We sit down at the table and have a nice dinner with good conversation. As I’m finishing my desert, I notice I’m feeling a little light headed, must be from the drink. I’m feeling a little horny too; maybe the alcohol is affecting me there also.
“I think I’ll go down to the lake, I could use some fresh air,” I announce as I slide my chair away from the table.
I head down to the boathouse and docks. I inhale the smells of the lake and I’m transformed by my new surroundings, I love this place. It’s getting dark now and I feel like a swim. I strip my clothes off and jump in the lake. I love being naked outside, although I don’t get vary many opportunities to hang out naked outside, whenever I can get the chance I will. It’s so exotic to feel the sun or breeze on my cock and balls. Being naked outside makes me horny, and that usually leads to me jerking off. I’ve never had the opportunity to skinny dip before now, it feels awesome. I think, ‘how could anyone ever want to wear a swim suit.’
I swim for a while then climb out of the water and head into the boathouse, I am still naked. I find a lounge chair near the old Chris-Craft and sit down. I adjust the chair in the reclined position and began to stroke my cock. The night air is wafting in the boathouse and over my cock as I stoke it. I spit on my cock to moisten it, the night air on my moist cock feels exotic. I cum all over my belly and feel completely satisfied.
I think I hear the back door of the boathouse close as I lie there basking. I jump and cover my groin. I say, “Anyone there?” No answer. I must have been hearing things. I run out of the boathouse along the dock and jump into the lake to clean off. I climb out, dress and return to the cottage.
The next few days were filled with early rise and fishing in the morning, working on the cottage windows at midday, then if the wind was up I’d go sailing, if not, swimming. At night I swim naked and jerk off in the boathouse.
Uncle Ted went out of town on business the morning after I arrived. Aunt Kathy has been enjoying taking care of me, she’s been cooking and baking up a storm; I’m going to get fat if she doesn’t stop plying me with baked goods. Aunt Kathy has always been nice to me, she is my special aunt; you know, that one relative that takes a special interest in you and treats you kindly. They had no kids themselves, so I guess I’m like a son to her.
Today I am working on a ladder on one of the upper windows. I hear my aunt talking to someone. I turn around and see her talking to a young girl in a bikini in at the edge of her yard and the neighbor’s. Holy shit, this chick is hot; I almost fall off the ladder trying to get a better look. This girl has one hot body. Her face is kind of Plain Jane, but OMG, her body is off the charts. I see large breasts, thin waist, nice hips, and long legs; damn, what’s not to like. From what I can see from here, she has auburn hair and milky skin. Her yellow string bikini is barely there, man that’s one tiny bikini. My legs are getting weak. I fear I might fall off this fucking ladder.
Maybe I should descend to the ground before I fall, the timid side of my brain argues. If I go down now, I’ll have to talk to her, my aunt will introduce us, I’m not ready for that. I don’t dare go down. I pretend to work, and try in vain to hear what they were talking about. They seem very friendly. My aunt has her hand on the girl’s waist and is caressing her back as she is talking to her. There is giggling and laughing coming from the two women as they chat. I have a fucking boner, good thing I’m facing the house. I am so hard, if I didn’t have any pants on I could hook my cock under a rung on the ladder and help keep me from falling as I turn to look at this gorgeous creature talking to my aunt. I see them kiss goodbye and it looks like a lip lock, but I not sure – damn, what the fuck.
The girl heads back to her cottage and Aunt Kathy walks into her house. I go back to work on the windows. After a few minutes I realize I can’t concentrate on scraping paint after seeing that hot chick talking to my aunt, I’m done for the day. I come down off the ladder, clean up the tools and head down to the lake for a swim.
When I come in for dinner, my aunt is smiling and humming some tune as she cooks, she is usually a happy sort, but this is a notch higher than normal. She keeps glancing over at me and smiling, something is up.
“The next door neighbor’s daughter is visiting for the summer, her name is Molly, she is about your age, maybe a year or two older,” Aunt Kathy says as soon as we sit down for dinner.
“Oh,” I said, blushing a little. I don’t know why I blushed. I feel funny talking about girls in front of my aunt, or any older authority figure for that matter. I guess it’s because my mind goes right to sex, so I think they can read my mind.
“Are you trying to fix me up?” I ask her trying to deflect my embarrassment back to her.
“Well,” she says, “not fix you up per se, but, you need to hang out with people your own age.”
I fear my aunt knows I am still a virgin. This makes talking about girls or dating uncomfortable for me. One side of my brain is saying, ‘I can do it myself, I’m not a looser.’ The other half of my brain is screaming ‘Help Me, I can’t do this myself.’
I change the subject. “The windows need a lot more work than I thought. I’ll need some more glazing compound next time you’re in town.”
For the rest of the dinner, my aunt didn’t bring up dating or girls again. We chatted mostly about my recent school year and my plans for college.
After dinner I help my aunt with the dishes. As we finish, I say to her, “I’m going for sail, I’ll see ya later.” I head down to the docks and take the sailboat out. There is a nice breeze this evening and the sailing is fantastic. I wish the neighbor girl I saw earlier were here sailing with me. As I’m sailing along, I daydream of being with her, as lovers of course, but also simply as boyfriend and girlfriend. I’ve only known a few male friends, I have no sisters or close female cousins; I really don’t know what it’s like to have a close female companion. A sense of loneliness washes over me. I desperately need a girlfriend. I’ve only seen this girl once, from a ladder as she talked to my aunt, and here I am dreaming of her and me together doing all the things a couple does.
It’s starting to get dark, I wish it would stay light a little longer, I want to stay out and sail and dream some more. As it gets near dark I return to the docks. I see a towel and what looks like a bikini on the dock, but I see no one around. I have to concentrate on docking the boat so I can’t look everywhere. I tie up the boat and put the sails away. I look around the lake and finally see someone swimming. The swimmer is doing laps from the boat dock, out to a swim dock, about 50 yards out and back.
I want to run, the swimmer, is obviously a female, and she is obviously naked – skinny dipping. The timid side of my brain says ‘get out of here before she sees you and thinks you’re a pervert.’ The bold side of my brain is saying, ‘this is exactly the kind of talk that has kept you a virgin, now is your chance, stay.’
I decide to listen to my bold side tonight. For all I know, she knows I’m here. I’m not sure who she is, but I have a hunch it is the girl next door, my dream girl, the girl I saw in the bikini talking to Aunt Kathy. Molly is her name according to Aunt Kathy. If this is the girl next door, she would have seen the sailboat was not tied to the dock, she would have seen me sailing. If she knew I was here and is skinny dipping where I would find her bikini, then she shouldn’t be surprised to see me.
“Hello Sailor Boy,” comes a female’s voice from out on the lake as she swims up to the dock where I am standing looking dumbfounded. I don’t know what I should do or say. I attempt to smile suavely, but fear my smile cannot belie my nervousness.
“Well, are you going to join me or just stand there with your jaw on your chest?”
My bold side took over and says, ‘It’s go time!’ I strip naked and jump in the lake. When I surface, I look around; I see her swimming back out to the swim dock. I start swimming out to the swim dock and soon pull up to the dock. I need something to hold onto, I sink when not in motion. I grab hold the swim dock with one arm and turn my body back toward shore. ‘Where is Molly?’ I wonder. She swims up to me and bumps into me. I feel something touch my cock, maybe it is her leg, or her hand, I don’t know. She giggles and swims away around the other side of swim dock. She must have climbed up the ladder on the other side; I hear her feet pattering now on the swim dock. She comes over to the side I am still hanging onto and bends over, holding her hair back as she looks down at me still in the water.
“Are you coming up?”
An invite to come up and be naked with a female, a girl, a woman, a lady, it didn’t matter what or who she was, this was what I’ve been longing for. Lake Pothos was been living up to its name tonight. I swim around to the ladder and climb up. She is sitting now on the edge with her legs dangling over the side. I sit next to her, keeping a foot or two between us. She scoots over so her hip is touching mine, skin touching skin, my god, what is in store for me tonight, my mind is racing.
“My name is Molly,” she finally says.
“Robert,” I reply boldly, attempting to overcome my inherent shyness.
She giggles at my awkwardness.
“I know, your Aunt told me all about you.”
“She did?” I said thinking, ‘did she tell you I was a virgin.’ I am without words. I rack my brain for something to say, nothing is coming to mind. Oh that’s a lie, plenty is coming to mind, just nothing I can blurt out. My mind is filled with things I won’t say: like, ‘damn, I love your hot body, can I touch it, are we going to fuck, can you help me with this virginity problem?’
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