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Taking a Dip With a Slippery Grip

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Taking a Dip With a Slippery Grip by Redbeard (Redbeard2k@hotmail.com)My wife, (let's call her) Tina and I were camping for a weekend this summer. This particular camp had a rather large pond all to itself. My wife is ~5'4", blonde, about a 34 or 36 C cup. Singer/dancer. I'm 5'10" dark hair, beard (red, hence the name), and probably 7-8" depending how stiff I am... Tina suggested we go for a mid-morning dip in the pond. Since the showers cost money, and the dog was sufficiently tired to leave alone, we sauntered down to the beach and went in. The water was pretty comfortable, temperature wise. Not many others in the pond. maybe a dozen kids with some watchful parents a couple hundred feet off to one side, where the slide was. Another couple in a small boat by the far side of the pond. Tina got a mischievous look in her eye... By this time we were up to our shoulders/neck depth. I started to move backword, but of course I let her catch me. I had already slipped my trucks down far enough for my engorged member to stand up. She grabbed a hold, and looked around, talking softly and asking if I thought anyone could tell what we were up to. People were too far away to hear our whispers, and from that angle, they certainly couldn't see under the surface. I suspect that if anyone was as filthy-minded as we are, they might suspect something, since we were 'swimming' face to face for a while... But I digress... She started pumping my woody up and down as I gently tread water. I have to admire her endurance -- I'm not easy to bring off this way. In fact she was pumpng for a long while before she needed to break and actually swim for a moment. I just sort of massaged it myself a little bit. Ladies, if your guy doesn't come as quickly from your hand as you think he should, don't stress. There are just certain motions and contact spots which are more effective than others, and it takes a long time to learn them. Guys have had a lifetime of practice on themselves, and (I suspect) each guy's a little different. But as long as he stays stiff, I can guarantee you he's enjoying what you're doing for him. So Tina wandered back for round two. She grabbed my rod and started in quickly. Once or twice she hit the good spots -- just hitting a little more of the glans now and then. This time I tried to reciprocate and reached for her snatch. She still had her one-piece covering all, but her lips could feel my finger through the cloth. I could tell by her reaction. I diddled, and dabbled, and dawdled a little there until she grabbed my shoulder and suppressed a whimper. Then she went back to work on me. All the while it looked as though the world around us was paying absolutely no attention. (Which is good because it would have easily scared Tina off.) This time however, she started talking to me as her hand moved quicker over my raging rod. She started telling me what she wanted to do to me, and what she wanted me to do to her. This, quite predictably, helped me reach my boiling point. The sound of the outside, and her telling me all sorts of naughty things, combined with the contact of her hand on my warm meaty flesh... along with the sight of my beautiful wife smiling wickedly at me and licking her lips... I was finally reaching my limit. I started to tilt onto my back (for some reason I much prefer these things horizontally) and I let my imagination soar in concert with what my senses were feeding me. And then she hit those good spots a couple more times and I was over the edge. I came. I can't tell how much or how far since it was under water, but it doesn't matter. My wife gave me her time and effort to please me and it's fantastic any way it comes. Tina started moving back saying "I think I'll move away from this particular area" referring to my juices, which at this location would not have been welcome on her suimsuit or hair. I agreed, and sort of treaded water backwards as I drained my shaft of anything it had held back. We eventually got out after more swimming; the rest of the camp none-the-wiser for our fun. I must pass on one note. To anyone who would duplicate what we'd done: Guys, take extra care in 'rinsing off' under water before you get out of the water. I still noticed some rather stubborn, sticky bits holding onto my belly for dear life. But I don't think anyone else saw the evidence. I can't wait until we go camping again.