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Born a Nature Girl on the farm & always in her happy place when her feet are on the grass or in the sand, Ros Banksia-Smith has evolved her DNA to be equally at home with bricks & mortar as she shares her creativity in contemporary expressions & constructs across the global village.Love Always Appears is Ros's Awakening journey yet one many of us will deeply resonate with as we walk with her through this episode.A renowned Author, speaker, philanthropist and awarded Interior Designer, Ros has a strong passion for making a difference through design. Woven amongst her professional career, Ros has faced numerous life challenges on opposite ends of the spectrum that have cracked her wide open. From her body in breakdown, finding a deep inner strength enduring Chemotherapy to the decision of packing up her life in 6 weeks, moving to live in Bali and setting new foundations Body Mind Spirit!They say Life doesn't gift you what you can't handle, as an Empath, even a ripple on the pond can be felt as a tidal wave! Ros Banksia-Smith has surfed the ripples & waves with courage & an intrepid vision to what miracles of Creativity lie in the adventures of discovery within & without.Quoting Glennon Doyle - " You can do hard things" Ros believes that in opening our mind more to what our own personal gift is, we are opening our self to the Miracles of Creativity.Many people assume that success comes easily, but my journey has required courage, perseverance, and dedication. I've learned to navigate obstacles and stay focused on my goals. Ros shares;"Many people assume that success comes easily, but my journey has required courage, perseverance, and dedication. I've learned to navigate obstacles and stay focused on my goals.I hope that by sharing my story, I can help others understand that life's struggles are not defining moments, but rather opportunities to grow and rise above."Her book " COURAGE, I have chosen Life & Life has chosen me." is aptly titled!Much love Amanda & Jo xxGirl AwakeningMore about Ros Banksia - Smith here:Instagram:   https://instagram/ros_the_designerBook : COURAGE, I have chosen Life & Life has chosen me.https://www.amazon.com/COURAGE-have-chosen-life-has/dp/0646809229/#courage #perseverance #dedication #success #girlawakening #girlawakeningpodcast #girlawakeningyoutube #awakening #divine #divinefeminine #divinemasculine #soulawakening #podcast #spirituality #spiritualawakening #loveheals #empath #DNA #empathy #awareness #letthatshitgo #alignment #divinetiming #source #intuitivehealer #truthmatters #cancer #selfawareness #sensitive #soulgrowth #stayinyourlane #grounded #miracles #miracleseveryday #cancersurvivor #energy #interiordesign #sacredfeminine #quantumhealing #survivalkit #toolkit #interiordesigner #wellness #wellnessjourney #podcast #creativity #philanthropy #philanthropist

In this episode of 'This Daring Adventure' podcast, host Trista Guertin interviews Michelle Lucy, the owner of Nature Girl Expeditions. Operating in the Niagara region, Canada, Michelle shares her journey of starting the business during the COVID-19 pandemic, offering women-only outdoor activities, and creating connections through nature. They discuss the importance of female camaraderie, physical and mental wellness, and Michelle's expansion into international tours like hiking Machu Picchu and exploring the Amazon rainforest. Michelle's story emphasizes the significance of following one's passion, no matter the stage in life.You can find Michelle and Nature Girl Expeditions here:Nature Girl Expeditions | women onlyInstagramKey Moments:00:38 Meet Michelle Lucy of Nature Girl Expeditions01:39 The Birth and Growth of Nature Girl Expeditions03:48 Unique Offerings and Local Partnerships09:41 Expanding to International Adventures13:12 Balancing a Full-Time Job and a Passion Project19:50 Encouragement for Aspiring EntrepreneursResources for Trista:Book a Free Discovery Call and learn more about working with me and the Unstuck program: https://tristaguertincoachingsession.as.me/DiscoveryFollow Me on Instagram: tristavguertinSubscribe & ReviewIf you loved this episode, please take a minute to subscribe and leave a review on your favorite podcast platform. It helps more people like you find the show and start making real progress in their lives!

Desiree at the River. By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear! It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day, the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down the back roads away from school. I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!" Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up to something good. The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction, and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks, occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times. "Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?" "My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before he retired." "Does anyone come here?" "Nope. Didn't you see all the "No Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out unless they're family." "It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily. "It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon, let's get cool first and have a snack!" Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom. "Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!" "Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr. Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the year working on our projects!" "Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!" "Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to give her a squeeze. Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on my leg. "I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the world." She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies began to respond. With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad, luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed ogling. "That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You should try it." I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said eagerly. "You first!" I responded. She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped out of them and kicked them aside. It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well, suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily. "You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it last night thinking we might have a chance today!" "I Love it!" I said fervently. "Grab the towels," she commanded. Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them out of the bag. "Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did as she asked. "Put the other one right there," she said next, pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied, wondering what she was up to. "Now," she said with a smile, "what was that about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?" I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side. With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly, and then over the shiny patch she had shaved. "Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer look?" she asked encouragingly. I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt, stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there. I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze. "Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all around her labia. "Your gonna love it!" No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with kisses, relishing its silky feel. "Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love it!" She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking down at me through her lashes. Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going. I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue. Another happy noise came from above me. Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt, retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her, she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue. We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a little every time I licked her. "Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp the words out to answer. "Fuck, yes; give me more!" Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped in time with her thrusting. I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over again. "Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst within her. I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips. When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring directly into her eyes. "Well?" she asked. "Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with a grin. "I love how you feel against my skin when it's all shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to everything you did!" "I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so smooth and sexy." "I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones. With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin momentarily to gather her own deliciousness. "You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked playfully. "What's that?" I responded with an innocent look on my face. "Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how smooth and wet it is." I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms. "That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!" My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation. "Besides, I think I need to tease you for a while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited yet!" I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened. "Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I asked her. "Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer of padding. "Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for some payback!" I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around. "No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No one can help you. No one can hear your screams!" "Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I'll try to suffer in silence!" Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand, aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on my shaft. Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then moving back down to the base again. "Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and wet I feel?" My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love it!" "I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head, a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response. "Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an approaching orgasm. "I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled away. "Hey; you already had your turn!" she said indignantly. "Now I get mine!" With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around, keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue. She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into her mouth. My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me. "Fuck, Des, that feels so good!" She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well, and she paused to look back at me. "Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock rhythmically. "I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!" I gasped. "OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she turned back and resumed her suction. Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to overflow her mouth. Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft. "That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair. "That was the most cum ever!" she said with a snort and a laugh. "Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her, "so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too." "Yeah, that was fun!" "Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with the arm around her shoulders. "Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I could feel her smile against my chest. "Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh. Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were closed against the sunlight still, but I felt the warm breeze move her hair, and heard the soft chuckling of the water all around us. Contentment spread through every part of me, and I trailed my fingers along her upper arm. "I love you, Des" I said quietly. She released my cock and turned to look at me, bracing herself on her elbow. "I love you, too" she replied. The kiss this time was soft and loving. The frantic passion of the last hour was over for now, and we settled against each other peacefully. Prom Night at the Lake At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest "big" city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though; Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance. As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around. With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being "helpful" to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer. At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck; endless possibilities! Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs. "I want to fuck," she said in her usual blunt way, "but this water isn't good for that." My hard cock was nestled along her cunt, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant; pool water has a way of washing away lubrication. "What are you thinking?" I asked her. "Let's get in the lake and decide," she said with a smile. Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water. She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it. "Someone's eager!" she said with a laugh. One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time. Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up. "It's not time to cum yet!" she said with a smirk. I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake! Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed. "That was obnoxious!" I finally managed to say. "It worked!" was her response. "True," I said. "But it was still an evil thing to do!" Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head. "Sorry, then. I want you to last!" "I get it. I was so close, though!" She giggled and apologized again. I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit. My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet cunt there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment. At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred. "Des," I said. "I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?" "Seriously?" "Trust me." She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and tits, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly. She moaned again when my tongue returned to her cunt. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full tits emerge from the water, dripping silver. "Oh, God, please make me cum!" she begged. Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head; a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her ass, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach. "Oh, God, oh, God, Oh, fuck yes!" was her response. I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her cunt throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake. Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water. "That," she said quietly after a long time, "was uh-mazing!" She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her tits pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me. "You Do still owe me one!" I reminded her. "I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though." Always fair-minded, she was. "Where should we go?" I inquired. "I have an idea," she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me. Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that. "Des, " I began, "you are so, " "Horny!" she interjected with a wicked grin. "Come here and lie down!" Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My ass rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her tits like an offering. As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you right here and right now" she said in a lust-filled voice. "Good plan!" I croaked. "Let's see if you're as ready as I am, " she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft. "Yup, you're ready!" she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move. "Oh, fuck!" we both groaned at the same time. Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her tits hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her. I continued to suck and nibble on her tits as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight cunt gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her. Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her cunt, and the sensuous weight of her tits as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke. "Fuck, Des, I'm going to cum soon!" "Do it.." she said breathlessly, "do it! Fuck me, and cum in me, whenever you want!" "Oh, God Des!" I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her cunt. "Yes, yes, " she moaned encouragingly. "Give it to me!" As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows. "Happy Prom Night," I murmured next to her ear. "You, too!" she giggled in response. By outdoorhorny for Literotica.

Desiree at the River. By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear! It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day, the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down the back roads away from school. I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!" Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up to something good. The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction, and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks, occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times. "Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?" "My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before he retired." "Does anyone come here?" "Nope. Didn't you see all the "No Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out unless they're family." "It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily. "It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon, let's get cool first and have a snack!" Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom. "Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!" "Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr. Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the year working on our projects!" "Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!" "Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to give her a squeeze. Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on my leg. "I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the world." She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies began to respond. With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad, luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed ogling. "That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You should try it." I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said eagerly. "You first!" I responded. She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped out of them and kicked them aside. It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well, suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily. "You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it last night thinking we might have a chance today!" "I Love it!" I said fervently. "Grab the towels," she commanded. Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them out of the bag. "Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did as she asked. "Put the other one right there," she said next, pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied, wondering what she was up to. "Now," she said with a smile, "what was that about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?" I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side. With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly, and then over the shiny patch she had shaved. "Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer look?" she asked encouragingly. I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt, stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there. I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze. "Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all around her labia. "Your gonna love it!" No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with kisses, relishing its silky feel. "Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love it!" She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking down at me through her lashes. Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going. I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue. Another happy noise came from above me. Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt, retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her, she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue. We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a little every time I licked her. "Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp the words out to answer. "Fuck, yes; give me more!" Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped in time with her thrusting. I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over again. "Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst within her. I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips. When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring directly into her eyes. "Well?" she asked. "Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with a grin. "I love how you feel against my skin when it's all shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to everything you did!" "I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so smooth and sexy." "I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones. With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin momentarily to gather her own deliciousness. "You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked playfully. "What's that?" I responded with an innocent look on my face. "Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how smooth and wet it is." I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms. "That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!" My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation. "Besides, I think I need to tease you for a while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited yet!" I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened. "Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I asked her. "Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer of padding. "Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for some payback!" I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around. "No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No one can help you. No one can hear your screams!" "Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I'll try to suffer in silence!" Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand, aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on my shaft. Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then moving back down to the base again. "Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and wet I feel?" My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love it!" "I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head, a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response. "Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an approaching orgasm. "I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled away. "Hey; you already had your turn!" she said indignantly. "Now I get mine!" With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around, keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue. She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into her mouth. My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me. "Fuck, Des, that feels so good!" She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well, and she paused to look back at me. "Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock rhythmically. "I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!" I gasped. "OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she turned back and resumed her suction. Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to overflow her mouth. Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft. "That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair. "That was the most cum ever!" she said with a snort and a laugh. "Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her, "so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too." "Yeah, that was fun!" "Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with the arm around her shoulders. "Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I could feel her smile against my chest. "Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh. Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were closed against the sunlight still, but I felt the warm breeze move her hair, and heard the soft chuckling of the water all around us. Contentment spread through every part of me, and I trailed my fingers along her upper arm. "I love you, Des" I said quietly. She released my cock and turned to look at me, bracing herself on her elbow. "I love you, too" she replied. The kiss this time was soft and loving. The frantic passion of the last hour was over for now, and we settled against each other peacefully. Prom Night at the Lake At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest "big" city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though; Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance. As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around. With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being "helpful" to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer. At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck; endless possibilities! Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs. "I want to fuck," she said in her usual blunt way, "but this water isn't good for that." My hard cock was nestled along her cunt, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant; pool water has a way of washing away lubrication. "What are you thinking?" I asked her. "Let's get in the lake and decide," she said with a smile. Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water. She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it. "Someone's eager!" she said with a laugh. One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time. Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up. "It's not time to cum yet!" she said with a smirk. I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake! Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed. "That was obnoxious!" I finally managed to say. "It worked!" was her response. "True," I said. "But it was still an evil thing to do!" Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head. "Sorry, then. I want you to last!" "I get it. I was so close, though!" She giggled and apologized again. I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit. My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet cunt there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment. At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred. "Des," I said. "I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?" "Seriously?" "Trust me." She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and tits, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly. She moaned again when my tongue returned to her cunt. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full tits emerge from the water, dripping silver. "Oh, God, please make me cum!" she begged. Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head; a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her ass, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach. "Oh, God, oh, God, Oh, fuck yes!" was her response. I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her cunt throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake. Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water. "That," she said quietly after a long time, "was uh-mazing!" She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her tits pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me. "You Do still owe me one!" I reminded her. "I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though." Always fair-minded, she was. "Where should we go?" I inquired. "I have an idea," she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me. Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that. "Des, " I began, "you are so, " "Horny!" she interjected with a wicked grin. "Come here and lie down!" Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My ass rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her tits like an offering. As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you right here and right now" she said in a lust-filled voice. "Good plan!" I croaked. "Let's see if you're as ready as I am, " she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft. "Yup, you're ready!" she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move. "Oh, fuck!" we both groaned at the same time. Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her tits hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her. I continued to suck and nibble on her tits as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight cunt gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her. Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her cunt, and the sensuous weight of her tits as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke. "Fuck, Des, I'm going to cum soon!" "Do it.." she said breathlessly, "do it! Fuck me, and cum in me, whenever you want!" "Oh, God Des!" I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her cunt. "Yes, yes, " she moaned encouragingly. "Give it to me!" As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows. "Happy Prom Night," I murmured next to her ear. "You, too!" she giggled in response. By outdoorhorny for Literotica.

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Finally connecting with a high-school friend. by outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with–in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's bow. Full breasts and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter. We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders. That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns. She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie. It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house–that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather. When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing–her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well–some of our friends didn't get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well. Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me. When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well. “Wow–you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me. “Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice. “I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!” “No problem–I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.” “Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!” I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?” She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her breasts pressing against me closely. “Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good.” I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery. “Des,” I told her, “I'm sorry about that…you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn't help but look at you!” A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again. “Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful before?” “Oh…no…not at all!” Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days? “So tell me, dude…how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?” At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn't stop myself. “Since day one of school,” I told her earnestly. I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared. “So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?” she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent. “Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time…I just never get a chance to tell you.” “I can see why you're such a hit with the moms,” she murmured just before we entered the den. She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party. The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents–again, my mother's training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to my embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, “Isn't he great?” in a loud voice. “And handsome?” “Oh, he certainly is!” Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face. “Well, goodnight…thanks again for having me,” I muttered and headed for the door. Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter. “I'm sorry–I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!” “No big deal,” I assured her somewhat truthfully. “It's your mom–she's just a little…” “I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing…” “You ARE very great and handsome,” she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction. “Des,” I replied in a low voice, “I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so…it's just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize…” My words trailed off. “Realize what?” she asked, holding herself just inches from my face. “How much I want to do this,” I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist. Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. “Far out!” she said softly. Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again. Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core. “I've got to help my mom,” she said apologetically. “I've got to get home, too,” I told her. “I don't want to go, though…” “I know…I don't want you to go!” Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. “I guess we'll have to finish this some other time,” she said. “Yeah…definitely!” I said urgently. “Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow,” she said quietly. She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot. Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing. The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist. “Yes?” she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Good morning, miss,” I said earnestly. “Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me…” “You're disgusting!” Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. “You probably would go after my mom!” “Not when you're here,” I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me. Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion. “Come upstairs,” she said after pulling back to catch her breath. “Parents?” I asked. “Gone for the day” she replied with a wicked smile. “Good!” I said fervently. “Let's go!” She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run up stairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went–the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle. When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door. “You can come in,” she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips. I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her. “This is where I wanted to bring you last night,” she said. “Once I saw you with my mom…” “Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you noticed me, finally!” “I always noticed you…we just had other stuff going on.” “Yeah,” I replied with my usual brilliance. “So now…” she began. “Now I'm all yours!” I told her with my best smile. “Good. I want to show you something!” I nodded and told her “Anything you want!” Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted one knee up onto the bedspread. “After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done.” She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full breasts under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes. “I was wishing you were here with me,” she continued. “So I threw my clothes over there.” She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. “And then I climbed into bed…” Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her breasts as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration. “And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me…” I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me. “I got so fucking horny!” she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her breasts: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them. Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion. “Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly…I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this.” Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her pussy. “Show me…” I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation. Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her breasts. Again, she spoke as she played with herself: “My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!” Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound. “Sometimes…” she resumed, “I put my fingers inside to get them wetter.” Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. “Is that what you would have done to me last night?” “God, yes!” I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more. “I would have started like that, Des…I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're doing it now!” “What else?” she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed. “I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you,” I said. “Oh,…I love that idea!” she assured me with a sexy smile. Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. “I do that all the time!” she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off. As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say–my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well. Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. “When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night,” she began, “you weren't wearing all those clothes!” As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her! When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully–wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal. “What were you going to do to me?” she asked enticingly. In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices. Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with your tongue!” With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using my thumbs to caress her pussy lips as I worked away at her. Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin in her hips and thighs. She bent forward to embrace my head fully, her breasts crushed against my hair as I ground into her. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…I'm gonna cum!” she hissed above me. I didn't pause to reply, wanting only to drive her over the edge. Instead, I rubbed her clit harder with my nose from side to side and lashed her inner walls with the tip of my tongue. That did it. “Oh fuck!” Des cried out happily as her whole body froze. Her thighs clamped down on my head, her arms gathering me in even tighter, and her hips rocked forward to drive herself against me one last time. Barely able to breath, I held my position for a long minute, sucking gently on her pussy to gather every drop of her sweet juices. When she began to breathe again, Des pulled me up to her lips. I rose to stand in front of the bed, and her arms stayed wrapped around my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue breaking away from mine to taste herself on my lips, my chin, and all around. Finally, she let me go and I stood up straighter, grinning down at her flushed face, her dark hair dampened by her exertions. Des looked up at me, grinning as well, then wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. “That was better than I imagined last night!” she said happily against my abs. I stroked her hair and said, “Good. I've been wanting to do that for…like, forever!” She giggled happily in response and hugged me tighter for a moment. Then she tilted her head up, her chin resting just below my sternum. Her eyes were dark and wide and beautiful and I looked directly down into them, lost in a mixture of lust and love and happiness. “Is that all you've been wanting to do?” she asked me teasingly. At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest “big” city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though–Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance. As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around. With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being “helpful” to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer. At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck–endless possibilities! Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs. “I want to fuck,” she said in her usual blunt way, “but this water isn't good for that.” My hard cock was nestled along her pussy, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant–pool water has a way of washing away lubrication. “What are you thinking?” I asked her. “Let's get in the lake and decide,” she said with a smile. Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water. She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it. “Someone's eager!” she said with a laugh. One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time. Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up. “It's not time to cum yet!” she said with a smirk. I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake! Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed. “That was obnoxious!” I finally managed to say. “It worked!” was her response. “True,” I said. “But it was still an evil thing to do!” Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head. “Sorry, then. I want you to last!” “I get it. I was so close, though!” She giggled and apologized again. I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit. My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet pussy there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment. At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred. “Des,” I said. “I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?” “Seriously?” “Trust me.” She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and breasts, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly. She moaned again when my tongue returned to her pussy. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full breasts emerge from the water, dripping silver. “Oh, God…please make me cum!” she begged. Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head–a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her butt, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach. “Oh, God…oh, God…Oh, fuck yes!” was her response. I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her pussy throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake. Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water. “That,” she said quietly after a long time, “was uh-mazing!” She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me. “You Do still owe me one!” I reminded her. “I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though.” Always fair-minded, she was. “Where should we go?” I inquired. “I have an idea,” she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me. Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that. “Des…” I began, “you are so…” “Horny!” she interjected with a wicked grin. “Come here and lie down!” Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My butt rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her breasts like an offering. As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. “I'm going to fuck you right here and right now” she said in a lust-filled voice. “Good plan!” I croaked. “Let's see if you're as ready as I am…” she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft. “Yup…you're ready!” she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move. “Oh, fuck!” we both groaned at the same time. Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her breasts hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her. I continued to suck and nibble on her breasts as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight pussy gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her. Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her pussy, and the sensuous weight of her breasts as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke. “Fuck, Des…I'm going to cum soon!” “Do it..” she said breathlessly, “do it! Fuck me…and cum in me…whenever you want!” “Oh, God Des!” I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent, and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her pussy. “Yes…yes…” she moaned encouragingly. “Give it to me!” As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows. “Happy Prom Night,” I murmured next to her ear. “You, too!” she giggled in response. by outdoorhorny for Literotica

Finally connecting with a high-school friend. by outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with–in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's bow. Full breasts and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter. We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders. That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns. She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie. It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house–that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather. When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing–her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well–some of our friends didn't get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well. Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me. When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well. “Wow–you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me. “Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice. “I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!” “No problem–I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.” “Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!” I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?” She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her breasts pressing against me closely. “Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good.” I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery. “Des,” I told her, “I'm sorry about that…you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn't help but look at you!” A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again. “Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful before?” “Oh…no…not at all!” Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days? “So tell me, dude…how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?” At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn't stop myself. “Since day one of school,” I told her earnestly. I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared. “So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?” she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent. “Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time…I just never get a chance to tell you.” “I can see why you're such a hit with the moms,” she murmured just before we entered the den. She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party. The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents–again, my mother's training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to my embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, “Isn't he great?” in a loud voice. “And handsome?” “Oh, he certainly is!” Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face. “Well, goodnight…thanks again for having me,” I muttered and headed for the door. Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter. “I'm sorry–I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!” “No big deal,” I assured her somewhat truthfully. “It's your mom–she's just a little…” “I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing…” “You ARE very great and handsome,” she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction. “Des,” I replied in a low voice, “I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so…it's just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize…” My words trailed off. “Realize what?” she asked, holding herself just inches from my face. “How much I want to do this,” I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist. Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. “Far out!” she said softly. Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again. Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core. “I've got to help my mom,” she said apologetically. “I've got to get home, too,” I told her. “I don't want to go, though…” “I know…I don't want you to go!” Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. “I guess we'll have to finish this some other time,” she said. “Yeah…definitely!” I said urgently. “Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow,” she said quietly. She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot. Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing. The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist. “Yes?” she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Good morning, miss,” I said earnestly. “Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me…” “You're disgusting!” Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. “You probably would go after my mom!” “Not when you're here,” I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me. Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion. “Come upstairs,” she said after pulling back to catch her breath. “Parents?” I asked. “Gone for the day” she replied with a wicked smile. “Good!” I said fervently. “Let's go!” She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run up stairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went–the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle. When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door. “You can come in,” she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips. I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her. “This is where I wanted to bring you last night,” she said. “Once I saw you with my mom…” “Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you noticed me, finally!” “I always noticed you…we just had other stuff going on.” “Yeah,” I replied with my usual brilliance. “So now…” she began. “Now I'm all yours!” I told her with my best smile. “Good. I want to show you something!” I nodded and told her “Anything you want!” Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted one knee up onto the bedspread. “After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done.” She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full breasts under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes. “I was wishing you were here with me,” she continued. “So I threw my clothes over there.” She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. “And then I climbed into bed…” Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her breasts as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration. “And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me…” I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me. “I got so fucking horny!” she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her breasts: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them. Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion. “Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly…I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this.” Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her pussy. “Show me…” I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation. Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her breasts. Again, she spoke as she played with herself: “My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!” Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound. “Sometimes…” she resumed, “I put my fingers inside to get them wetter.” Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. “Is that what you would have done to me last night?” “God, yes!” I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more. “I would have started like that, Des…I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're doing it now!” “What else?” she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed. “I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you,” I said. “Oh,…I love that idea!” she assured me with a sexy smile. Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. “I do that all the time!” she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off. As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say–my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well. Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. “When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night,” she began, “you weren't wearing all those clothes!” As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her! When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully–wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal. “What were you going to do to me?” she asked enticingly. In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices. Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with your tongue!” With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using my thumbs to caress her pussy lips as I worked away at her. Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin in her hips and thighs. She bent forward to embrace my head fully, her breasts crushed against my hair as I ground into her. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…I'm gonna cum!” she hissed above me. I didn't pause to reply, wanting only to drive her over the edge. Instead, I rubbed her clit harder with my nose from side to side and lashed her inner walls with the tip of my tongue. That did it. “Oh fuck!” Des cried out happily as her whole body froze. Her thighs clamped down on my head, her arms gathering me in even tighter, and her hips rocked forward to drive herself against me one last time. Barely able to breath, I held my position for a long minute, sucking gently on her pussy to gather every drop of her sweet juices. When she began to breathe again, Des pulled me up to her lips. I rose to stand in front of the bed, and her arms stayed wrapped around my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue breaking away from mine to taste herself on my lips, my chin, and all around. Finally, she let me go and I stood up straighter, grinning down at her flushed face, her dark hair dampened by her exertions. Des looked up at me, grinning as well, then wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. “That was better than I imagined last night!” she said happily against my abs. I stroked her hair and said, “Good. I've been wanting to do that for…like, forever!” She giggled happily in response and hugged me tighter for a moment. Then she tilted her head up, her chin resting just below my sternum. Her eyes were dark and wide and beautiful and I looked directly down into them, lost in a mixture of lust and love and happiness. “Is that all you've been wanting to do?” she asked me teasingly. At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest “big” city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though–Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance. As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around. With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being “helpful” to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer. At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck–endless possibilities! Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs. “I want to fuck,” she said in her usual blunt way, “but this water isn't good for that.” My hard cock was nestled along her pussy, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant–pool water has a way of washing away lubrication. “What are you thinking?” I asked her. “Let's get in the lake and decide,” she said with a smile. Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water. She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it. “Someone's eager!” she said with a laugh. One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time. Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up. “It's not time to cum yet!” she said with a smirk. I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake! Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed. “That was obnoxious!” I finally managed to say. “It worked!” was her response. “True,” I said. “But it was still an evil thing to do!” Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head. “Sorry, then. I want you to last!” “I get it. I was so close, though!” She giggled and apologized again. I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit. My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet pussy there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment. At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred. “Des,” I said. “I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?” “Seriously?” “Trust me.” She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and breasts, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly. She moaned again when my tongue returned to her pussy. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full breasts emerge from the water, dripping silver. “Oh, God…please make me cum!” she begged. Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head–a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her butt, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach. “Oh, God…oh, God…Oh, fuck yes!” was her response. I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her pussy throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake. Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water. “That,” she said quietly after a long time, “was uh-mazing!” She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me. “You Do still owe me one!” I reminded her. “I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though.” Always fair-minded, she was. “Where should we go?” I inquired. “I have an idea,” she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me. Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that. “Des…” I began, “you are so…” “Horny!” she interjected with a wicked grin. “Come here and lie down!” Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My butt rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her breasts like an offering. As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. “I'm going to fuck you right here and right now” she said in a lust-filled voice. “Good plan!” I croaked. “Let's see if you're as ready as I am…” she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft. “Yup…you're ready!” she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move. “Oh, fuck!” we both groaned at the same time. Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her breasts hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her. I continued to suck and nibble on her breasts as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight pussy gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her. Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her pussy, and the sensuous weight of her breasts as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke. “Fuck, Des…I'm going to cum soon!” “Do it..” she said breathlessly, “do it! Fuck me…and cum in me…whenever you want!” “Oh, God Des!” I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent, and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her pussy. “Yes…yes…” she moaned encouragingly. “Give it to me!” As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows. “Happy Prom Night,” I murmured next to her ear. “You, too!” she giggled in response. by outdoorhorny for Literotica

Finally connecting with a high-school friend. by outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with–in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's bow. Full breasts and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter. We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders. That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns. She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie. It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house–that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather. When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing–her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well–some of our friends didn't get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well. Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me. When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well. “Wow–you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me. “Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice. “I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!” “No problem–I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.” “Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!” I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?” She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her breasts pressing against me closely. “Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good.” I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery. “Des,” I told her, “I'm sorry about that…you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn't help but look at you!” A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again. “Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful before?” “Oh…no…not at all!” Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days? “So tell me, dude…how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?” At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn't stop myself. “Since day one of school,” I told her earnestly. I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared. “So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?” she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent. “Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time…I just never get a chance to tell you.” “I can see why you're such a hit with the moms,” she murmured just before we entered the den. She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party. The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents–again, my mother's training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to my embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, “Isn't he great?” in a loud voice. “And handsome?” “Oh, he certainly is!” Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face. “Well, goodnight…thanks again for having me,” I muttered and headed for the door. Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter. “I'm sorry–I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!” “No big deal,” I assured her somewhat truthfully. “It's your mom–she's just a little…” “I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing…” “You ARE very great and handsome,” she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction. “Des,” I replied in a low voice, “I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so…it's just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize…” My words trailed off. “Realize what?” she asked, holding herself just inches from my face. “How much I want to do this,” I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist. Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. “Far out!” she said softly. Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again. Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core. “I've got to help my mom,” she said apologetically. “I've got to get home, too,” I told her. “I don't want to go, though…” “I know…I don't want you to go!” Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. “I guess we'll have to finish this some other time,” she said. “Yeah…definitely!” I said urgently. “Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow,” she said quietly. She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot. Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing. The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist. “Yes?” she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Good morning, miss,” I said earnestly. “Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me…” “You're disgusting!” Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. “You probably would go after my mom!” “Not when you're here,” I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me. Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion. “Come upstairs,” she said after pulling back to catch her breath. “Parents?” I asked. “Gone for the day” she replied with a wicked smile. “Good!” I said fervently. “Let's go!” She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run up stairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went–the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle. When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door. “You can come in,” she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips. I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her. “This is where I wanted to bring you last night,” she said. “Once I saw you with my mom…” “Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you noticed me, finally!” “I always noticed you…we just had other stuff going on.” “Yeah,” I replied with my usual brilliance. “So now…” she began. “Now I'm all yours!” I told her with my best smile. “Good. I want to show you something!” I nodded and told her “Anything you want!” Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted one knee up onto the bedspread. “After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done.” She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full breasts under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes. “I was wishing you were here with me,” she continued. “So I threw my clothes over there.” She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. “And then I climbed into bed…” Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her breasts as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration. “And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me…” I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me. “I got so fucking horny!” she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her breasts: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them. Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion. “Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly…I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this.” Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her pussy. “Show me…” I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation. Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her breasts. Again, she spoke as she played with herself: “My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!” Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound. “Sometimes…” she resumed, “I put my fingers inside to get them wetter.” Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. “Is that what you would have done to me last night?” “God, yes!” I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more. “I would have started like that, Des…I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're doing it now!” “What else?” she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed. “I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you,” I said. “Oh,…I love that idea!” she assured me with a sexy smile. Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. “I do that all the time!” she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off. As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say–my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well. Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. “When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night,” she began, “you weren't wearing all those clothes!” As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her! When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully–wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal. “What were you going to do to me?” she asked enticingly. In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices. Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me with your tongue!” With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using my thumbs to caress her pussy lips as I worked away at her. Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin in her hips and thighs. She bent forward to embrace my head fully, her breasts crushed against my hair as I ground into her. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…I'm gonna cum!” she hissed above me. I didn't pause to reply, wanting only to drive her over the edge. Instead, I rubbed her clit harder with my nose from side to side and lashed her inner walls with the tip of my tongue. That did it. “Oh fuck!” Des cried out happily as her whole body froze. Her thighs clamped down on my head, her arms gathering me in even tighter, and her hips rocked forward to drive herself against me one last time. Barely able to breath, I held my position for a long minute, sucking gently on her pussy to gather every drop of her sweet juices. When she began to breathe again, Des pulled me up to her lips. I rose to stand in front of the bed, and her arms stayed wrapped around my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue breaking away from mine to taste herself on my lips, my chin, and all around. Finally, she let me go and I stood up straighter, grinning down at her flushed face, her dark hair dampened by her exertions. Des looked up at me, grinning as well, then wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. “That was better than I imagined last night!” she said happily against my abs. I stroked her hair and said, “Good. I've been wanting to do that for…like, forever!” She giggled happily in response and hugged me tighter for a moment. Then she tilted her head up, her chin resting just below my sternum. Her eyes were dark and wide and beautiful and I looked directly down into them, lost in a mixture of lust and love and happiness. “Is that all you've been wanting to do?” she asked me teasingly. At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest “big” city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though–Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance. As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around. With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being “helpful” to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer. At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck–endless possibilities! Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs. “I want to fuck,” she said in her usual blunt way, “but this water isn't good for that.” My hard cock was nestled along her pussy, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant–pool water has a way of washing away lubrication. “What are you thinking?” I asked her. “Let's get in the lake and decide,” she said with a smile. Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water. She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it. “Someone's eager!” she said with a laugh. One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time. Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up. “It's not time to cum yet!” she said with a smirk. I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake! Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed. “That was obnoxious!” I finally managed to say. “It worked!” was her response. “True,” I said. “But it was still an evil thing to do!” Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head. “Sorry, then. I want you to last!” “I get it. I was so close, though!” She giggled and apologized again. I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit. My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet pussy there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment. At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred. “Des,” I said. “I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?” “Seriously?” “Trust me.” She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and breasts, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly. She moaned again when my tongue returned to her pussy. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full breasts emerge from the water, dripping silver. “Oh, God…please make me cum!” she begged. Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head–a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her butt, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach. “Oh, God…oh, God…Oh, fuck yes!” was her response. I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her pussy throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake. Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water. “That,” she said quietly after a long time, “was uh-mazing!” She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me. “You Do still owe me one!” I reminded her. “I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though.” Always fair-minded, she was. “Where should we go?” I inquired. “I have an idea,” she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me. Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that. “Des…” I began, “you are so…” “Horny!” she interjected with a wicked grin. “Come here and lie down!” Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My butt rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her breasts like an offering. As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. “I'm going to fuck you right here and right now” she said in a lust-filled voice. “Good plan!” I croaked. “Let's see if you're as ready as I am…” she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft. “Yup…you're ready!” she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move. “Oh, fuck!” we both groaned at the same time. Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her breasts hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her. I continued to suck and nibble on her breasts as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight pussy gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her. Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her pussy, and the sensuous weight of her breasts as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke. “Fuck, Des…I'm going to cum soon!” “Do it..” she said breathlessly, “do it! Fuck me…and cum in me…whenever you want!” “Oh, God Des!” I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent, and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her pussy. “Yes…yes…” she moaned encouragingly. “Give it to me!” As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows. “Happy Prom Night,” I murmured next to her ear. “You, too!” she giggled in response. by outdoorhorny for Literotica

A little girl feeds crows and gets gifts in return. It's a wonderful true story that's gone viral again and again. But where did it come from? As it happens, it comes from this very podcast, when Katy discovered the "Nature Girl" and friend-of-crows herself, Gabi Mann. Katy snapped a photo of her collection of crow gifts—a photo that has now been seen by millions of people around the world. Hear the exclusive true story of how such a wondrous tale first came to be, before it captivated the entire world. Also, hear tips on how to befriend a crow of your own.  The full interview with the Nature Girl Gabi Mann can be heard here: Episode 51: CROWS (with Gabi Mann). Hear a shorter and more concise version of the interview here: Episode 67: CROW GIFTS (with Gabi Mann). ------------------------------------- ADVERTISE WITH US: Reach expats, future expats, and travelers all over the world. Send us an email to get the conversation started. BECOME A PATRON: Pledge your monthly support of The Bittersweet Life and receive awesome prizes in return for your generosity! Visit our Patreon site to find out more. TIP YOUR PODCASTER: Say thanks with a one-time donation to the podcast hosts you know and love. Click here to send financial support via PayPal. (You can also find a Donate button on the desktop version of our website.) The show needs your support to continue. START PODCASTING: If you are planning to start your own podcast, consider Libsyn for your hosting service! Use this affliliate link to get two months free, or use our promo code SWEET when you sign up. SUBSCRIBE: Subscribe to the podcast to make sure you never miss an episode. Click here to find us on a variety of podcast apps. WRITE A REVIEW: Leave us a rating and a written review on iTunes so more listeners can find us. JOIN THE CONVERSATION: If you have a question or a topic you want us to address, send us an email here. You can also connect to us through Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Tag #thebittersweetlife with your expat story for a chance to be featured! NEW TO THE SHOW? Don't be afraid to start with Episode 1: OUTSET BOOK: Want to read Tiffany's book, Midnight in the Piazza? Learn more here or order on Amazon. TOUR ROME: If you're traveling to Rome, don't miss the chance to tour the city with Tiffany as your guide!  

Smut and Django are at the Cannes Film Festival (technically the Marche - Market) to meet with distributors and sign deals. There was a great article in Variety about the latest batch of Cultpix deals, which mean that we have over 250 more films to add later this year, with some real cult classics. This episode is the third devoted to Doris Wishman, focusing on the sun-soaked 'Daylight Years' and early nudist films. As one of the most prolific women filmmakers in the history of American cinema, "writer-director-editor Wishman created collisions between surrealism and exploitation that feel like they materialized from an alternate universe."Smut interviews film historian Michael J. Bowen who met and knew Doris, as well as having researched her career for years as her biographer. The films of The Daylight Years are gorgeously restored by AGFA + Something Weird Video. They include:"Nude on the Moon" (1961) - Wishman's dreamlike sci-fi triumph about a trip to a nudist-inhabitet moon."Blaze Starr Goes Nudist" (1962) - The famous burlesque dancer discovers the joy in nudism and escapes down to Florida.  "Hideout in the Sun" (1960) - A crackpot nudie-noir in which two gangsters on the run decide to hide in plain sight at a nudist resort. "Gentlemen Prefer Nature Girls" (1963) - Tom is fired from his real-estate job when his boss discovers that he is a nudist, but he hatches a very nudist revenge plan."Diary of a Nudist" (1961) - Newspaper editor stumbles on nudist camp and commissions young female reporter to write exposé about the sordid lifestyle. "The Prince and the Nature Girl" (1965) - A prince escapes his castle and falls in love with a woman who turns out to be a nudist. Enjoy all these films and the other Doris Wishman films on Cultpix. There is a Spotify playlist of 13 nudie songs from Doris Wisman's films and three clips where you hear Doris speak. 

Coming to you after a loaded weekend a bit later than normal but with a lightning bolt of intensity! Storm claps back on Xavier's commanding attitude. Wolverine and Beast shore up their sides and ready for conflict as the CIA gets in the way. Captain Marvel delivering the emotions and some great Rogue! Rogue & Gambit notch our favorite issue of the series yet but it's still struggling to win Justin over. X-Men Green kick off one last hoorah as we get ready for Nature Girl to be done with. We talk X-Men Red #11, Wolverine #33, Captain Marvel #49, Rogue & Gambit #3 and Infinity Comics 1:51 News 10:57 X-Men Unlimited 14:44 Invincible Iron Man 23:03 Rogue and Gambit 43:46 Captain Marvel 57:28 Wolverine 01:18:33 X-Men Red Thanks for listening to our sixty second episode of Season 4! Fallout from Sins of Sinister continues and it looks good for nobody wearing an X. What's next... Like, subscribe, follow, email, and @ us all over the internet at thexwifepodcast. If you enjoyed the episode, leave us a review on Apple Podcasts and tell your friends!

This week, June and Jessica have reached their centennial episode, recognizing that many opinions may have come and gone, the troops have fallen, but line items and returns are still top of mind. Jessica is dropping some new lashes and June shocks us with her new "nubs" and Nature Girl personality. These ready-to-party Barbies also reflect back on how they've changed and become more vulnerable over these past one hundred episodes while accepting and celebrating change. Deep Divers, these aren't your mother's nails, and this ain't your mother's podcast.Get your I'd Hit That Pickleball Tournament tickets at janeclub.com/pickleballDeep Dive Merch https://kinshipgoods.com/collections/deep-dive June's new Amazon Store https://www.amazon.com/shop/junedianeJessica's Amazon Store https://www.amazon.com/shop/Stclairjessica                                     You can follow The Deep Dive on Twitter @thedeepdivepod                       June Diane Raphael @MsJuneDiane on Twitter @junediane on Instagram                        Jessica St. Clair @Jessica_StClair on Twitter @stclairjessica on Instagram                      Check out the Jane Club at www.janeclub.com                       Send us your questions to thedeepdive@earwolf.com

After a month away to reassess and regroup. WE. ARE. BACK!!!!! Our host Karleigh Webb is rested and ready for TDoV was special report to tell some stories from voices in sports you may not have heard of Julie Ann Curtiss -- When England's Rugby Football Union banned transgender women for playing at all levels of the sport, Curtiss decided to fight for her right play. She is suing the RFU and she was beamed up to talk about why she getting in the scrum and why she loves to play. Lex Horowitz -- A a varsity squash player at NCAA Division III Bowdoin College, Horowitz was one of 34 out transgender collegiate athletes. Their experiences being non-binary in a sporting landscape that is all-too binary are the catalyst for they are doing as an inclusion consultant who is actively working to make spaces in sports safer, inclusive and has their eye on the games of the tomorrow. Charlotte McEachern -- Wrestling is who she is and it has her studying hard on the art of the grapple at the iconic Monster Factory. Legendary heroes and heels have made their beginnings there, and the finishing school is the subject of a new Apple TV documentary series. McEachern, a trans woman in the squared circle, talks about being a part of the film, a part of the school, her budding career path, and she even gave us one of those cool pre-match intros! Arthur Webber -- On TDoV, TRUK United FC ("The Official Association Football Side of the Trans Sporter Room") will continuing making history. In 2022, TRUK United fielding the first-ever all-transfeminine eleven in the history of FA and UEFA competition against Fifth Division Dulwich Hamlet FC. This week, TRUK United will again field an all-trans woman side, and in a doubleheader event, they will field a first-ever all-transmasculine side to battle with a team of Dulwich Hamlet supporters. Webber, a young trans man who lives and breathes the pitch, will wear the captain's armband and lead the lads into the fray. His story is a comeback story. Last year, after giving up sport in frustration while finding his truth, he return to play after 11 years away. Also This Week Tears In Nashville Florida to legislate bathrooms. Yes, they really are. The World Athletics ban Protest And Deny: Posie Parker "The Nature Girl" Karleigh Webb? Oh by the way, IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK!

This week we're taking a look at Nature Girl and X-Men Green.

It's here! That ridiculous man's glorious muck around plan has begun!! Broad strokes laying it down as we jump one year, five years, ten years into a most sinister future. We wrap up the bombastic team up with a bang and hints of more X-Terminators in the future. The astral plan journey in Sabretooth has mixed results as we find out more of Orchis' plots. Agatha! The Midnight Suns finish but could be coming back as well. Rek-Rap is the new MVP of Amazing Spider-Man, sorry Ben. And a bananas Murderworld that upsets us all. Plus Karam and Tran with a side of Nature Girl! We talk Sins of Sinister #1, X-Terminators #5, Sabretooth and the Exiles #3, Amazing Spider-Man #18, Murderworld Wolverine #1 and Infinity Comics 1:25 News 8:36 Love Unlimited 10:58 X-Men Unlimited 12:44 Murderworld: Wolverine 17:02 Midnight Suns 23:57 Amazing Spider-Man 31:24 Sabretooth and the Exiles 49:52 X-Terminators 1:07:07 Sins of Sinister Thanks for listening to our forty-seventh episode of Season 4! The Sins of Sinister are upon us! Like, subscribe, follow, email, and @ us all over the internet at thexwifepodcast. If you enjoyed the episode, leave us a review on Apple Podcasts and tell your friends!

Going to Free library: Lord of the Flies by William Golding, Valdez is Coming by Elmond Leonard, The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury, Never Play Dead by Tomi Lahren, The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind by William Kamkwabe, Carl Hiaasens' Nature Girl and Star Island. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/willlou/message

Esta semana hemos decidido pararnos en Filmin y disfrutar del Atlántida FilmFest. Para ello hemos seleccionado tres películas de diferentes nacionalidades pero que han hecho cierto ruido en redes sociales para comentarlas y hablar de todo. Vamos a arrancar en Francia con la ganadora del certamen Petite Nature, continuamos en Finlandia pasando el tiempo con unas amigas peculiares en Girl Picture para terminar en Bélgica con Animals. Tres películas y nacionalidades y una oportunidad para hablar de cine fuera del circuito comercial.

We're back! And we've brought a mixed bag of mutant stories with us. The main event we've all been waiting for - Judgment Day is upon us! The second issue of the summer blockbuster has us scared for the status quo of our merry mutants. A one-shot Wolverine team-up issue... what year is it?? Fun times all around with Ms. Marvel and Wolverine (and the X-Men). Speaking of what year is it, we're back in the 1970s with X-Men Legends as a new volume kicks off pitting the Jade giant against the bubbliest Canucklehead. Our X-Men Unlimited adventures are seeing Nature Girl test her alliances and potentially expand their ranks. She's out of control! We talk X-Men Legends #1, Ms. Marvel and Wolverine #1, Judgment Day #2 and Infinity Comics Thanks for listening to our twenty-fourth episode of Season 4! The Destiny of X has been interrupted! It's about to get super judgy in here. Like, subscribe, follow, email, and @ us all over the internet at thexwifepodcast. If you enjoyed the episode, leave us a review on Apple Podcasts and tell your friends!

How Good Nature Girl Tara Helped Beautiful Fairy is a very inspirational story for kids. This story is about one little girl Tara and Fairy. Listen full story to know more.Follow Podcast and Listen to More Exciting StoriesAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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Jen and Hayley are here and they are… struggling with friends who don't like each other. You know when two people in a group of four decide they don't like someone in the group and start ostracizing them but never tell them why? Come on, haven't we all been there? Well then surely you've had two friends get in a fight and need to figure out how to spend time in mutual spaces again… we've all been there, right? Listen to the friends discuss these various unfortunate friend dilemmas! Send in your friend questions to nofilterfriendship@gmail.com and follow us on Twitter and Instagram @nofilterfriendz or on TikTok @nofilterfriendship. Our theme song is written and performed by Emily Rooker and Nate Smith.

Watch out bub, there's a new stabby guy with a healing factor in town and he's not taking no for an answer! Sure, it's not X-Force, but Deadpool is just as excited to team up with his bud Wolverine. Watch out fourth wall fans, because we're shattering it all issue. The green team is taking things to another level on X-Men Unlimited as Nature Girl gets some serious motivation from the savanna wildlife. What does Black Panther have in store? We talk Wolverine #20 and X-Men Unlimited Thanks for listening to our fifth episode of Season 4! The Destiny of X is here and we're not sure which way things are going...  Like, subscribe, follow, email, and @ us all over the internet at thexwifepodcast. If you enjoyed the episode, leave us a review on Apple Podcasts and tell your friends!

The showdown with Wolverine and Maverick comes to a close, while it also revealed in that the vote for new X-Men was tainted causing a member to leave. Also, our Dr. Showtime leads a conversation on the art of Rob Liefeld as well as the problem of the laws of Krakoa and what it means for Nature Girl.

The boys talk about the issues: SWORD #10, X-Force #25, and X-Men Green (X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comics #5-12); we love on SWORD and Nature Girl, shit on X-Force, love on Marvel, shit on Star Wars, and love on WB's new Arya Stark vs. Shaggy Simulator, Multiverse. Homo Superior: Lots of love, lots of shitting, and straight to your earholes.

It's not that you're wrong... you're just a jerk! Today, we kick off the second arc of the Marvel Unlimited X-Clusive - X-Men Unlimited... and they're calling it X-Men Green... with good reason. We're going to join perpetual killjoy, Nature Girl as she shows us how much she values human life.  It's a rough one, that feels like it was written by a petulant teen-ager doing their best to rebel, but we'll get through it together! Also, Jeff the Land Shark runs through a tulip patch. Plus: We take a look at Marvel Previews for all the goods we're gonna be getting in December -- it's the "calm before the storm" month, wherein many of our favorites (and not-so-favorites) are coming to an end! -- https://www.patreon.com/xlapsed X-Lapsed Voicemail: 623-396-5375 (or, 623-396-JERK) Twitter: @acecomics / Instagram: @90sxmen weirdcomicshistory@gmail.com chrisandreggie.podbean.com chrisisoninfiniteearths.com xlapsed.chrisisoninfiniteearths.com/ facebook.com/groups/90sxmen

The tallest comics in the world! It's a new arc of X-Men: Unlimited as Nature Girl goes rogue, tackling threats to our environment. Wolverine "wraps up" his arc with Sevyr and Solem and the two Arakkii keep playing games with our favorite bub. And it's a huge expansion of Arakko and its government as Storm's leadership is tested. We talk about the X-Men Unlimited issues thus far, Wolverine #16 and Sword #8 Thanks for listening to our twenty-eighth episode of Season 3! The Hellfire Gala is long over and there seems to be something dangerous brewing on Krakoa!! Like, subscribe, follow, email, and @ us all over the internet at thexwifepodcast. If you enjoyed the episode, leave us a review on Apple Podcasts and tell your friends!

Join us as we discuss the 1999 rom-com Forces of Nature starring young Sandra Bullock & Ben Affleck! This film follows strangers Sarah & Ben who are each trying to make it from NYC to Georgia. After facing numerous natural disasters and travel mishaps, Sarah & Ben must confront both their separate romantic relationships as well as their newfound connection. While this movie has unrealistic plot points & is slightly offensive to anyone who values marriage, it's still a fun watch & great to see Sandra Bullock play a more spontaneous role than usual. Tune in to hear how this movie stacks up in the rankings against all other Sandy B films! Episode Sponsor: Mumbai Spice Companyhttps://mumbaispicecompany.com/Instagram @mumbaispicecompanyUse code GIRLCRUSH for 10% off your order! More about Girl Crush: Website: www.girlcrushpodcast.comSocial: https://www.instagram.com/girlcrush_pod/Merch: https://www.bonfire.com/store/girlcrushpodcast/

In today's solo episode Dani talks about how for the first time in her life she's out of her head and back in her body, anxiety free, and loving every moment of it. She talks about some huge recent learnings and shares candidly about the healing effects she's experiencing in regards to her inner child and how she responds to triggers. She talks about living in the Flow and how she's shifting the way she shows up in the world in simple but profound ways. This is a very hopeful episode for anyone who struggles with anxiety, depression, or just living in the head more than they'd like, this is here to inspire you to continue doing the healing work. It pays off! And without further ado, let's move onto the show! Topics also discussed: the healing powers of nature gaining clarity on where she's going to buy her next home infusing more authenticity into your life inner child healing the power of presence and so much more! Show Sponsor: CocoGlow Enter code MUDLARK at checkout to receive 20% your purchase! Head to sipcocoglow.com to explore all of the beautiful products! Connect with Dani: Instagram Honeysuckle and Mud Instagram Honeysuckle and Mud Website Find —> Mudlarkers Anonymous on Facebook --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/dani-boltz/message

This week Sam and Marcos attend the Enter Shikari "Stop The Clocks" tour! Review new albums from Nothing Nowhere (1:28:37), Dayseeker (1:52:09), Void of Vision (1:37:05), and SeeYouSpaceCowboy (1:43:30)! Talk big news from Ice Nine Kills, We Came As Romans, Yungblud, Counterparts, Waterparks, Varials, Issues, Bring Me The Horizon, All Time Low, The Devil Wears Prada and more! Follow us @SOTSPodcast on Twitter and Instagram and check out our weekly playlist on Spotify. Subscribe to the Patreon at Patreon.com/sotspodcast. Thanks to Paul Hannum for our theme song (and Zakk Merrell for the revision). Song Clips- Classic Jack- Pretty People Dayseeker- The Color Black Counterparts- Separate Wounds Issues- Flexin Nothing Nowhere- Life Eater (feat. Travis Barker) Our Hollow Our Home- Parting Gift Saving Vice- Never Knows Best SeeYouSpaceCowboy- Late December Shvpes- One Man Army The Almost- Chokehold The Devil Wears Prada- Chemical UnityTX- Ruckus Varials- Romance Void Of Vision- Hole In Me Waterparks- High Definition We Came As Romans- Carry The Weight

In episode thirteen of the Higher Conversations Podcast, Kellee sits down with Lyme Warrior, Lily Wilson. Lily is a Lyme Disease Survivor, a Singer and Songwriter, and a fearless leader of a multiple teams for the revolutionary Hemp Company: Prime My Body.  Find out what inspires Lily to have Higher Conversations, Her Lyme Story, her personal Path to Wellness and How Hemp has Changed Her Life for the Better.   Takeaways: -How Lily Inspires Higher Conversations. -Growing up Napa, On Being a Nature Girl, and Her Big Music Break in Hawaii. -Lily’s Creative Process for Singing/Songwriting. -Her Lyme Journey & Path to Wellness. -The Hemp Revolution & How this will never happen again in our lifetime. -Discussion On Alternative Treatments: Hyperbaric Oxygen Chambers, Hemp Oil, CBD, CBG, Diagnostic Tests for Lyme (in both Eastern and Western Medicine), and the amazing tech that’s being used to extract the stem cell of the Hemp Plant, that works its magic with your endocannabinoid system. -What’s Next for Lily: Catch her on Tour, online & on Instagram, in Tahoe at the end of May for a Prime My Body Networking Event & in Austin in June for the Prime My Body Conference (Links Below). -And so much more!   Connect with Lily: www.lilywilson.com for links to music and tour dates & on Instagram @lilymusicpix   More information on the Hemp Revolution at: www.primemybody.com   Interested in Joining the Prime My Body Team? Contact me at: higherconversationspodcast@gmail.com or visit my website www.theyogipoet.primemybody.com for more information on the Hemp Products offered by Prime My Body and to purchase.  These products are changing my life. Do something for you!   Intro + Interlude Music: “Tabla Rasa” by Jesse Blake -  jesseblakemusic.com Outro Music: “Good Life” by Lily Wilson - www.lilywilson.com   Help support the show by:   Subscribing on iTunes Review and Rate the show on iTunes - this helps so much! Follow on Spotify Share with 1-2 People you know will love it!   Growing a podcast audience takes time, energy, and commitment.  I appreciate all of you who are becoming part of the tribe! Stay connected with me on Instagram @theyogipoet   With love and gratitude, thank you for listening and being a part of my Dharmic Journey.   Interested in having Kellee guest teach at your studio, to speak and/or teach at your upcoming event or festival?  Kellee is an international yoga and meditation teacher, and aerial yoga hammock instructor who travels and teaches at Wanderlust and other Festivals worldwide.   Connect with Kellee on Facebook: Kellee Rich, The Yogi Poet On Instagram: @theyogipoet Websites: www.theyogipoet.com & www.theyogipoet.primemybody.com Email: higherconversationspodcast@gmail.com

Nature Girl is a female owned company that plans trips for women, to bring them together and get them outdoors. Nature Girl Kierstin Jarvis is all about adventure, travel, and exploring. Kierstin believes we should all take time to reconnect with nature. Being outdoors and connecting with nature feeds our soul and makes our senses come alive. Nature Girl wants to bring women together to connect with themselves, with each each other, and with the great big world around us. Nature Girl aims to create experiences and opportunities for women to take a leap and do things they have never done before, to step outside their every day responsibilities, their routines, and maybe even their comfort zones; to get OUTSIDE. Nature Girl believes that adventure is good for your soul.  They also believe in the power of connecting with Nature, in being OUTSIDE with the sun (or rain, or snow) on our faces and the wind in our hair. They believe that Nature, Adventure, Exploration, and Travel is for everyone and that every woman can be a Nature Girl if she takes the chance. Kierstin shares her personal experience on "el camino de Santiago", which she says is one of the most profound experiences of her life. She also talks about her travels to Iceland and backpacking the Art Loeb Trail in the Pisgah National Forest in North Carolina. If you're looking for ways to step outside your comfort zone or just looking to connect with yourself or other women, check out Nature Girl Outdoor Adventures. https://naturegirloutdooradventures.com | FB/I/T: @naturegirloutdooradventures SHOW NOTES: DOCUMENTARY: Footprints: The Path of Your Life MOVIE (Netflix); The Way 

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If you've ever wanted a healthier and happier world for yourself and your children, then do we have the Love Thy Nature show for you! Today I'll be talking with Sylvie Rokab, emmy award nominated documentary filmmaker, founder of The Light Productions and the creator of director of powerful, drop-dead gorgeous must-watch film, Love Thy Nature. And that's just what I want to talk with her about today, about connecting with nature, to connect with ourselves, and to bring balance back to Gaia. Love Thy Nature Self-Improvement & Self-Help Topics Include: What does it mean to grow up a “Nature Girl” in Rio? What do lizards, toukans and monkeys have to do with anything? How does a multicultural background affect ones view of the world? How did the emmy nominated film-maker get into film work? How did she start the Love Thy Nature project? How did she get Liam Neelson to work on the project? What was her driving force or key message that's so important today? Why did she turn down a highly lucrative TV series to make Love Thy Nature? How did she find her teachers including Jack Kornfield? What can we learn about our connection to nature from Buddhism and mindfulness? What does it mean that we are nature? What does it mean to connect with who we are, as we are? Why is this so important? What is the importance of understanding our interdependence with Nature? What is gaia and what does this really mean? What can we learn from the coyote and the prairie dog? What can we learn about nature for kids? What is nature deficit disorder, coined by author Richard Louv who wrote "Last Child in the Woods"? What is nature so important for our children? What is the danger of keeping kids indoors and in technology What is bio-philia and what's its importance? What can we do to help our world? What's the importance of reconnecting with our nature? How can witnessing the weather ground us? And how can nature teach us, and what can we learn from her? Where can we draw our greatest hope? What's the importance of mindfulness? For More Info Go To: LoveThyNature.com Sylvie Rokab on How to Discover Your True Natural Self & Love Thy Nature!!! + Guided Meditation! Health | Fitness | Parenting | Motivation | Spiritual | Spirituality | Mindfulness | Inspirational | Motivational | Self-Improvement | Self-Help | Inspire For More Info Visit: www.InspireNationShow.com

The Total Tutor Neil Haley will interview NY Times Bestselling Author  Carl Hiaasen, Author of RAZOR GIRL. CARL HIAASEN was born and raised in Florida. He is the author of thirteen previous novels, including the best sellers Bad Monkey, Star Island, Nature Girl, Skinny Dip, Sick Puppy, and Lucky You, and five best-selling children's books, Hoot, Flush, Scat, Chomp, and Skink. His most recent work of nonfiction is Dance of the Reptiles, a collection of his columns from The Miami Herald. Where he is a very popular weekly columnist. He writes about both national and local politics as well as other topics that peak his interest. Today his column appears on most Sundays in The Herald's opinion-and-editorial section, and may be viewed online at www.herald.com.  

Lynne Duddy is a science junkie, a lover of African music and a co-founder of Portland Story Theater. Lynne’s story explores the balance between nurture and nature and what determines who we are. Find out more about Lynne at www.lynneduddy.com/ On The Road Series SEPTEMBER 30, 2016 Lynne Duddy live in Dallas, OR Portland Story Theater is hosted by Lawrence Howard and Lynne Duddy pdxstorytheater.org MAY THE NARRATIVE BE WITH YOU.

Book Talk starts at 42:05 Recorded on August 24, 2016 Just a few more days to participate in our Mother Bear KAL/CAL!  You have until August 31st to post a picture of any bear you have knit or crocheted in 2016 in our FO thread.  Lots of prizes, but your best reward is knowing you have given a child comfort. Many thanks to our latest donor: Kathleen (SweeTart77) has donated a project bag from her shop MakeThisFromThat. Our annual fall Sweater KAL will run from October 1 to January 31.  All entries to our FOs thread will need to be an adult-size sweater with sleeves (short is okay!), cardigan or pullover.  Challenge yourself! Knit Companion for Android is at last a thing!   EVENTS Tracie will be at Lambtown - October 1 & 2 at the Dixon May Fair Grounds in Dixon, CA (9-6 on Saturday, 9-4 on Sunday) Tracie and Barb will be at the Cogknitive Fiber Retreat - Saturday October 8, 2016 at the LaQuinta in Tehachapi, CA   KNITTING Barb’s FOs Mother Bear #93, 94, 95, 96 Added Elegance socks by Mary Lukas, using Unwind Yarn Twinkle Sock in the Faded Graffiti colorway PastelMix Shortie Socks using Cascade Heritage in the PastelMix colorway   Tracie’s FOs Mother Bears 95, 96, 97, 98, 99 & 100! Just Autumn Cowl by Janina Böttger in Becoming Art Agave fingering in the Nebula colorway Simple Striped Baby Hat by Sascha van Wagtendonk in Frog Tree Pediboo Sock in Tan and Red Heart Baby TLC Multis in Chocolate Mint   Barb has cast on: Zigzagular Socks #2 by Susie White, using Fishknits Opulence MCN in the Shades of TPK colorway   And she is working on: Crackerjack Cowl by Stacy Simpson Duke using 4 colors of Plymouth Merino Select DK Molto Bella Shawl by Brenda Castiel, using my NoCKRs yarn from this year – Duren Dyeworks Luscious Fingering (silk/merino blend) in the Quietude and Forest Floor colorways. Whippet Cardigan by ANKESTRICK using Knit Picks Lindy Chain Wing Span by maylin Tri-Coterie Designs using Crystal Palace Mini Mochi in a green/blue/purple colorway   Tracie has cast on: Added Elegance Socks by Mary Lukas in Malabrigo Sock in Aguas colorway Summer Fringe Shawlette by Sarah Keller in Chevel Blanc Official Comete in the Cendre colorway   And she is working on: Allegra tank top by Svetlana Volkova in Euro Baby Kid Cotton Meris by Elizabeth Doherty in Serendipidye Kings Mountain Sock in the Carmen colorway   REVIEW - Stranded Magazine, Mild Weather 2016 To win a copy of this e-magazine, leave a comment here.   BOOKS Tracie has finished: Vertical by Rex Pickett Truly Madly Guilty by Liane Moriarty Harry Potter & the Cursed Child by by J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne, John Tiffany Woman with A Secret (UK title: The Telling Error) by Sophie Hannah   Barb has finished: Luncheon of the Boating Party by Susan Vreeland Before the Fall by Noah Hawley By Their Father's Hand: The True Story of the Wesson Family Massacre by Monte Francis   Tracie is reading Judgment Ridge: The True Story Behind the Dartmouth Murders by Dick Lehr North Korea Undercover: Inside the World's Most Secret State by John Sweeney   Barb is reading: Nature Girl by Carl Hiasson Joyland by Stephen King   Stranger Things on Netflix    

On a beautiful day in central Massachusetts, Junie and Lanna talk about listening to your own heart, shadow work and creating places to heal. Junie tells Lanna to be more quiet. Junie chats about creating community and how to make the world a better place. And she answers 10 questions. Junie Moon Schreiber Junie Moon […]

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This week it's the world of sports entertainment and women in podcasting are highlighted.  First up is my book review of Controversy Creates Cash by Eric Bischoff which takes a look behind the scenes in the world of sports entertainment.  Then it is off to chat with Kinky Kathy from the The Broad-cast Podcast when she pays a visit to the show.  We talk about podcasting and the challenges of doing a weekly show and re-visit the novel Nature Girl and do our own little casting call if they ever make it into a movie.  Music for this week is the song Critical Mass by George Wood and can be found at www.podsafeaudio.com.  As always your comments and suggestions are welcome.

Well after a week off I am back with another podcast for you all to enjoy.  First up you get an update from me and an audio book review of Nature Girl by Carl Hiassen as we once again journey to South Florida and find out where a little revenge can lead.   Then in the guest segement we catch up with a previous guest to the podcast, Martin Johnson, who is busy composing the music to the upcoming stage play of the Dalek Masterplan which will take place in England this fall.   We talk about the challenges of bringing yet another classic Doctor Who story to the theatre.   You can find more about the production and those pesky pepper pots on wheeels by going to www.daleklinks.com.   As always your comments and suggestions are welcome.