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Default More than skinny dipping at the quarry

Sorry this took me so long to write. I wrote it and then went back and reread it and thought about it and I would remember more details. Some I thought worth while to add, some of it wasn't. Every encounter I had this this friend at the rock quarry would get boring to read but this first one and the 2nd one is worthwhile I think and possibly one that did not result in sex at all. Anyway, here it is.


I know this episode of my life is not really about skinny dipping, but the place and skinny dipping is at the background of it. It is one of those episodes I mentioned that needs some background to understand it.

When I was 14 years old a close friend lost her mother unexpectedly in an accident. Several of us girls had spent a lot of time with her to help her deal and cope with it as much as a friend can in those situations.

One night three of us spent the night with her and we had fallen asleep in her room. I had got up and it was around 2 AM and I heard her dad on the couch. He was sad and I thought talking to himself but he was talking to a picture. I was standing at the hallway into the den when he spotted me.

I told him I was sorry for eavesdropping but I was concerned if he was okay. He assured me he was. I did not leave, I walked into the room and sat down on the couch at the other end from him. We talked for 3 hours about the loss of his wife and how his daughter was dealing with it – from my point of view. We kind of compared notes so to speak. At the end of the talk there was an innocent hug before I went back to bed. He had told me I seemed more mature than he had thought and I told him I surprise people sometimes. It did make me one of his favorites of his daughter’s friends.

It became almost a habit for him and I to sit and talk after everyone else went to sleep when I would stay over. Again, nothing inappropriate occurred except maybe it was strange that the two of us really connected on a friendship level.

Move forward a few years and I have not been over so much as his daughter was better friends with others in my group of friends as time had passed. Also, now I am over the age of legal consent in our state.

I am going swimming alone at the rock quarry, something I know can be dangerous but I mostly intended to lay out on the bank. I had to unlock the gate and I locked it back behind me.

I had a orange bikini on and a pair of cut-off denim jean shorts and sandals. If I remember right my hair had a tinge of dark blue at the end of my hair and I had cut it to shoulder length. Normally I am a dark brunette with very brown eyes that I have had more than one man tell me looked liquid up close.

I drove a 4x4 Pickup, the typical sports car for a country girl where I grew up and I seen a new truck already at the quarry. I did not know who it belonged to but I was already grumbling to myself because I might not be able to lay out nude.

Pulling up to the quarry I see a guy in the water across the quarry near the ledge and high wall. I recognize my friend’s dad. We will call him Chet though that is not his name. Stopping beside his truck I get out and walked around the truck waving at him and he waves back but I can tell he is acting a little strange.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes going to my right and the pile of clothes laying on the bank, realizing he is skinny dipping about the time I finish the sentence.

“Uh yeah,” he said as I started laughing. His swim trunks were still folded up beside his clothes. “You caught me!”

It took me a few moments to stop laughing. Pointing to the ledge behind him, I said, “We usually take our clothes to that ledge so we can put them on if someone drives up.”

“That sounds like good advice,” he said, his blush actually fading some as he stood almost neck deep near the ledge.

I have a weird sense of humor I am told, but it is very funny to me that this man I am friends with and is the same age (a little older) as my folks is standing naked in the rock quarry with his trunks by my feet.

“You are getting a hell of a kick out my situation aren’t you!?” he asked me, chuckling some himself.

“I am,” I said with a nod, taking off my jean shorts and kicking off my sandals.

“You are NOT getting in this water!” he said, his dad voice coming out. His eyes were on me though and my bikini body.

“I will bring your trunks,” I said as he started protesting, his protests dying as I took off my top and my bottoms. I picked up his trunks with my bikini and walked into the water as he stood there in total silence.

With one hand up holding the clothes I started awkwardly swimming across the quarry and he finally says, “Its okay to get my trunks wet.” So, then I started swimming semi-normally on across and up beside him near the ledge as I put the clothes on the ledge. I had to raise up out of the water there and he seen my breasts from the side and my butt surface momentarily before I was covered by the water. The bottom was sand and it made the water murky enough he could not see past my waist but he had no problems discerning my breasts.

“What?” I asked, my face unable to hide the mischievous smile that was wanting to break out.

“You know what,” he said shaking his head and looking down toward the gate. He met my eyes. “Rachel you have a hell of a body!”

“Thanks,” I said, kicking off backwards and floating a little as I moved out into the deep part of the water. He stood there looking at me.

“What?” I asked again.

“I hope no one else is supposed to show up,” he said.

“You wanted to get me alone?” I asked as he blushed again.

“You love this don’t you?!!”

I laughed. “Yeah I do! You are always so calm and collected and I think I just rattled your cage big time!!”

“Understatement,” he assured me. He didn’t seem like this older guy to me at the moment. He was just a guy I had been friends with and I actually trusted more than most. “Why did you do that?”

“If it bothers you, I can put my clothes back on,” I said sincerely.

“No, it’s probably not appropriate, but . . . ” he said shaking his head. “No, I actually like this.” He glanced at the gate area again in the distance.

“I locked it,” I said. “If you see a rooster tail of dust stop there someone might be opening the gate.” I noticed his look of wonder on his face. “We have partied and skinny dipped here since I was 13 or 14, starting with my mom.”

“That would be a nice group to skinny dip with,” he commented.

He visibly relaxed. We talked some small talk and I had swum back over near the ledge. Underneath where he was standing sand and small rock had made a sloping area against the quarry wall there and we used it to climb up on the ledge that led up to the high ledge up the wall in the dry. He was tall enough to stand on the flat part under water. I am five feet seven inches tall and I was not. I moved to the slope but the sand would roll under my feet. I slipped once and he grabbed me around my stomach and kind of held me in place.

Looking at his eyes I moved his hands down to the top of my hips and said, “Hold me here and I can keep my balance with your help.”

His eyes were on mine and I seen almost a slight grimace on his face and he half shook his head, “I want to ask you something.”

“Okay.”

“Can I kiss you?”

I nodded as he leaned forward and softly kissed me on the lips. His arms went around my shoulders and he pulled me to him in a hug. He looked at me and we kissed again.

“I have wanted to do that before,” he said softly.

“I know,” I said. “I have wanted you to before.” I leaned forward and kissed him. His hand moved to the side of my hips and I put my hands on his chest. We kissed again. I put my hands on his wrists and stepped to the side and he let me go. “I am going to swim some,” I said as he nodded.

Sliding down into the water to his neck, Chet moved back and watched me as I swam out in front of him. He moved back to the ledge as I watched him and then he surprised me as he climbed out of the water and sit on the ledge, his penis almost erect and huge. He and I was looking at each other and I realized he could see my body through the clear water further out in the quarry.

Swimming up to him I put my hands on his knees and pulled myself out of the water some, standing on the slope. He touched my face and said, “I think I am about to cross a line I told myself not to cross.”

I looked at his penis. It was like a bloated snake about to bust its skin it was so thick looking. The head was like a wedge-shaped mushroom on the end of the thick shaft and as I looked at it, he gripped the base of it and pointed it toward my face as his other hand went to my head. Leaning forward I took the head of his penis in my mouth as he moaned, my tongue swirling around it before taking more of the shaft into my mouth.

My mouth is kind of big though it does not look like it on my face. Still I could only get about half of his cock into my mouth as I sucked it. I sucked it for a long time as he scooted closer to the water to make it easier for me.

My tongue was massaging it as I took as much of it into my throat as I could, my lips gripping his shaft as I gave him a blow job there on the side of that rock quarry. His hands were in my hair as he watched me sucking his thick cock, telling me how pretty I was and how good it felt. I was very turned on and I remember it tasting like cock with a hint of the quarry water as I sucked it and that taste giving way to the sweet taste of his pre-sperm.

“I am going to cum soon,” he warned me.

“I like the taste of it,” I said, holding on to his cock as I spoke. “I want you to cum in my mouth,” I told him. He just held the side of my head as I started sucking it again. He and I looked at each other as I sucked him.

He took a long breath and said, “Its about to happen sweetheart.” I gripped his cock hard in my hands as he exhaled hard and his cock started throbbing in my mouth, a thick jet of cum shooting into the back of my throat! I struggled to swallow it at first but then as the pulses weakened, I was able to stop swallowing and keep some In my mouth. He was looking at my face as I showed him the cum in my mouth and swallowed it for him to see.

“Shiiiittttt!” he said with a smile, watching as I put my lips over the head of his cock, squeezing the length of it like you would a straw to get the last of a good thick milkshake out of it. ” What are you doing?”

“Getting every drop,” I replied, sucking on the head of his cock, licking the tip intently.

“You are so hot,” he said, his hips stroking his cock in my mouth a few times as we finished up with the blow job. “I have never had anyone do that last part before!”

I am not saying this just for the story I am writing. His cum was the best tasting cum I had ever tasted and I did want every drop of it as I squeezed and sucked on his cock. He sighed and pulled it away from me, dropping into the water beside me. Picking me up and putting me on the ledge, he said, “Your turn.”
Reaching under me to swipe some little rock that was hurting my butt, I felt him part my legs and pulled my pussy to his mouth. His tongue gently parted my pussy lips and licked inside of me, moving up to find my clitoris as he sucked softly on it, his tongue dancing on it as I moaned. His hands were in between my thighs, spreading me wide for his tongue to explore every bit of my pussy inside and out.

Unlike him I did not watch as I lay back, closing my eyes and giving myself to the sensations my pussy was experiencing. I too had been anticipating this pleasure and I was very horny, very turned on as he licked and ate my pussy. His thumbs spread me wide for his tongue and I felt it probe inside of me as though he was French kissing my pussy. I could feel his tongue inside and moving within me. Sometimes I have a hard time cumming though it is rare. This was not going to be one of those times as I felt a pressure building, a pleasant explosion that would rock me internally and spread through me from below.

“I am going to cum,” I half gasped and half whispered. He moaned something in response and kept licking me. I kind of got a cramp in my toes as I came so hard and my toes flexed with the release. I pulled my feet in and pressed them against the ledge as I accidently knocked him loose from the slope of the ledge and he went half under the water and came up with a laugh.

“That is the first time I have almost been drowned by pussy,” he said as he wiped the water from his face. I know I blushed but I laughed some too. I sit up as he moved up between my legs and tried to lift himself up.

“It think if we move down the ledge over there,” I said pointing down the flat ledge, “you can do what I think you want to do.”

Shaking his head, he said, “You know this quarry well don’t you?”

I just smiled and got up, getting his trunks and putting them under my bottom, I sit on the edge of the ledge. Chat felt the underwater ledge and stood up, his heavy and erect penis almost the same height as my pussy.

I seen him hesitate and I said, “I am on the pill. I never miss it.”

Chet put saliva in his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock before reaching down and gripping my thighs and pulled me toward him. I had spread my legs and he was looking down at me as he fit his cock against my pussy, rubbing it up and down my pussy lips as I inhaled in anticipation of him pushing that big cock inside of my pussy.

Slowly he pushed it inside of me and I had inhaled before and I kind of gasped, which made me snort as he stopped.

“I am okay,” I said as he looked in my face. He pushed more inside of me as I know I opened my mouth in an expression of “Oh my gosh!” as his thickness spread me inside and filled me.

“You are wet,” he said, slowly inching it into me as it filled me and I mean it felt so thick. I was definitely feeling it and I knew it would hurt a little until I got used to it, but that would happen quickly as long as he was gentle with at first. The man knew how his cock effected a woman because was very gently with me as he penetrated me, pulling out and pushing back a little deeper each time until he found the bottom of my pussy.

Gently he pressed against it and then pulled almost all the way out and went all the way back in again. Wow!! He did this slowly several times and then shortened the strokes as his hands were on my sides, my hips, leaning forward to rub my titties and nipples.

“I can’t believe I am fucking you,” he said as he thrust in and out of me a little harder but still slow enough it was feeling awesome and not overwhelming.

I remember telling him I wanted him to fuck me and he just smiled as he pushed my legs wide, his thumb starting to massage my clitoris, lighting rubbing it with two fingers while he fucked me.

He was bringing me close to orgasm with the way he was touching me along with his big cock being deep inside of me. He said, “You have wonderful hips.”

I know I smiled and he leaned forward as I leaned up and he kissed me. It seemed like he fucked me for 20 minutes. It was a long time and it felt good and I don’t think either of us really wanted it to end. I could tell he was close and I was close, fighting it from happening before I was ready when he grunted and his big shaft throbbed inside of me, my own orgasm following immediately as we both came so hard!! My eyes did not want to focus I came so hard as I was crying out in short gasps.

Chet kind of half chuckled, half groaned in appreciation, his cock as deep inside of me as it would go. I lay there looking at him.

“What’cha doin?” I asked innocently.

“Trying to make sure that every last drop of this sperm goes inside of this incredible young pussy,” he explained.

As I may have mentioned before, I have long fingers and I reached down and gripped the base of his cock and repeated what I did when I sucked him off. “Pull out a little,” I said as he did and I squeeze it down. He pulled out and I did it again over and over until I had milked his cock. Of course, heavy clumps of his cum ran out of me as soon as his cock fell out of my pussy, but it is the thought that counts, right?

“Put your bikini on,” he said as I sit up. He got his trunks and put them on. “It will be easier to swim back to the shallow side.”
“Ahhh,” I said, putting my bikini on and diving from the ledge past him as he swam a few feet behind me. We got to the shallow side and his trunks came off as he pitched them to the bank. He took off my bikini and did the same with it.

Swimming to him, he took me in his arms, his hands moving down to my legs under my butt and lifting me out of the water. His lips kissed my shoulders, chest, my breast, and down the flat of my stomach. I watched him as he sucked first one breast, then the other, sucking on my nipples and making me moan with pleasure. His hands were holding my butt and he lowered me and we kissed.

“There has to be a better place to fuck you than that damn rock ledge over there,” he growled and I laughed.

“I brought a beach blanket to lay on,” I said he brushed the wet hair out of my face. We went up to the bank and he rinsed out swim suits of sand as I put down the blanket in the grass. I was on my knees on it when he lay our swimsuits beside it in the grass and I shuffled some in front of him on my knees, sucking his cock again.

I did not suck it for very long before I stopped and asked him to put some baby oil on me. I lay on my stomach as he put my baby oil in his hands and massaged it into my entire back side. “Flip over,” he said and I did and he put baby oil all over my front. He baby oiled his cock and lay on his back as I moved over him and got on top of him, taking his cock slowly again, but this time the entry felt much better.

He lay there as I rode his cock, looking up at me and only breaking that position occasionally to kiss deeply. I came on his cock really hard as he held my breasts in his hands. He moved them to my hips and started rocking me again and so I stayed where I was, fucking him, determined to bring him to his 3rd orgasm.

I rode it forever it seemed and I had just came a second time from riding it when he said he was about to cum. He said he loved watching my face when I came. He pulled my hips down and he came, holding me in place and just rock as he filled my pussy the 2nd time. I lay with my face on his chest as he hugged me and I him as he coasted down from his orgasm.

“I wish I was your age,” he said. “Closer to it.”

I lay there and squeezed his cock some with my pussy as he laughed at me.

“I like your answer,” he said.

Raising up, I said, “I want to do this again.”

“I do too,” he said. “Do you mean here?”

Nodding, I said, “In a few evenings I will have another evening like this one where everyone is either working or busy with stuff of their own. I can come back.”

“Which evening?” he asked and I told him and he said, “Yeah, that is doable for me.”

“Are you dating anyone?” I asked.
He scowled a little. “Rachel, we can’t really . . .”

“I am not stupid,” I said shaking my head. “I know what this means in a small town. What it would mean to my folks. What it would mean to your daughter and what it could mean to your job.”

“Okay,” he said.

“But I want to do it some more this summer. I just mean if we are both not dating, we are not hiding it from someone who is going to know our schedule better than just our family.”

Understanding, he said, “Make it easier for us to get away like this.”

“Chet, I do care about you,” I said.

“I know you do honey,” he said. “I care about you too.” He kissed me, his hands on my bottom as he pushed his semi-erect cock in and out of me a few times before I got up and off of him.

He got on his knees and he kissed my stomach and my hips, his hands on my ass. “You better quit or you are going to have to fuck me again and we already been out here for a long time,” I warned him.

He kissed both of my titties and then we both went into the water and rinsed off some. We were quiet as we dressed, but we kept looking at each other with smiles on our faces. He kissed me and drove out ahead of me, opening the gate and letting me drive through before he closed it and locked it back.

He and I met out there several times that summer and they were fun times. We are still friends years later, but he remarried and he is very loyal to his wife as he should be. I am sure though that the temptation would be too great if it was just him and I at the rock quarry skinny dipping again.
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