Rachael - The Babysitter - Sex Stories

Rachael - The Babysitter

... caught in my throat. She continued toward me, and I watched the water recede down her torso. When she stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at me, the shallow water level barely covered the fact that she had no bottoms on. I couldn’t move, and stood there gawking. “I always wanted to go skinny-dipping,” she whispered, giggling. “I bet you do it all the time, huh?” I shook my head, unable to tear my eyes from her nude body. I was aware that my cock stuck out in front of me like a flagpole, but I couldn’t move a muscle to cover it. Rachel moved to the lower step, and grasped my trunks by the waistband. Looking up at me, she whispered again. “Want to join me?” I nodded dumbly. “Yeah.” She grinned. “That’s the spirit!” With that, she pulled my trunks down to my ankles, giggling when my cock sprang upward after being released from captivity. I stepped out of my trunks, and followed Rachel into the water. “Oh wow! Doesn’t this feel good? If I had a pool, I’d be skinny-dipping every night.” ‘Good’? ‘Good’ wasn’t even close to describing what was happening. I was swimming nude with the hottest girl I’d ever met. It was pretty much the highlight of my life! We swam down to the deep end, floating around on our backs. My dick proudly stuck straight up in the air like a dorsal fin, and several times Rachel would giggle when she saw it. Soon she was diving under me, coming from below to try and surprise me. Several times her tits rubbed against me as she swam around. A few times, ...

... during all the splashing around, her hand or arm came in contact with my cock, causing it to twitch involuntarily. Soon, I began to give it back to her in spades, grabbing her and dunking her several times. She may have been older, but I was much stronger. I was also getting in a few discreet gropes of my own, and her laughter only made me bolder. After a while, I found myself standing in the shallow end, holding her underwater. She flailed around helplessly, and I brought her up long enough to get a breath, then dunked her right back down again. One of her arms wrapped around my leg, and as I pulled her back up again, it slid along the length of my erection. Her hand brushed against it, but this time just lingered there, fingertips gently exploring its length. She looked up at me, and moved a little closer. “Do you mind?” I gasped, and managed to shake my head. She continued to explore, and then wrapped her hand around it. “It’s a nice cock, not too big, not too small.” She giggled. “You’re really hard, too.” “Yeah,” I groaned. “It’s been like that all night.” She smirked at me in the moonlight. “I’m SO sorry! It’s not because of ME, is it?” I just nodded, washed away in the pleasurable sensation of her hand gliding over my swollen shaft. She smiled softly. “You can touch me if you want to. Don’t be shy.” I felt like a kid making his first trip to a candy store, but I didn’t want to just start pawing Rachel. She might think I was just like those other guys she talked about. ...