My eye was caught by movement across the river, and I was surprised to see a young woman in a bathing suit climb down the bank. I was annoyed, since I had tried to pick a deserted place for my ritual, and I was only halfway through the invocation. So I idly observed her, wondering how long she would stay, since I was reluctant to proceed with a spectator.
She climbed gracefully over the rocks of the steep bank, and in spite of myself I admired her athletic beauty: tall and thin, but obviously strong, with muscles rippling beneath a smooth and soft exterior. She wore a bikini that shimmered blue-green like butterfly wings and revealed skin still creamy white from winter. (Although it was only spring, many of my friends had already acquired deep tans on the tanning bed.)
I watched the moving geometry of her long legs as she picked her way along the uneven bank, and my eyes were drawn to the vertex of her dimpled hips, exposed by the high-cut bottom of her swim suit. Yes, I was staring -- at first out of annoyance, but now for the pleasure of watching her feral grace. I didn't know if she was aware of me; I made no attempt to show myself or to hide, and I would have been visible had she chosen to look. Once, when she stopped and stared across the river without seeming to notice me, I was able to observe her closely. Her dark brown hair fell in luxuriant waves to the middle of her back and framed her serene face, absorbed in distant, rapt contemplation. I was fascinated by her soft breasts that hung lower on her chest than I would have expected for one so young; her bikini top was fastened loosely around their pendulous fullness and did little to support them. I forgot my unfinished ritual and resigned myself to this pleasing spectacle.
She resumed her stroll until she was opposite me, then stopped and surveyed my bank, but still didn't seem to notice me. When she bent over to inspect a rock at her feet, her breasts swung away from her chest and swayed gently. Since her loose bra covered only the lower third of them, I was delighted to see their upper parts hanging naked from her bare chest.
I don't know when I had begun to stroke my cock, but the beauty of her dangling breasts stiffened it, and I sighed as I squeezed it. "What's going on?" I wondered. "If she knows I'm here and is doing this anyway, I'm certainly happy to accept her gift. However, if she came seeking solitude, as I did, then I shouldn't be intruding on her privacy."
Still in doubt, I stood up, but made no further attempt to call attention to myself. She still didn't notice, but continued inspecting the rocks on the bank, while I relished her gently swaying breasts. I felt my cock swell and press against my gym trunks (which is all I had on), and soon abandoned any attempt to avoid playing with it.
Suddenly she straightened up, looking into the sky, and, as if in answer to my prayers, untied the bra string from around her neck. Although the cups still loosely enclosed the round ends of her breasts, they were mostly exposed to my view. She inspected her breasts for sunburn, pulling down the cups to the edge of her nipples, and gently stroking the long expanse of soft, white skin. I was so entranced by this scene that I didn't care if I was spotted, and rubbed my cock until I felt its head poke out of the leg of my shorts.
A moment later she had fastened the strap around her neck again, somewhat tighter than before, since I could see from the fullness in her cups and the loose flesh above that her bra now provided some support. She walked quickly into the water; when she was up to her waist, she ducked under and disappeared.
I had hardly a moment to think before she popped up a couple yards off shore in front of me. She smiled and said, "Hi!" as though neither expecting to find me nor surprised at it.
"Hello," I stammered, and then remembered my exposed cock and quickly reached to cover it. (There was no hope of shoving it back in!)
She smiled -- I couldn't tell if she noticed -- and moved closer to the shore. When she emerged from the water I saw the round globes of her breasts slipping from the bottom of her bra; while my heart pounded I squeezed my cock and tried to hide it. As she smiled and stretched to wring her hair, the milk-white moons of her breasts dropped out with a "plop! plop!" While she squeezed her hair I watched them sway from side to side, and admired her large, rosy nipples.
"Excuse me," I mumbled as I held my throbbing cock and looked away.
She laughed and said, "It's OK! Look!"
She pulled at the bows behind her neck and back; the bra fell loose in her hand. If this was supposed to put me at ease, it rather raised my anticipation at whatever -- good or bad -- she had in mind.
I could not avoid staring as her fascinating breasts, which hung softly down her chest, their large nipples angling down and outward. I watched their gentle undulation as she walked slowly toward me. Unintentionally my hand dropped away from my crotch, exposing my cock poking from my pants leg, so that the cool breeze caressed it. She stopped so close in front of me that I could feel the radiant warmth of her breasts against my chest. I trembled as her fingers lightly touched my cock, but I didn't try to stop her. Nor did I resist as she freed it from my shorts, allowing it to stand out stiff and quivering from my pants leg.
She moved closer yet, her lips an inch from mine, and I breathed her breath, fresh as the spring. I felt my cock touch the fabric of her suit and slip between her hot thighs. Trembling with excitement I embraced her, tangled my fingers in her thick hair, and kissed her full, soft lips. While our tongues wrestled, I tickled her thighs and belly with my cock, and felt her breasts soft as pillows against my stomach.
She peered into my eyes, and I felt something deep in the dark pupils of hers reach inside me. When she whispered "Down!" my knees bent, and I sank gently to the ground. As I lay back, she slid my shorts down and my stiff cocked slapped up onto my stomach. She turned her back momentarily while she stepped out of her pants, and when she turned back I was astonished to see that her cunt was completely hairless; not shaved, but bare as a newborn babe's.
Smiling at my surprise and standing astride me, she murmured, "Are you ready?" and I nodded weakly.
As she squatted over me she made odd gestures, and I felt my cock harden even more and stand up straight in the air, as though reaching for her pussy. The lips of her cunt opened wide, a moist mouth gaping for its favorite treat. She seemed to suck my cock inside her belly, which brought me to the brink of orgasm, although I didn't cum. Rather, her vagina closed around me, and we caressed each other, me from within, her from without, as we twisted our pubes together. I was enthralled by her swinging breasts, which sometimes collided in a delightful oscillation.
I had never been so close to orgasm for so long, and could imagine no greater ecstasy, until she leaned over so her dangling breasts tickled my chest. I roared in excitement and grabbed her left breast to devour it. I sucked her nipple and smooth skin far into my mouth, and teased the firm nipple with my tongue; she moaned and twisted harder on my cock.
Suddenly my cock swelled thick and deep inside her. Gasping, we pounded our hips together until we rolled off the precipice of orgasm. The world vanished as I felt my seed surge down my cock and explode from it, an endless stream that filled her to overflowing. Even after I was drained we continued thrusting for long minutes, until she finally collapsed on me, her breasts draped on both sides of my chest; I softened inside her.
We kissed, drifting in and out of sleep, for hours, and I was half awake when she pulled herself gently from my limp cock and stood. In a daze I watched her naked form walk back to the river and swim away. I didn't see her get out on the other side; in fact I don't know where she got out. Curiously, when I was fully awake I realized that her bikini was nowhere to be found. Even stranger, however, and more embarrassing to tell, I quickly discovered that my crotch was completely hairless, although it had not been shaved. Stranger yet, not a hair has grown on it since!
Needless to say, I never completed my interrupted invocation of the Naiads.
Last revised December 30, 2001