I’ve always loved the heat, but Bina never did. And this blazing heat was too much for most people. So we packed our bags and drove to a lake in the countryside. When we arrived, we were surprised. No one was around. A friend had suggested this lake, had said that not many people knew about it. But still … We hadn’t expected to be alone.
We picked a place under the trees near the lakefront, unfolded our blanket. We undressed and didn’t care about our bikinis—no one was around and we always preferred skinny dipping. Laughing, we ran into the cold—ice cold!—lake. After the first shock, we started swimming. In between strokes, we kissed. This felt so good!
We got out of the water, still laughing. For a couple of minutes, we stood in the sun. Felt the heat on our wet bodies. We walked to our blanket, holding hands. And then, Bina pushed me onto the blanket. She gripped my hands with her left hand and pulled them over my head, kissing me passionately. With her right hand, she touched my neck, my collarbone, my chest. She squeezed my right breast, carefully bit my nipple. I sighed. She turned her head and looked at my other breast. Slowly, she circled my left nipple with her fingernail and pinched it. I moaned. Her hand wandered to my belly, my mons, my vulva. I arched my back, tried to move my sweet spot towards her finger.
She pulled her hand back. When I stopped arching my back, she stroked me again. Then, unexpectedly, she pushed two fingers into my core and I moaned, almost screamed, in pleasure. Bina pulled her fingers out, turned my body around and sat on my tush, facing my feet. She started moving, pleasuring herself, and pushed her fingers deep into my yoni. She moaned, I moaned. I felt her arousal which aroused me even more. I pushed back against her fingers, silently begging her to let me come. We moved quicker and quicker. Bina found a way to touch my sweet spot with her other hand. She circled it. Once. Twice. Still rubbing her sweet spot against my tush. I still moved against her fingers in my core, against her finger on my button. And when she circled it a third time, both of us came with a cry.
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