I giggled when I noticed his erection had half-faded, that his balls had lowered. Everything was swinging more, swaying with each step he took. I wondered how inconvenient it must be to have to deal with that all the time, remembered my arm still wrapped under my boobs.
I slowed down a little and dropped my arm, letting the Girls swing freely as I moved. I suspect Dale would have liked to run the whole way, but he fell in beside me. His eyes weren’t entirely on the road.
“I think we’re home-free,” I said. Indeed, the trees on far end were only another minute away.
“Almost.”
I sensed him turn his head, looked up at him. He was openly admiring my boobs now, watching them shift and swing with every step. His eyes moved to mine and he smiled.
“I won’t apologize this time, Kat.”
I flushed, feeling a mixed rush of emotions at that. I knew I should make at least a token objection. Men shouldn’t openly stare at women’s bodies. It’s rude, right? I shrugged mentally; just being part of this event put me two stares and a gawp outside of normal societal rules and expectations. It was a given that I would be stared at if I was discovered.
Besides, I’d just been admiring his wobbly bits. I blushed deeper as my body made the decision for me.
We slowed as the causeway entered a patch of deciduous trees. I was covered in a sheen of perspiration and it was nice being in the cooler shade. I stopped and fished inside my sack for some water before looking at Dale. He, too, was covered in sweat. And his eyes were not on the Girls anymore; his eyes had moved to my waist level, then a bit lower.
He wasn’t half-hard anymore. His manhood was fully up, hard and promising.
I shivered inside, shook my head and reached out with my hand, touched the side of his head.
“Dale… I’m… We need to get that fourth number.”
He lifted his gaze up to meet my eyes.
“I know, Kat. I know. But you’re too lovely to simply ignore.”
I dropped my eyes to his erection, snickered.
“So are you.” I looked up at him. “But we do need to go.”
The map showed that we were close, maybe 500 meters away. Presuming that there weren’t any recently-formed lakes between there and where we were, it looked like a quick leg.
And it was. Fifteen easy minutes on a compass bearing — no cliffs, no swamps, no wide open spaces — and we broke out of the trees, with the small lake we’d been looking for right in front of us. I could see the stake with its orange and white tag from where I stood.
Five minutes later and we’d each copied that final number.
“That trail,” Dale said then, pointing. “That one should lead us to the finish point. It’s not far.”
I looked up at the sun. I didn’t have a watch, of course, but it looked like early-to-mid-afternoon. We’d been some of the first ones off the bus.
“Dale,” I said. “We’ve made it, almost. Are we in a hurry now?”
“I guess not.” He lay down, face to the sky, and spread his arms and legs for a moment before tucking his hands under his head. His eyes examined me again as he lay there.
“Good, ’cause I’m hot and the water’s right there.”
I took off my shoes and socks, tossed my hat on top of my sack and waded in. It was cool, delightful.
“So,” I said, wiggling my toes in the water, “is this your kink, Dale?”
Still lying on his back, a slight smile on his face, he turned his head towards me.
“Mmm?”
“I said, is this your normal kink? Running through the forest stark naked? Dodging park rangers? Hiding in bushes? Ogling passing redheads?”
He sat up.
“There are worse,” he smiled. “There’s some pretty spectacular scenery out here, if a guy knows where to look.”
His eyes caught mine, then dropped, quite deliberately, to the Girls. They lingered there for a slow five-count, then rose to my eyes again.
I laughed, waded in, slipped under the water and swam for a bit.
The water was only up to Dale’s knees when I surfaced.
“C’mon, you sissy!” I shouted and broke into a brisk crawl to reach him. I stopped just short, ran my hands over my eyes to clear the water. I gave a slight screech as he launched himself, landing with a massive splash just beside me.
He surfaced, shaking his head like a dog. And everything I’d been feeling all day, everything beginning and building and growing, it all crystalized in an instant.
I grabbed his head, pulled him towards me, corked his bray of laughter with my lips on his.
His body stiffened for a split second, then those strong arms came around me, pulled me in as his lips ground into mine. My tongue swept along them and they opened, his tongue dancing with mine.
I ran my hands up and down his back, gave a small gasp of pleasure as one of his hands swept down, caught my bum and squeezed gently. I felt a shimmer up and down my body, felt my arousal burst into full flame.
I pulled my head away, looked around. There was a patch of what looked like soft grass near the shore, a couple of steps from where we had left our shoes.
My hands dropped from Dale’s back. I looked up to him, smiling brightly.
Second later, giggling like schoolchildren, we were splashing our way through the shallows. I laughed as Dale slapped my bottom. Less than hard, more than gentle, it felt good for some reason. Reassuring, maybe?
I was still ankle-deep when Dale bent, scooped my up in his arms without missing a step.
I liked that, too. I’m an independent, grown-up woman and I found was delighted to be carried by a big, strong man, if only for a few steps. It too was comforting, supportive. It was almost a promise of sorts.
Dale stopped, ankle-deep in soft grass and let me down. My feet warm in the sun-blessed grass, I leaned up, kissed him, felt my heart skip a beat when he ran his hand softly over my cheek.
I saw no need for any kind of social fencing. I dropped to the grass, rolled onto my back and spread my arms and legs in welcome. Dale knelt between my legs, bent forward and surprised me by planting a series of fairy kisses along my inner thigh, then repeated it on my other leg before sliding up, trailing kisses on my stomach, ribs, between my breasts, on my collarbone and neck until, finally, finally, he was lying full-length on me. His weight felt wonderful, welcome; his kisses were even better. I wrapped my hands around his head, felt my nipples and labia swell as his tongue explored, wove around mine.
He pulled back, sowing more soft kisses on my breasts and tummy as he sank between my legs. My head fell back, my eyes closed and I gave a small cry as his tongue tip began to make its way along my delighted sex, rapid flicks, up and down, over and over.
His beard tickled a little as he moved; I couldn’t resist a small giggle, but the feeling of his tongue on my ladybits was almost electric. I couldn’t believe how arousing each tiny touch made me, pushing me higher and ever higher. I felt my breasts wobble as I squirmed in pleasure. I began to gasp, moaning softly.
He rose slightly, dragging his tongue up onto my abdomen, swirling around my belly, rose to my breasts. He caught one of them in a hand, squeezed softly, mounding it, sweeping its softness under his hard, loving hand. Now the other one. Now back. My nipples were swollen, hard, expectant. His mouth found one, kissed it gently and I could feel his lips all the way down to my applauding pussy. His tongue swirled around and around, flicked it and I hissed with pleasure as he nipped it gently, pulled it between careful white teeth, releasing it only to find its twin on my other boob.