Dipping in the Buff by AlexgetsHorny
Every time I skinny dip it reminds me of the first time.
It was summer vacation, freshman year of college. I had joined a few buddies and we had hosted a party. It had been a small gathering of girls from college and hometown girls. It had started near a lake so already many of the girls had been rocking swimwear but me and the other guys wanted more skin and being that we weren’t the type to get laid regularly we suggested strategies to get women naked until one prevailed over the rest; skinny-dipping.
Fueled on by alcohol, we launched into the plan as we started yelling, hollering, and throwing ourselves into the lake as naked as the day we were born. It was a mess and most of the girls whooped and hollered but remained clothed themselves. The guys and I stayed sheepishly into the water knowing that coming out meant showing the other guys our parts and we just weren’t ready for that level of male bonding yet. I would get laid that summer at that very party too, by one Julie Sellwork but really what I got that summer was the love of skinny-dipping.
I relaxed in the river, my clothes safely by the shore as I backstroked in a circle, lazily. It was a nice treat, this secluded river. It was just lazy enough, just hard enough to find, just out of sight enough that made it perfect for my favorite pastime. I’m sure if I paid a therapist enough money they would be able to tell me why I enjoyed it, maybe it was some small rebellion against society, maybe I get off on voyeuristic expressions. Regardless, I liked it and the fact that I wasn’t hurting myself or others made me feel that I was fine to continue.
I backstroked lazily around, thinking about how today was Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t that big of a deal to me after, but holidays do have a way of reminding you of past loves and where you are now. I wasn’t happy but I wasn’t upset about my lot in life currently. My job wasn’t the most interesting but I had a good one and it paid well so I couldn’t complain there. My health was in a pretty good space too, I took care of myself and ate green stuff once in a while. I was doing better in my 30’s than some do in their 20’s. My life was good, though it did feel like I was missing something.
Then it happened. Some people call it their sixth sense, a change in the atmosphere, a hidden ability of perceiving when danger was around. Whatever you might call it, it sent a shiver through me. Righting myself, I treaded the water in the river as I slowly circled around, trying to find where the danger sense had come from. I saw nothing on my first turn around and decided the best course of action was land. I swam for the shore where I had put my clothes. I made it to the shallow where I was able to stand.
There I met the most peculiar sight. There, almost on the shore, was a woman stripping. She had piled her clothes almost completely opposite of mine. She only had on her bra and panties by the time I saw her. I was never one for flowery words when it came to describing women it just seemed incessant and a waste when you just wanted someone to know you thought them attractive, in that moment though I had found poetry. Not a limerick, not free form, not iambic pentameter, nothing fancy, or crazy, or wild, just that she looked like a flower. I didn’t feel like any other comparison made sense after all what more do you need than to describe her like a flower. It was cheesy and unoriginal, sure. But did that really matter when just the way she looked made you change the way you felt about things?
She had unclasped her bra and her breasts spilled out. Her breasts were massive, the nipples looked in the middle between hard and soft as the outside air brushed against them. She then shed her panties. It was shaven completely clean, which lead to a beautiful pussy and as she turned to place the underwear on the rest of the clothes, a round and shapely ass. Her body was completely tanned all over, her body looked soft all over while still keeping an athletic frame.
As much as I wanted to continue to watch, I turned away. While admiring and looking was completely okay, I knew there was a certain amount before it became staring, and staring wasn’t okay.
“Hello?” Came a voice from the shore. “Is someone down there?”
As much as I thought to hid myself, I knew that it would be only worse if I did so. “Hey there!” I called out, waving as I did so.
She returned my wave. Her body fully baring it all as she stood there, doing nothing to hid herself from me.
“I..I didn’t realize someone else was here.” She said, blushing. Even her voice was pretty. She came down from the shore, slipping into the water. It gradually rose up until it cover up to her hips, still outlining her ass nicely.
She then started making motion over to me. Waddling her way over to me , her breasts moved with every step and it did nothing to stop the raging boner I was now sprouting. It was safety under the water and I hoped that it would be cooled off from the river to ease away. Noting that I was slightly shorter than her as she got closer. As more of my body had sunk into the water than hers. She reached me and smiled warmly. The warm smile and huge exposed breasts were what dreams were made of.
“Hi, Maggie,” she said, introducing herself, extending a hand that rose from the water.
It was unfortunate that my boner hadn’t quite let the river water return it to normal size and as she lifted the hand for the handshake she bumped it. It didn’t hurt but the genuine shock of a foreign object striking the most vulnerable part of my body cause a immediate defensive reaction and I felt myself curl in to myself which gave a great view of her breasts as the water near the shore had only come up to her hips.
“Dustin,” I groaned out from my curled up position.
Looking up I saw Maggie holding her hand in front of her face as I stretched myself back to standing. She looked down at the water where my dick would be, looked at her hand and promptly thrusted the hand into the water and shielded her face with the other hand. If it had been happening to anyone else I would have found it hilarious. Even so I let out a small giggle.
“Sorry,” she squeaked out.
“It’s cool, it’s cool,” I said, lifting my hands in mock surrender as I show her I’m okay. “This thing is stronger than you give it credit for.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Maggie said, looking relieved. Her breasts had been out for a bit now and they were starting to hypnotize me, I swear.
Maggie noticed my staring and started giggling as I started blushing and retreated a little further into the water. She followed into the water, going in deep enough that her breasts were now hidden from view as the water hit my neck.
“So, like, are you the only one who comes here?” Maggie asked as she started kicking the water, treading as she moved around the river keeping in the shallows.
“Uh, yeah,” I gestured around. “It’s pretty hidden so most won’t come this far out so it’s perfect for skinny-dipping.”
“Oh, I know,” Maggie agreed as she stretched, her breasts once more coming into view again as she leaned back. “I love skinny-dipping, it’s just so freeing, you know?”