Skinny dipping leads to sex in public place
Back in the late nineties and early noughties, as you may have figured from my other stories, I was a student at the University of Surrey. I went to Uni as a mature student and was in fact 27 when I started in 1998. Anyway, as you will imagine, it was a bit like picking fruit in an orchard as far as hooking impressionable young girls was concerned.
Given their new found freedom and since they're all away from home for the first time, I felt it was my duty to help them gain as much confidence and experience as possible in the bedroom department. In fact, there's probably a good few guys around who don't realise how much I taught their wives all those years ago!
Anyway, the easy ones don't stick in your mind do they and looking back now, there's only one or two that are worth putting pen to paper for.
One was a friend of mine, who we'll call Clare. This is a different Clare to my neighbour and a very different kettle of fish altogether.
Now Clare was also a bit of a mature student, but still not as old as me and if I'm honest, she wasn't at all what you'd look for in a girlfriend or as wife material, but she just had something about her that made me want to fuck her brains out. She was, I think, 23 when we started at uni and she had a size 12 arse, with size 10 top half, made up of a thin waist, flat tummy, small perky tits (so small she didn't wear a bra a lot of the time, just a little vest top) and a great naughty smile. She had lovely smooth skin with a great complexion and glossy jet black hair, which was cut in a bob and always well groomed.
Being a bit older, Clare was like me in that she had to work to support herself and she did this by working in coffee shops and so forth for the first couple of years, then went away in year 3 for a placement year.
During this year out, I also had a placement year, but I stayed living in Guildford. One weekend in the summer, we had a barbecue type party arranged and Clare came back to our gaff for a few days. In the end, on the Saturday night, the party was a bit of a damp squib, since not that many people were about or didn't want to travel and by 11.00pm, nearly all had faded away, leaving me and Clare to work out how to enjoy the rest of the evening.
As it was August, it was a hot night and one or other of us (I genuinely can't remember which) suggested we go down the river for a swim. Now we used to live about 1/2 mile from the River Wey and more importantly the boat club, near the Row Barge pub, which gives easy access to the river.
10 minutes later, I'd quickly changed into a pair of joggers with nothing underneath and a t-shirt and Clare and I are ambling off towards the river, with a bottle of rouge as our only companion.
Now, I'd wanted to have my way with Clare since the day I met her and recognised this as the chance I had been waiting for. You know what uni can be like, lots of friends and no time alone sometimes, so this year out was a good opportunity to get a few things sorted and Clare was one of them! I'd had a crafty feel of her tits and a bit of a snog one night before, but never got off first base with her, but inside I knew tonight was the night. My plan was to get her down the river, both get our kit off to "swim" then bottle the swimming and fuck each other on the river bank.
We got down to the river and sat on the bank (it's more a little jetty right there, as the boat club launches there) chatting and enjoying the peace of the night, the warm weather and the red wine. We were chatting about going for a swim and I realised Clare was loosing her bottle, and no matter what I said, she wasn't going to be first to take anything off. I told her I couldn't believe she was being so shy, as she was usually full of it! Eager to get the show on the road, I slipped off my joggers and trainers and sat there in just my t shirt. Clare was sitting next to me, glanced down and suddenly realised I had no boxers on and there's my cock rising up to welcome her gaze and growing all the time as I finally got to flaunt my cock and bollocks at this sext young thing. As an aside, I'd tried flashing her once before, when she came with me to Debenhams to get some jeans, but the store attendant realised what was going on with her there and me messing about with the curtain, so I'd had to leave it alone.
"That's bigger than I thought it would be" she said gamely, so I laid back on the river bank so she could get a proper look.
"Your turn then. You should at least lose your vest, before I take anything more off" I said, but she knew my game and wasn't ready for any shenanigans yet.
"You get in the water then and I'll join you" she says "or else we'll end up fucking here and not doing any swimming"
At least I knew then that we were both on the same page and I revised my plan from to swim first, get out and have her on the bank of the river.
So I slipped my t shirt off and slid into the cool water. I remember feeling the muddy bottom of the river, but it was surprisingly firm and level to walk on. It wasn't very deep either and my cock was now fully hard and bobbing about just below the surface of the water, although in truth it was pretty dark and I guess she couldn't see it by then.
"Your turn then" I said flicking a bit of water her way.
With that, Clare lifted her sweatshirt off over her head and slipped out of her jeans. She now sat there in just a white vest top, which clung to her firm body and showed the outline of her nipples sticking out and some little white panties. I later found out her knickers were a smooth cotton thong, but in the soft orange glow from the distant street lights, all I could see was the colour.
"I might get in like this" said Clare trying to worm out of getting her kit off fully and dangling her feet in the water as if she was going to slide into the river.
"No way" I said "I'm bollock naked here so you should be too. Anyways you'll regret getting your undies wet when we're walking back".
"Okay, I'll do it. The trouble is it turns me on getting naked in public places" she said with a nervous giggle?
"It does me too" I replied. I was now wanking my cock under the water, but it was obvious what I was doing and as I watched, Clare lifted her bottom a little then bent her knees up to her chin and slipped her panties down and off. She dropped her toes into the water and I could see a generous jet black bush as she then slipped her vest top off over her head and exposed her firm breasts to me for the first time. I could see her nipples were about the size of a 10p piece, very pale pink and sticking out like little pencil erasers. She instinctively and self consciously covered them with her hands but smiled then slid into the water when I said "mmmm, they're lovely. I've waited 3 years to see them little titties".
We messed about in the water for a few minutes, but Clare said she needed a piss and for some bizarre reason didn't want to do it in the water. I got out first and sat on the bank again, with my feet in the water still. Clare came over and asked me to give her a pull her out, but before I did, she realised she was face to face with my still hard cock. Without further ado, she bent forward and took the length right down her throat, there and then.
In all truth she had a lot to learn about sucking cock, but she gave it a good go and played with my ball bag whilst she was at it, but wouldn't slip a finger up my arse. After a bit she said she needed to stop as she was ready to piss, so I helped her out and she disappeared into some nearby bushes and refused to let me watch, but I heard her gushing away anyway.
When she came back I was fit to burst and when she came over to sit down beside me, it was my turn to be face to face with her muff. I reckon she was 26 by then, but you wouldn't know it from her pussy. She hadn't yet developed the bulging lips and beef curtains that women get when they reach full maturity, but even so, as she sat down beside me I couldn't stop myself from going down there and getting to work with my tongue.
As I sit here now all these years later, I can still remember her laid there in the orange glow, with her legs apart, knees bent up so her heels were up near her arse allowing me in, then parting her pubes with my fingers and dipping my head forward to slip my tongue into her sweet slot.
When I think of the smell and the sensation of the smooth skin on the inside of her pussy, slippery with a combination of the wetness of the river, her piss and her natural juices on my tongue it makes me ache to see her again and bury my cock in her one more time.
I tongued away at her wet hole for a while and played around on her lips, then parted her lips properly with my fingers, exposing her clitoris fully for a tongue lashing as well. Once I got going on her clit she dug her nails into my head and moaned from deep inside her throat. I slipped a couple of fingers up inside her too and felt her fanny muscles tense as she prepared to release her orgasm. Within seconds I was rewarded with the sweet warm juices as they washed down onto my chin. I pulled my fingers out and dropped down a bit, pushed my tongue right into her hole as deep as I could to suck the juices out and at the same time, put the two fingers I had pulled out up into her mouth, for her to clean up, which she greedily did.
I took her there and then in the missionary position, on the river bank and made her cum again, this time just as I blew my load into her. When we'd finished, we got dressed again (Clare put her thong in her jeans pocket) and finished off the wine, before starting to amble back to our place.
As we were walking back, we were talking about how we both liked the exhibitionist aspect of this and, as we turned into a little pedestrian alleyway which cut through to our street, Clare whipped her vest top off again and said "see, I just love it, this turns me on so much".
"I know" I said "it turns me on too" and with that it took everything off right there and dared her to as well. "Let's walk the rest of the way back home naked then" I challenged.
Clare slipped off her little pumps, dropped her jeans and stepped, albeit a little unsteadily, back into her footwear. "C'mon then" she said, setting off at a brisk trot, holding her boobs from bouncing - not that they needed it mind!
I can still picture that gorgeous arse jiggling as I followed her down the road.
After about 50 yards, as car came round the corner towards us, which I instantly recognised as belonging to one of my neighbours.
Clare stopped abruptly, stood facing the car and spread her arms and legs wide, showing what was to her a random stranger, everything she had to offer.
I joined her, but turned my head away for fear of being recognised!
As the car cruised by, I turned back just in time to see my elderly neighbour and his equally aged wife gawping open mouthed at us both.
As soon as they had passed, we carried on and got back to mine without further incident. I fucked her again on the picnic table in the middle of the back lawn for good luck, before going inside.
I had another dabble with her a few months later, but she then started seeing some other guy, but like I said, she wasn't wife material really. She was a really good fun mate and I have some great memories of her naked body and my only regret is not shaving her minge that night whilst I probably had the chance, because I would then have got the full feel of her sloppy lips against my own, without all that bush.
Given their new found freedom and since they're all away from home for the first time, I felt it was my duty to help them gain as much confidence and experience as possible in the bedroom department. In fact, there's probably a good few guys around who don't realise how much I taught their wives all those years ago!
Anyway, the easy ones don't stick in your mind do they and looking back now, there's only one or two that are worth putting pen to paper for.
One was a friend of mine, who we'll call Clare. This is a different Clare to my neighbour and a very different kettle of fish altogether.
Now Clare was also a bit of a mature student, but still not as old as me and if I'm honest, she wasn't at all what you'd look for in a girlfriend or as wife material, but she just had something about her that made me want to fuck her brains out. She was, I think, 23 when we started at uni and she had a size 12 arse, with size 10 top half, made up of a thin waist, flat tummy, small perky tits (so small she didn't wear a bra a lot of the time, just a little vest top) and a great naughty smile. She had lovely smooth skin with a great complexion and glossy jet black hair, which was cut in a bob and always well groomed.
Being a bit older, Clare was like me in that she had to work to support herself and she did this by working in coffee shops and so forth for the first couple of years, then went away in year 3 for a placement year.
During this year out, I also had a placement year, but I stayed living in Guildford. One weekend in the summer, we had a barbecue type party arranged and Clare came back to our gaff for a few days. In the end, on the Saturday night, the party was a bit of a damp squib, since not that many people were about or didn't want to travel and by 11.00pm, nearly all had faded away, leaving me and Clare to work out how to enjoy the rest of the evening.
As it was August, it was a hot night and one or other of us (I genuinely can't remember which) suggested we go down the river for a swim. Now we used to live about 1/2 mile from the River Wey and more importantly the boat club, near the Row Barge pub, which gives easy access to the river.
10 minutes later, I'd quickly changed into a pair of joggers with nothing underneath and a t-shirt and Clare and I are ambling off towards the river, with a bottle of rouge as our only companion.
Now, I'd wanted to have my way with Clare since the day I met her and recognised this as the chance I had been waiting for. You know what uni can be like, lots of friends and no time alone sometimes, so this year out was a good opportunity to get a few things sorted and Clare was one of them! I'd had a crafty feel of her tits and a bit of a snog one night before, but never got off first base with her, but inside I knew tonight was the night. My plan was to get her down the river, both get our kit off to "swim" then bottle the swimming and fuck each other on the river bank.
We got down to the river and sat on the bank (it's more a little jetty right there, as the boat club launches there) chatting and enjoying the peace of the night, the warm weather and the red wine. We were chatting about going for a swim and I realised Clare was loosing her bottle, and no matter what I said, she wasn't going to be first to take anything off. I told her I couldn't believe she was being so shy, as she was usually full of it! Eager to get the show on the road, I slipped off my joggers and trainers and sat there in just my t shirt. Clare was sitting next to me, glanced down and suddenly realised I had no boxers on and there's my cock rising up to welcome her gaze and growing all the time as I finally got to flaunt my cock and bollocks at this sext young thing. As an aside, I'd tried flashing her once before, when she came with me to Debenhams to get some jeans, but the store attendant realised what was going on with her there and me messing about with the curtain, so I'd had to leave it alone.
"That's bigger than I thought it would be" she said gamely, so I laid back on the river bank so she could get a proper look.
"Your turn then. You should at least lose your vest, before I take anything more off" I said, but she knew my game and wasn't ready for any shenanigans yet.
"You get in the water then and I'll join you" she says "or else we'll end up fucking here and not doing any swimming"
At least I knew then that we were both on the same page and I revised my plan from to swim first, get out and have her on the bank of the river.
So I slipped my t shirt off and slid into the cool water. I remember feeling the muddy bottom of the river, but it was surprisingly firm and level to walk on. It wasn't very deep either and my cock was now fully hard and bobbing about just below the surface of the water, although in truth it was pretty dark and I guess she couldn't see it by then.
"Your turn then" I said flicking a bit of water her way.
With that, Clare lifted her sweatshirt off over her head and slipped out of her jeans. She now sat there in just a white vest top, which clung to her firm body and showed the outline of her nipples sticking out and some little white panties. I later found out her knickers were a smooth cotton thong, but in the soft orange glow from the distant street lights, all I could see was the colour.
"I might get in like this" said Clare trying to worm out of getting her kit off fully and dangling her feet in the water as if she was going to slide into the river.
"No way" I said "I'm bollock naked here so you should be too. Anyways you'll regret getting your undies wet when we're walking back".
"Okay, I'll do it. The trouble is it turns me on getting naked in public places" she said with a nervous giggle?
"It does me too" I replied. I was now wanking my cock under the water, but it was obvious what I was doing and as I watched, Clare lifted her bottom a little then bent her knees up to her chin and slipped her panties down and off. She dropped her toes into the water and I could see a generous jet black bush as she then slipped her vest top off over her head and exposed her firm breasts to me for the first time. I could see her nipples were about the size of a 10p piece, very pale pink and sticking out like little pencil erasers. She instinctively and self consciously covered them with her hands but smiled then slid into the water when I said "mmmm, they're lovely. I've waited 3 years to see them little titties".
We messed about in the water for a few minutes, but Clare said she needed a piss and for some bizarre reason didn't want to do it in the water. I got out first and sat on the bank again, with my feet in the water still. Clare came over and asked me to give her a pull her out, but before I did, she realised she was face to face with my still hard cock. Without further ado, she bent forward and took the length right down her throat, there and then.
In all truth she had a lot to learn about sucking cock, but she gave it a good go and played with my ball bag whilst she was at it, but wouldn't slip a finger up my arse. After a bit she said she needed to stop as she was ready to piss, so I helped her out and she disappeared into some nearby bushes and refused to let me watch, but I heard her gushing away anyway.
When she came back I was fit to burst and when she came over to sit down beside me, it was my turn to be face to face with her muff. I reckon she was 26 by then, but you wouldn't know it from her pussy. She hadn't yet developed the bulging lips and beef curtains that women get when they reach full maturity, but even so, as she sat down beside me I couldn't stop myself from going down there and getting to work with my tongue.
As I sit here now all these years later, I can still remember her laid there in the orange glow, with her legs apart, knees bent up so her heels were up near her arse allowing me in, then parting her pubes with my fingers and dipping my head forward to slip my tongue into her sweet slot.
When I think of the smell and the sensation of the smooth skin on the inside of her pussy, slippery with a combination of the wetness of the river, her piss and her natural juices on my tongue it makes me ache to see her again and bury my cock in her one more time.
I tongued away at her wet hole for a while and played around on her lips, then parted her lips properly with my fingers, exposing her clitoris fully for a tongue lashing as well. Once I got going on her clit she dug her nails into my head and moaned from deep inside her throat. I slipped a couple of fingers up inside her too and felt her fanny muscles tense as she prepared to release her orgasm. Within seconds I was rewarded with the sweet warm juices as they washed down onto my chin. I pulled my fingers out and dropped down a bit, pushed my tongue right into her hole as deep as I could to suck the juices out and at the same time, put the two fingers I had pulled out up into her mouth, for her to clean up, which she greedily did.
I took her there and then in the missionary position, on the river bank and made her cum again, this time just as I blew my load into her. When we'd finished, we got dressed again (Clare put her thong in her jeans pocket) and finished off the wine, before starting to amble back to our place.
As we were walking back, we were talking about how we both liked the exhibitionist aspect of this and, as we turned into a little pedestrian alleyway which cut through to our street, Clare whipped her vest top off again and said "see, I just love it, this turns me on so much".
"I know" I said "it turns me on too" and with that it took everything off right there and dared her to as well. "Let's walk the rest of the way back home naked then" I challenged.
Clare slipped off her little pumps, dropped her jeans and stepped, albeit a little unsteadily, back into her footwear. "C'mon then" she said, setting off at a brisk trot, holding her boobs from bouncing - not that they needed it mind!
I can still picture that gorgeous arse jiggling as I followed her down the road.
After about 50 yards, as car came round the corner towards us, which I instantly recognised as belonging to one of my neighbours.
Clare stopped abruptly, stood facing the car and spread her arms and legs wide, showing what was to her a random stranger, everything she had to offer.
I joined her, but turned my head away for fear of being recognised!
As the car cruised by, I turned back just in time to see my elderly neighbour and his equally aged wife gawping open mouthed at us both.
As soon as they had passed, we carried on and got back to mine without further incident. I fucked her again on the picnic table in the middle of the back lawn for good luck, before going inside.
I had another dabble with her a few months later, but she then started seeing some other guy, but like I said, she wasn't wife material really. She was a really good fun mate and I have some great memories of her naked body and my only regret is not shaving her minge that night whilst I probably had the chance, because I would then have got the full feel of her sloppy lips against my own, without all that bush.
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