New Skier - Sex Stories

New Skier

... this little sexpot. We were maybe four feet apart. Her wet hair clung to the sides of her face. Beads of splashed water were sprinkled on her freckled cheeks. Her pearly-white teeth shone brightly as she shivered momentarily as she adjusted to the cool water.

I so wished to see her pert little nipples, which I knew were bobbing just beneath the surface. I could only imagine in my mind that they had hardened like little pink erasers as the cool water enveloped them.

With my cock swinging freely under the water, I continued and managed to get one ski on the struggling girl. The second ski was sent out, and with more jostling, I managed to get it on her other foot. I couldn’t tell what part of her leg kept brushing against my straining cock, but the situation was absolutely erotic. With both skis finally on, I had to swim over to where the rope had been thrown. I felt like I was towing an anchor. My cock felt like it was dragging on the bottom of the lake during this short swim.

I handed her the tow rope and worked to get around behind her. Some small waves from other boats were bumping us against each other. The whole show for those back in the boat was comical, and even her parents were laughing and cheering as I was attempting to "help" their daughter.

Once we were finally in position, I felt for her waist and drew her back a little. My brain was going crazy as I felt her little bum nestle right into my open crotch. With all the laughter, the jacket straps, and ...

... the wave action, I guess she didn’t feel my cock throbbing against her. I held her steady as the boat took up the rope slack and stretched it out straight.

I remember so clearly seeing her mom and dad waving and smiling towards us as my naked cock nested so perfectly against the non-existent rear covering of her suit. The "ready signal" was given, and swiftly she pulled away from me. By the kindness of Dame Fortune, she promptly lost her balance and fell forward, splashing face-first into the water.

The entire process had to be repeated all over again. She had lost both skis and had to be repositioned again. My swim over to her was almost exhausting due to the lack of blood in my brain. I didn’t know if I would even last through another round of this.

This next time, as her parents urged her on, I held her in position with only one hand on her waist. She seemed to now understand the required set position and was able to keep the skis in front of her. Now with my right hand free, I located my floating cock, and with wrist movement only, I began stroking it furiously as the boat’s engine roared to life. Her warm body snapped away from my clutches. She took off like a pro and, surprisingly, stayed upright.

I floated there, just thinking to myself, "There is no way I could get back into that boat with my cock stiff as it was.” My only course of action was to continue stroking and finish myself off. So while I watched the boat tow the girl out into open water, I beat the ...