Naughty by Nature (excerpt)
by Jonathan Eddington
Where I live is right next to a nature reserve, and on a hot summers day there is nothing better than walking through the shade of the trees, listening to the birdsong, spotting various wildlife, and smelling the flowers. In the few years I've been here I must have wandered all over this lovely place, often seeing no one else. Yet one day last summer will always be in my mind.
In the middle of the reserve there is a hidden pool I had discovered, and enjoyed, many times. As I made my way up the little slope that would bring me out behind one of the bushes near the pool, I noticed a scrap of material caught on a bramble. I felt a sense of disappointment that someone else knew about my special place. Not thinking what else that may have meant, and due to the unbearable heat, I took off my T-shirt and walked the last few feet topless, a slight but blessed breeze cooling my hot body. My breasts swaying gently as I walked, the cooling air making my nipples stand out. There I was, about to undo my skirt as I reached the top directly behind the bush, when I heard the sound of a zip.
I froze, half naked, quickly placing one arm across my breasts. Again I heard a noise. This time it was the sound of someone taking their clothes off. There was definitely someone else up here.
The sound had come from somewhere by the left of the pool, so carefully I peeked round the bush and saw a guy, now naked, and with his back to me, bent down placing his shoes on top of his clothes. Even in that position I could tell he kept himself in shape from his muscular torso, arms, and legs. He stood and turned and dived into the water, giving me a brief glance at his face, chest, and private parts as he did. I had been single for a while at this point after a long term relationship had ended badly. Up until I saw this guys naked body I had not realised how much I had missed sex.
So there I was, topless, hiding behind a bush, watching a hot, naked guy swimming in the pool. I could feel myself getting horny, and gently caressed my breasts, wishing it was this mystery guy doing it instead. The guys powerful arms quickly pulled him across the water, and soon he was at the other side. Instead of turning round, he swam backstroke as he returned, and to my surprise his cock was beginning to get hard as he swam. Once back to his original position, he again did the crawl to to other side. I found myself hoping he would again use backstroke to return, which he did, and by now his cock was distinctly sticking up. Intently I watched him swim and could not help but imagine how that growing cock might feel inside me. I slid a hand between my legs and, even though I knew I was horny, was surprised at how wet I was.
He did several more lengths of the pool, each time on the return trip his cock seemed bigger. Then, instead of heading back towards his clothes, he swam towards the large rocks were the stream ran down into the pool, climbed onto the largest one, and sat there. His cock pointing towards the sky, the whole of his body glistening in the sun. I wanted him so bad. My fingers were teasing my pussy and caressing my clit. I had not been this turned on in ages.
We must have been like that for just a couple of minutes, him sunbathing, me fingering myself, when suddenly he stood up. What was he about to do? Was he about to dive back in? Was he going to swim again? Or was this the end of his little show and he was going to go?
