Sure enough, a small waterfall cascaded over some rocks. The area was shaded by pine trees, and the opposite shore of the lake was not visible from the little grove where they dismounted. Tying the horses to a tree in the shade, they walked down to the water's edge.
John was beginning to feel really good. The ride in the fresh air had revived him, and now he welcomed the solitude of the spot they had chosen.
Running on ahead, he splashed around in the cool water and turning to Carla, called: "C'mon, last one in's a…"
He gasped. He couldn't believe it! Were his eyes playing tricks on him? He blinked them, but it was still the same. She had taken off the top of her swimming suit!
His mouth hung open. He tried to speak, but no words would come out. His eyes were fixated on her firm young breasts, sweeping up proudly, the nipples still dormant in their brownish-pink beds.
"Carla!" he finally managed to say, "what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going for a swim, silly!" she teased.
"Put your top back on!" he ordered, sounding as gruff as he could.
"Oh, John," she pouted, "don't be a spoilsport! It feels wonderful to swim with my breasts free!"
"Oh, all right," he said reluctantly noticing her use of his first name. Turning, he dove into the clear water, a precise shallow dive, and surfaced many yards beyond the shore.
Looking around, he saw that Carla was swimming out to him, using a very practiced overarm stroke. When she finally reached him, he said: "Okay water baby, now let's see how bad your backstroke really is!"
Her reply was to press firmly on his unsuspecting head, sending him sputtering underwater. Skillfully regaining his breath, he swam silently and then suddenly pulled at her dangling legs, yanking the shrieking young girl under water with him. Her arms thrashed wildly as he pulled her, and he could see the hardened points of her breasts protruding from the firm water-buoyed young orbs. Her mouth was open, sending clouds of bubbles to the surface, and her long hair had loosened itself from the confining band and now billowed sensuously around her head. Finally, he released her madly kicking legs, and they rose to the top together.
Gasping, Carla said: "You jerk! What a lousy trick!"
"You started it!" John laughed back.
Then he froze. He had felt a hand brush against his groin, so fleeting a touch that he was unsure of whether he had really felt it. Carla's dripping face revealed nothing, and she continued to mildly berate him.
No, he thought, I must have imagined it! The sight of her young underdeveloped naked breasts, bobbing in the water, was affecting his brain!
"Race you back to the shore!" Carla said, suddenly.
"But what about your backstroke?"
"We can get to that later!" she called, already flashing by him, swimming madly.
Shrugging, he followed her, uninterested in racing her, his thoughts still wandering over that phantom touch. Whatever it was, he mused, it sure put some life into me! He could feel the first tendrils of life beginning to grow in his prick, and a dull ache, barely noticeable, was starting in his balls.
Swimming idly, John noticed that Carla had already reached the shore, and was walking up onto the beach, the water still at her hips, reminding him of the pictures he had seen of Venus rising from the sea! Quickening his pace, he finally touched bottom, and began to wade the last few feet to the beach. He could see Carla, lying sunbathing a few yards in, and he made his way over to where she lay.
"Boy, are you lazy…" he started to call, when his voice caught in his throat. Was he seeing things? It looked — it looked as if she were completely naked! Walking a few steps, a clearer view of her did not contradict his initial thought. With a strangled gasp, he saw that she had removed the bottom of her swimming suit, and was lying completely nude, soaking up the sun.
His feet felt rooted to the ground. He tried to call out, to warn her that he was within distance, but his voice died in his throat, and he could only gaze at the incredible lust-inciting sight before him. Her arms were flat out on either side of her, and her tanned skin was already dry from the hot rays of the sun. Her legs were slightly apart, and the dark shadow of her sparse young pubic triangle glistened invitingly in the sun. Her eyes were closed, and her dark hair fanned out, rapidly drying.
"Hi John…" he couldn't believe the throaty voice. She had opened her eyes and was staring at him.
"Why don't you sunbathe here beside me… it's a perfect spot!" she continued languidly.
His legs led him over to her of their own volition, and he found himself standing directly over her. Was it his imagination or did her breasts heave a little more rapidly? He ran his eyes over her slender body, feasting on the enticing sight. His hands, guided by some primordial instinct, began rolling down his swimming trunks, over his hips, and when they fell to his feet, he absently kicked them aside.
Carla's eyes immediately darted to his cock, which was rising to tumescence rapidly, spurred on by the loveliness of her tempting body.
His brain had ceased to function, and he had become a mindless animal, acting purely by instinct, guided by primeval urges alone.
Falling to his knees, he stretched out a hand, and tentatively laid it on a bronzed shoulder.
Suddenly, his head was buried between the glimmering cones of her breasts, and he was whispering.
"Carla… oh, Carla…"
His cock fell on to her taut, smooth young stomach and immediately jerked against the smoothness of her abdominal plane. He felt a tremor run through her and he grasped her by the shoulders. Looking into her eyes, he read acquiescence there, and even more prominent, desire.
Slowly, he lowered his lips on hers. An electrifying chill shook him as his mouth touched hers. The soft pliant lusciousness of her lips awoke new sensations in his own, and he eagerly ground them down on the willing young mouth. Gently, he pressed his tongue against her teeth, firm in their custodianship of her mouth, until he finally felt them give and he slipped his probing organ inside. Immediately, tip touched tip, and he felt her tongue timidly respond to the advances of his. Then they entwined, slipping and darting together in play, and he began to jab deeper and deeper into her throat. Her mouth felt like velvet, and her tongue was gaining in expertise as it probed and prodded experimentally.
Her arms crept up around his neck, and drew his head tighter down on her. His hands were gripping her shoulders, and unconsciously, he dug his fingers into the naked flesh, opening and closing his grip automatically. He could feel the vibrations of the first mewls of pleasure beginning in her throat, and nothing mattered to him now but the feel of this hot young body beneath him. One hand began to caress her hair, already matted with the pine needles which formed their bed, and their pungent odor mingled with the freshwater smell which was clinging to her hair.
Slowly, he lowered his lips and began to tenderly kiss her doelike neck, trailing down to her throat and her shoulders. He could feel a gentle undulation begin in her body, and her flesh cried out in desire, every nerve-ending sending a message to his own lust-aroused senses. He closed his lips over one of the ruby nipples, and he began to pull on it, rolling the tip between his lips, and gently pressing his lower teeth into the crinkled outer skin. The nipple rose to an even greater length, like a root reaching for water, it reached out for further caresses. He gently kissed the other rosy young bud, tweaking and teasing it, until its length corresponded with its greatly erected twin.
His lips wandered over the finely grained periphery of her burnished body, tracing a moist shower of kisses which the love-parched skin seemed to soak up instantly.
Carla's hands were grasping his shoulders now, and her long nails dug unmercifully into his skin, leaving reddening nail imprints on the unprotected flesh. Her mouth was open, and her red lips were framing words which he never thought he would hear from a young girl.