Nudists and a Drunk Hedgehog
Summer. Late June. Heat. We went fishing. That's what we call it. We just sometimes get away to relax by the river overnight. We reached the spot around eight in the evening. While doing this and that, we unpacked, set up the tent, went for firewood to the nearest little woods. One friend, he was alone, me with my girlfriend and another couple. So, our lonely friend wanted to get drunk, well, he couldn't wait to start boozing quickly.
While we were going for firewood, to fell a couple of fir trees, joking of course, the trees had fallen before us, we just picked them up and dragged them. And this friend, the friend stayed to set up camp and as they say "he who wants to, will get drunk" managed to...
, drinking quietly, started without us, and then, he just keeps going and going, meaning one after another. Everyone was drinking too, of course, but not at that pace. And he pours and pours without waiting for anyone. Meanwhile, we chopped the fir trees into short logs. Lit a small fire. Poured some water into the pot, chopped the potatoes very finely and threw them in, hung it over the fire, to cook fish soup. And we are fishermen only in name, but not by vocation, and our fish soup is only fish soup in name. I.e., from canned fish, plus some packet of soup. To each their own, but I like it, especially in the fresh air with a light smoky smell...Fog over the river. The opposite bank is visible, but the water is not, a blanket in the lowland right over the water, about two meters thick, white white and dense like cotton wool. We split into pairs, about ten to fifteen meters apart roughly. Got undressed completely, of course, well, like nudists. The ground had cooled, it's a bit cold to step on the wet sand with bare feet. Our feet had already slightly adapted and the water after that seemed very warm. Plunging in is completely easy and pleasant. Swimming. Swimming. Swimming. More precisely, doing tra-ta-ta. We, at least, immediately got busy with that. Why wait, actually, what did we come for anyway. We lay down by the shore, great... , no difference is felt at all in the water or out of it, it's even more comfortable in the water. We did it, tra-ta-ta in the natural position i.e., me on top. And then we swapped places in parts. She sat on me, we weren't doing anything, she was just sitting on top half-sitting-half-lying, only our heads and her back and butt were sticking out of the water. Possibly from the side it seemed like we were busy with that thing. It seemed that way to someone.
Just our lonely drinker-pourer woke up and came. In the fog, visibility is 2, 3 meters max and a feeling of complete seclusion and unreality, such silence that you can hear the deaf-bubbling movements of water. The drinker sneaked up unnoticed! He was walking on the sand, couldn't be heard at all and couldn't be seen. He stumbled upon us by chance, and with irritation blurted out "oh f...ck... , without me..." He was clearly still drunk as he walked into the water knee-deep in clothes and shoes. We jokingly said to him "join in... , there's enough room..." It sounded ambiguous, but I was only offering swimming, but someone understood it differently. The drunk hedgehog didn't even pay attention to that, all that interested him was whether there was anything left to drink. Finding out where the leftovers were, just as silently as he appeared, the drunk hedgehog dissolved into the fog. We laughed and forgot about him.
We called out to the second couple. Could hear each other somewhere nearby, but couldn't see. Judging by the sound, they responded very close. We swam in the direction of the sound. I was walking-crawling on the bottom on all fours, and she, hugging my neck, was riding-swimming on me. We stopped near them, but only outlines are visible externally, no more. Lying in the shallows... , chatting... , really don't want to get out. The water is so pleasant... , relaxation... , and especially when the current suddenly brings a warmer stream. Bliss... , swimming... , hugging... , against each other's naked bodies. Each with their own, and what did you think))). I liked it, in the water wet smooth, bliss... I purposely swam and pressed so that more, longer, her touching that place below the stomach. And she just lies there, legs apart. As far as my range allowed, on arms braced against the bottom, swimming up-down, up-down, pressing, rubbing my body against the crotch brrmmm... bremmm... ,bremmm... bremmm...
... Ripened for the "second time," here already unhurriedly, with feeling, sense, arrangement. I'm sitting on the bottom, only head out of water, she's on me, hugging-pressing, wrapping her legs around my waist tra-ta-ta little kisses etc. I hear the neighboring couple seems to be busy with the same, just from their conversation it seemed that way to me, not in the sense that they were talking about it, but by how they were talking, voice, intonation. In this state, busy with this thing, we waited for sunrise. The sun just came out, the fog instantly began to disperse. And somehow wanted to sleep, went to get dressed and sleepies. That's how we rested.