Joely's Swim - Sex Stories

Joely's Swim

He didn’t return to the lake till Monday, a beautifully warm sunny day with a mild south-westerly wind, perfect for swimming. Alone, he plunged into the ice-cold water, crawling as far as the mass of tangled brambles, lichen-petrified trees, bushes covering the far bank. Treading water, he swivelled his body, breast-stroking back to the solitary bank where he left his clothes, then heard a foreign voice.

‘Hi, I’m Joely. Mind if I swim here, too?’

She spoke in a deep southern drawl: Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi? She had the most achingly beautiful face he had ever seen; clear blue eyes, a sexy snub nose, pursed fleshy cherry lips, surrounded with shade-upon-shade of fiery red hair: copper, chestnut, ginger, amber, flirty waves, delightful oaken ringlets. Her skin was as pale as clotted cream. His perfect redhead. He worried she might burn in the fierce afternoon sun. Still, he said yes.

She dropped her bag on the ground, stripping off her ash grey t-shirt, running shoes, and tracksuit bottoms, revealing her striking magenta basque. Standing, hands-on-hips, her pretty head cocked to one side, she watched him tread water with his muscular legs.

Joely stooped and splashed her face and chest with water, it was freezing cold, it felt great.

‘I think I should swim now, don’t you?’ she said fancying him - madly, ‘Before I catch cold?’

There was a sunken bench, a relic of long-lost summer picnic outings before the crater was created by an enemy bomber shedding ...

... its payload after a midnight raid, then it flooded, forming a natural lake. He swam over and stood up on it. The water came up to his waist. He flexed his biceps, triceps, pecs, and abs in a valiant one-on-one attempt to impress her.

My Darcy, Joely imagined, flushing, only hotter.

She crouched on the bankside, preparing to dive. He admired her perfect musculature, her poise, her strength. Suspecting, she worked out in a private gym to keep herself slim and fit. Suspecting, Joely could hold her pose, control her breathing, hold her body rigid for him. She was within his grasp, touching distance. He thrust his pelvis at her needing her sex. A crude smile creased her face as she sized the big eel dangling between her man’s legs.

His face coloured, flame-red; ‘Sorry, forgot my trunks.’

‘That’s okay,’ she smiled, ‘I’ve seen a man’s cock before.’

I bet you have, he dreamed, ‘I’m Simon, by the way.’

‘Good to meet you, Simon. Let’s swim, shall we?’

Joely dived into his life headfirst, powering off across the lake face down in the water, her strong arms cutting through the chill, throwing her head back every few strokes, sucking at the tepid air.

Admiring her from afar, Simon turned in the water, following her, calm, preoccupied with her. Joely’s body was well-toned, perfectly proportioned. He imagined her torso dripping, clinging, to him.

Men, particularly lean, mean, charming men with huge cocks were hard to find in a rural setting. Joely took him into her ...