In the forest river

I really value solitude, moments when I can be alone, so I love walking alone. One summer, on a hot day at the dacha, I decided to go for a bike ride. I rode and enjoyed the fine day, the wind pleasantly blowing on my body, rustling the hem of my short skirt, kissing my shoulders, playing with my long curly hair. Meanwhile, the sun was beating down, and I decided to ride along the paths in the forest, where refreshing shade reigns. Roots and bumps made the journey quite difficult, and I soon got tired. I stopped, laid my bike down on the grass nearby, and suddenly heard the sound of water not far away.

I wonder what kind of body of water is here, I

haven't been here before! I went towards the noise, the tree branches parted, and I saw that it was a small river rapid making the sound. And upstream, there was a dam.

Fatigue and the heat made themselves known, and I incredibly wanted to take a swim. I wasn't wearing a swimsuit, I didn't think I'd encounter water. Oh well, there's no one here anyway! It's clear people are here very rarely: the grass on the banks is tall and not trampled. I took off my skirt, revealing my shapely thighs, pulled down my panties (well, I can't ride home in wet ones, really!). At that moment, I heard rustling leaves somewhere to the side. I listened... No, it's all quiet. Probably a bird or some little animal, it's a wild, deserted place. After hesitating a little more, I took off my tank top and bra. My breasts were slightly sweaty from the ride, I stroked them with my hands. From the cool breeze, my nipples tightened, and my breasts became so round and appetizing. I went closer to the water, touched the water with my foot. Fresh! But it's okay, I'll get used to it quickly. Suddenly, in that direction, but closer now, someone rustled again. Oh god, what if it's a wild boar!? I saw tracks on the path! I wonder if wild boars can swim? Well, if they can, they're not faster than me.

I carefully entered the water, feeling the bottom: it turned out the dam was quite deep. With my height of 187 cm, it was up to my chest as I walked, my nipples plowing through the cool water. I lay on my back and began to enjoy the bright, warm, pleasant sun above and the cool, gentle water below. Then I heard a splash near the shore, quickly raised my head and saw rippling waves and air bubbles surfacing there, as if a big stone had been thrown or some huge fish had surfaced and already disappeared into the water. Before I could figure out the cause of this disturbance on the water, something touched my leg. Oh god. Could it really be a fish after all?... Oh no, it's a hand! Holding me by the calf, now a second one joined, they're sliding up, already on my thighs! So, it's a person. A mushroom picker or another cyclist: he saw my bike by the road and from the trampled grass understood where I went. I stood frozen and waited to see who would appear from the water. And the hands were already shamelessly lying on my butt! The water released a human head, neck, shoulders, and now a guy was standing in front of me. Handsome. He was a bit shorter than me, but our eyes were roughly at the same level. I stood and examined him: he looked about 25 or a bit older, dark hair gathered in a small ponytail at the back, short dark stubble on his cheeks, thick long eyelashes, a thin nose, strong arms, shoulders, chest, the rest was underwater. He stood opposite me, held me by the waist and also looked, not saying a word.

I involuntarily swallowed, for some reason I wasn't scared anymore. I had been free from relationships and, accordingly, from sex for about two months, so my body responded to the touch of such a handsome man, and in such an ambiguous situation. I didn't want to resist. Finally, the silence was broken. He quietly said in a low voice: "You... are so beautiful... I couldn't help myself, sorry." And he removed his hands!!! No, that's very sweet of course, but not when I'm already wet! He started to back away (oh, where is my honor and decency?), I grabbed his hand, and he stopped. I moved closer to him, and we started kissing. Gently, slowly, I felt him embrace my waist again, and his hands slid over my back, my butt, my sides. I stroked his wet hair, shoulders, our kisses became hotter and hotter. I explored his body by touch, and it delighted me more and more!

Then I came to my senses:

 — What if someone else sees my bike and comes too?

 — They won't. No one ever comes here, I ride here all summer. And if someone does walk along the path, I hid our bikes anyway.

Then I felt his hand move down my tummy, over my smoothly shaved pussy, between the lips... and how a finger penetrated my hole, where it was already so hot and slippery! Well, how can we continue talking now?

We moved to a large tree trunk, one end of which lay on the shore, the other in the water. I sat on it straddling, facing my sudden lover, and he, to be close to me, came out of the water so that his muscular tummy, the top of his meaty thighs, and between them... Well, soon his friend moved away from the influence of the cold water and began to fill with strength. The man took my hefty tit in his hand and began to tease the nipple with his fingers. It was so arousing that my tummy began to contract, I began to tremble. He whispered to me: "Don't look, only I can do it like this. They are so sensitive on you!" In response, only a moan escaped me. My hand gently slid from his shoulder down his back, over his butt, over his thigh, and now I had his sturdy one in my hand (and when did he manage to fill out like that? He was just a little one a moment ago). I ran my hand from its base to the tip and back, then again, again, gently, and now he moaned.

Realizing he might finish so quickly, I switched to his butt: I started stroking it, squeezing it. And then he (this I definitely didn't expect) suddenly moved away and headed for the shore, and quickly.

 — Hey! Where are you going?!

 — I left something on the shore.

He ran onto the shore and bent down by a bush. Apparently, his things were hidden there. Now, from a distance, I could see how impressively sized his sturdy one was and how beautifully built my lover was. Something small and silver glinted in his hand, and he ran back to me. It was a condom.

 — You don't stop amazing me!

 — Do you want to put it on yourself?

I smiled playfully, tore open the package, took the condom with my lips and began to stretch it onto his cock. Another sweet moan escaped his chest. The man sat me back on the fallen tree, I wrapped my legs around his waist, he began to hold me so I wouldn't fall. He took his cock, rubbed it over my clit, over my lips, teasing me, and finally entered... we both let out a languid sigh. This is what I've been missing for so long... He started moving faster, and I started moaning. We kissed, hard, passionately, then he took me off the tree, turned me with my back to him, I arched my back, lifting my butt. He stroked the firm halves, inserted his cock into my wet pussy and again began to pull me onto his shaft, then slowed down, smeared a finger in my wetness and penetrated it into my butt. It was unexpected, but very pleasant. About two years ago I tried anal, but it hurt.

Meanwhile, there were already two fingers in my hole. He pulled his cock out of my pussy... took off the condom... the fingers of one hand began to tease my swollen clit button, and with his other hand he placed his cock against my already lubricated butt and said: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt. Just relax, I'll help." Indeed, I somehow got distracted by his actions with my clit and didn't notice how the tip went inside. Strange: so big, but no pain. Meanwhile, he entered my butt until I felt his balls touch my pussy. So deep! He started moving faster, even faster, reaching a frantic pace! He held me by the hips, I teased my clit with one hand. I felt thousands of tiny sweet particles gather in my lower abdomen... a couple more movements of my finger, a couple more thrusts of his cock, and the particles exploded, then showering over my entire body in waves. I heard from behind how my sweetheart moaned sweetly and longingly, he barely moved his cock in my butt, slowing down. He came too. He pulled out his cock, and semen flowed from my butt.

Later, when we were riding home, it turned out his name was Lesha and that we lived quite close by. We met quite often afterwards: at the dam, and in the forest, and in the field, and at home, and... but those are completely different stories, which I'll tell later.