River Heat With My Boyfriend

A steamy outdoor encounter from the girl next door

The sun sat high and warm when I slipped away from the house. Everyone thought I was heading to town for errands, but I had other plans. My boyfriend texted earlier saying he was spending the afternoon by the quiet stretch of river past the old bridge, the one with the clear green water and the trees that hang low enough to hide almost anything. I knew exactly what I wanted once I got there.

I chose the black lace bodysuit on purpose. The thin straps sat soft against my skin and the open lace left almost nothing to the imagination once it got wet. My hair was already damp from the short walk through the humid air. When I reached the water’s edge I stepped in slow, letting the cool current climb my thighs. The lace clung tighter with every step. I turned, looking back over my shoulder the way I knew he liked, hand resting on the curve of my hip, waiting for him to notice.

He was already watching. I saw the way his eyes moved over me, the way his mouth opened just a little. He walked into the water without a word, clothes left on the bank. The second his hands found my waist I felt the heat jump between us. He kissed my neck while the river moved around our legs. His fingers slid under the lace, tracing the wet skin of my stomach, then lower. I arched into him and the bodysuit felt suddenly too much, too much fabric between what I needed.

I pulled the straps down myself. The lace peeled away from my breasts and he groaned low in his throat. I stepped out of the rest of it and let the current take the black lace away. Standing there naked in the middle of the river with my wet hair sticking to my back felt better than anything I had planned. The water licked at my thighs while his hands cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him. I could feel how hard he already was.

Taking Him in the Water

He lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his hips and the head of his cock pressed right against my entrance. I was already soaked, not just from the river. When he pushed inside me the stretch made my breath catch. I locked my arms around his neck and rolled my hips, taking every thick inch until he bottomed out. The water splashed around us with every thrust. His hands gripped my ass hard enough to leave marks while he fucked me deep and steady.

I leaned back so he could watch my tits bounce with the motion. The sun hit the water droplets on my skin and he looked like he might lose it right there. I clenched around him on purpose and he cursed under his breath. Then he carried me a few steps toward the shallower edge where the rocks made a natural seat. He set me down, spun me around, and bent me forward so my hands braced against the smooth stone. The water still reached mid thigh. He entered me from behind in one long stroke and started pounding harder.

Every thrust sent water spraying up my stomach and between my breasts. I pushed back to meet him, wanting it deeper, wanting the wet slap of skin on skin. His hand slid around and found my clit, rubbing tight circles while he fucked me. The dual sensation made my knees weak. I came hard with a broken moan that echoed off the trees, walls of muscle clamping down on his cock. He kept going through it, chasing his own finish, and when he finally buried himself to the hilt and pulsed inside me I felt every hot spurt.

We stayed locked together for a long minute, breathing hard, the river washing over our joined bodies. When he finally pulled out I turned and kissed him slow and deep, tasting the salt on his lips. My legs still trembled. He scooped water over my breasts and down my stomach, rinsing the evidence of what we had just done, though neither of us cared if anyone ever found out. The girl next door had just gotten fucked raw in the middle of a sunlit river and it was exactly as filthy and perfect as I had hoped.

We stayed in the water until the sun started dropping lower. He kept touching me, soft now, trailing fingers along the insides of my thighs, over the soft swell of my belly, up to the points of my nipples that stayed hard in the cool air. I stroked him back to hardness under the surface and we went again, slower this time, face to face, my legs locked around him while the current carried us a little downstream. By the time we climbed out onto the warm rocks I could barely walk straight. My body felt used in the best way, marked by his hands and his cock and the river itself.

I left the lace bodysuit somewhere in the current. I walked back to the house later with nothing but his shirt thrown over my wet skin and the deep, satisfied ache between my legs reminding me of every thrust. Some days being the hot girl next door means baking cookies for the neighbors. Other days it means getting bent over in a river until I can barely stand. I know which kind of day I prefer.