I laughed, because she made a good point. There’d been a group of teens here when we first pulled up, but they’d disappeared fast enough when they saw my colors. That worked out well for me, because I’d been dreaming about Becca naked and swimming around in that water for a long time now. Speaking of . . .
“Okay, strip down,” I told her, reaching for my shirt. I had it up and over my head, then I caught her staring at me. Not a “you’re incredibly sexy” stare, but a “what the fuck are you thinking?” stare.
“What?”
“You want to go skinny-dipping?” she asked, her voice a startled squeak.
“Water’s cold, Becca. You jump in wearing your clothes, you’ll freeze your ass off on the ride home. Strip down.”
“What if someone comes?”
I shrugged.
“You’re gorgeous, babe, but you don’t have anything new to this world. You’ve got the same parts as everyone else, so I doubt they’ll be too shocked.”
She blushed, which was cute. Funny, too, given she’d grown up around bikers. We weren’t exactly a shy people. I reached for my boots, pulling them off and then shoving down my pants. My dick was hard again, which was impressive considering I’d already fucked her twice that afternoon—once on her bed and once up against the kitchen wall halfway through making lunch. For some reason I’d expected the second time to be slower, less urgent, but seeing her naked just set me off. Couldn’t be helped.
“Okay,” Becca said, giggling and glancing around. She didn’t need to worry. We were on the old river road, well back from the main route to Callup. The only signs of civilization were some old bridge girders peeking out from above the trees in the distance.
Then Becca pulled her shirt off and I forgot all about swimming.
Damn, but she had nice tits. All round and perky, with tight pink nipples that just really, really needed to be sucked on for a while. I reached for her, but she darted away and suddenly we were in a race to get off our clothes.
We weren’t on the highest section of the rock, but we were high enough that when Becca turned and jumped off without a hint of hesitation, it surprised me. I watched as she cannonballed into the water, then kicked her way up and popped out, gasping and laughing.
“Oh my God, it’s so fucking cold!” she shouted. “You didn’t warn me. It’s colder than the regular river.”
“It’s deep and in the shade,” I yelled back, grinning. Then I dove in, flooded with exhilaration. I sliced through the icy cold water. I surfaced a good ten feet from her and lunged.
I wanted to feel those tight nipples all slippery and wet.
Becca laughed and splashed at me, then my arms caught her and pulled her tight into my body, our slick bodies sliding and rubbing against each other.
“It’s really, really fucking cold,” she whispered. “But it gets better after you start to go numb.”
She had a point—I couldn’t even feel my dick and I had a feeling my balls had crawled right up into my body.
“You know, I’d love to fuck you in the water, but I’m not sure it’s happening,” I admitted. She giggled, then leaned forward and kissed me. I savored the sensation. Even with my dick out of commission, this was the best date I’d ever had. And yeah, it was a date. I didn’t even care. I’d been a complete fucking idiot to wait this long.
She needed that time, dumbass.
Kicking my legs powerfully, I lay back in the water with her on top of me, sucking on her lips as my hands roamed free across her body. I found the crack of her ass, then slid my fingers lower. Now there was a nice way to warm my fingers . . .
Becca shivered, and I liked to think it wasn’t just from the cold. Her arms came around my shoulders, clutching me tight. Loved holding her like that.
Then she reared up and shoved me under the water.
I came up with a sputtering roar to find her swimming away as fast as she could, laughing hysterically the whole time.
“You’ll pay for that shit!” I shouted, starting after her.
“Whatcha gonna do? Spank me?”
“That’s a great idea, babe. I’m all over it.” Thirty seconds later I had her again, and we wrestled in the water and splashed each other until her lips started turning blue.
Fortunately I had a plan for warming her up.
Course, I’d have to thaw out my dick first.
—
An hour later we lay in the grass on the side of the river, dry and happy. I’d eaten her out, she’d sucked me off, and then we fucked again just for the hell of it.
Life was good.
Unfortunately the sun was starting to set. The river valley was narrow enough that the light tended to fade fast. Becca climbed up and over me, straddling my lap as she leaned her hands against my chest. I caught her by the waist and considered my woman.