Real Stories. A May Thunderstorm
The sun had been scorching for the second day. The cloudless blue sky made it impossible to focus on studying, and seizing a convenient moment, I left for home earlier than usual. Deciding that swimming in the warm, clean water of the lake would be the best solution, I quickly had lunch, changed, and headed to the lake. The journey was about seven kilometers from home, and hopping on a tram, I rode all the way to the loop, intending to cover the remaining distance on foot. As I was already approaching the final stop, I saw a slowly advancing thunderstorm front, with flashes of lightning and a still quiet, unhurried rumble.
Briskly walking towards the lake, I felt the breath of the approaching storm more and more intensely. At one point, the sun disappeared, and a strong, cold wind hit my face, carrying the first large raindrops and clouds of kicked-up dust. It was no more than fifteen minutes left to walk to the lake. An avalanche of water mixed with hail came down unexpectedly. Quickly taking off my T-shirt and putting it in a bag, I almost ran along the path towards the road. The hail kept intensifying, lashing my shoulders and face quite painfully, so that at some point I had to wait out another squall, hiding behind a tree. Streams of water flowed along the roadway, and after crossing the almost deserted road, I took shelter from the rain in the concrete box of a bus stop. The bad weather was raging.
I pulled a completely dry sweatshirt from the bag and silently handed it to her. She didn't refuse, and turning her back to me, she took off her wet blouse, threw it on the bench, and put on the dry clothes.
That's how we met. Having warmed up and relaxed, she became more talkative. More than half an hour had already passed, but the bus still hadn't come.
The sun appeared just as unexpectedly as it had disappeared earlier. Bright, hot rays illuminated the wet nature, and within a minute, wisps of steam began to rise from the wet asphalt.
"Let's go for a swim! The water is warmer than the air now," I suggested, stepping out from the gloom of the concrete tomb of the bus stop into the warm rays of the May sun.
Vika thought about my proposal for a few minutes. It was clear she didn't want to hold me up, but on the other hand, she wasn't ready to part with the warm, dry sweatshirt. "I can keep you company, but I won't go in the water," she chose a compromise.
I couldn't refuse the company of a slender and pretty girl, and we walked along the roadside towards the lake. Literally a few minutes later, a bus passed us, completely packed with people, but that no longer mattered. Handfuls of large hail underfoot reminded us of the bad weather that had raged just recently. Turning off the road, we began descending towards the lake on a narrow path, and letting Vika go ahead, I walked behind her, enjoying the view of her bare, slender legs. The calm surface of the lake was blinding with reflected sunlight, our feet got completely wet, and taking off our shoes, we walked barefoot on the wet grass. The former sand quarry was beautiful, surrounded by a dense ring of trees and with perfectly clear water; it was a popular spot for vacationers, but not today. The bad weather had swept everyone away. Reaching my favorite spot—a small cove completely hidden from view on all sides, with a gentle sandy slope and a decent-sized sandy clearing by the water—I pulled off my wet shorts and underwear and put on swimming trunks. Vika tactfully turned away while I changed.
The water was magnificent, at least twenty-five degrees, and while the air was slowly warming up, the warm lake water washed away all memories of the bad weather. Diving under and surfacing, I looked at my beautiful companion, standing in my clothes, hesitating to take a dip. Diving once more, I surfaced a few meters from her. It was clear she wasn't against joining me, but she was shy. "Come on in!" I called out casually. "I have nothing to wear," Vika began to hesitate. "You can go in naked—there's no one here!" I encouraged, understanding she was unlikely to undress, "or in your clothes, they're wet anyway!"
"Vika, do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, looking into her eyes. "Yes, why do you ask?" she asked back. "Just wondering..." I evaded the answer, realizing the pointlessness of my own question. "And you?" she now asked. "No! I don't have a boyfriend!" I joked. Vika laughed very sincerely and sweetly. "Well, you get it!" she said. "Yes, I do!" I honestly admitted. "And do you like me?" she continued to provoke.
What could I answer to a sexy girl standing before me in the water, the water just short of reaching her nipples. Instead of answering, I touched her breast with my palm, lightly squeezing her nipple between the bases of my fingers. She didn't push my hand away, continuing to look at me expectantly. With my free hand, I took her by the waist, pulled her to me, and kissed her on the lips. The kiss wasn't too long, but not just a peck either, and I also felt her, trying to keep her balance, step on my foot, her knee slipping between my legs so that her thigh pressed tightly against my hard, aroused cock. She couldn't have failed to notice it. "Let's see who gets to the middle faster!" she said, breaking away from my lips, and showering me with a cascade of splashes, she rushed towards the goal. I swam after her, and as ashamed as I am to admit it, I couldn't catch up. Even if I fell behind not too much, it was she who waited for me in the middle of the lake. As it turned out, she had been professionally involved in swimming for quite a long time and had even won prizes in competitions.
"Well, you're like a turtle!" she cheerfully threw out. We swam back slowly together, chatting about all sorts of nonsense. Coming ashore, she put my sweatshirt back on, and while I dried off with a towel, with a quick movement, unexpectedly for me, she pulled down her panties, wrung them out demonstratively, and hung them in the most visible spot. From the mere thought that her naked body was hidden from me only by my sweatshirt, barely covering her pubis, my cock filled with blood
so much that hiding the erection was impossible. Maybe by accident, maybe not, when she reached up to turn her drying skirt, the sweatshirt that rode up gave me a couple of seconds' view of her pubis, with a narrow, neatly trimmed strip leading straight to her closed lips.
"Don't!" she said quietly and uncertainly, and began massaging my cock with strong, broad strokes, allowing my fingers to return to her sweet little hole. How I wanted to feel her intimate, firm lips or at least her mouth enveloping my pleasure-seeking cock instead of her fingers. But, after a couple of minutes, it was all over. Her fingers finished the job, making the pulsating cock spill onto her thighs. Vika's fingers, abundantly covered in semen, slowly slid over the swollen head, now causing more unpleasant, painful sensations than pleasure. "Now for a swim!" she commanded cheerfully, throwing the sweatshirt onto the sand and jumping into the water first, naked. Taking off my trunks, I joined her. Swimming away from the shore, I confirmed that besides us, there was still no one else on the lake. We swam in silence, each thinking our own thoughts.
"Do you have a condom?" Vika broke the silence. "No!" I said with clear annoyance in my voice. A pack of condoms was always in my wallet, but today was precisely that rare and unfortunate moment when I didn't take it with me, stuffing only a couple of bills into my pocket when leaving home. "Too bad..." she said with a sigh of regret. She came ashore first and, no longer embarrassed by me, remained completely naked. With a cat-like walk, she approached her drying clothes, turned the skirt over, and moved the half-dry blouse to a sunnier spot.
Approaching me, she kissed me first. I felt her palm again on my swelling cock. I began kissing her neck, shoulders, breasts, moving lower and lower. My tongue touched the hollow of her navel and continued further. I knelt, sliding my lips along the coarse hairs of the strip, going lower and lower. My tongue touched the very top of her lips, and I found the bump of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Pressing my lips, I enjoyed the tart aroma and taste of her so-desired little hole. Spreading her legs wide, she moaned, pressing my head into her oozing pussy, completely surrendering to my tongue. An orgasm washed over her body so quickly and somewhat unexpectedly for me. "Yes, yes! Like that... More!" escaped her lips as a fine tremor covered her thighs and her buttocks became hard as stone. At that moment, the clitoris, which had been caressed by my tongue until then, was drawn into my lips. She howled, whether from pain or pleasure. Her breasts with hard, protruding nipples rose in time with her rapid breathing.
"Enough!" she whispered, pulling my face away from her insatiable pussy. My chin and partially my cheeks shone in the sun, covered in her juices, and when I stood up, she quickly kissed me on the lips, not wanting to remain in debt, and knelt down. There was no foreplay or kisses; she simply swallowed the protruding cock like a hungry fish swallowing a worm. All I could do was watch from above as she, swaying her head, slid her tightly pressed lips along the shaft glistening in the sun. Unexpected voices from behind the bushes prevented her from finishing what she had started. Several people, judging by the voices, were walking along the path very close to us. Letting go of my cock, Vika picked up the sweatshirt from the sand and put it on, while I, in turn, quickly wrapped myself in a towel. The people passed by, and the voices grew farther and farther away until they faded completely. This brought us back to reality, in which it turned out we were no longer alone at the lake.
My cock, having tasted the sweetness of her lips, demanded continuation, but from the girl's mood, I saw there would be no continuation. "We should go!" she said, studying my reaction to her words. The bewilderment and disappointment in my eyes apparently did affect her. "Okay, but quickly!" she said, pulling off the towel, and added, "Don't you dare come in my mouth!" Once again, taking my cock into her mouth, she continued the work she had started. It might not be romantic, but her sucking was at best a C-grade, and even by then, I already had something to compare it to. One could say she did it without soul, just to finish quickly, which she soon managed. "I'm coming!" I exhaled, warning her. The saliva-covered head left her mouth just as the first stream of semen shot out and landed in the sand behind her. With quick movements, she massaged the head right in front of her face while I covered her fingers and the sleeve of the sweatshirt with seed. That was it, time to pack up.
P.S. We had exactly three meetings over two weeks. A short, secret romance, which I don't want to spend time describing. There were flowers and condoms, all boring and ordinary. Only that May thunderstorm remains in my memory.