Afternoon Dip

Arthur gasped in delight as he felt the cold water creeping under his clothes and touching his skin. He watched in amusement as Helena finally stripped off her brassiere and underwear before jumping into the water.

"We are all alone anyway. Arthur, take off your clothes."

Arthur couldn't believe his ears. It had been a while since he had felt such excitement from a woman. His heart raced faster as he quickly stripped down to his boxers.

The cool water enveloped his body, sending shivers down his spine. He felt Helena's eyes on him, and when he looked at her, he saw desire and lust in her gaze.

Without a word, she swam closer, her body brushing against his. Arthur's breath hitched as he felt her hands on his chest, tracing lazy circles with her fingertips.

He moaned softly as she leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and demanding. He responded eagerly, slipping his tongue between her lips and tasting her sweetness.

She broke their kiss with a naughty smile, "Come and catch me," she said and swam far from him.

Arthur watched as Helena's curvaceous body disappeared under the water. He grinned mischievously, knowing precisely what he wanted to do. He took a deep breath and dove under.

The water was murky, but he spotted her a few meters away. He swam towards her, his hands extended to grab her waist. She eluded him, but he was determined to catch her.

He surfaced, took a deep breath, and saw her floating on her back, her breasts proudly pointing to the sky. Her eyes were closed, and she looked peaceful.

Arthur swam closer, admiring her beauty. He reached out and gently cupped her breast, feeling the heaviness in his palm. She moaned, and he pinched the nipple between his fingers, eliciting a louder moan from Helena.

He continued to massage her breast, taking turns between pinching and caressing it. He felt her nipples harden and looked down, noticing that her breasts had grown in size.

He smiled at her and leaned in, rubbing his face against her breast, feeling her nipple brush his face, and then licked the hardened nipple softly. He suckled, humming softly in his throat, his hand still fondling her other breast.

"Oh Helena, you have to stop me," he begged.

"I don't want to stop you. Make love with me. Would you?"

Helena's hand trailed down to his abs below them as they kissed. Arthur groaned as her fingers wrapped around his hardening shaft, stroking him slowly.

Helena pulled back from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you, Arthur," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.

Arthur lifted her up, carrying her out of the water, her legs wrapped around his waist. "Let's go to the outdoor shower I passionately made for you," he said, his lips partly parting from her.

"I'd love that," she answered."

They were in the outdoor shower and didn't even bother to close the door. He opened the shower and let their bodies drenched in water. Helena's sex appeal and desperation were too much for Arthur to deny.

"Can we wash each other's body first? Wash me," he grinned as she opened her legs invitingly.

"Of course. After I wash you, you'll do the same to me," he started grabbing the feminine wash.

His hands trembled when he grabbed a glob of lather and massaged it into Helena's labia and clitoris. He watched in amazement as the pink flesh turned white from the soap suds running over them. The sweet scent of dew rose between her legs as he rubbed it deeper and rinsed it with water.

Helena tipped her head back, savoring the sensation as Arthur washed her most private part before taking special care of her rosebud nipples.

"You're so good at it, Arthur."

"Now, will you do mine?"

"Of course," she said, kneeling down before him. She got the masculine wash on her hand. She poured the right amount and started caressing Arthur's hardened shaft to clean it.

A low moan escaped his lips as her hand traveled upward, rubbing the soap over his balls and then down to his naked ass.

"Damn it, Helena. You keep doing that, and I'll ..." His hand covered hers to stop her from touching.

She rose up, her breasts brushing against his chest, her nipples hard and aroused. Her hands trailed down to his narrow hips and slowly made their way down to his thighs.

Helena slowly knelt before him, her knees slipping on the wet floor, the warm water cascading over her back. Her hands traveled down his length to his hard ass.

When she reached his ass, she pushed the cheeks apart and buried her face in his crack, breathing in his unique odor. She was surprised to find that he had such a strong smell down there of musky sex and sweat. She brought her face up, her tongue lashing at the hairless crack. Arthur groaned. She found it exciting the way the muscles quivered beneath her tongue.

Helena opened his cheeks and brought her tongue up, feeling his hole. His anus was tight, like a little mouth she wanted to kiss passionately. Arthur moaned when Helena's tongue touched him slightly.

"Your taste is so sweet. You must have eaten pineapple or something," she said.

"No. Just you."

Helena smiled. "You're so witty." She closed her eyes, letting her mouth play over his exposed anus. Arthur's legs were wide apart, exposing his dark rosebud, which seemed to beckon to her. With a deep breath, Helena pushed her tongue into his hole.

Arthur moaned as she pushed her tongue in and out.

"Oh! Fuck! Oh, my God!" he moaned, his head dropping between shoulders. He loved the sensation of Helena's wet tongue penetrating him.

Helena smiled as she felt Arthur's anus suck on her tongue. She didn't know whether it was the salty taste of his ass or the smell, but it made her wet. She wanted to bury her face in his crack. She wanted to tongue fuck his ass until she was bone dry. She wanted to make him beg for mercy.

"I want to taste your cock," she whispered, coming up from his ass. "I want to see it hard."

Arthur kneeled on the floor, his legs spread apart. His cock was hard as a rock.

Helena bent down and licked his cock, starting from the tip. She took him in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue licking his shaft. Arthur cried out as his hands grabbed her hair. She didn't stop sucking until she felt his cock harden and the taste of pre-cum in her mouth. She pulled him out of her mouth.

"I want your cock inside me, Arthur," Helena said.

Arthur kneeled, his legs spread apart. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her back toward him. He could see her skin glistening with water. His cock slid in between her ass cheeks, rubbing the length of her slit before he slowly pushed himself into her.

Helena groaned as she felt his stiff rod slide in between her legs. Her buttocks parted, offering him her vagina in full view of the window. Her long hair cascaded down to her back and ass.

"Your cunt is so warm." Arthur reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing. He squeezed her nipples, drawing a moan. His big cock churned her insides, the friction driving her wild.

Helena cried out when she felt the thickness of his cock within her. She tried to make herself fuck him back, but Arthur's thick cock was driving her crazy. She squealed as he bent down, his hands on her buttocks, pulling her back. His mouth sucked her ass cheeks, his hard cock slamming into her.

"Oh! Arthur! Arthur!" she cried out.

"I'm going to make you scream," Arthur murmured, his eyes dropping to where Helena's legs were parted.

A small smile played on her lips. "Yes, scream for me too and shout my name, Arthur. I want to hear you scream with pleasure."

Arthur smiled and shook his head. "Oh, I will. But there is one thing I have never tried with you, and I'm sure you will love it more than I do."

"Which one?" Helena asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.