The Lake Day

Every summer, some friends of mine had a big party at one of the friend's cabin at a lake. It was a fun time that would start with some drinking early in the day, and for some of us would end in some skinny dipping once it got dark. This happened of those summers.

It was mid afternoon and most of us were escaping the heat, swimming just off the shore. I'm pretty tall, so once I'm tired of swimming I just put my feet down and stand, sometimes on my tip toes, which for me is almost in six feet of water and a fair distance from the others.

I was standing and watching the others swimming, splashing, and having fun when one of my friend's dates swam up to me and, with a smile, asked if she could "use me to rest". She was tall and quite attractive, and I always liked her. "Sure", I said.

So she swam up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders and just let herself hang there.

I could feel her breasts pressed against my back, and I think that's what got me going. Watching my other friends swimming, splashing, having their fun, and feeling her breasts pressed against me I started to get turned on.

I reached down and shifted myself, as my erection was pressing against my swim trunks uncomfortably.

We were idly chatting. About what now, I can't remember. She didn't seem to notice that I'd adjusted myself, or at least she gave no indication that she did. So, turned on and emboldened by a few beers and feeling risque I slowly--ever so slowly--reached down and pulled my trunks down to hook the waistband just under my scrotum. With my hard cock free in the water, I started stroking myself really slowly.

I thought I was hiding what I was doing pretty well, but I must have underestimated the movement my shoulder was making. I knew she couldn't see--even if she was standing in front of me the water was murky enough from the sediment that one couldn't see what I was doing. But she kicked in the water a little, putting her head right next to my ear, and she whispered.

"Oh, myyyyyy. What are you dooooooooing?" she asked in an amused purr, followed by a really sexy giggle.

She reached around me, fumbled, and pushed my hand out of the way. I felt her hand as she groped around. First grabbing my scrotum and giving them a gentle squeeze and fondle. Then, still fumbling a bit, she felt my cock and gave me a gentle squeeze.

"Oh," she whispered.

I thought she was going to tell, swim away, be offended--a thousand scenarios went through my mind at that moment except the one that actually happened.

She adjusted herself in the water, pushing herself higher and holding onto my shoulders tighter with her left arm. And with her left hand she started stroking me very, very slowly.

I was in agony. She was going far too slowly. But at the same time it felt so, so good.

Suddenly, she stopped. I thought she was going to stop for good, but she reached up and behind me, she pulled her right breast out of her top and pressed it against my back. I scanned the crowd, nervously, and saw that nobody else could see what was going on. She rested her chin on my left shoulder and pushed her right breast and nipple against my back.

And then her hand went back to stroking me. Too slowly. Far, far too slowly. Except it felt fantastic.

I wanted to thrust. I wanted to move my hand and guide her, but I just stood there, breathing deeply, enjoying the moment.

My balls started to feel pressure, and I could feel myself getting really close. I ached.

She must have felt it. She suddenly just stopped and withdrew her hand, a mere two or three tugs from my orgasm. She reached between the two of us, and I felt her shift her right breast back into her top and then suddenly she let go of me and with a couple kicks in the water, she swam around me and then in front of me.

Looking at me while she did a slow back stroke, toward shore, her smile was a mile wide. She knew exactly what she had just done to me.

"You bitch!" I mouthed as I playfully feigned hurt, and she laughed and splashed me and then swam back to join the others.

I wish I could say that I finished myself off, but I didn't. I took a moment, then reached down and pulled up my swim shorts and tied them as discretely as I'd pulled them down. I waited until I was completely soft, then swam to join the others and get another beer.

Sometimes the climax, after-all, is anti-climatic.