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Exchange student

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After the tour, we headed back to the house. Lara had a way of walking that made every step seem like a dance, her hips swaying gently, teasing me with every movement. I couldn’t help but follow her, my eyes drawn to the sway of her hips like a moth to a flame.
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  1. Last Summer, I, Dan, was surprised to hear from my parents that they had agreed to host an exchange student from a distant, exotic country. Her name was Lara, a name that rolled off my tongue like a whisper of seduction. The moment she stepped off the plane, her light blonde hair cascading down her back, her pale skin, and her piercing eyes sparkling with curiosity, I knew this wouldn’t be a normal summer.
  2. I’ve never been some stud or popular guy, but when Lara looked at me, it was like the sun had come out from behind the clouds, making everything seem a little brighter, a little warmer. Her eyes had this way of looking through me, like she could see all my secrets, but she never said a word. She was from a place where modesty was just a concept in an outdated textbook, and she wore her beauty like a second skin—comfortable and unassuming.
  3. I on the other hand was just a normal 17 year old high school nerd. Thin and shy. I liked to write, read, and play video games. Girls didn’t throw themselves at me, and I had only had a couple of awkward relationships that never really went anywhere.
  4. Lara could only speak broken English, which made our initial interactions awkward yet somehow alluring. Her accent was like a siren’s song, lilting and exotic, and every word she spoke was a puzzle I eagerly pieced together in my mind. She was tall and lithe, with a figure that could make a saint reconsider his vows. Her skin was a canvas of freckles, scattered like stars across her nose and shoulders, hinting at the fiery passion that surely burned within.
  5. I helped her with her luggage once we arrived at the lake house, and she giggled, a sound that was music to my ears, as she stumbled over a rock. It was innocent, but the way her breasts jiggled under her loose, floral sundress made my heart race. Her laugh was infectious, and I found myself smiling, the heat rising in my cheeks. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and said something in her native language, which I assumed was a joke. I chuckled, nodded, and hoped she didn’t notice the bulge growing in my shorts.
  6. I couldn’t believe I would get to spend the summer with such an attractive female at my house. She was like a creature from my wildest dreams, and she was living under my roof. Every day was a silent battle between my shyness and my burgeoning desire. The tension grew as I watched her navigate the house in her barely-there outfits. She had a way of moving that was both innocent and seductive, as if she didn’t realize the power she held over me. Her every gesture was a tease that I craved, and every giggle was a siren’s call to my soul.
  7. The next morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen to find her looking for something to eat, her long legs swinging back and forth in the cool dawn air, wearing nothing but a pair of oversized white sleeping shirt that ended up being fairly thin, and I assume a pair of panties under them. The sight of her was like a punch to the gut. She looked like a nymph, fresh from a mythological painting, come to life in my parents’ kitchen. Her eyes, still sleepy, searched for something in the fridge, giving me a full view of her profile. I could see the soft curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her collarbones, and the way the fabric clung to her nipples, which had hardened into little peaks. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like she had fairly small breasts, which is what I am attracted to the most.
  8. She didn’t know I was there yet staring at her and she bent over to look in a shelf in the fridge. I caught a brief view of the bottom of her shirt rising up and revealing a sliver of her firm ass. I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping out loud. The thin material of the shirt did nothing to hide the outline of her panties, which were a scandalous shade of pink that matched the blush on my cheeks.
  9. I made a noise and she was startled jumping up and turning around, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw me standing there. She looked at me and giggled again, that sweet, melodious laugh that sent waves of heat through my body. She didn’t seem to care about the disparity in our states of dress. She seemed to just be trying to find something and tried asking me if I knew where the orange juice was, her English still a bit choppy. We kept ours in a pitcher so it wasn’t bivouac to her. I nodded and grabbed the pitcher from the fridge, handing it to her while trying not to let my hand shake.
  10. I grabbed two glasses and filled them with the chilled nectar, handing one to her with a tremble in my voice that I hoped she'd mistake for early-morning grogginess. Our fingers brushed together, and it was like a lightning bolt had struck me. I had to force myself to pull away, the electricity of the touch sending a jolt straight to my groin.
  11. We just smiled at each other and tried to have a conversation. I asked, “So, how old are you?”
  12. Her eyes sparkled, and she replied, “I am 18, same as you, yes?”
  13. I nodded, trying to keep my cool. "Yeah, I just turned 17 last week."
  14. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked.
  15. Lara replied, “I have only 3 sisters. I youngest. You have?”
  16. “I don’t have any. It gets lonely sometimes so I’m glad to have someone my age this summer.”
  17. Lara replied, “I be your sister this summer. Okay?”
  18. Her words, though innocently spoken, sent a shiver of desire down my spine. The idea of her playing the role of a sister, living so closely with me, sharing moments of intimacy, was too much to handle. But she had no idea of the thoughts racing through my mind. I managed a strained smile and said, “Sure, Lara. That sounds great.”
  19. My parents woke up and came to the kitchen where we tried to talk to her more about us. My mom asked me to give her a tour of our property. I eagerly complied to show her the barn, pool, small pond with a dock, and the animals.
  20. I suggested, “Do you want to change clothes before I show you around?”
  21. “Yes. I change. One minute.”
  22. It felt like an hour but she came down wearing a sundress and what seemed to be no bra. It turns out she rarely wore a bra that summer. The view of her long thin legs leading up to that dress was like a vision of heaven. Her skin was pale and smooth, and the dress fluttered around her like a cloud. I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, trying to appear casual while my mind was anything but.
  23. I started the tour with the barn, showing her the horses and the chickens. She was fascinated by the animals, especially the chicks that had just hatched. She picked one up and held it to her cheek, cooing at it in a way that was utterly endearing. Her skin was so soft, I was jealous of that little bird.
  24. Then we moved on to the pool. She looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “We swim later today?”
  25. I nodded, trying to act cool despite the raging boner that had decided to make a reappearance. “Sounds good. After lunch, maybe?”
  26. Lara nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I like swim. And you, you like?”
  27. “Yeah, I like to swim too.” I replied, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not let them wander to the tantalizing view of her cleavage.
  28. rinkti After the tour, we headed back to the house. Lara had a way of walking that made every step seem like a dance, her hips swaying gently, teasing me with every movement. I couldn’t help but follow her, my eyes drawn to the sway of her hips like a moth to a flame.
  29. Lunch was a fluster of awkward glances and forced conversation, with my mind racing with thoughts of what she might look like in a swimsuit. Finally, the time came to hit the pool. I went to my room to grab my trunks, trying to ignore the throbbing in my crotch.
  30. When I returned, Lara was already in the pool, the water lapping at the edge. The water concealed her swimsuit. I could only tell it looked yellow. I jumped in and we had fun swimming with me trying to get a glimpse here and there of her body without being obvious.
  31. It wasn’t until she said she was getting out that I had a full view. I couldn’t believe my eyes when she climbed out of the pool. The yellow bikini she wore was so minuscule, it was as if she were trying to challenge the very fabric of the universe to hold onto her modesty. The triangles of fabric barely covered her small, pert breasts, and the string that tied around her neck was so thin, it looked like it could snap with the slightest provocation. Her nipples stood erect from the cold water, begging for attention. Her ass behind the cheeky bottoms was bigger than I expected with a perfect roundness that made my mouth water.
  32. It seemed like she was teasing me looking away letting me stare as much as I wanted. eventually she decided to lay down in a chair and let the sun kiss her skin. I decided to do the same and laid down next to her. She didn’t mind the proximity and even gave me a small smile as if she knew what was going on in my head. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the scent of her coconut sunscreen was intoxicating.
  33. The view of her breasts barely covered so close to me was almost too much to handle. I was afraid she’d catch me staring so I tried to keep my eyes on my book. But every time I glanced over she’d be playing with her hair, twirling it around her fingers, or leaning over to pick something up, giving me a glimpse of her sideboob.
  34. The sun was hot on our bodies, and I could feel the sweat pooling between my legs. I tried to keep my breathing even, but every little move she made was a new torment. The way her stomach muscles tightened as she reached for her water bottle, the way the fabric clung to her nipples when she stood up to stretch. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch her.
  35. I decided then and there that I would make it my mission to see her naked that summer, even if it meant spying on her.
  36. I got lucky that afternoon. Lara decided she needed to change into something more comfortable for the rest of the day and went inside the house. I pretended to stay in the pool, but really, I was waiting for the perfect moment to follow her. I waited until she was out of sight, then slipped into the house, trying to be as quiet as a mouse.
  37. Her door was slightly ajar, and I could see her silhouette through the crack. She had already removed her bikini top, and she was toweling off her breasts with the same nonchalance she had displayed in the kitchen that morning. I felt like I was intruding on something sacred, but my body screamed for more.
  38. I knew i had better not push it. I just got a brief view of part of her breasts and I could wait for more. That afternoon she was wearing a loose shirt and bent down in front of me to grab something from the fridge. I was sitting at the kitchen table trying to read my book but my eyes kept straying to the gap between her shirt and her shorts. I could see the top of her panties and the way her ass cheeks played peekaboo with the fabric. I felt a warmth spreading through my body and my cock grew hard again. It was like my body was betraying me every second I was near her.
  39. She dropped something on the floor and bent over creating a gap at the top of her shirt giving me a partial view down it. I had to hold onto the chair to keep from lunging at her. She looked over her shoulder and caught my gaze. I quickly averted my eyes and pretended to be engrossed in my book, but she just giggled. She had to know I was checking her out.
  40. “You seem to be interested in my, um…what’s the word for?” And she pointed to her chest. My eyes grew wide and I tried to deny it but she just giggled again and said, “Is okay. I my country, these are not so hidden as they are here.”
  41. “You mean breasts?” I replied letting her know what they are called in English.
  42. “Yes, breasts. They are just part of the body, no?” She said it so casually that I couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and relief. Maybe she wouldn’t think I was a complete creep.
  43. I couldn’t think of what to say, so I went with “That’s nice” and smiled.
  44. Lara winked and said, “I know you look. It’s okay. It no bother me. Same as me seeing your chest, right?”
  45. Her candidness was disarming, and I felt the tension in the room dissipate. She was so open, so comfortable in her own skin, it was as if she didn’t understand the concept of embarrassment or shame. I nodded, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt.
  46. “What we do this afternoon?”
  47. Lara’s question jolted me out of my daze. I had been lost in thought, replaying the morning’s events in my head. The way her dress had fluttered around her, the way her eyes had sparkled when she talked about swimming. It was as if she was offering herself up to me on a silver platter, but I was too shy to take the bait.
  48. "We could go for a walk around the lake,"
  49. I suggested, trying to keep my voice steady. "Or maybe play some board games?"
  50. "Games sound fun,"
  51. she said, her eyes lighting up. "But later, yes?"
  52. I nodded, and she disappeared into her room, leaving me to wonder what she had in mind. The anticipation was killing me. I waited for what felt like an eternity, my thoughts racing with images of her naked body. I knew it was wrong to think about her like that, but I couldn’t help myself.
  53. As the afternoon grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of pine and the distant sound of the lake lapping against the shore, Lara emerged from her room wearing a sheer, white sundress that barely concealed the outline of her body beneath it. I could see the darker shadows of her nipples and the faint outline of her panties, and it took everything I had not to drool like a hungry wolf.
  54. We made our way down to the water's edge, the heat of the day pressing down on us like a warm, wet blanket. She kicked off her flip-flops and walked in the grass, the material of her dress clinging to her like a second skin. Her ass was a vision of perfection, the muscles rippling with every step she took. I couldn’t help but follow her, my eyes glued to the sway of her hips.
  55. "Dan, look!"
  56. she exclaimed, pointing to a butterfly flitting nearby. Her excitement was contagious, and I found myself smiling like a lovesick fool. She had a way of making everything seem new and exciting, as if the world was just waiting for her to discover it.
  57. We talked about normal stuff for a while and she seemed to enjoy her time. I certainly enjoyed the view of her body. We sat on a log by the lake and she leaned back, the sun glinting off her skin. It was all I could do to not lean in and kiss her. But she was my sister for the summer and I didn’t want to mess that up.
  58. That evening at dinner my parents said they had errands early the next morning and asked if i could help Lara. Lara said we would be fine.
  59. I woke up around 7, later than normal and came to the kitchen but she wasn’t there or in her room. I then heard sounds at the pool. She must have gone for a morning swim. I grabbed my glasses and walked out to the pool to find her in the water, swimming laps with a grace that made me feel like I was watching an Olympic athlete.
  60. She smiled and waved asking if we could have coffee out by the pool. I agreed and went back in to make some. When I came out she smiled again and swam a couple more laps saying, “I be out soon. I try to get 50 laps.”
  61. I sat down at the table and chairs and enjoyed the first sips of my coffee, feeling the warmth spread through me as I watched Lara cut through the water with surprising speed. Her thin arms and legs propelled her forward, and the ripples from her strokes reflected the early morning sunlight. I couldn't help but admire the way her body moved, each motion a silent symphony of grace and strength.
  62. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. As she finished her 50 laps, she swam to the stairs and started to emerge from the water. As her chest came out, she revealed she was swimming topless! I got my first full view of her small perky breasts as they were wet. They were amazing. Let me describe them for you in detail.
  63. She climbed out of the water, droplets glistening on her bare skin, her nipples standing proudly erect from the coolness of the pool. The sight of her uncovered breasts was like a revelation, a vision that left me feeling both awe and a deep, primal desire that I had never felt before.
  64. They were about the size of a small apple, with a gentle slope leading up to the most delicate pink areolae, and the most adorable little nubs of nipples that seemed to wink at me every time the sun kissed them. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and I could see the faint blush of her blood pulsing beneath the surface.
  65. Her areola were puffy, a sight I wasn’t expecting. They were a darker shade of pink than the surrounding skin, almost a coral color that contrasted starkly with the paleness of her breasts. The way the water beaded on her skin made them look like they were covered in a fine layer of crystals, sparkling in the early light. The sight of her was so erotic that I had to hold onto the chair to keep from walking over to her.
  66. She smiled at me nonchalantly and thanked me for the coffee.
  67. “See, nothing special, just breasts. You have them too, no?” She said as she took a sip.
  68. I nodded, trying to act cool but my throat was dry, and my mouth felt like sandpaper. I took a sip of my coffee and hoped it would help me form words. “Yeah, but they’re not, you know, here we just don’t see female breasts so often.”
  69. “In my country, is not a big deal. We share everything. And you are like family, right?” She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine.
  70. The way she talked about sharing made me want to share something with her, something deep and personal. I swallowed hard and said, “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful, Lara. You’re like a dream come to life.”
  71. Her smile grew wider, and she set her cup down.
  72. "Dan,"
  73. she said, her voice low and sultry, "you so nice. I’m glad you my brother for the summer. If you like my breasts, you can look as much as you want. It won’t bother me.”
  74. With that, she stepped closer to me, the water from her hair dripping down onto my bare chest. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as she leaned in and whispered, "But, maybe I should not show others? Just my brother? I don’t want to cause problems in your country.”
  75. Her proximity was intoxicating. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my cheek, and the smell of chlorine and coconut sunscreen made my head swim. I nodded, unable to form coherent. I was so thankful my parents were gone this morning.
  76. It turned out that my parents took a morning job so this is how Lara and I would start most mornings. Her taking a topless swim, me bringing her coffee and sometimes I’d join her doing laps. It was never sexual.
  77. Part of me got so used to seeing her small perky breasts that summer that she was right, they were just part of her body, just like mine. But another part of me down south still enjoyed every time I got to see them.
  78. My favorite was when they got cold and got goosebumps. The way her small perky breasts got from and pebbled, and how her puffy areola had hard nipples was amazing. I still picture it in my mind to this day.
  79. I got so used to the sight of Lara’s breasts that it became almost mundane, a part of our daily routine. But there was always that underlying tension, that secret thrill that we shared. It was as if we had a secret language, a silent pact of mutual attraction that only we understood.
  80. As the days turned into weeks, the tension grew stronger, more palpable. We’d play games in the living room, her bare legs stretching out next to me on the couch, the fabric of her shorts riding up just enough to reveal the top of her thigh. I’d catch myself staring, my hand hovering over the board, unable to focus on the game at hand. She’d catch me and give me that knowing smile, a smirk that played at the corner of her lips, taunting me with the promise of what could be.
  81. She would often just go topless around the house or farm when my parents werent around. She said it was because she was hot but I think she liked the effect it had on me. Her breasts had become so normal to me that sometimes I’d forget how erotic they were and then she’d lean over or bend down and boom, I’d get a reminder that she was a beautiful young woman.
  82. But it was the rest of her that was still a mystery to me. I had seen glimpses of her ass, but never fully. And the idea of her genitals was like a treasure I had to find. So I started spying on her. It was wrong, but I couldn’t help it.
  83. The first time I spied on her was when she was changing in the bathroom. I had gone in to grab my toothpaste and she was just finishing up. She had her back to me and was pulling her dress over her head. I pretended to be busy with the faucet and mirror so she wouldn’t suspect anything. But my eyes couldn’t help but sneak glances at her in the reflection.
  84. The second time I spied was from the barn. I saw her going into the house and I knew she’d be changing. I snuck around the back and found a small window that looked into her room. She had her curtains open and she was standing in front of her mirror. She was in her underwear, a skimpy thong and a matching bra. She was looking at herself, turning this way and that, admiring her body. It was like watching a goddess getting ready for bed.
  85. The third time was when she went skinny dipping in the pond. I knew she liked to swim naked at night so I waited until she was in the water and then snuck up to the edge of the pond. The moon was out and cast a silver light over her body. Her ass was so perfect, so round and firm, that it looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. And when she turned around, I finally saw the treasure I had been seeking. Her pussy was a soft mound, barely visible in the dim light, but the way the water clung to her made it clear she had shaved it smooth.
  86. But it was the fourth time that I got caught. I had become bolder, less careful. She was in her room and I had snuck in, hiding behind her door. I watched as she peeled off her clothes, revealing every inch of her body to me. Her breasts were like two small moons, and her stomach was so flat and toned it was like a canvas waiting to be painted on.
  87. But as she bent over to pick up a piece of clothing, she caught my reflection in the mirror. She whipped around and saw me, my eyes wide and my dick hard. She didn’t scream or get mad, she just looked at me with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
  88. "Dan,"
  89. she said, her voice low and sultry, "what are you doing?"
  90. I stuttered out an apology, but she just walked over to me and took my hand, pulling me into the room.
  91. "Is okay,"
  92. she said, her voice soothing, "you can look all you want. I don’t mind."
  93. And she turned back to the mirror, allowing me to see her naked body in all its glory. Her ass was just as perfect as I had imagined, two firm globes that begged to be squeezed and kissed. And between her legs, her pussy was pink and glistening.
  94. "See,"
  95. she said, turning around to face me, "just body."
  96. Her eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of embarrassment or shame. But all I felt was a deep, overwhelming lust that I couldn’t control. And in that moment, I knew that our summer was going to be anything but typical.
  97. The first time she left her bedroom door open was like a gift from the heavens. She was getting dressed for the day and I couldn’t help but peek in as I walked by. She was wearing only a tiny pair of lacy panties that barely covered her pussy. I could see the top of her slit and the hint of a trimmed bush above it. Her ass was a masterpiece, the kind that you see in art galleries, sculpted and round and just begging to be grabbed.
  98. But she didn’t stop there. She started leaving her bathroom door open when she showered. I’d sit on the toilet, pretending to read a magazine, but really I was watching her through the crack. The water would cascade down her body, making her skin shine like marble. I’d see her small breasts, the water running over her nipples, making them hard and perky. Her pussy was always shaved, and I’d see her hand sliding over it as she washed herself. It was like watching a porn, but better because she was real and right there.
  99. One morning, she was getting ready and didn’t know I was watching. She bent over to pick up a towel and her panties slipped down just enough to show me her tight, pink asshole. It was like a secret treasure that I hadn’t even dared to dream of. I felt my cock throb in my shorts, and I had to force myself to look away before I was caught.
  100. Another time, she was changing into her bikini by the pool. The door to the house was open, and she didn’t bother to close it. She pulled down her shorts, and her panties with them, revealing her bare ass to me. She had the most beautiful, plump cheeks, and the way the sun hit them was like a work of art. I watched as she bent over to grab her bikini bottoms, her pussy on full display. It was like watching a peep show, but instead of feeling guilty, I felt alive.
  101. Once she came out of the shower and walked straight to her bedroom, her wet body glistening in the light. She didn’t bother to cover up, and I got to see everything. Her breasts bobbed with every step she took, and her nipples were so hard they looked like they could cut glass. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to the most delicious mound of pubic hair I had ever seen. She saw me watching and just winked as she walked away.
  102. These moments of voyeurism became a secret game between us. She’d leave herself open for me to see, and I’d try to act like I didn’t notice. But every time she caught me, she’d just smile and go about her business. It was as if she was saying, "I know you want me, but I’m not going to make it easy for you."
  103. One evening, she walked into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth. She dropped her towel, and there she was, naked and unashamed. She saw me in the mirror and just shrugged as she started to shave her legs. Her pussy was bare, and her breasts were small and perfect, with those puffy areolae that had become my obsession.
  104. The most memorable was a time she sunbathed naked. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. She looked like a sculpture, something you’d find in a museum. She was laying on her stomach, her breasts pressed against the towel. She was so focused on her book that she didn’t even notice me come out.
  105. She turned over giving me a view of her full body and patted asking me to come sit next to her. This was the closest I had been to a naked girl and my heart was racing. I could see the way her skin was kissed by the sun, every curve and contour highlighted by the warm glow. Her breasts were small and perfect, the nipples pink and hard from the cool breeze that danced across them. Her stomach was flat, leading down to the mound of her Venus, which was completely bare and shaved, looking like the most delicate of flowers in full bloom.
  106. I sat down and she started asking me questions about why I wasn’t going without clothes. She started by saying that in her country, it’s natural to be naked around family and it’s not a big deal. She said, “You know, we’re all born without clothes. It’s just fabric that separates us from the sun, the air, and each other.”
  107. Her words were soothing, and I felt a strange sense of comfort. I took a deep breath and told her I was nervous. She just chuckled and said, “Dan, I promise, it’s okay. We’re just two people, enjoying the day together. No judgment, no expectations, just us and the sun. I’ll even close my eyes if it makes you feel better.”
  108. I swallowed hard and looked around, making sure we were alone. I knew my parents were out for the day, but the thought of being caught was still terrifying. But her confidence was infectious. I stood up, my hands shaking as I unbuckled my shorts and let them fall to the ground. I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling the warmth of the sun on my bare skin for the first time in what felt like forever.
  109. Lara didn’t look up from her book, her eyes hidden behind the shade of her sunglasses. She was the picture of casual, as if we did this every day. I took a tentative step toward her, my bare feet sinking into the soft grass. The breeze kissed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I sat down on the towel next to her, trying not to let my knees touch hers.
  110. “See? It’s not so bad, is it?”
  111. Her voice was soft and inviting, and I felt the last of my resistance crumbling. I leaned back, letting the sun soak into my skin. I could feel her gaze on me, but she said nothing. The silence was deafening, filled with the sound of my own racing heart.
  112. “You’re beautiful, Dan. Like a sculpture come to life.”
  113. Her words sent a warmth through me that had nothing to do with the sun. I glanced over at her, and she had set her book aside. She was looking at me with an intensity that made my stomach flip.
  114. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
  115. “You know, in my country, we celebrate the body. We don’t hide it away like it’s something to be ashamed of.”
  116. I nodded, trying to keep my breathing even. Her breasts were so close to me, those perfect little mounds that I had stolen glances of so many times.
  117. “Do you think I’m beautiful?”
  118. I turned to her, and she had taken off her sunglasses. Her eyes searched mine, and I knew I couldn’t lie to her.
  119. “Yes, Lara. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
  120. The words slipped out before I could stop them. She leaned closer, her breath hot against my cheek.
  121. “Then why are you so shy?”
  122. Her question hung in the air, thick with the scent of coconut sunscreen and the sweetness of our shared secret. She leaned in closer, her bare breasts brushing against my arm as she whispered.
  123. “This just isn’t normal to me. And you’re so beautiful. I just don’t want to mess up the friendship because I won’t be able to hide it when, you know, I get, aroused.”
  124. Lara responded, “you are brother to me. I see you are aroused by your…what’s the word for the clear liquid here…?” She pointed to the tip of my penis at my precum leaking.
  125. “You mean pre-cum?” I asked, my cheeks reddening.
  126. “Yes, pre-cum. It’s natural. But we should maybe go for a swim, no? To cool off?”
  127. I nodded, unable to speak. The idea of going for a swim with a raging boner was terrifying, but the thought of Lara’s bare body in the water was too tempting to resist.
  128. We walked to the pool, and she didn’t bother with a swimsuit. She just slipped into the water, her bare skin glowing under the lights. I followed her, trying to hide my erection. She swam over to me, and when she saw how nervous I was she laughed.
  129. “Dan, it’s okay. I know how boys are. It’s just a penis. It’s natural to get excited. But maybe you should swim. It will help you relax, yes?”
  130. Her voice was like a balm to my soul. I set the towel aside and slid into the water. The cool liquid wrapped around me, but it did nothing to quench the fire raging inside. She was right there, her breasts bobbing in the water, her nipples pebbled from the coolness.
  131. We swam and talked for what felt like hours. She was so comfortable with her body and mine that it started to feel almost normal. We played a game of tag, her laugh echoing through the night air as we splashed and chased each other. I tried not to think about the fact that this beautiful goddess was next to my naked hard cock.
  132. She declared suddenly, “I’m going inside to shower Dan. Your parents are pulling in so you should do something with that.” Pointing at my member.
  133. I nodded, feeling like I was caught in a daydream as she gracefully climbed out of the pool and padded towards the house. She didn’t bother with the towel, her wet footsteps leaving a trail on the warm concrete. I watched her retreating form, the droplets of water that clung to her skin like precious jewels, the way her ass cheeks clenched and released with every step. I was in love, I knew it, but I didn’t dare speak it.
  134. The next day, she suggested a horse ride. We had talked about it the night before, and I had agreed, eager to spend more time with her. We saddled up and set out into the countryside, the horses moving rhythmically beneath us, their hooves thudding softly against the earth. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything.
  135. After a while, she looked over at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Dan, it’s so hot. Why don’t we take off our clothes? Like we do at the pool.”
  136. I blinked at her, the words not quite computing. “What? Now?”
  137. “Yes, now. It’s just us. No one will see.”
  138. I felt a rush of heat to my face, but she had already slipped from her horse, her clothes peeling away like layers of an onion. Her breasts were free, her nipples already hard from the anticipation. She looked so natural, so at ease with herself that I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort.
  139. With trembling hands, I started to unbutton my shirt. She watched me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She straddled her horse again, her sex spreading open against the leather saddle. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The way the sunlight hit her skin made her glisten, like a sculpture of a goddess.
  140. My pants were next, and as they fell to the ground, I stepped out of them, my erection bobbing in the open air. She didn’t look away, her eyes lingering on my cock before she turned and galloped off, her breasts bouncing with every stride. The sight was like nothing I could have ever imagined, a mix of innocence and eroticism that was almost too much to handle.
  141. Her ass was a masterpiece, each cheek bouncing with the rhythm of the horse’s movement. Her pussy was bare, and I could see the pinkness of it as it melded with the saddle. The sight of her riding like that, so free and uninhibited, was like a siren’s call. But she had said we would stay non-sexual, and I had to honor that.
  142. I climbed onto my horse, trying not to think about the fact that my naked body was now exposed to the world. The leather was cool against my skin, and I felt every muscle in the horse beneath me. I urged him to follow her, my heart racing as we picked up speed.
  143. Her breasts were like two little apples, bouncing up and down with the horse’s motion. The way the light hit them made them look like they were covered in a fine dusting of gold. Her nipples were so hard they looked like little pebbles, standing at attention like tiny sentinels on her pale mounds.
  144. Her ass was a round, firm wonder, the cheeks jiggling with every movement. The sight of her pussy, open and welcoming, was like a secret invitation. But I knew I had to resist, had to keep this pure, had to remember she was my summer sister, not a conquest to be had.
  145. We rode like that for hours, the wind in our hair and the sun on our skin. We didn’t touch, didn’t speak. We just let our bodies move in sync with the horses, our nakedness a silent declaration of our bond.
  146. As we approached the house, she turned to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “That was fun, yes?”
  147. I nodded, unable to form words. She had given me a glimpse into a world I never knew existed, a world where clothes were optional and the only thing that mattered was the connection between two people.
  148. We dismounted, our horses breathing heavily from the exertion. She looked at me, her breasts heaving with every breath she took.
  149. “Thank you, Dan. I had a wonderful time. But remember, we are like brother and sister. No funny business, okay?”
  150. I nodded again, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. I had seen her in a way no one else ever would, and I knew that was a gift. But the ache between my legs was a constant reminder of the desires she had stirred up.
  151. We walked back to the house, our steps in sync. We didn’t bother to get dressed, our clothes discarded where we had left them. The house was empty, my parents out for the day, and the silence was filled with the echoes of our unspoken desires.
  152. We went about our day, playing board games and watching movies. She didn’t flaunt her nudity, but she didn’t hide it either. It was as if she had always been like this, as if the world had always been our little slice of Eden.
  153. But that night, as we lay in our separate beds, I couldn’t shake the images of her from my mind. Her breasts bouncing, her ass cheeks clenching, the way the light had kissed her skin. I lay there, my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking it gently. Just then I heard a faint sound coming from her room.
  154. I went and stood by her opened door and listened at first. There it was again, a faint moan.
  155. I decided to peek around and spotted Lara in the moonlight on her bed, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion between her legs. Her eyes were closed, lost in a world of pleasure that I had never been privy to before. I couldn’t help but watch, my own hand slowly moving to the bulge in my shorts. Her breaths grew heavier, and the sight of her naked body writhing in ecstasy was almost too much to handle. I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound as I stared at her.
  156. Her hand slid down to her pussy, her fingers parting her folds. The wetness glistened in the silver light, and I could see the way she was playing with herself, her hips bucking slightly as she grew more and more aroused. It was like watching a dance, a sacred ritual that I wasn’t meant to see, but I couldn’t look away.
  157. Her other hand found her breast, her thumb circling the nipple until it was a tight little peak. She pinched it lightly, her back arching as she let out a soft moan. The sound was like a siren’s call, beckoning me closer. I watched as she touched herself, her movements growing more urgent, more needy. It was a beautiful and erotic scene, one that I knew I’d replay in my mind for the rest of my life.
  158. The next day, we went swimming again. This time, she wore a bikini that barely contained her, and I couldn’t help but think of what I’d seen the night before. We splashed around, playing in the water like we always did. But my mind kept drifting back to her room, to the way she had touched herself so freely.
  159. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know.
  160. “Lara, can I ask you something?”
  161. Her eyes met mine, curious but not suspicious. “Of course, Dan. What’s on your mind?”
  162. “I saw you last night. In your room. What were you doing?”
  163. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, but she didn’t look away. “I was taking care of something my body needs. Sometimes, we all need to do that, you know?”
  164. I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “I do too. But I always feel weird about it. Like it’s something I shouldn’t do.”
  165. “Why, Dan? It’s natural. It’s like eating when you’re hungry, or sleeping when you’re tired. Our bodies have needs, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she replied, her voice as gentle as a whisper across the surface of the water. Her eyes searched mine, and I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and arousal.
  166. I swallowed hard, the question burning on the tip of my tongue. “What do you think about when you do that?”
  167. Lara leaned back in the water, her breasts bobbing up and down with the waves. She looked up at the sky, as if pondering the answer to a riddle. “I think about things that make me feel good, that make my body tingle. Sometimes, it’s the way the wind feels on my skin, or the way the sun warms my breasts. Other times, it’s more...specific thoughts.”
  168. Her words sent a jolt through me, and I felt my cock twitch. “What do you mean, specific thoughts?”
  169. “You know, like when you see something, or someone, that makes you feel excited. That’s what I mean.” She gave me a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
  170. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks as I thought about my own secret desires. The images that danced in my mind when I was alone in the dark, my hand moving in a steady rhythm. I had never talked about it with anyone, not even my closest friends. But with Lara, it felt...right.
  171. “I think about people, sometimes. Or situations. Just things that turn me on, I guess.”
  172. Her eyes searched mine, a hint of curiosity in their depths. “Who do you think about, Dan?”
  173. I couldn’t lie to her. Not after everything we had shared. “I think about you, Lara. I think about your body, and how it looks when you’re naked. I think about touching you, making you feel good, too.”
  174. Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, and she looked away for a moment before turning back to me. “That’s sweet, Dan. But remember, we’re just friends. Nothing more than that, okay?”
  175. I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. But deep down, I knew she was right. Our bond was special, and I didn’t want to ruin it by pushing too hard.
  176. The rest of the summer passed in a haze of unspoken desires and stolen glances. We continued our routine of swimming, playing games, and sharing intimate moments that left us both breathless. Each time she caught me watching her, she’d just smile and carry on, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
  177. One evening, as we sat by the firepit, the warmth of the flames dancing across her bare skin, she turned to me, a serious expression on her face.
  178. “Dan, I have something I want to share with you,” Lara began as we spread our picnic blanket under the shade of an ancient oak tree. The sun had dipped low, casting a warm glow over her bare body. She had suggested the picnic and insisted we do it without clothes, her reasoning being that we were both adults and that there was nothing to hide between friends.
  179. I felt my heart race as she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against my arm. “I have these thoughts, these...fantasies sometimes. They’re just in my head, you know? Nothing crazy, but they make me feel so...alive.”
  180. My cock stirred at her words, and I tried to keep my voice steady. “What kind of fantasies?”
  181. Lara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “Well, one of them is about a thief, sneaking into a palace to steal a precious jewel. But the guards catch him, and instead of punishing him, they decide to...use him for their pleasure. He’s bound and teased, and even though he’s there against his will, he can’t help but get hard, knowing that he’s the center of their desire. That’s what I think about when I touch myself sometimes.”
  182. Her words painted a vivid picture in my mind, and I couldn’t help but imagine her as the thief, her wrists bound with velvet ropes, her body writhing in pleasure. I felt my own desires stirring, the ache between my legs growing stronger.
  183. “And what about you, Dan? What makes you feel alive when you’re...alone?”
  184. I swallowed hard, trying to push away the images of her in my mind. “Well, I have this one where I’m a knight, and I save this princess from a dragon. We escape on horseback, and she’s so grateful she...she rewards me with her body. She’s naked and...willing, and we make love in the ruins of a castle as the sun sets over the horizon. It’s like something out of a storybook.”
  185. Her eyes lit up with interest. “Ah, the hero and the princess. That’s so romantic. But tell me, Dan, do you ever think about me when you do that?”
  186. The question hung in the air, and I felt a bead of sweat roll down my spine. “I...I might have. Sometimes, when I think about the princess, she looks like you. Your hair, your eyes, your...body.”
  187. Lara’s smile grew wider, and she reached for my hand, looking at me seriously in the eyes. “I’m pretty turned on right now with all these talk of fantasies. Would you mind if I masturbate here by the stream with you watching? You could touch yourself too if you want.”
  188. I nodded, not trusting my voice.
  189. “Good. Then let’s each masturbate, right here, and watch each other. It’s like we’re sharing a secret, a little piece of ourselves that no one else gets to see.”
  190. With trembling hands, she reached for her own picnic basket and pulled out a small jar of what looked like coconut oil. She unscrewed the lid and took a dollop, rubbing it between her fingers before spreading it over her breasts. The sight of her doing that was almost too much to bear, but I remained silent, my eyes glued to her every move.
  191. Lara’s hand slid down her stomach, her fingertips tracing the curve of her belly button before dipping lower. She parted her legs, and the anticipation was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Her hand moved lower, and she began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her eyes closed, and her mouth formed a perfect O as she lost herself in the sensation.
  192. I couldn’t help but mirror her movements, my hand finding its way to my cock, which was now standing at full attention. I stroked it slowly, trying to match the rhythm of her hand. The sound of our shared pleasure filled the night air, a symphony of sighs and gasps that seemed to echo off the stars.
  193. Her breathing grew quicker, her movements more erratic. I watched as her hand disappeared between her thighs, her fingers plunging deep inside her. She was so wet that I could hear the sound of her juices as she slid in and out. My hand moved faster, my own climax building with every stroke.
  194. She looked like a forest nymph. Her breasts wiggled with each of her movements. Her finger pressed into the apex between her folds. The sound of her moan grew louder and I couldn’t help but follow her lead. I started to stroke my cock harder, the pre-cum acting as a natural lubricant.
  195. Suddenly, she stopped and opened her eyes, looking at me with a mischievous smile. She reached out and took a dollop of the coconut oil and offered it to me. “Would you like some?”
  196. I nodded, taking the jar and smearing it over my shaft, feeling the warmth and slickness of it. I began to jerk off again, the sensation heightened by the oil and the sight of her.
  197. Her hand moved faster, her hips bucking against the pressure. I could see the muscles in her abdomen tensing as she approached her peak. I watched, entranced, as she brought her other hand up to her mouth and sucked on her thumb, her eyes never leaving mine.
  198. And then she was coming, her body convulsing in the throes of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a scream that seemed to shake the very earth beneath us. Her hand moved faster, her juices spilling out and running down her thighs. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
  199. And just as she was finishing, I felt my own orgasm building. My hand was a blur on my cock, the tension in my balls reaching a breaking point. I watched as she licked her thumb clean, a knowing smile on her face.
  200. “Come for me, Dan,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call. And with that, I was over the edge, my cum spurting out and landing on the picnic blanket, some of it splattering onto her leg.
  201. Her eyes went wide with surprise, and she looked down at the sticky mess. She reached out with her oily hand and touched a droplet, bringing it to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean, and then she was smiling again.
  202. “Would you like to taste it?” she asked, holding out her hand to me.
  203. I nodded, unable to believe what was happening. She brought her hand to my mouth, and I tasted myself on her fingers. It was salty and sweet, a taste I never knew I craved.
  204. The moment was electric, charged with a passion that I had never felt before. We were two strangers in the night, sharing something so intimate and raw. And as we both came down from our highs, we knew that we had gone too far.
  205. On the walk back she apologized for tasting me and I agreed we should make sure we don’t cross that invisible line.
  206. The next day we took it easy. Back to our. Kemal routine of swimming and tanning naked. We just talked about normal life stuff. We made sure to get dressed before my parents returned every day.
  207. That afternoon my dad asked Lara if it would be okay if him and my mom went away for the weekend leaving her with just me.
  208. They had no idea what our morning ritual was knowing we were so comfortable around each other. She said it would be fine and they asked her and I to make a shopping list for food and supplies.
  209. That night when we were alone, she whispered,”we can stay naked all weekend if you want”
  210. I obviously agreed tenting in my shorts right away which she noticed. I said we should agree on some rules.
  211. “No touching but watching is okay?”
  212. “Yes”
  213. “Is licking each others fluids okay?”
  214. “I don’t know, let’s see how it goes.”
  215. “And we stay nude all weekend, even sleeping?”
  216. “Agreed”
  217. She then leaned into me and whispered, “sometimes I like to masturbate for a whole day and climax as much as I can. Do you mind if I do that around you?”’
  218. “No, please. That sounds fun. I might join you” I replied.
  219. “Good” she said, “let’s add some items to this shipping list for our day of pleasure that your parents will think are just for our normal needs”
  220. So we each added several things to the list like whipped cream, chocolate sauce, strawberries, and a few new bottles of coconut oil. My heart was racing as I thought of the weekend ahead. Would we keep our boundaries, or would we succumb to the magnetic pull of our desires?
  221. The weekend arrived, and my parents left early on Friday, leaving us with an empty house and endless possibilities. The moment the door closed behind them, Lara turned to me with a devilish smile.
  222. “Ready for our adventure, Dan?”
  223. “Yes, but remember the rules. No touching. Only watching.”
  224. “Of course” she replied. Now let’s get naked and feel free. Tomorrow morning we masturbate!”
  225. We both shed our clothes, revealing our naked bodies to each other in the soft glow of the lamplight. She was a vision, her skin pale and flawless, her curves in stark contrast to my more defined physique. We lay down on the large, plush couch in the living room, the cool leather against our skin a stark reminder of our newfound freedom.
  226. The silence was thick with unspoken desire, our breathing the only sound in the room. Lara’s breasts rose and fell with every inhale and exhale, and I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She caught me looking and gave me a knowing smile.
  227. “You can look all you want, Dan. But remember, no touching. Just enjoy the view for now,” she teased, arching her back slightly to make her breasts stand out even more.
  228. We talked into the night, our naked bodies stretched out before the crackling fireplace, sharing stories and laughter. The warmth of the flames danced across our skin, painting us in a warm, intimate light. We didn’t need the distraction of clothing to feel close to one another. Our shared experiences had created a bond that went beyond the physical.
  229. As the night grew late, we decided to call it a day. We curled up together, her back to my front, our bodies a tapestry of heat. Her breathing grew steady, and soon she was asleep. I lay there, my cock pressed against her ass, the heat of her pussy a silent invitation. But I respected our agreement, my hand hovering just above her hip, yearning for contact but not crossing the line.
  230. The next morning, I woke up with a start, with morning wood standing proud. I forgot I had fallen asleep nude. Noticing that Lara had done the same. She lay there, her naked body on display, one arm thrown over her eyes to block out the early light.
  231. “Wakey, wakey, Lara. I’ve got a surprise for you,” I whispered, heading to the kitchen to prepare coffee. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and I brought two steaming mugs back to the living room, placing one on the coffee table within her reach.
  232. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, her breasts swaying gently. She took the mug from me, her nipples grazing my arm as she did. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me, and I had to clench my fists to keep from reaching out.
  233. “Thank you, Dan,” she murmured, taking a sip of the hot liquid. “This is perfect. Now, let’s go for a swim to wake up fully, yes?”
  234. We walked to the pool, our nakedness feeling as natural as breathing. The cool water was a refreshing shock as we submerged ourselves, the early morning light kissing our skin. We swam in lazy circles, our eyes meeting occasionally, the tension between us growing with every stroke.
  235. Lara’s breasts bobbed in the water, the peaks of her nipples teasing me with every breath she took. Her pussy was a shadow beneath the water, hinting at the treasures hidden beneath. I felt my erection growing, but I made sure to keep my distance, not wanting to break our unspoken rules.
  236. We climbed out of the pool, our skin glistening with water droplets. She turned to me, a playful glint in her eyes. “You know, I’ve been thinking about something,” she said, her voice a low purr.
  237. “I really could use some release. Mind if we start our masturbation session?”
  238. I shook my head.
  239. “Good. Let’s start out here in the sun. Pass me the coconut oil. Do as you wish but no touching. Would you do me a favor though, could you complement my body as you stroke yourself?”
  240. I nodded eagerly, my hand already moving to pump my cock as I watched her slather the oil over her skin. The way she touched herself, so tenderly and with such confidence, was a sight to behold. She lay back on the lounge chair, her legs spread wide, the sun glistening on her wet pussy.
  241. “Your breasts are so perfect, Lara,” I murmured, watching as she cupped them, her thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. Her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure at my words, and she began to massage them more vigorously. “So full and firm. And those nipples...they’re like little pink pearls, begging to be kissed and sucked.”
  242. Her hand slid down her stomach, and she began to rub her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She was wet, and the sound of her fingers sliding through her folds was like music to my ears.
  243. “Your pussy is so beautiful. It’s like a delicate bloom, waiting to be plucked by the right person. And when you get wet, it’s like you’re telling the world you’re ready to be taken.”
  244. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at me, her pupils dilated with arousal. “Keep going, Dan. Your words are making me so wet. Tell me more.”
  245. “Your ass, Lara. It’s like a ripe peach, begging for a bite. I want to spread your cheeks and taste you until you scream my name. And your thighs...so smooth, like silk. I bet they’d feel amazing wrapped around my face as I eat you out.”
  246. Her hand was moving faster now, her hips rocking into her touch. Her breathing grew ragged, and she bit her bottom lip. “Tell me about your fantasy again. The one where you save the princess and she rewards you with her body.”
  247. I closed my eyes, picturing her as the princess. “In my fantasy, I’m a knight, and I fight for you, Lara. I’d do anything to keep you safe, to make you happy. And when I finally get you alone, you’re so grateful you can’t keep your hands off me. You beg me to take you, to make you feel alive again after all the fear and danger. And I do, I take you right there, on the cold stone floor of the castle, your cries of pleasure echoing through the halls as I pound into you.”
  248. Her hand was a blur now, and I could see her getting closer to climax. Her chest was heaving, and she was biting her lip so hard I thought she might draw blood. “Don’t stop, Dan. I’m almost there.”
  249. I picked up the pace on my own cock, feeling the tightness in my balls. “And when I’m deep inside you, I feel like I’m home. Like I’ve found the one person in the world who can make me whole again. And when you come, it’s like the sun coming out after a storm. You’re so bright, so beautiful, it takes my breath away every time.”
  250. Her back arched off the chair, her body tightening. “I’m coming, Dan!” she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her hand didn’t stop moving, riding the waves of pleasure until she collapsed back onto the chair, panting.
  251. I watched her, my own climax building. I could feel it in the tips of my toes, the base of my spine. And as she lay there, spent and satisfied, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, our friendship could evolve into something more.
  252. But for now, we had our rules. And as I continued to stroke my cock, watching her catch her breath, I knew that this weekend was going to be one we’d never forget.
  253. I asked, “Lara, what else did you have in mind for today?” She got a smirk on her face and said, “Well, I did have a few thoughts. First, I want to make breakfast naked. Sometimes I like to use my naked body as a plate. Then I thought about going on a naked hike, and then I don’t know, what about we play some games outside by the pool?”
  254. I was a bit surprised but excited. “That sounds amazing. But, breakfast first, right?”
  255. “Yes, but remember we don’t touch, okay?” She winked at me as she got up and strutted to the kitchen. The way she walked, her ass wiggling slightly, had me harder than a brick wall.
  256. Lara began to cook breakfast in the nude. She was like a goddess in the kitchen, her breasts bobbing as she cracked eggs and stirred pancakes. She had a sprinkle of freckles on her shoulder that I hadn’t noticed before. It was like a constellation that I wanted to map out with my tongue. She was making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. The smell was intoxicating and I was getting hungrier by the second. She had a way of moving that was so mesmerizing, like a ballet dancer performing an erotic routine.
  257. After what felt like an eternity, she presented our breakfast. Two plates of food laid out in front of us with a side of nakedness. We both sat at the kitchen island and she spread her legs. “I plan to put my food here” pointing to her vagina and breasts, “but you can do what you like.”
  258. I watched as she put two pancakes on her groin, and one over easy egg on each breast as she laid back. She then put bacon on her flat tummy. It didn’t stop there though. She poured syrup on her pancakes and giggled as she said, “Oh, i can feel it dripping some down my butt crack, maybe that was too much.”
  259. I was mesmerized. She smiled and grabbed a fork and started eating. After a few bites she said, “Are you going to eat or just stand there with an erection? We need the energy, so eat!”
  260. I repositioned myself and grabbed two eggs and placed them on my groin, and two pancakes on my abs. As I poured the syrup she was looking back at me smiling again. It was then she cut into her first egg with the yolk now spreading and her trying to keep it from dripping off her using only her fork. Her nipple was now showing between the egg and the sight of her breast covered in sticky yellow yolk was pretty incredible.
  261. I tried to start eating though and found her watching me as I started to eat the eggs covering my penis and balls. As I used my fork on the eggs I felt the syrup from the pancakes dribble down my body and onto my cock. It was a weird sensation but also kind of hot. She was busy spreading the eggs and pancakes around her own body and popping the bacon into her mouth with such grace it was like watching a porn star in a food fetish scene.
  262. She stared at me as my groin started to be covered in slick yellow yolk and as I scraped at it with my fork. We laughed and enjoyed our breakfast, the occasional piece of food dropping off our bodies onto the floor. It was a mess but we were in such a heightened state of sexual tension that we didn’t care. We were living in the moment, savoring every bite and every sensation.
  263. We had to rinse off after that sticky mess so we each took showers. She went first and stepping out suggested we air dry rather than towel dry and that was fine with me so I stepped in and got cleaned up.
  264. When I got done I saw her planning on her phone for the hike. We grabbed some waters and hats and headed out. She took the lead since she knew where she was going. “The trail starts just up the driveway and goes into the rock canon East of here.”
  265. I’ll admit it was a bit hard paying attention to what she was saying because I was staring at that beautiful ass of hers jiggling with every step. It was amazing how she could just be so comfortable walking around in the open like this. We were surrounded by nature, and she was a part of it, moving so gracefully with each step, her bare feet making no sound on the earth below us. Her pussy was shaved and her ass was just as pale as the rest of her skin.
  266. We reached the rocky part of the trail and she looked back at me and gave me that playful grin. “You need help up?” she offered.
  267. I nodded, eager to feel her body against mine. But she just winked and climbed up herself, showing off her toned thighs and her perfect ass. I followed closely behind, trying to keep my eyes on the rocks in front of me, but every so often, I’d catch a glimpse of her pussy peeking out between her legs.
  268. We climbed up the rocks, and I couldn’t help but get a close-up view of her ass. It was like it was begging me to grab it. I had to grip the rocks tightly to keep from reaching out. The sight of her wetness shining in the sun was making me want to throw her down and take her right there. But we had our rules. We didn’t touch.
  269. As we reached the top, she turned around and sat on the rock, her legs spread out in front of me. She took a sip of water and offered me some. I took the bottle from her hand, and our fingers brushed together, sending sparks through my body. I took a sip and handed it back, trying to keep my cool.
  270. The hike continued, and every step she took was a tease, her breasts bouncing slightly with each stride. It was like watching a slow-motion striptease, but she wasn’t even trying. She was just being herself, and that was what made it so erotic.
  271. We reached a clearing and she laid out a blanket. The sun was high in the sky, and the air was filled with the scent of wildflowers. “We rest here. Eat some berries I picked earlier and watch the clouds. Like we in the sky, floating together without clothes!”
  272. We laid down on the blanket, side by side. I couldn’t help but let my hand drift to my cock, stroking it slowly as I watched her. She noticed and giggled, popping a berry into her mouth and rolling it around with her tongue before swallowing it. “You like watching me?” she asked.
  273. I nodded, unable to speak. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You know, back home, we often go naked outside. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Our bodies are gifts from the earth, and we should cherish them.”
  274. Her breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Instead, she took a handful of berries and began to feed them to me, her fingers grazing my lips with each offering.
  275. The berries were sweet, but the taste of her skin was even sweeter. She just watched me stroking myself and got that smirk of hers when she has an idea. She moved her hand with the berries above my cock that I was slowly stroking. She said, “here rub these against yourself, that might be fun, no?”. And with that she dropped a few raspberries and blackberries into my hand around my shaft.
  276. I tentatively rubbed them along my cock, feeling the juices mixing with the precum that was already there. She laughed and said, “more, more!” as she took the remaining berries and began to rub them all over her breasts and stomach, leaving a trail of juicy goodness.
  277. It was like a scene out of a dream, the sun beating down on us, the smell of wildflowers in the air, and the sound of our heavy breathing. I picked up the pace, my hand moving faster and faster, the berries leaving a sticky mess on my cock. She was doing the same, her hand a blur between her legs, her hips rising and falling as she masturbated in the open air.
  278. The berries were staining our skins a dark red. My cock and hands were covered in dark juices, and her breasts were like a canvas of paint smeared with red streaks.
  279. Our eyes locked as we both reached the edge. She whispered, “Come for me, Dan. Show me how much you like watching me play with my berries.”
  280. I couldn’t hold back anymore. The sight of her playing with her berry-covered tits and pussy was too much. I let out a loud moan and came, my seed shooting up into the air, some of it landing on her stomach. She watched with a mix of amusement and arousal, then leaned over and licked some of it off her stomach.
  281. “Mmm, salty berries,” she said with a laugh.
  282. We laid there for a while, panting and sticky with berry juice and sweat. The only sound was the rustling of the leaves in the trees above us.
  283. Lara sat up and began to clean herself off with the blanket. “Let’s clean up and head back, yes?” I agreed my mind curious about what games she was planning on playing. The hike back was no less mesmerizing as I stared at her ass jiggling with each step down the rocks.
  284. As we got back she told me to sit out by the pool. She went inside and came back out carrying a few things. I was curious what she was holding but also the sight of her chest still stained red by the berries reminded me of our hike.
  285. The first game she introduced was a twist on a classic. “You know this one, yes? It’s called Twister, but we play with a twist!” She giggled as she laid out the mat with all the colored dots. She had placed tiny stickers on each of the dots, some with a smiley face, some with a sad face, and some with a berry. The rules were simple, we’d take turns spinning the spinner and placing our hand or foot on the corresponding color without falling over. But the twist was that if you landed on a smiley face, you had to tell a dirty story, on a sad face, you had to perform a sexy dance move, and on a berry, you had to feed a berry to the other person without using your hands.
  286. We began to play, and the tension grew as we contorted our bodies into increasingly complex shapes. She spun and placed her hand on a smiley face, her breasts swaying with the motion. She told a steamy tale of a masseuse who couldn’t resist the allure of her client’s body, making my cock throb. When it was my turn, I hoped for a berry, eager to feed it to her in the most erotic way possible.
  287. But the universe had other plans. I spun and landed on a sad face. She looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “Show me your best sexy dance move, Dan!”
  288. I felt my cheeks heat up, but her enthusiasm was contagious. I stood up, trying to think of something that wouldn’t make me look like a complete fool. I settled for a slow, sensual grind, moving my hips in a way that made my cock slap against my stomach with every beat. She clapped and cheered me on, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of myself.
  289. The game continued, our stories growing more and more risque, our dance moves more provocative. When she finally landed on a berry, she approached me with a smirk, a ripe strawberry in her mouth. She leaned in close, her breath warm on my skin, and offered it to me. I took it with my teeth, our mouths brushing against each other in a dance of temptation.
  290. The second game she called “Naked Charades.” It was exactly what it sounded like. We’d act out movie titles, the catch was we had to use our bodies. She began, her eyes shining with excitement as she pretended to lick an invisible ice cream cone, her tongue darting out to touch her nipple. I guessed correctly, “9 ½ Weeks!” and she giggled, her hand swiping at her mouth as if to catch the imaginary melting treat.
  291. When it was my turn, I decided to go for something a little more risky. I pretended to straddle an invisible horse, my hips bucking wildly. She watched, her eyes wide and amused, before finally guessing, “Gunsmoke!”
  292. We played several more rounds, our laughter mixing with the sultry tension between us. Each gesture was more explicit than the last, each guess more loaded with innuendo. It was a dance of desire that we both knew could never be fully realized, not with our current boundaries.
  293. Before we we ready for bed, she asked me to write down three ways I wanted to try masturbating the next day and she would do the same. I wrote down: 1. With some chocolate sauce as lube, 2. Under water in the pool, and 3. Watching you masturbate out in nature.
  294. She asked me to read mine to her and when I did she seemed pleased. I said, “your turn, what do you have?”
  295. Lara took a deep breath and whispered her desires into my ear. “I want to try with a fruit, I want to use a vibrator on my clit. And maybe, I want to do it in the rain, the water mixing with my pleasure.”
  296. “Now” she said “we can each add one to the other’s list.” She smiled continuing, “I’ll go first. I want to instruct you what to do with yourself. I tell you what to do, where to put your hand, I guide you through it and you follow my every instruction. Is that okay with you?”
  297. Her voice was soothing and seductive, sending waves of desire through my body. I nodded eagerly, handing her the paper. She took it and wrote down three ways “Lara is in charge of cock and hand.” And handed it back saying, “What do you have in mind for me? How do you want to see me masturbate?”
  298. I took a deep breath, trying to think of something that would drive us both crazy. I spoke up, “I’m not sure if this would be too crazy for you, but one time i found my mom’s dildo in her drawer. What if you used that outside while all covered in massage oil making your body all shiny?”
  299. Her eyes got wide and she shook her head yes. She looked up at me and said, “Now, I can tell you are horny again after that conversation, but lets save your cum for tomorrow because you are going to need your energy for all your masturbation. Let’s sleep naked again out here in the living room.”
  300. With that we got ready for bed and I fell asleep pretty fast. She must have woken up before me because she wasn’t there when I got up. She had already made a pot of coffee so I poured myself a cup and went out to the pool finding her doing her usual morning laps.
  301. As she exited the pool, the sight of her tight body and small perky breasts with goosebumps and wet never got old. We chatted a bit until she asked, “So Dan, you ready for today? We should get you a good breakfast and then get started. We shall call today Masturbation Day.”
  302. “Masturbation Day?” I echoed with a laugh, trying to keep my composure.
  303. “Yes, Masturbation Day. It’s a celebration of our bodies and desires, but without the touching, remember?” she reminded me with a wink.
  304. We ate our breakfast, a feast of pancakes, eggs, and crispy bacon, all covered in sweet syrup. She had set it up outside again, on the small table by the pool. This time she had set out a bowl of fresh berries next to us.
  305. After we had finished eating she looked at me with those piercing blue eyes and said, “Let’s start with my first task, shall we?”
  306. Her voice was filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness. She picked up a ripe peach from the bowl, its fuzzy skin glistening with morning dew. She took a bite, the juice running down her chin, and she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. She held the fruit out to me, and I took a bite, the sweetness exploding in my mouth.
  307. With the peach still in her hand, she laid back on the lounge chair and spread her legs. The sun cast shadows across her smooth pussy, making it look even more appetizing. She began to rub the peach along her slit, the sticky juice mixing with her own wetness. She took another bite, then offered me another taste.
  308. I took a bite, the peach now a mix of sweet fruit and her essence. She watched me closely, her eyes never leaving mine as she continued to tease herself with the fruit. She was so erotic, so raw and natural in her desire that I felt like I was watching a porn star, but she wasn’t putting on a show. She was just being herself, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
  309. The peach was a perfect size, fitting easily into her hand as she began to rub it against her clit. Her hips bucked slightly with each pass, and she let out a soft moan that made my cock throb with need.
  310. I watched as she grew more and more lost in the sensation. Her breathing grew rapid, and her chest heaved with each breath. The peach was a mess of fruit juice and her arousal, and she took another bite, a drop of juice landing on her nipple.
  311. I couldn’t help myself slowly stroking as I watched keeping my distance, like a silent observer to the most intimate show. The way the peach slid between her folds was mesmerizing. She took another bite, the juices mixing with the berry stains from the day before, creating a tantalizing mess. She offered it to me again, but this time, she was closer, her breath hot against my neck as I took the fruit into my mouth, tasting her sweetness.
  312. Her eyes never left mine as she took the peach away and continued to rub it against her clit, her hand moving faster now, the sound of her wetness and the fruit’s stickiness filling the air. Her legs began to tremble, and she bit her lip, trying to hold in her moans. I could see the tension building in her body, the way her toes curled and her back arched.
  313. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she came. Her body spasmed, and she dropped the peach, the juices dripping down her thighs. She lay there for a moment, panting, before looking at me with a grin.
  314. “Your turn, Dan. What’s the first way you want to do it?”
  315. I stood up, my cock at full attention, and picked up the chocolate sauce from the breakfast tray. She watched with hungry eyes as I squeezed a generous amount onto my cock, the sauce dripping down like a river of sweet temptation.
  316. I started to stroke myself, the chocolate adding a new layer of sensation. The stickiness made every touch feel like heaven, and the warmth from the sun made it feel like I was being caressed by a thousand soft, warm fingers.
  317. Lara watched intently, licking her lips as she saw me getting closer and closer. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the chair, her own hand playing with the peach juice that still coated her stomach.
  318. She said, “Go slow. I have an idea”. I slowed my pace and she went to the fridge grabbing the milk. She poured it in a glass and warmed it in the microwave. She came and set it down on the chair below where I stood. I must have had a confused look on her face because she said, “It’s for you to masturbate into. Let the chocolate sauce drip into it, making hot chocolate. But also when you cum, shoot it into the cup making it sexy hot chocolate. No?” I nodded picking up the pace.
  319. She grabbed the bottle of sauce and squirted more directly on my hand and cock.
  320. “Mmm, you like that?” she asked, her voice dripping with sweet seduction.
  321. I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I worked my hand up and down my shaft, the chocolate sauce creating a sticky mess. She leaned in closer, her eyes glued to the action, and whispered, “Make sure not to miss the cup.”
  322. Her words were like a spark, igniting a fire within me. I felt the pressure building, the urge to spill my seed into the waiting cup growing stronger with every stroke. She could see the desperation in my eyes, the way my hand was moving faster and faster, and she leaned back, watching me with a smug smile.
  323. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grunted, my body tensing as I shot my load into the cup. The warm milk frothed and bubbled, mixing with the chocolate sauce to create a concoction that was both tantalizing and obscene.
  324. Lara took the cup from the chair and held it up to the light, examining the mixture. She licked her lips and looked at me, her eyes full of mischief.
  325. “It looks delicious, doesn’t it?” she asked, her voice a purr. “But it needs a stir. Stir it with your chocolate covered penis!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I wouldn’t protest. She held the cup while I used my fingers to maneuver my penis into the cup and give it a few stirs. As she pulled the cup down and away my cock twitched and drops of hot chocolate dripped down off my flaccid cock and onto the floor.
  326. She looked up at me and said,”Who should taste first?” My eyes widened not expecting that. And she followed up with, “Okay, I taste first.”
  327. She took a small sip, her eyes never leaving mine. She licked her lips and said, “Mmm, it’s sweet, just like you. Now you, Dan.”
  328. I took the cup from her and brought it to my mouth, the warmth of the liquid sending a thrill through my body. I took a sip, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate and the faint saltiness of my own cum. It was bizarre, but also surprisingly erotic, and I couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
  329. She wanted to finish the rest of it and I just watched as she drank and we talked about what was next on our lists.
  330. Her second task was using the vibrator. She had brought it out and turned it on, the low buzzing sound sending a shiver down my spine. She looked at me with a playful glint in her eye and said, "You can watch, but you have to stay right there, no touching."
  331. I nodded, my heart racing.
  332. Lara spread out a towel on the ground and laid down, placing the vibrator at the base of her spine. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her hand moving the toy in slow circles, teasing the sensitive skin above her ass. She moaned, her hand moving closer to her pussy with each pass. I watched, my own cock hardening again at the sight of her pleasure.
  333. Her hand moved lower, the vibrator now pressing against her clit. Her hips began to rock in time with the vibrations, her breath coming in short gasps. She was lost in sensation, and I felt like I was intruding on something sacred. But she was sharing this with me, letting me see her in a way no one else ever had.
  334. As she grew closer to climax, her movements grew more erratic. She whispered for me to come closer, and I knelt beside her, our eyes locked as she brought the vibrator to her mouth and took it in, her tongue flicking over the buzzing head. She moaned around it, the sound sending bolts of lust straight to my core.
  335. As she climaxed, the way her body arched and her toes curled was like nothing I had ever seen before. She was a symphony of pleasure, and I felt so privileged to be a part of it, even if only as a silent observer. When she was finished, she turned to me with a satisfied smile, the vibrator still buzzing in her hand.
  336. “What was next on your list Dan?”
  337. I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as I told her, “My next was to masturbate under water in the pool.” She said, “Good. It looks like you are ready, so let’s go use the pool to wash off and I want to get my goggles so I can get an underwater view.” She got that smirk of hers again.
  338. We went back to the pool, and she handed me the goggles, “Here, put these on so you can see everything clearly.” I slipped them on, adjusting the strap and took a deep breath before I slid into the cool embrace of the water.
  339. Under the surface, the world was silent and serene. The sunlight filtered through the water, casting a soft blue glow on everything. Lara swam over to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She didn’t touch me, but the mere proximity of her naked body was enough to make me hard again.
  340. I looked down and watched as my cock grew erect, the water making it look like it was floating in zero gravity. She swam closer, her eyes never leaving my crotch. I took a deep breath and began to stroke myself, the sensation of the water around my cock was like nothing I had ever felt before.
  341. Every movement was amplified, the water caressing my shaft with a gentle touch that made my eyes roll back in my head. The sight of my hand moving up and down was like watching an underwater ballet, a silent dance of pleasure.
  342. As I grew closer to climax, I could feel the tension building in my balls. I looked over at Lara, her eyes wide with anticipation. She had moved closer, her body hovering just out of reach, her own hand playing idly between her legs.
  343. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and as I came, I watched the ropes of cum shoot out into the water, floating in the blue haze before dissipating into the pool. It was like watching a silent explosion, a burst of white in the serene blue world.
  344. After I had finished, I looked over to see her staring at the water where I had just cum. She leaned closer and took a deep breath, her cheeks puffing out as she sucked in some of the water. She looked surprised for a moment and then took off her goggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
  345. The day was still young, and we had one more task to complete from our masturbation list. Lara’s third task was to masturbate in the rain. We had talked about it the night before, and she had been so excited about the idea that I couldn’t wait to see her in action.
  346. It looked like we might have a few hours until the rain would come so we talked out by the pool about normal life stuff. It was a bit odd being naked and so sexual around each other, yet just talking about normal things with this gorgeous naked woman next to me. We grabbed some lunch inside and cleaned up from the morning’s breakfast.
  347. Eventually the skies cooperated, and a soft rain began to fall as we made our way to the backyard. She looked up, her face a mask of pure joy as the drops fell on her face. She was so beautiful, her skin glistening in the rain, that I had to force myself to remember the rules.
  348. I sat on the porch swing, watching her as she began to dance in the rain. Her hands gliding over her wet skin, her nipples hard from the coolness. She picked up a bottle of massage oil and began to rub it over her body, the rain mixing with the oil to create a shiny, wet sheen.
  349. Her movements grew more sensual as she massaged her breasts, her thumbs flicking over her nipples. She turned to face me, her eyes locked with mine as she slid her hand down her stomach to her pussy. She began to rub herself, the rain making her skin look like it was covered in diamonds.
  350. I hadn’t realized what she was doing, and then it clicked. She was combining out last two tasks. She was going to masturbate in the rain, and she was covering herself with oil so I could masturbate to her while she pleased herself.
  351. The sight was almost too much to handle. I could feel the pressure building in my cock, begging for release. But I knew I had to wait, had to watch as she pleasured herself in the most natural setting of all.
  352. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes never leaving mine as she grew closer and closer to climax. The rain fell harder, mingling with her cries of pleasure. And then it happened, she threw her head back, her body arching as she came, the rain washing away the evidence of her passion.
  353. “Dan, now you, please.”
  354. Her voice was a whisper, but it was enough to pull me out of my trance. I looked up at her, the rain soaking my body, the cool droplets mixing with the precum that had formed at the tip of my erect cock. She had moved closer, her hand still playing with her swollen clit, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her orgasm.
  355. I took a deep breath and stood up, the rain running down my body. She handed me the bottle of oil, and I squeezed some onto my palm. I began to rub it over my cock, the slickness adding to the sensation. The rain felt like a thousand kisses on my skin as I stroked myself, the tension building with every pass.
  356. Lara watched me with hungry eyes, her own hand moving faster. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that she was okay with this, that she was encouraging me to do this in front of her. The rain grew heavier, plastering her hair to her face, making her look even more wild and untamed.
  357. I felt the climax building, my muscles tightening. I looked into her eyes, and she nodded, giving me the permission I needed. With a guttural moan, I came, the warmth of my release mixing with the cool rainwater.
  358. We stood there for a moment, both of us panting, our bodies slick with oil and rain. She smiled and said, let’s go clean off and rest. Maybe we can watch a movie.
  359. Later, after a shower and a change of clothes, we settled into the couch with dinner. She had made something amazing, I didn’t know what but it smelled like heaven. We talked about our day, and she mentioned she had been thinking about the tasks we had set for each other. I was nervous because I knew my list was more...extreme than hers. But she had that twinkle in her eye that told me she had something naughty planned.
  360. After we had eaten and cleaned up she turned to me, her cheeks flushing. “Dan, I know you are curious about what I had planned for you. But I want to go first. Do you remember my last task?”
  361. I nodded, recalling her wish to use a dildo, and she stood and went to the drawer where she had found the one belonging to my mother. She pulled it out with a devilish smile, and I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.
  362. “I want to show you how I would do it for you to understand. Is that okay?”
  363. I nodded, swallowing hard. She laid back on the couch, spread her legs wide, and took the dildo in hand. She started with the smallest one, lubing it up and sliding it inch by inch into her wet pussy. It was like watching a porno, but it was happening right in front of me with someone I considered a sister.
  364. Her eyes closed and her mouth parted in a silent gasp as she pushed the dildo in deeper. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, the way her pussy stretched around the toy, the way her hips began to move slightly with each thrust. It was mesmerizing, and I felt my cock begin to stir again.
  365. Her hand moved faster and faster, the dildo disappearing into her, only to reappear glistening with her juices. She moaned, and I watched as her body tensed. Then she stopped, her eyes flying open.
  366. “I want you to feel it too, Dan. Can you...?” she trailed off, looking at me with a hopeful expression.
  367. I nodded, moving closer to her. She handed me the toy, and I took it, feeling the warmth from her body, the slickness of her arousal. She leaned back, her legs still spread wide, and I positioned myself between them. She was so wet, the dildo sliding in with ease, and I watched as she closed her eyes again, her body responding to the sensation.
  368. Her hand found mine, guiding it, showing me the rhythm she liked. Her breathing grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly. And then, without warning, she was coming, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, and she squirted, the warm liquid spraying over the couch.
  369. The sight was too much for me, and I felt my cock throb. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a knowing smile on her face. She leaned over and took my hand, bringing it to her mouth and licking the cum off my fingers.
  370. “Taste it, Dan. It’s not so bad, is it?”
  371. I looked down at her, and she took the dildo from me and licked it clean before sliding it back into her pussy. She began to moan again, her hips rocking with the motion. I watched, my hand on my cock, stroking it gently.
  372. As she grew closer to her climax, she reached out and squeezed a little of her squirt onto my hand. She brought my hand to my mouth, and I tasted her, the salty sweetness of her pleasure on my tongue.
  373. And as she came again, her body shaking, she squirted a little more, and this time she didn’t bother to clean it off. She just left it there, a little present for me to remember our afternoon in the rainstorm.
  374. Once she came down and rested a bit, we cleaned up the dildo and put it back in my mom’s drawer. She then said, “It’s your turn Dan. I will now tell you what to do to masturbate. I won’t touch you, and you can’t touch me, but I’ll guide you through what to do. Okay?”
  375. I responded in the only way one should, I agreed. She said, “First close your eyes.
  376. I felt her move closer to me on the couch, the warmth of her body like a blanket of comfort and desire.
  377. “Slowly stroke yourself. You can’t cum until I say, so if you get too excited, stop. I want this to be drawn out for you. Okay, are you ready to follow every command?” I nodded. “Good, now let go of your shaft and play with your balls.” I obeyed feeling the sensation of my hand running through the hairs on my balls.
  378. “Now open your eyes and stare at my breasts.” As i opened them there she was in all her naked beauty caressing her breasts that I wasn’t allowed to touch. “Do you wish you could feel these? They are soft and sensitive.” She massaged her breasts so close to me. The sight was almost too much to handle. My cock twitched.
  379. “Good.” She continued, “Now close your eyes again and slow down your stroking. Imagine your penis was the dildo I just used. I want to guide you through what it would have been like had it been your cock in me instead of that dildo. Give me your hand with your eyes closed.” I did as asked and felt several drops of warm liquid get put into them.
  380. “Now, very slowly grab the tip of your penis and pretend you are using your hand as my vagina and entering in just the very tip into me with your hand.”
  381. The sensation was amazing. With the slick oil on my hand, it really did feel like I was entering her. She was describing it in so much detail.
  382. She continued, “Now, I want you to imagine that my hand is your pussy, and you’re sliding the head of your cock against my clit. Can you feel how sensitive it is?”
  383. Her voice was a low, sultry purr, and I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as I followed her instructions. I could feel her eyes on me, watching my every move as I stroked myself with newfound purpose.
  384. “Good, now, push in a little further, just enough to feel the warmth, the tightness, the way my pussy would grip onto you, welcoming you in.”
  385. Her words painted a vivid picture in my mind, and I could almost feel her heat enveloping me as I pushed the tip of my cock into the imaginary warmth of her body.
  386. “Mm, yes, just like that. Now, pull out, slow and easy, let the head slide over my clit again before you push back in. I want you to feel the slickness, the way I’d get wetter and wetter with every thrust you make into me.”
  387. The tension in my body grew tauter with each word, my hand moving in time with her instructions. It was as if she was controlling me, pulling the strings of my desire like a puppeteer.
  388. “Deeper, Dan, deeper. Imagine filling me up with your cock, inch by inch, feeling my walls stretch around you. You’re so hard for me, aren’t you?”
  389. My mind was lost in the fantasy, my hand moving in a steady rhythm as I imagined her pussy, tight and welcoming, wrapped around my shaft. The sound of her voice was like a siren’s song, guiding me closer and closer to the edge.
  390. “Now, speed up a little. I want you to feel how I’d feel, my pussy pulsing around you, begging for more. I’d be so wet for you, my juices coating your cock, making every movement feel like heaven. Can you feel it?”
  391. I nodded, my strokes becoming more urgent as I pictured her beneath me, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her body responding to my every touch.
  392. “Faster, Dan, faster. Like you’re fucking me. Like you can’t get enough of me. Like you’re claiming every part of me with your cock, filling me up until I scream your name!”
  393. My hand was a blur now, the friction of my skin against the oil creating a delicious pressure that had me teetering on the brink of release.
  394. “Almost there, keep going. Think about how it would feel to hit my g-spot, to make me see stars. How I’d arch my back and my nails would dig into your skin as you made me come over and over again!”
  395. I felt her pour more oil on my hands and cock as I stroked with her saying, “Fell how wet you make me Dan. You make me so wet. Please don’t stop.”
  396. The vision of her in the throes of passion was too much, and with a strangled cry, I came, my semen spurting out of me in hot, thick ropes.
  397. “Good boy, Dan. That’s what it would feel like to be inside me. Remember that for next time you touch yourself.” She leaned back on the couch, watching me with a satisfied smile.
  398. We both took a moment to catch our breath, the room filled with the scent of sex and rainwater. The experience was intense, and the bond between us had grown stronger with each shared moment of intimacy.
  399. We didn’t speak for a while, just enjoyed the sound of the rain outside and the crackling of the fireplace inside. Then she looked at me with a glint in her eye.
  400. “Now, let’s watch that movie, shall we? And maybe, just maybe, we’ll find some more tasks to add to our list for tomorrow.”
  401. We cleaned up and relaxed for the rest of the night. I was tired but also wondered what out final day together without my parents would be like.
  402. The next morning was our now usual routine.
  403. We woke up to the sweet sound of birds chirping, the sun peeking through the curtains, and the faint scent of the oil we used in the air from the night before.
  404. As we made breakfast, we talked about our last day without my parents around. The anticipation was palpable, the tension of our unspoken desires thickening the air. Lara dropped a bombshell.
  405. “Dan, I’ve been thinking. There’s this nude beach I’ve always wanted to visit. It’s not far from here, and I think we should go there today. What do you say?”
  406. My heart skipped a beat. I’d never been to a nude beach before, and the thought of being completely exposed in front of strangers was both terrifying and exhilarating. But looking at Lara’s hopeful expression, I knew I couldn’t say no.
  407. “But what if people stare?” I asked, my voice laced with uncertainty.
  408. “They won’t. It’s a nude beach. Everyone’s naked. And I promise, I have a surprise for you that you’re going to love. Trust me.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
  409. I took a deep breath, feeling the last of my resolve crumbling. “Okay, let’s do it. But only if you swear that it’s not going to be weird.”
  410. Her smile grew wider, and she leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek. “I promise, you’ll love it. Now, let’s get dressed. Or rather, undressed.”
  411. We packed a small bag with towels, sunscreen, and a few snacks before heading to the car. The drive was a mix of awkward silence and playful banter, our eyes darting to each other’s almost-bare bodies every so often.
  412. As we pulled up to the beach, my stomach was in knots. The sight of the naked bodies laying in the sand was jarring, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and fear.
  413. “Ready?” Lara asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
  414. I nodded, taking one last look at the car. This was it. We were going to do this together.
  415. We made our way to the edge of the beach, and she whispered in my ear, “Remember, we’re not just friends anymore. We’re partners in this little adventure of ours. Now, let’s get rid of these clothes and enjoy the freedom of the sun and the sand on our bare skin!”
  416. With a deep breath, I took off my swimsuit, revealing my fully erect cock. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill as the cool breeze kissed my nakedness, and Lara did the same, shedding her tiny bikini.
  417. We walked down to the shoreline, our feet sinking into the warm sand. The sound of the waves was the only thing that could distract me from the fact that everyone around us was naked, and now, so were we.
  418. As we laid our towels down, she whispered, “You’re doing great, Dan. Now, remember, this is a no-judgment zone. Just be yourself, and enjoy the experience.”
  419. We spread out our towels and laid down, the heat of the sun immediately caressing our bare skin. I couldn’t help but sneak peaks at the other beachgoers, their bodies on full display.
  420. To my left, a group of young college students played beach volleyball, their limbs a tapestry of tans and laughter. Their unabashed nudity was a stark contrast to the prudishness of my former life. The girls had bodies that were a mix of athletic and curvaceous, their breasts bouncing freely as they dove for the ball. The guys were fit, their cocks swinging with the same careless abandon as their limbs.
  421. To my right, a young couple lay entwined, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies with a passion that was almost tangible. The girl had a set of perky breasts that looked like they were painted on by a master artist, and the guy had a cock that was definitely enjoying the attention it was getting.
  422. But as I allowed myself to relax into the scene, something strange happened. It didn’t feel as weird as I thought it would. It was just...normal. Like we were all just humans, enjoying the simple pleasure of being in our natural state.
  423. Lara noticed my gaze and whispered, “They’re just people, Dan. Like you and me. Don’t overthink it.”
  424. With that, she took my hand and led me into the water. The cool waves washed over us, the saltiness a perfect complement to the sweetness of our shared secret.
  425. As we swam further out, I felt a weight lifted from me. The water washed away my inhibitions, and for a moment, I didn’t feel like a voyeur or a participant in a taboo act. We were just two friends playing in the waves, our bodies moving in harmony.
  426. When we emerged from the sea, the water droplets sparkling in the sun, Lara looked at me with a knowing smile. “See? It’s not so bad, is it?”
  427. I couldn’t argue with her. It was liberating. The sensation of the water on my bare skin, the gentle touch of her hand in mine, it all felt so...right.
  428. We spent the day basking in the sun, swimming in the ocean, and sharing our thoughts and feelings. The nudity became second nature, and the sexual tension between us grew more potent with each passing moment.
  429. But we didn’t cross the line. We didn’t need to. Our bond was stronger than that. We had found a way to satisfy our curiosity without compromising the friendship that had blossomed between us.
  430. As we had lunch, I asked her, “So what was that surprise you were sure I was going to enjoy so much?”
  431. “Oh” she replied, “I almost forgot. Turn over on your back and get on all fours. And close your eyes.” I obeyed wondering what she had in mind out in public. I heard her rummaging her bag, opening what sounded like a bottle, taking some more time, and then saying, “Okay, just relax. You are going to feel something but you must relax.”
  432. It was hard to relax under those circumstances, but I did my best. Eventually I felt something press into my anus. Slow at first, then twisting a bit.. She must have been using some lube because it was slippery. My cock twinged and I couldn’t help opening my eyes. I couldn’t see what she was doing but she was behind me and my cock was about to drip a large amount of precum onto the towel beneath me.
  433. She kept pushing whatever it was farther into me. It wasn’t very thick but it did feel good. She kept whispering, “You’re doing great. It’s all for you.” Then she stopped moving and I felt something click inside me. I turned to ask her what it was, but she just put a finger to her lips, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she said, “Surprise.”
  434. I felt a buzzing sensation inside me, and my eyes widened. It was a butt plug, and she had a controller in her hand! The vibrations grew stronger, sending waves of pleasure through my body that I had never felt before. I looked around nervously, but no one seemed to notice.
  435. We decided to walk back to the towels and grab our things to leave the beach. She kept playing with the vibrations, making them pulse in time with my heartbeat. It was a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, knowing that she had this power over me, and we were doing something so intimate in such a public place.
  436. Once we were dressed and ready to go, she gave the butt plug one final twist, and the vibrations stopped. “Remember to keep this in during dinner, okay?” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
  437. The car ride to the restaurant was agonizing. Every bump in the road sent a new jolt of pleasure through me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I couldn’t believe she was making me wear it in public, but I also couldn’t deny the thrill of the situation.
  438. As we sat down at the restaurant, I was acutely aware of the object lodged in my ass. The fabric of my pants did little to muffle the vibrations as she turned it back on. The sensation was intense but not overwhelming, and I found myself eager for her next move.
  439. Throughout dinner, she would occasionally lean over and whisper something in my ear, sending the vibrations into overdrive. My cock was rock-hard the entire time, pressing against the fabric of my shorts. The smell of garlic bread and the sound of clinking glasses only heightened the eroticism of the situation.
  440. I tried my best to keep a straight face, to act like nothing was happening, but every time she’d change the vibration’s intensity or speed, my body would tense up, and I’d have to fight the urge to throw her onto the table and take her right there.
  441. The conversation was light, but my mind was racing with thoughts of what she was doing to me. She ordered for us, and every time she spoke to the waiter, she’d give me a look that said, “You know what’s happening right now, and no one else does.”
  442. As we ate our meal, she played with the vibrator like a maestro conducting an orchestra. The tension grew with every bite, and by the time dessert came, I was practically begging her to let me cum.
  443. But she just laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Not yet, my dear. You’re going to have to wait a little longer. But trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
  444. We ordered desert and when I took my first bite she turned it on high. I begged her to stop or else I was going to cum in my shorts right there in the restaurant. She looked me dead in the eyes and didn’t say a word. She wanted this. I started shooting cum inside my shorts. Pulse after pulse coating my shorts. I tried my best to conceal my pleasure on my face but some other tables seemed to notice.
  445. She had a huge grin on her face as she watched me writhing in pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and I couldn’t help the moans escaping my throat. She reached over and put her hand over my mouth, whispering “Shh, we don’t want to get caught.”
  446. I nodded, trying to compose myself as the vibrations died down. I was so embarrassed, yet so incredibly turned on. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
  447. Once we got to the car she asked me to take off my cum soaked shorts and remove the plug. I took off my shorts and handed them to her and while I was removing the plug she commented, “Wow, this is a lot of cum. That was amazing.” And then she threw the shorts out of reach and got that smirk. She took off her top saying, “It’s only fair. Let’s go home like this”
  448. And that’s how we drove home. My parents would be back the next morning and we had made full use of the weekend of privacy. We had held to our boundaries mostly. The memories from this weekend would be forever etched into my mind.

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