The Holiday Farm - Sex Stories

The Holiday Farm

... was Heather who broke the spell and started to undress first but Missy followed soon after. Now it was my turn to stare. Heather was beautiful, with porcelain skin and in the sun, her hair had firelights of red. She had the most alluring small breasts with puffy pink nipples and from my distance her sex appeared hairless. For a moment I forgot to tread water and started to sink as she and my beautiful Missy ran squealing into the water. It was a race between them to reach me and by the time they did, I was giggling and cheering them on. They swam into my embrace and the three of us tread water together, holding on to each other and talking all at once. Our skin was all goose-bumps and suddenly we were starting to feel the cold and our hands starting to get wrinkly. It wasn’t only our skin starting to be affected by the cold however. Heather was suddenly quiet and I became a little worried. We were all three in a tight embrace, slowly treading water but I was afraid if she was starting to cramp from the cold we may have some trouble getting her back to the shore. “Are you okay Heather,” I asked, concerned. “No… I mean yes I am fine but...,” she looked mortified. “I need to… tinkle; it’s the cold water.” I could barely stifle my giggles at the innocence of her words. I looked at Missy who nodded almost imperceptibly. If you can imagine the scene, Missy was to my right with my arm around her and my right hand cupping her right boob. Heather was in front facing us with her ...

... legs wrapped around the two of us “Heather, you can wee right here. There is so much water in this lake that nobody will ever notice the difference. We will hold you, just as you are”. Poor girl looked uncertain, but the call of nature got too loud and before long we felt the delicious warmth of her pee enveloping us. I shifted slightly to give Missy a little more because heather had up to now been pressed directly against my tummy. We were all three suddenly lost in the moment. When she had finished, Missy said to Heather, “Well one thing about it you don’t have to wipe,” which seemed to relax Heather enormously and we all giggled. We turned and swam back to the shore, Heather a little self-conscious but otherwise her spirits still high. We walked onto the grass lawn and I was for the first time truly able to gaze upon this elfin beauty. She had the palest dusting of peach fluff around her sex and when she raised her arms to shake her hair out a similar dusting under her arms. Her nipples were exquisitely puffy yet puckered, as Missy’s and mine were from the cold. We sat and for a while simply stared across the water, lost in our thoughts. At a point I heard a sound to my left and turned in time to see Missy take Heather in her arms and kiss her deeply. It was impossible almost, to restrain my own desires at this point but content to allow Missy to enjoy herself I simply watched, aware of the ever increasing heat in my nether regions. Feeling it was less than wise to get too ...