[Summer Contest Entry 2012] A Lazy River Ride
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The young man leaned his head back and breathed deeply. He closed his eyes and smiled. The sun shone warmly on his face. He let his hands dip into the water, the tube carrying him gently down the lazy river. Most of his body was submerged and he let the tube hold him up. He could hear the buzzing and screams of water park patrons in the distance. He tried to block out the sounds. His friends were off somewhere in the park having their own fun, but he had insisted on relaxing in the lazy river ride. Even his girlfriend tried to drag him out of the river, calling him an old man, but eventually, she decided to stay with him. She floated alongside him, the large tube holding her up easily.
Her long, obsidian hair matched her equally dark bikini. She wanted to go and have fun with her friends, but she couldn’t just leave her boyfriend all alone. She adjusted her top, and smiled as she remembered how she had modeled it for him. She teased him until he was rock hard, then abruptly stopped. She promised she would make it up to him later.
She had a petite figure, nearly a foot and a half shorter than her 6 foot tall boyfriend. Her breasts were rather small; she was always teased about in the locker rooms. She was self-conscious about them but he’d always laughed at her insecurities and said they were perfect. She seemed puny next to him, and when she questioned why he was with her, he’d wrap his arms around her and smile. Picking her up so she couldn't escape, he’d kiss her softly. No matter how many times he did this she would always blush, especially in public. He always made her feel pretty. Her slender arms and legs hung loosely off the tube, and she let her fingers trace the water's surface. She lifted her hand over her, and let the water drip onto her skin. The cool water made her shiver, and very quickly her nipples hardened. She looked over at her boyfriend; still smiling like an idiot. His eyes were closed, so it looked like he was sleeping. She wondered what he dreamed about. Was he dreaming about her? What was she doing? Naughty things, no doubt. She licked her lips, the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. Her time online at Fakku gave her plenty of ideas about his possible dreams. Was he dominating, forcing and humiliating her? Was she his slave? Maybe he was being tender, holding her quivering body in his powerful arms, whispering encouragement while making sweet love to her.
An ache emanated from between her legs. She shook her head, trying to clear her dirty mind. He could dream a million things, if he’s even asleep. She tried to reason with herself, yet every time she looked over at that stupid grin, she wondered. She eventually couldn’t take it. She wanted him, now. She looked at him again, and then looked around; there had to be someplace they could go. An idea suddenly struck her and her lips curled into a smile. She immediately tipped the tube over and slid into the water. She took a deep breath then dropped beneath the surface of the water. The young woman made a bee line for the dangling legs of her man.
He felt tugging on his swim trunks, but didn’t react at first. When the tugging became pulling, he opened his eyes. He looked down into the water to see an explosion of black. He felt a soft hand pull on his member and suddenly felt the familiar moist warmth of his girlfriend's mouth. He twitched, but didn’t make a sound. He felt her tongue roll over him, and he narrowed his eyes. Her hair swayed under the water. Fingertips grazed his belly, and two hands snaked up his chest. He looked around; there was no one nearby. One hand broke the surface and touched his chin. He sank deeper into the tube, to help hide their actions. He kissed her hand, and it caressed his cheek. He breathed deeply when she began to lick the underside of his member. His fists began to clench and unclench.
Too soon her delicate attentions stopped. He winced when her mouth left him. He felt her body press against him as she rose. Her hair hid her face as she emerged, like some mermaid. He smiled broadly; this siren definitely caught him. She brushed her wet hair aside to reveal a smile just as large as his. He tried to kiss her, but she raised a finger to his lips. She giggled, and watched his frustrated expression. She rubbed herself against him, pressing his manhood between them. He twitched, and she could feel the throbbing muscle pulse against her. She kissed him, and then wrapped her arms around him. Rubbing her body against his, she felt her own desire rise. She needed him inside her. She reached down between them, and felt the throbbing phallus. She looked into her boyfriend's eyes, his breathing was heavy. She pushed aside her bikini bottom, then positioned herself over him.
She slowly slid onto him. She felt him tense as she let herself become impaled. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs slowly moved and locked around his waist. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan as she looked at him. She began to grind herself against him.
The sounds of the water park drowned out their noises. He kissed her forehead and she pulled him completely inside her. She relished the feeling of him. She felt every throb, every twitch. She kissed his chest, pressing her small frame against him, grinding and stimulating herself against his body.
He forced his body to stay as still as possible. She’d started it, and he wanted to see how she handled this. He gritted his teeth and smiled at her wet, matted hair, her soft lips pecking at his chest. As much as he tried to fight it, his hips started picking up a steady rhythm; the small movement had its effect. She suddenly buried her face into the space between his shoulder and neck. Her nails dug into his back, and he winced slightly.
They floated in the river for what seemed like forever. Neither wanted to finish, only enjoy the ecstasy and happiness they brought each other. They slowed their movements to prolong their pleasure. He managed to keep his arms hanging out of the tube while she kept herself wrapped around him. Their weightless embrace was accented by their soft moans, often cut short to keep other people from noticing their hidden love-making. They whispered their 'I love you'’s and other such sweet verbalisms as they floated effortlessly around the artificial river. They moved slowly against each other, until she looked up into his eyes, she pushed herself up and kissed him determinedly.
He saw her expression, and he knew what she wanted. There was no need for words between them now. He started moving his hips faster, as she started grinding herself against him harder. She kissed him just as she started to moan, the renewed energy in their movements pushing their pleasure to new heights. They looked into each other's eyes just as they reached the edge. She knew she would scream out the instant they climaxed. His lips suddenly surged forward and found hers, and together, they fell over the edge.
Her body tightened around him, her arms and legs locking up. She clung to him like there was no tomorrow. She shuddered with each spurt. Her eyes fluttered as he filled her.
His muscles tensed, and his fists gripped tight. He felt himself release inside the small woman that clung to him. She gripped him tighter than the whole time before. Each spurt sent shivers through his spine, his body shook in time with her spasms.
The two did not stop their afterglow reverie for a while afterwards. Any movement one made was instantly translated into oversensitive shivers from the other. She rested her head against his shoulder, smiling and closing her eyes, her hold on his body only slightly loosening up. He looked down at her face, covered in such a silly grin. He tilted his head down over the young woman. His entire body felt like it’d been on fire, in a strangely good way. He tried raising his arms upwards to stretch. The pain shot through him immediately. He winced and looked up at his arms; they were a deep red colour. He frowned and wondered how long they’d been at it. He looked down again and saw that she was already drifting to sleep, still clutching him. He pulled himself up a bit in the tube so that she would not slip into the water, and smiled.
Her long, obsidian hair matched her equally dark bikini. She wanted to go and have fun with her friends, but she couldn’t just leave her boyfriend all alone. She adjusted her top, and smiled as she remembered how she had modeled it for him. She teased him until he was rock hard, then abruptly stopped. She promised she would make it up to him later.
She had a petite figure, nearly a foot and a half shorter than her 6 foot tall boyfriend. Her breasts were rather small; she was always teased about in the locker rooms. She was self-conscious about them but he’d always laughed at her insecurities and said they were perfect. She seemed puny next to him, and when she questioned why he was with her, he’d wrap his arms around her and smile. Picking her up so she couldn't escape, he’d kiss her softly. No matter how many times he did this she would always blush, especially in public. He always made her feel pretty. Her slender arms and legs hung loosely off the tube, and she let her fingers trace the water's surface. She lifted her hand over her, and let the water drip onto her skin. The cool water made her shiver, and very quickly her nipples hardened. She looked over at her boyfriend; still smiling like an idiot. His eyes were closed, so it looked like he was sleeping. She wondered what he dreamed about. Was he dreaming about her? What was she doing? Naughty things, no doubt. She licked her lips, the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. Her time online at Fakku gave her plenty of ideas about his possible dreams. Was he dominating, forcing and humiliating her? Was she his slave? Maybe he was being tender, holding her quivering body in his powerful arms, whispering encouragement while making sweet love to her.
An ache emanated from between her legs. She shook her head, trying to clear her dirty mind. He could dream a million things, if he’s even asleep. She tried to reason with herself, yet every time she looked over at that stupid grin, she wondered. She eventually couldn’t take it. She wanted him, now. She looked at him again, and then looked around; there had to be someplace they could go. An idea suddenly struck her and her lips curled into a smile. She immediately tipped the tube over and slid into the water. She took a deep breath then dropped beneath the surface of the water. The young woman made a bee line for the dangling legs of her man.
He felt tugging on his swim trunks, but didn’t react at first. When the tugging became pulling, he opened his eyes. He looked down into the water to see an explosion of black. He felt a soft hand pull on his member and suddenly felt the familiar moist warmth of his girlfriend's mouth. He twitched, but didn’t make a sound. He felt her tongue roll over him, and he narrowed his eyes. Her hair swayed under the water. Fingertips grazed his belly, and two hands snaked up his chest. He looked around; there was no one nearby. One hand broke the surface and touched his chin. He sank deeper into the tube, to help hide their actions. He kissed her hand, and it caressed his cheek. He breathed deeply when she began to lick the underside of his member. His fists began to clench and unclench.
Too soon her delicate attentions stopped. He winced when her mouth left him. He felt her body press against him as she rose. Her hair hid her face as she emerged, like some mermaid. He smiled broadly; this siren definitely caught him. She brushed her wet hair aside to reveal a smile just as large as his. He tried to kiss her, but she raised a finger to his lips. She giggled, and watched his frustrated expression. She rubbed herself against him, pressing his manhood between them. He twitched, and she could feel the throbbing muscle pulse against her. She kissed him, and then wrapped her arms around him. Rubbing her body against his, she felt her own desire rise. She needed him inside her. She reached down between them, and felt the throbbing phallus. She looked into her boyfriend's eyes, his breathing was heavy. She pushed aside her bikini bottom, then positioned herself over him.
She slowly slid onto him. She felt him tense as she let herself become impaled. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs slowly moved and locked around his waist. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan as she looked at him. She began to grind herself against him.
The sounds of the water park drowned out their noises. He kissed her forehead and she pulled him completely inside her. She relished the feeling of him. She felt every throb, every twitch. She kissed his chest, pressing her small frame against him, grinding and stimulating herself against his body.
He forced his body to stay as still as possible. She’d started it, and he wanted to see how she handled this. He gritted his teeth and smiled at her wet, matted hair, her soft lips pecking at his chest. As much as he tried to fight it, his hips started picking up a steady rhythm; the small movement had its effect. She suddenly buried her face into the space between his shoulder and neck. Her nails dug into his back, and he winced slightly.
They floated in the river for what seemed like forever. Neither wanted to finish, only enjoy the ecstasy and happiness they brought each other. They slowed their movements to prolong their pleasure. He managed to keep his arms hanging out of the tube while she kept herself wrapped around him. Their weightless embrace was accented by their soft moans, often cut short to keep other people from noticing their hidden love-making. They whispered their 'I love you'’s and other such sweet verbalisms as they floated effortlessly around the artificial river. They moved slowly against each other, until she looked up into his eyes, she pushed herself up and kissed him determinedly.
He saw her expression, and he knew what she wanted. There was no need for words between them now. He started moving his hips faster, as she started grinding herself against him harder. She kissed him just as she started to moan, the renewed energy in their movements pushing their pleasure to new heights. They looked into each other's eyes just as they reached the edge. She knew she would scream out the instant they climaxed. His lips suddenly surged forward and found hers, and together, they fell over the edge.
Her body tightened around him, her arms and legs locking up. She clung to him like there was no tomorrow. She shuddered with each spurt. Her eyes fluttered as he filled her.
His muscles tensed, and his fists gripped tight. He felt himself release inside the small woman that clung to him. She gripped him tighter than the whole time before. Each spurt sent shivers through his spine, his body shook in time with her spasms.
The two did not stop their afterglow reverie for a while afterwards. Any movement one made was instantly translated into oversensitive shivers from the other. She rested her head against his shoulder, smiling and closing her eyes, her hold on his body only slightly loosening up. He looked down at her face, covered in such a silly grin. He tilted his head down over the young woman. His entire body felt like it’d been on fire, in a strangely good way. He tried raising his arms upwards to stretch. The pain shot through him immediately. He winced and looked up at his arms; they were a deep red colour. He frowned and wondered how long they’d been at it. He looked down again and saw that she was already drifting to sleep, still clutching him. He pulled himself up a bit in the tube so that she would not slip into the water, and smiled.
