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RIVER RATS Part 2

---Well here we are in Central Illinois, headed for another swimming hole at THE RIVER. We passed this place many times before the new bridge was put in. We always went farther to Spring Lake, to swim, fish, even campout along the edges of this large long spring-fed lake. Didn’t realize it then, it was formed out of wetlands and springs using low levees to create a Duck hunting area. But this could be another story.
--- Let’s go back down to the River! For many years we never went to this wide spring-feed spot with a wide sweeping bend along the River. Dense trees and brush, no places to park, and difficult to get down to water. A new bridge and the right of ways cleared now made access easy for us kids. But now this swimming hole was even nicer as far as family swimming. On one side, there was a natural wide slopping beach. The far side had a steep bank and a farmer’s field fenced from access from the County road. This twisty-turning River flowed wildly during Spring thaws and other times of heavy rains farther North. It created nice deep pockets in the curves….great for Catfishin and swimming. The new modern bridge, again, created slopping approaches for easy access to the nice natural beach below. Also again making a safe parking area for vehicles on the shoulders.
--- Since young couples with kids, and Grannies alike, came here to cool off during Summer weekends, we wandered down to the River after school, then on after work. We were all grown up and mature by now. Everyone wore bathing suits here. I was finally wearing Speedos and soon bikinis that my blushing bride and her girlfriends insisted I wore. You may think Pussy whipped or henpecked. But I learned long before this that it pays to listen to women.
--- Since this was a low bridge over the River, and much of the nice beach area was farther south of the bridge, it was more open for being seen from the bridge and roadway. Farmers on tractors, in grain trucks, and people passing to go fishing in the lake beyond often stopped on the bridge to take a look. But just cause we all wore bathing suits to the river didn’t mean they always remained all the way on, or even on, at all times! After all, we often played games like keep away, tag, etc. in and out of the water.
---But this is supposed to be about nudity and flashing again. Occasionally when a local farmer on a tractor, grain hauler, or anyone traveling this County road regularly passed or stopped briefly a breast or bare butt might be exposed for a few moments. This seemed to cause them to stop more often and look longer. Yelling nice comments and hinting to show more seemed to bring out the breast…best in many of the gals. And the bathing suits, over time, seemed to get skimpier, leaving more flesh bare and more accidental exposure. (?) Keep in mind the midwest was behind with clothing trends out on the west coast. And again the games began. I would get Dollie to loosen her bikini straps even more, letting her boobs flop out without much movement…by accident. Seems like the other gals were competing, which was fine with us young guys.
---Then one hot afternoon Dollie and I went to the river just to cool off alone. There was no one there except about 5 or 6 gals about our ages….mid-twenties. They seemed to be playing keep-away or just tossing a beach ball around. Boobies were bouncing freely in the open. They must have not expected anyone there either, cause they wore the tiniest bikinis possible. This was before us Mid-Westerners ever heard of thongs. Me being the only male, they seemed noticeably embarrassed at first, slipping pretty titties back into too-small cups the best they could. ----Dollie’s bikini was as tiny and my bikini, not covering too much either. We discovered that if I wore bikinis made of stretchy material my little pecker would sort of lay in a pouch. Altho we’d never seen these gals before, we were soon welcomed and joined in the game of keep away. Yes, I was trying to be careful,,,,, yea right….but seemed to be grabbing hands-full of bare boobies more often than the beach ball!
--- One of the girls decided to get even. Next time I “accidentally” got a grip on her bare breast she pulled my bikini down. A few gals got a peek before I could get my swimsuit back up. It happened again and again, all the while Dollie was laughing as much as those gals. Actually I believe it was Dollie who finally pulled my bikini down past my knees. I lost my balance and fell. Things get dizzy from here on. One of the girls was holding my bikini, then I was chasing her to get it. No longer was this a game of ball keep away….it became a game of my bikini, keeping it away from me. The more I ran and grabbed boobs, the more my Cock bounced and got hard. Each time a vehicle approached from either direction, I knelt down in the shallow water in the river.
---These gals weren't dumb. Those wild crazy girls stayed in the knee deep water and on the beach, forcing me to run wildly, naked as a Jay bird, in hot pursuit! I suppose this game ended as we all got tired. I don’t actually remember getting fondled by any of the girls. But I occasionally got grabbed and bumped during this recovery attempt. Finally my swimsuit was returned, we all had some laughs, and eventually we left. I don’t recall ever seeing those gals again. Tried to remember the car they were in but never saw it either. Dollie teased me many times and told our girlfriends about it.
---Yes, we sometimes took one of Dollie’s horny friends to those swimming holes too. But they remained good girls for the most part, in public. That is except for Charlotte a few times at the big deep clear Spring Lake. But that’s nuther story!