulge.

She took another step closer, bending down to hand the towel back, providing a wonderful view of free hanging breasts, tipped with quite erect nipples. The more than faint scent of weed in her breath indicated they likely had shared a joint before undressing – or maybe as they undressed. Looking at her face, I mentioned the sun was quite strong, and maybe she would appreciate some sun tan lotion too.

Grinning slightly, she replied that getting lotioned in the warm sun would be nice. Adding that the other two would not be interested in doing that properly to her even if they had lotion, in a certain hinting manner. Standing up with plastic bottle in hand, she turned her back to me. Putting a lot of lotion in my hand first, feeling its warmth, I started at her shoulders, stepping closer. Spreading a fairly large amount at the top of her shoulders, letting the bottle drop.

My intention was truly to make sure she did not get sun burned, but she was not the only stoned person involved. Getting high and being naked outdoors is always nice, especially when touching another naked person like this. After her shoulders, I did her neck, both of us falling into a sensual rhythm, doing my best to keep her loosely braided hair from getting involved. After a nice interval, I did her back, down to the top her ass. Using more lotion, I did her sides with about the same discretion as going down her back.

The bi friend who introduced me to this nude lake more than 2 decades ago has repeatedly complimented my massage skills over the years. She recognized that I enjoy doing it, loving to demonstrate that skill whenever opportunity offered, meaning she had no problem providing such opportunities. It had taken me quite a while to recognize that friend’s unspoken first invitation up on her elbows, large breasts off the towel years ago, and only after she said to really use my hands everywhere. Today, the process was more two sided, starting an unspoken game certainly worth continuing.

Spreading lotion over her arms, including her underarms, fingers reaching through to touch the top of her chest, we just drifted together, my arms lowering inside hers. Allowing me to press them against the sides of her boobs, hearing a faint sigh.

Followed by her saying that she would turn around, if that was all right. Saying sure, pointing out that her front and legs still needed to be done. She was maybe 4 inches shorter than I, about the height of that bi friend. Who had large breasts, but the breasts in front of me now were smaller and flatter with a nice upwards curve that displayed her nipples perfectly, very sexy. Nipples that appeared up close about as crinkled and even darker as when she came out of the water in front of me.

Inquiring half seriously if she was still cold, my hands sliding right underneath her soft tits. Groaning no, saying she hadn’t expected this today. Neither had I, speaking as my hands began to spread lotion over her breasts, her face beginning to show just how much she was liking this. She sighed “yes” when I started concentrating on her erect nipples, closing her eyes, mouth open a bit as I squeezed and manipulated them with slippery fingers.

Asking what she had expected, she replied her expectation was being completely ignored by her two companions after sharing a joint. Which was not completely false, as till now they had not appeared, probably continuing what they had started in the water. Thinking that such behavior could be quite frustrating, because weed was perfect with sex. Making me joke that it was also good for getting properly lotioned, with her replying that properly covered a lot.

Now beginning to spread lotion over her upper thighs, teasing a bit with the motions just below her labia, observing that the two must not be very bi then, that the female friend that introduced me to this lake 2 decades ago was quite open to anyone that appealed to her, male or female. Along with getting stoned and lotioned properly. By now, we knew we both were interested in getting more turned on, willing to not only let the other know, but to actively encourage it.

Squatting down to reach her calves, the scent from her pussy was exquisite, filling my nostrils. A powerful intoxicating perfume, creating a delightful sexual haze in my mind, the alluring scent of a woman wanting sex. This was also the first time seeing up close an apparently recent pubic hairstyle, where a womanly bush is allowed to grow, while the hair around the labia is shaved. Having coated her legs and thighs in lotion, I stood back up, seeing the expression of a woman lost in enticing sensation as my hands started to spread lotion over her ass cheeks.

Her hands began roaming over my body, much like mine earlier, but with a different purpose. A hand started playing with my bush, whispering how soft the hair felt, kissing my ear and making me moan and move closer, feeling her bush against mine as I pulled her ass towards me.

Sliding a hand through her crack, she moaned, starting to kiss and sensuously lick my neck, a questing hand finding my growing cock. By now, we had entered the same state as the two men earlier, something that clearly pleased her. Me too, obviously, but it almost felt like she was competing in a game the pair never let her play.