Is the forbidden fruit really that forbidden?
It was a perfectly ordinary trip to nature, one of many. A river, a beach, nature — beautiful.
"What a handsome guy," I thought, stealing glances at my friend's boyfriend. The guy was standing by the grill. His tanned torso was simply driving me crazy, and I couldn't take my eyes off his slightly lowered shorts on his hips. On one hand, just a regular guy, but something drew me to him, and nighttime fantasies kept me awake.
Katya approached unnoticed.
— What are you thinking about? Such a smile on your face, it must be a prince on a white horse — she asked with a smile and a hint. I even flinched a little. "Not a prince on a white horse, but a nerd with a skewer."
— No, the sun
was hot and I guess I dozed off. So, is the shashlik ready? — I decided to change the subject.— Yeah, it's ready, Pashka called for you, but you didn't hear.
Katya held out her hand to me and we moved towards the makeshift table.
"Pashka" — such a simple, but beloved name echoed in my head.
The evening passed cheerfully, we played, fooled around, swam, fooled around again. I kept looking at the happy Katya and Pashka. He hugged her, kissed her stealthily, thinking no one saw them, stroked her buttocks, thighs, and his fingers often slid towards her pussy. Sometimes he squeezed her breasts, and she laughed and tried to break free... I closed my eyes and imagined myself in her place.
At night, everyone dispersed to their cabins, but I didn't feel like sleeping. I wanted to go to the beach, but then I turned slightly to the right. Moving a little away from the main beach, I sat down on the sand. It was quiet, only the splash of water and distant sounds, noise. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the relative silence.
— Hi — sounded unexpectedly very close. Pashka was standing nearby.
— Hi. What are you doing here? — I asked in surprise, inviting him to sit down next to me.
— Oh, just, Katya fell asleep, and I can't sleep for some reason, decided to take a walk and stumbled upon you. And why are you here?
"They argued again," I decided. They often argue, but then make up passionately, judging by Katya's stories.
— For the same reason.
He sat down very close. I could smell him, hear his heart beating. Everything around seemed to freeze, and besides us, no one existed. He was silent and so was I, afraid to scare away this mini idyll. Although for me it was something more, but for him, nothing special.
— Don't you want to take a swim? — he unexpectedly suggested.
— Probably not, I don't have a swimsuit — I answered shyly, although I wanted anything he might suggest.
— Come on, there's no one here, and I'll turn away.
Pashka quickly undressed, remaining in his swim trunks, and without looking back at me, ran into the water. I hesitated a little more, a couple of seconds, and finally decided.
My white top and shorts were immediately on the sand. I was left only in my lace panties. I quickly entered the water almost up to my neck. The water was like warm milk. It enveloped and caressed me, penetrating the most forbidden places.
Pashka managed to swim out to the deep part and was already returning. Finding himself near me, he stood up. Water dripped from his hair, and his face was illuminated by the moon. I looked straight into his blue eyes. It lasted forever, or maybe just a couple of minutes or seconds.
"No, I can't" — my conscience screamed inside, and I took a step back and stepped on some stone. My foot twisted and I almost fell, but his hands caught me. I found myself in his embrace. Having no more strength to restrain myself, in one motion I pressed my lips to his. However, there was no response from him. I pulled away. It felt bitter inside. I wanted to run away and hide, or even better, leave and forget everything. But a second later, my thoughts were interrupted by his lips, passionately pressing against mine. His tongue began to wander in my mouth, and his hands rested on my buttocks. I tried to press against him as tightly as possible. My hard nipples pressed into his chest, and my pussy felt his swollen bulge in his trunks. We stood like that in the water and kissed.
At some point, Pashka lifted me by my buttocks and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He began to walk out of the water, still kissing me, and now we were lying on the hot sand. His hands wandered all over my body, and I wrapped my arms and legs around his torso, afraid he would disappear.
At some point, Pashka began rubbing his erect cock against my pussy, but the barrier of my lace and his regular swim trunks was in the way. I took my hands off him and slightly pulled down his trunks from the sides. He understood everything instantly, and a second later, nothing was in our way.
— Are you sure? — he asked, peering into my face. No answer was needed. I moved myself so that his stick was at my cave. In one motion, he entered me and his eyes widened. Tears appeared in mine.
— You... you — he stammered.
— Yes — I answered a little hoarsely — You're the first and I've wanted this for a long time.
He began to enter slowly, afraid to cause more pain. But my arousal and desire were stronger than the pain, and I began to lower myself onto him myself. Then Pashka began to increase the pace, and the pain was replaced by a flood of emotions, from delight to bliss. It seemed I was flying or drowning in a sea of tenderness and love. Pashka kneaded my buttocks, as I had dreamed, kissed my breasts, sucked my nipples. Everything I had imagined was now real, and I wanted it to never end.
Pleasure began to increase and I moaned out loud. My body trembled, and then I was overcome by a wave of something extraordinary and mind-blowing. I grabbed onto Pashka, pressing as close as possible. We froze in that position.
Afterwards, the guy made a few more movements and came out of me. He picked me up and we entered the water again. We swam a little, washing the shame and lust from our bodies. However, when we came out of the water, his cock was still tense, although the arousal had subsided a bit. I came very close and took him in my hand.
— It's not necessary — he said. I felt he was ashamed of what had happened and wanted to forget about it. He took his things and was about to leave.
— But I want to — I said demandingly and knelt down. His cock twitched, as if inviting.
I kissed it first and pulled away. The excited flesh twitched again. After looking at him a little, I took him into my mouth. Pashka dropped his things on the sand. I ran my tongue along the shaft, then licked the head and began to suck uncertainly. I was doing this for the first time and was afraid of doing something wrong or causing the guy discomfort.
Pashka pushed me away for a moment and crouched down. His legs couldn't hold him anymore. I settled next to him and continued the caresses. The guy's fingers ran through my hair and he gradually began to regulate my pace. Sometimes he paused, and I acted slowly, sometimes, on the contrary, he increased the speed of movement. I heard light moans.
— I'm going to cum — he finally said and tried to push me away. However, I, on the contrary, sucked the flesh in even harder, and after a couple of movements, felt a bitterish liquid in my mouth. I began to swallow it, greedily smacking my lips. As soon as not a drop remained, I pulled away and lay down next to the guy. He also lay down and hugged me.
We were silent for a long time, not knowing what to say or what to do next. I looked at the sky and it seemed all the stars were winking at me and supporting me. I was about to say something, but heard light snoring. Pashka had fallen asleep or dozed off.
I carefully slipped out of his embrace and covered him with a T-shirt to hide his now calm cock. I got dressed, stuffed my panties into my pocket, and left, leaving a light kiss on his lips as a farewell.
I didn't want any words, to see his guilty face, or to listen to excuses. I was happy now and didn't want anything to destroy that feeling. Tomorrow would be a day, awkward glances, but that would be later, and now I was his and only his, and he was with me, and nothing more was needed.
In the morning, Pashka and Katya made up and were wandering together again. She hugged him, kissed him, he grabbed her buttocks, and she giggled and broke free. Now I watched without envy; I knew what it felt like. Last night he was only mine, and that couldn't be changed.