Skinny Dipping with the Bad Girl by SyleusSnow

Putting one hand on her hip, I said, “Gonna come! Slow down.”

She drew in one excited breath. “Let go, baby. Come in me!”

Rolling and grinding with increased fervor, she reached between us to roughly strum her clit then lifted and sat, ground, lifted and sat then began bucking and grinding against me in wild abandon. There was no resisting any more—my orgasm was inevitable.

Her eyes grew glassy as her brow furrowed. She ground hard against me once more before I felt her pulsing inside. I sped uncontrollably over the edge—grabbing her ass and bucking up as everything I had blasted into her, my iron cock speared deep within her welcoming body. I drifted into white bliss as her snug velvet pussy milked my throbbing shaft.

Unsteadily, she lowered herself onto me, still clasping and spasming around my cock as together we rode out our orgasms.

When we recovered and we rolled onto our sides. She looked dazed but happy. We stroked each other’s heads and bodies, staring into each other’s eyes.

“So good,” she said and kissed me. “Gentle and rough in just the right ways. That was incredible.”

“For real?” I said. “I’ve only been with one other person.”

“Baby, for real. I’ve only been with two others. Neither were like that. Or lasted so long.” She pecked my lips. “W-was it okay I got on top?”

I tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Some guys think it’s not manly or something.”

“That’s stupid. I got to see you. See you lose control. And you did all the work. Hey… you know, I’ve never seen a girl’s jaw actually drop.”

She laughed. “Oh, it did not!”

“Yeah it did. When you came. You were amazing to watch.”

She hid her face. “So embarrassing. No one’s watched me come before.”

I kissed her forehead. “You looked like an angel. So beautiful.”

We laid together on the mat, her resting against me with a hand on my chest.

“I love this,” she said. “I love being with you. I think we’re good at being bad together.”

“Uh, yeah. Nothing like a little exhibitionism and felony trespassing.”

“Trespassing like this would be a misdemeanor. And being naked in a private back yard is not a crime. Neither is having sex when it’s out of view.”

“Lives in a small town, watches porn, knows the law…”

She whacked my chest. “Oh, stop doing that! What I’m trying to say is I hope we can keep doing this.”

“I think we’re really pushing our luck trespassing. Want to come home with me? It’s hot, but I have the place to myself for the next two weeks.”

“Then I’d know where you live. I could find out everything about you.”

“I trust you. I don’t know why, but I know I can. I want to know everything about you.”

“God, you’re wonderful,” she said. “Okay, we can drop the mystery act. You might get a little mad at me, though. I’m—”

A rattle came from the gate. Another rattle and we lifted our heads to look.

A man in black clothes was climbing the gate, a sagging backpack cinched tight to his shoulders. Once over the top he clambered down the inside and dropped to the ground, a metallic clatter coming from the backpack. He scanned the yard, his face hidden behind a disposable face mask. We flattened to the ground.

He didn’t see us. He turned to examine the gate’s combination lock.

“It’s a burglar,” she whispered close to my ear. “For real.”

~~~~

My brain kicked into overdrive. Slowly and as quietly as I could, I said, “roll closer to the hedge and stay low. We can prop the cushion up over us. Maybe it’ll look like it’s just resting against the hedge.”

The beam from a powerful flashlight swept the yard just as we covered ourselves with the cushion. It paused on the loungers and the cushion before sweeping the rest of the yard.

“What if he sees our clothes?” she whispered. “They’re on the chair by the house.”

“The chair back will hide them. Besides, it’s just a pile of clothes.”

The flashlight played over the yard and us again, then lit up the lower wall of the house. He didn’t seem interested in the house, probably because of the alarm stickers on every window and motion sensors visible inside. Instead, he walked along the pool edge, past us toward the shed at the far end of the yard. He was stalky and short.

“He’s probably here for the power tools,” she said. “There’s a workbench in there. And a ride-on mower.”

I gave her an inquisitive look. “I peeked through the window one night, okay? Stuff like tools and golf clubs are a hot target for thieves right now. They’re easier to fence than a lot of household stuff.”

I whispered, “Lives in a small town. Knows the law, and about burglars and fencing stolen goods…”

“Oh my god, not now!” she hissed. “My dad’s a cop, okay? I hear about these things.”

“Okay,” I said. “So while he’s busy breaking into the shed, we grab our clothes, throw them over the gate and climb over, all right?”

“No way. That bastard is not going to steal from—from these people. Or anyone else. Anyway, he’d be on us before we could both get over that gate. We’re going to stop him.”

A crafty look formed on her face. “Uh oh,” I said. “I know what you’re thinking of doing.”

She nodded. “We’ll do to him what I did to you.”

~~~~

We came up with a plan. Not a good one, but nothing I said persuaded her to just run.

The man pulled a pair of small bolt cutters from his backpack. He squatted, working to cut the padlock on the shed door.

I crawled along the hedge to get parallel with the deep end of the pool. She crawled the other way—towards the shallow end nearest the house.

She stepped into a wedge of streetlight, standing tall.

“Hey, big guy,” she called. “Stealing isn’t nice, you know.”

The burglar whirled and stood.

“Well, look at you,” he said. “We got some kind of hippie nudist here. Hands up, missy.”

“You serious?” she said, holding her arms out from her sides. “Think I’m hiding a gun somewhere?”

He began walking towards her along the side of the pool. “Don’t get smart, girl. And stay right there. You live here?”

“I sneaked in to use the pool,” she said. “Want to skinny dip with me?”

“Oh, honey,” he said, “I’m gonna do a lot more than that.” From his baggy pants he pulled a hunting knife, holding it low and in front of him.

We didn’t count on him being armed. She said most burglars weren’t because it compounded the charges if they were caught. The plan was for me to rush him and body check him into the pool, but the knife changed everything. I needed a weapon of my own. Or maybe… a shield?

The guy probably didn’t expect a naked guy to rush out of the dark carrying a chaise lounge sideways. The lounge was awkward, but luckily it was tubular metal and not that heavy.

He raised his knife just as I hit him full speed. He toppled backward into the pool but got a death grip on the lounge chair. And I, foolishly, forgot to let go.

Both of us splooshed into the deep end, the lounge chair sideways half-floating between us. Desperately, he clawed at me over the top of it, but I heaved against it with my legs, shoving it against him sending him further out in the water while propelling myself backward towards the pool edge.

Then she was there, reaching down. “Give me your hand!”

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