Show your stuff

“Leave the dishes for a few minutes, honey,” he said from the kitchen door. He waved a photo envelope at her. “I have something to show you.”

“Pictures?” She reached for a towel, drying her hands. “When did you take pictures?”

He only smiled, crooking his finger at her. Puzzled, she followed him to the living room, curling up against him. “Okay, wise guy,” she said. “Show your stuff!”

“Ooooh!” He kissed her forehead. “Baby, I’ll be happy to show you my stuff. But I think we should look at our pictures first.”

“Brat!” She poked him in the side. “Camping pictures!” she cried when he opened the envelope. “I forgot about these!”

“Me too. Remember this?” He pointed at the first photo. It showed her standing in the water, soaking wet, her tee shirt clinging to her body. The hard outlines of her nipples showed clearly, the thin cotton shorts suggesting the shape of her pussy. “This is a wallet photo for me.”

“Don’t you dare!” She glared at him. “I do remember that. You pushed me in the lake!”

“Well, yeah!” He took the photo, tucking it into his wallet

despite her freezing stare. Laughing, they flipped through the rest of the pictures, remembering all fun they had that camping trip. “Snuggling in our sleeping bags,” she said.

“Sitting by the fire, talking into the night,” he whispered.

“Long hikes in the woods. Afternoons fishing.”

“And you,” he said, pulling her closer, “going skinny dipping!”

It had been their last day at the lake, a delightful summer day. She didn’t ever want to leave this beautiful place. It was so quiet, so private. With an impish grin, she’d shed her clothing, slipping beneath the inviting waters as silently as she could.

The cold water was a shock, her nipples peaking, and she gasped, then forced herself to swim out a little farther. She could see him out on the dock, fishing, his back to her. Taking a deep breath, she ducked underwater, swimming towards him.

“Boo!” she cried, splashing up out of the water in front of him. For a brief instant, she thought he would fall into the water, he was so startled. Laughing, she turned and swam away from him, heading for the bobbing raft.

“Oooh! I will get you for that!” he cried. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him stripping his clothes off. The splash a few minutes later let her know he was in the water. His longer arms gave him a more powerful stroke, letting him catch up to her as she reached the raft. “Let me go!” she shrieked.

“Oh no!” He leaned back against the raft, pulling her back against him. His legs wrapped around her waist, his hands massaging the hard nipples, rubbing her breasts, her stomach. “I think we need to get out of this cold water.”

Reaching behind her, she wrapped her hand around his soft cock, the warmth of her hand sending a burst of pleasure through him. “Funny, isn’t it, how the cold affects me one way, and you another,” she said.

“You mean how it makes your nipples hard?” His fingers rubbed the hard nubs. “I never needed cold water to make that happen to you.” He began kissing her neck, his tongue leaving trails of warmth across her shoulders. “Don’t you think we should get out of this cold water?”

She climbed up onto the raft, and he watched, enjoying the view as her naked body left the water, the way her hard nipples looked so dark against her skin, the curve of her hips, her soft ass. He could feel his cock growing hard almost immediately.

The raft bobbed pleasantly on the water, as his hands began to explore her body once again. Over her breasts, down her stomach. His fingers traced drops of water as they rolled across her skin, leaving fire in her body where he touched.

Her hands caressed his chest, his shoulders, her fingers rubbing the water from his hair. He groaned as she touched his cock again, rubbing the sensitive head with her fingertips, wrapping her hand around it and stroking him slowly. Up and down, the way he liked, the way that drove him crazy.

Precum dribbled down the shaft of her cock, slick under her fingers. Up and down, faster and faster. His breath caught in his throat, his balls tingling. “You’d better stop,” he told her, groaning. “I’m going to cum.”

She smiled, leaning over his cock, her mouth open wide, waiting, an inch from the swollen head. She continued to stroke him, faster and faster, making him groan. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her, fascinated by her.

Crying out her name, he came, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open to watch the cum shoot out of his rock-hard cock up into her waiting mouth. He could see his jism splash against her tongue, her lips, watching her swallow quickly. She licked her lips, then licked his cock clean.

“Oh, yes… you skinny dipping.” He smiled at the memory. His cock grew hard instantly, pressing the soft fabric of his jogging pants out. “I think you have a problem there,” she observed.

He lifted her hand, bringing it down on the tent in his pants. “Think I can get your help with it?”

Without answering, she slid her hand under the waistband, grasping his cock as she had on the raft. Groaning softly, he leaned his head back, enjoying the sensation. “Uh, honey?” he said, after a moment. “Would you… would you do what you did on the raft?”

She smiled softly, then stood, heading towards the bedroom. “Better viewing in the bedroom.” She said, motioning for him to follow. “Turn out the lights, honey. The kitchen, too. We’re going to be far too busy to finish the dishes tonight.”