A Riverside Reverie

Posted by Phallicity on July 29, 2011

He sat on the dock by the stream, listening to the water running over the rocks and relaxing. He could hear his friends laughter echo down to him from the cabin they had rented. Everyone was having such a good time. In his circle of friends, however, he was the only single guy. Everyone else brought their girlfriend or wife and he felt a bit like a fifth wheel here. He let his feet dangle in the cool water and looked down into the depths.

The waters were clear up here in the mountains. The current and ripples on the surface distorted the surroundings into beautiful abstracts. It was like looking at the world through a window from another world. He sat there for several minutes just letting the swirls of the current ease his mind.

He felt a tug at his foot and he twitched away from it. Sometimes fish would come nibble at his toes. Most of the time it just tickled, but the bigger fish hurt. He looked back down into the water and he felt the pull again on his right foot. He blinked his eyes wide and looked again. There was a girl under the water!

She was tugging on his foot, as if asking him to come in. Her hair was long and dark and flowed behind her like part of the river itself. Her eyes were a deep green that pulled at him stronger than her hand did, begging him to step into the waters. Her skin was fair and shown under the surface of the water. She was naked and beautiful, the curves of her legs and hips dancing teasingly under the reflective surface.

She tugged a third time and he felt somewhere inside him that if he did not go she would leave, her pleas unanswered. He slipped into the water and gasped as his head slipped under. The river was only about four feet deep near the dock yet he was completely surrounded by water. He panicked and started swimming towards the light above him until warm hands wrapped around his shoulders and neck, pulling him down. Green eyes stared back at him from an inch away, liquid pools of light and laughter. Her lips found his, soft, salty and warm. Her tongue flicked inside his mouth teasingly and his lungs filled with air.

She pulled back, an impish smile on her face, her hair streaming behind her. She kissed him again, this time deeper, hungrier than the first. Her hands tore at his clothes and they slipped off easily under the currents, like the river was stripping them off by itself. Her hands tangled in his hair as he savored her kiss and breathed in her breath. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, her skin soft as silk and warmer than the light coming from the surface.

She pulled him inside her and he broke off the kiss with a gasp. She grinned back at him as she pulled his hips into her with her legs. Her face was warm and flushed with lust. She rocked her hips and he felt her grip him tight inside her, working a slow rhythmic circle with her hips. His hands stroked down the swell of her hips to grab her ass and he throbbed inside her as he squeezed the soft, luscious curves in his hands. She let out a moan, a gentle sound he could somehow hear under the waves and slid her hands down to his shoulders, her fingers clawing into his back with need.

He felt it rising up through him. Their bodies twined beneath the light of the surface and above the dark depths of the river bottom. He felt the heat of her body and her lust through the every touch, kiss and thrust. She moaned in his ear and squeezed him in tight, so hot and wet he almost lost it then and there. She arched back in his arms and he sucked one of her nipples in his mouth, large and erect with her passion. He pulled it between his teeth, tugging slightly as he teased the tip with his tongue. Her nails bit into his back harder and one tangled back in his hair, pushing him harder into her sumptuous breasts.

He felt her body begin to shake and her hips ground against his, fast and frantic. He was nearly out of breath, but he didn’t dare stop. His whole body buzzed with pleasure and he could feel her hips squeezing against him so hungrily, her pussy hot and wet, squeezing tight around him as he plunged deeper and deeper into the depths. He heard her come and felt his own orgasm at the same time, his body throbbing with ecstasy. Her moans were ringing in his ears and it seemed the water around them erupted in thousands of minute bubbles, caressing and stroking every inch of their bodies.

He was losing consciousness now, his vision fading. He was warm and happy. He could die now, if he was with her. He could still see her smiling face and her beautiful green eyes…

He woke up coughing on the riverbank about a half mile from the cabin. He was cold and wet and his clothes were nowhere to be seen. He rubbed his eyes and tried to get his thoughts together. It had all felt so real… Had there been a girl? He sighed and stood up, stretching the cold out of his limbs. He felt a slight twinge across his back as he stretched and winced. A small, happy smile settled on his face. She had been real. Of course, no one would ever believe him. Maybe he scratched his back on some rocks? Sure.. that could happen.