
                         It Started in Water


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It Started in Water (m/f,exh)
by Harry Perry (harryperry55@gmail.com)

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This is a partially true story which never went as far in real life.
I went skinny-dipping and got caught by a 13-year old.

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My parents took my brother and me on a trip across the country to
visit our grandparents in Hemet, California.  We lived in New York at
the time, and so this was an especially big trip for us.  The drive
was long and very enjoyable, even at our young age.  Being only ten,
my sex life was non-existent.  This isn't surprising for most because
ten is an awfully early age to even be considering it.  For me it was
different because I was horny at the age of four.  Anyway, that's the
earliest I can remember playing with my hard-on and enjoying it.

When we arrived in Hemet, we stayed in a motel at the edge of town
that had a small pool, as all motels do in California, with a great
curving slide.  My brother, who was five at the time, and I got into
our bathing suits as soon as we arrived and headed straight for the
pool.  It was over 100 degrees outside, and we couldn't wait to cool
off in the inviting light blue water.

After a while, we went over to Gram and Gramp's house and visited for
a few hours.  Marc and I were a little bored as there was little
conversation that interested us, so we went out into a field behind
the house and romped around until Mom and Dad came out to take us back
to the motel.

For some reason, jet lag or whatever, I passed out in the car, and Mom
and Dad decided to let me sleep in the motel while they took Marc out
to dinner with them.  Since I had been munching constantly during the
day, they weren't concerned about me going hungry, besides, we had
munchies in our room.  They were going to meet Gram and Gramp, and so
I knew they would be gone for a few hours.

By the time they had showered and changed for dinner, I was wide
awake, but I pretended to be sleeping so that they would leave and not
consider taking me along.  I was all excited about being left alone in
the motel where I could watch TV or even go for another swim by
myself.

It wasn't ten minutes after hearing the car drive away before I was up
and had the TV going.  I found some old R-rated movie that I normally
wouldn't be allowed to watch.  My parents were very strict about my
watching TV since my grades in school were nothing to brag about.
Mom, Dad and Marc wouldn't be back for at least another hour and
probably two, and that meant I had lots of time.

The movie turned out to be pretty boring except for one scene that got
me thinking.  In it, the main starlet was swimming naked in her
boyfriend's pool.  Of course in those days, we didn't see anything on
the TV, it was just implied, but it got me all turned on anyway.
Since my parents like to eat dinner at 10 PM, and it was then about
10:30 and dark outside, I thought about sneaking out to the pool to go
skinny-dipping.  My little hard-on jumped to full erection just
imagining what it would be like.  The light in the pool had been
turned off for the night, and there was no way anybody would know I
was there.

‘Just how daring are you?' I asked myself as I stripped naked.  The
idea of going outside completely naked made my heart throb in my
chest.  My mind wandered to different things that I wanted to do while
outside to turn myself on even more.  I considered different ways of
exposing myself, and my little penis stood as erect as it ever had.  I
let my fingers feel its warmth and stiffness as I grabbed a towel.  I
turned off all the lights in the room and slowly opened the door.  No
one was outside, and the parking lot was even empty in front of the
motel.  There was no moon, and it was completely dark except for a few
streaks of light from the neon lights in front of the motel.  I
thought about wrapping the towel around me, but the thrill of walking
naked and completely exposed across the parking lot got me even more
excited.

My little hairless penis was standing at full erection as I stepped
into the parking lot that separated me from the pool.  I threw the
towel over my shoulder and paraded as proud as I could to the gate in
the fence that surrounded the pool.  I couldn't believe how exciting
it was to feel the cool night air against my naked body.  The lukewarm
breeze blew into my face and cooled my sweating cock and balls,
reminding me of how exposed I was.

Just as my hand touched the handle to open the gate, a car drove up
and pulled into the parking lot.  As quick as I could, I pulled the
towel off my shoulder and wrapped it around my waist, hoping no one
had noticed.  My bald little cock was still hard and created a little
point in the towel in front of me, but at least it was covered.

The car pulled in front of one of the rooms, and three people got out.
They were talking and laughing about something, but didn't seem to
notice me.  I stood very still, not getting into the water, waiting to
see what they were going to do.  I could tell there was one woman and
a man, but I couldn't tell what the third person was.

When they finally entered their room, I let out a little sigh of
relief and proceeded to get into the pool.  Flopping my towel over the
back of one of the chairs, I lowered myself into the cool water.  The
outside air had dropped to about 80 degrees, and the water felt just a
little bit cooler.  I felt the water as it rose to cover my balls and
still erect cock.  God it felt sexy!

After lowering myself all the way into the water, I quietly paddled
around the pool, enjoying the feel of the water as it swirled around
my cock and balls.  Never before had I felt so sexually stimulated,
but being as young as I was, I had no idea how to take it further.  I
just thrilled to the feel of warm liquid swirling around my highly
stimulated groin.

Suddenly, the door to the motel room where the three people had just
entered opened.  This shadowy figure stood there with the light from
the room behind her.  I could just make out the silhouette of a woman
with long, flowing dark hair, I didn't know how old, though.

"I'm going to go out and sit by the pool for a while," she said.
"I'll be back in a few minutes.  Is that okay?"

"Sure, go ahead," came a response from inside the room.  "Just don't
make it too late."

‘Oh, shit!' I thought.  ‘How am I going to get out of this one?
Maybe if I'm real quiet and I stay in the water, she will never notice
I'm here.  Hopefully, she won't stay long, and I can go back to my
room before Mom and Dad get back.'

Very quietly, I glided into a corner on the deep end hoping that it
was dark enough that this girl wouldn't notice.  My cock started to
soften from the nervous feelings I had of being caught.

After she sat down in the chair that had my towel over the back, she
said, "Hi, whoever you are.  I know you're there, so don't try to
hide."

I didn't answer her, wondering how she knew I was there.  Maybe she
was just testing and wasn't really sure there was someone in the
water.  Hell, she had to know someone was there.  She had a dozen
chairs to choose from, but weaved through them to find the one with my
towel on it.

"I saw you getting into the pool," she tried again, "so you can come
out from the corner."

"Hi," I said quietly, almost hoping she wouldn't hear me.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, just swimming around."

At this point, I knew there was no point in hiding in the corner
anymore, and I didn't want her to be suspicious, thinking I was doing
something wrong, so I treaded water gently until I was about at the
center of the pool.

"So, what's your name," she asked politely.

"Uh, Kevin," I said, wondering how old this girl was.  "What's yours?"

"Carla," she replied.  "Why don't you come on over here where I can
see you?"

"Uh, okay," I said, wondering just exactly when she saw me getting
into the pool.  Did she know that I didn't have a suit on?  Is that
why she was baiting me?

I slowly paddled over to where I could touch the bottom and half
walked, half floated around while talking to her.  We talked for a few
minutes about the weather, the night sky and other things.  I did find
out that she was 13 years old (an older girl, I thought) and also on
vacation to visit family.  She was from Northern California (a
California girl to boot).

I couldn't see her very well, but I could tell Carla was a very
slender girl and quite well developed for her age.  She was wearing
some kind of dark dress that appeared to cling to her body, and she
had long, straight dark hair that went quite a ways past her
shoulders.  It appeared that she had been out for a formal dinner or
something with her parents.

While we talked, I continued to swim/walk around the pool, never
allowing my lower body to come near enough to the surface that she
would be able to figure out I didn't have my suit on.  It was an
incredible turn on to be talking to this older girl while I was stark
naked, and my penis grew back to its solid state.  Here I was,
standing in front of a girl I didn't even know with a full erection,
and she didn't know it.  I had such a strong urge to let her see me
just to find out what she would do, but I was afraid she would go tell
her parents, and I'd get into trouble.

As time went on, though, I took bigger and bigger risks.  I felt
confident that she couldn't see into the water, but I wasn't
absolutely sure.  I figured she would say something if she noticed.
My risks were pretty minor.  Things like getting closer and closer to
her while always facing her and occasionally allowing the water level
to get below my belt line, just above my hard-on.  I wondered if she
could see my little pecker through the dark water as close to the
surface as I allowed it to get.

"So," she said after we'd been talking for a while, "aren't you
getting cold?  Why don't you come on out and sit with me for a while?"

"No, thanks, I'm just fine," I told her.

"Well, I'd like to see you better," she pushed.

"Well, I can't," I said, lowering my voice.

"Why not?"

"Well - because I'm not wearing a bathing suit," I confessed, feeling
a little more comfortable with her now that we had talked.  Also, the
thought of her knowing just excited me even more.

"What!" she exclaimed, "I don't believe you!"

Even in the dark, I could make out a big grin stretch across her soft
face.  I think it excited her, too.

"Well, I am."

"Prove it," she dared me.

"Uh, how?" I asked her.  "I'm not going to show you!"

"Well, why not?"  She leaned forward, trying to see through the water.

"Uh, I don't know," a bit of modesty came over me, and I wasn't quite
ready to expose myself to a total stranger.  Of course the thought of
doing it also excited me.

"Well then, I don't believe you," she continued in a haughty tone.  "I
bet you're just trying to make fun of me."

Suddenly, I got an idea.  "Okay," I said, "come over here."  I was
standing at the side of the pool closest to where Carla was sitting.
She got up, and I noticed for the first time how nice her figure was
in the soft light of the stars.  She had grown some fairly nice
breasts for her age, and her long dark hair, glistening in the faint
light, separated over her shoulders so half spilled over her breasts
and the rest went down her back.

"Okay, now what?" she said as she crouched down in front of me.  At
that distance, I could see that she was wearing a tight black evening
dress that was cut fairly short for a 13-year old girl.  None of the
girls in my home town ever wore anything that short or that tight.
She made sure to keep her knees together so that I couldn't see up
inside.  Of course in the dark, I wouldn't have been able to see
anything anyway, but I was still disappointed.

"Here, give me your hand," I instructed her, thinking I could run her
hand over my hips and let her feel that there was no bathing suit.

She leaned way over, and I pulled her hand into the water near my left
hip.  As she leaned further forward and her hand touched the top of my
thigh, I noticed her cleavage was just inches from my face.  I was
absolutely amazed at how well developed she was and how soft, yet
firm, her breasts looked.  This was the first time I'd ever been that
close to a real girl's breasts, so I was eager to see as much as I
could.  The dress was too tight to open and allow me anything more
than a deep cleavage shot, but at my age, that was more than any boy
could ask for.

My cock was as hard as it had ever been as I directed her hand and
felt it lightly slide up my thigh.  It felt so exciting to feel her
fingers touching me in such an intimate area.  She pulled back as if
she couldn't reach my side, and I had to forcibly keep her hand on my
hip.

Just as her fingers reached my belt line, she purposely jerked her arm
from my grip and slid it to the right, feeling my pelvic bone and
abdomen.  Normally, I would have pulled away out of embarrassment, but
for some reason, I was so turned on by her touch that I just stayed
still, staring at her tits, as she continued to roam with her fingers.

Her fingers stayed at my belt line, and she felt around just below my
bellybutton.  I think she expected me to pull away and was considering
whether she should go for more.

Suddenly, she moved her touch downward, and I felt her fingers
straddle my rock hard penis.  Carla's fingers continued down, and she
started pushing my little pole down with the crotch of her fingers.

Jerking back away from her, I said, "Uh - I think you believe me now,
huh?"

She took her hand out of the water, but remained squatting in front of
me.  "Yeah, I guess."  She sounded disappointed.  "Why did you pull
away?"

"Well..." I hesitated.  I really didn't know why I had pulled away.  I
was kind of embarrassed that she was feeling me while she was
completely dressed.  In the past when I was really young, the other
girls and I had gotten naked together, so I wasn't showing them
anything that they didn't show me.  This was different.  I felt so
exposed, and she was completely dressed.  The strange thing was, it
seemed to turn me on even more even though I was nervous.  I felt like
I had taken a big risk with her, but she hadn't risked anything with
me, yet.  My cock was just dying to explode, and yet I was too young
to know how to make that happen.

"What's wrong?" Carla was still leaning over.  "Did you get tired of
looking at my tits?"

‘Wow!' I thought.  ‘She knew I was staring at her tits, and she
didn't mind.'  To hide my embarrassment and to give me a few seconds
to think, I did a little backward twisting dive and swam underwater to
the other side of the pool.  Intentionally, I made sure that my ass
came out of the water as I cut through the surface.  Hopefully, she
would notice.

When my head came out of the water again, she was standing up and
walking away.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I guess I'll go back in," she said.

"Why?" I was heartsick thinking she was going to leave.

"There's no reason to stay," she said, obviously expecting me to offer
something.  I obliged.

"What reason would make you want to stay?"

"Well..." she acted like she was thinking, "how about you get out of
the pool and sit beside me for a while?"

"But I'm naked!" I cried, even though the thought of sitting with her
while I was completely naked turned me on even more.

"Yeah, I know," she said with a wicked smile.

"Well, I can't get out in front of you!"

"Okay, then, I'm leaving."

"Okay, okay," I said, "on one condition."

"Yea, what?"

"You get naked, too."

"I can't do that," she said.  "My parents might catch me, and then I'd
be dead.  Now, either get out of the pool, or I go back to my room."

This was a difficult ultimatum for me.  I didn't want her to leave,
but I wasn't comfortable being the only one naked.  On the other hand,
my cock was throbbing with excitement over the prospect of her looking
at it and being the object of her complete attention.

"See ya!" she said as she turned on her heel and started walking.
When she reached the gate, she hesitated and turned to give me one
more chance.  "I'll tell you what," she said, "you come out and sit
beside me for a while, and we'll work something out that I guarantee
you'll like."

"Yeah, like what?" I demanded.

"I don't know, yet, but I promise I'll make it worthwhile," she said
convincingly.

"Well, okay, but it better be worth it," I said as I slowly made my
way to the shallow end of the pool.

Carla immediately turned around and pulled another chair up right
beside the one she had been sitting in.  Then she took my towel and
put it on the bottom of her seat and sat on it.  Obviously, she didn't
want me to have any way of covering myself.

As I approached the one step at the end of the pool which would be the
point of no return and I would have to raise up so she could see
everything, I hesitated again.  There she was, sitting in the chair
staring at me, obviously not wanting to miss anything.  I was still as
hard as a rock, and my cock bent upward with excitement, like it was
trying to break the surface of the water to expose itself to her.

"Come on!" Carla demanded, "Get out of the pool!  I want to see your -
your - you know, - thingy!"

I couldn't believe she was being so outspoken about wanting to see my
cock.  Most girls always acted disinterested before, even averting
their eyes as if they didn't want to see it.

"So tell me," she teased, "is it all hard?  Does it turn you on to be
here with me when you're all naked?  Come on, let me see."

Finally, I told myself to just go for it.  What could happen?  She
already knew I was naked, and she had even felt my cock, even if it
was for just an instant.  I took the next step and raised myself to
where the water just lapped at my shins.  I made no effort to cover
myself, even though there was an inner urge to do so.  I decided I
should act like I've done this before and that I was proud of myself.

Carla didn't say a word, she just stared at my erection.  I continued
to get out of the pool and strolled over to the chair beside her.  The
entire way, her eyes remained fixed without blinking at my solid cock
as it bounced with each step.

When I turned to sit in the chair beside her, I made a point of
turning toward her so that her view was never obstructed.  As I
dropped into the chair, she leaned forward so that she could continue
to stare at my cock.  This was such a turn on, I was just dying to do
more.  What more could I do that would enhance this feeling?  I didn't
know.  All I knew was that I wanted to touch it or have it touched.

"Okay, so what are you going to do for me?" I asked after Carla had
stared at my throbbing cock for a few seconds.

Slowly, Carla reached out with one hand as if she wanted to touch my
curved pole.  Just as she got to where she could grab it, I pushed her
hand away, letting her open hand brush against its stiffness as it
passed.

"Huh, uh," I said.  "You said you would do something that I would
like."  As I said this, I slouched down in the chair so my cock stood
up even straighter.  I was really enjoying her interest in my hard-on.

Coming out of her daze, Carla adjusted herself and reached under her
dress from the bottom.  Rocking from side to side, she pulled her
panties out from underneath.  Sliding them down her long slender legs,
I watched as she struggled to get them past her high heeled shoes.
All I could see of her panties was that they were a dark lace of some
kind.

When she finally got them off, she held them up in the dim light
letting me see how shear they were.  At this point, I could see they
were a very thin black lace, and they didn't look like they would
cover anything since you could see right through them.

"Would you like these?" she asked.  Seeing my eyes widen at her
suggestion, she knew the answer and dropped them in my lap so that
they landed right on my cock.  Immediately, and before I could do
anything, Carla reached down and grabbed the panties, making sure to
cop a feel of my cock in the process.  "Whoops!" she said
sarcastically and then handed them to me.

"Thanks," I said as I took her panties.  I spent a few seconds feeling
how thin they were and looking through them before setting them beside
my chair so she couldn't reach them.

While my head was turned to set the panties down, Carla took advantage
of the moment and wrapped her hand around my penis and squeezed it.

"Hey!" I cried, "what are you doing?"  I didn't move or do anything to
make her let go, I just acted like it bothered me.  Actually, I liked
the feeling of her warm hand on my little tool, and I even pushed my
pelvis forward a little to feel it slide deeper into her fist.

"It feels so hard," she said as I felt her grip tighten.  "How do you
make it do that?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"Make it hard and stand up like that?"

"Uh, I don't know," I failed to explain.  "It just feels really good,
and then it gets hard."

"Would you stand in front of me?" she asked tentatively.

"Uh...," I hesitated, "...what for?"

"Because I want to see it better," she said without hesitating.  I
couldn't believe how frank she was.  "I've never seen one before."

I really didn't want her to let go, but there was a part of me that
thought what a turn on it would be to stand with my penis in front of
her and allow her to examine me as much as she wanted, but I also saw
this as an opportunity.

"Okay, if you pull your dress up above your waist," I propositioned.
"I want to see your - uh - muff."

Without hesitation, Carla looked over her shoulder to see if her
parents were watching and then started rocking back and forth again,
never standing up, and pulled her dress up over her hips.  Now she was
sitting there on her bare bottom with her tight little dress scrunched
up around her waist, exposing her pussy to me.

Oh, this was more than I had ever imagined, and I leaned forward so I
could see better.  Her dark pussy hair made a tangled triangle at the
top of her thighs, but she was so young, yet, that her pubic hair was
very sparse, and I could see her pale white skin beneath its softness.
Then, to my surprise, Carla let go of me and turned on the chair,
lifting one leg so that it hung over the arm next to me.  In this
position, she had laid herself open to me for an even better view of
her pussy.  I could see her light pink lips slightly parted at the
bottom of her thin dark fur, and I thought I was going to explode.

"There," she finally said, "do you like that?"

"Uh - yeah..." I stuttered as I stared at what she was showing me.
Then, to my even greater surprise, she reached down with both hands
and spread her lips to provide me a view of her glimmering pink
insides.  I leaned even closer, smelling a sweet, musky odor, and
noticed a small white bump in the pink folds at the top of her crack.

"What's that?" I asked as I reached over to touch the little bump.

"Ah!" she stopped my hand as I had stopped hers before.  "Stand up,
first.  Then I'll let you touch that."

Right away, I stood up and pushed my pelvis toward her face.  My penis
was so hard it was turning red and throbbed in front of me.  Carla
watched it for a moment as it bounced barely a foot in front of her
nose.  Then she reached up and very lightly ran her fingers all over
my little pole, like she was afraid she might hurt it or something.  I
continued to stand there as she felt the tiny sack under my hard-on
and the small bumps where my balls were still held against my torso.
Her fingers again wandered around my penis, pushing it up against my
abdomen and then feeling the small red circumcised cap on the end.

Having her pay so much attention to my hard-on was driving me insane.
She had no idea what her fondling was doing to me.  All the while, she
remained in her seated position with one leg thrown over the arm of
the chair.  Her pussy lips remained open almost as wide as she had
spread them for me.  I could see that little whitish bump pressing its
way from between her lips and grew even more curious what it was.

"Can I kiss it?" Carla asked as she looked up at my face.  I really
didn't understand what that would do for her but nodded anyway.

Carla let go of my little flag pole and leaned forward, blocking my
view of her open crotch.  She grabbed my ass cheeks as she wrapped her
mouth around the tip of my cock.  I was surprised at how soft her lips
felt as they pressed against the tip.  She didn't move for a long
time, like she was frozen in front of me.  Then, in an instant, she
sucked my cock all the way into her mouth.  Her fingers dug into my
ass, locking me from pulling away.  She obviously thought I was going
to try and get her to stop, but she didn't know how unbelievably good
it felt.  I just stood there as she pushed my cock against the roof of
her mouth and massaged the bottom of it with her tongue.  Oh, God!  If
only I was old enough to cum.  I didn't even know that was what was
supposed to happen.

After a few minutes of enjoying her tongue and lips playing with my
hard-on, she finally pulled away and stared at the little tool.  She
ran her fingers up and down it, squeezing it a little harder than
before.

Finally, she pulled away and sat back in her chair to expose her pussy
to me once again.

"Okay," she said, "now you can touch it."  She pushed her pelvis
forward in the chair and spread her legs as wide as she could in that
position.

I looked down at that wonderful little slit that was still spread open
and squatted down so my face was just a few inches away.  I put my
hand on her abdomen, feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of
her young body.  Then, as lightly as I could, I let my fingers slide
into that dark triangle that I so desired to touch.  I was amazed at
how soft that curly tangle felt.  It looked like it should feel like
steel wool, but it was as soft as a kitten's fur.  I dropped my
fingers just an inch lower and found the top of her crack where I
could see that little whitish-pink button waiting for me.

I lowered my fingers that little bit more and, as lightly as I could,
felt the little bump peeking through her slit.  Just as I touched it
and felt its slippery softness, Carla jerked back in her chair and
thrust her hips forward.  In shock, I pulled my hand back, afraid that
I had hurt her.

"Ohhh!  Don't stop!  Touch it again!" Carla demanded.  "Hurry!  Touch
me...."

I put my hand back into her muff and rested my index finger on her
open slit.  Then I gently ran the tip of my finger in tiny circles on
the little bump that felt like a tiny bone covered in Vaseline.
Immediately, Carla tensed up, her hands grabbed my wrist and held me
from pulling away again.  Her breath became very fast and short, like
she was running a race.

"Carla!  Time to come in!" came a female voice from the doorway in the
motel.

Carla immediately dropped her leg on the ground, pushed my hand away
and turned away from the door, making sure to hide her exposed lower
half from her parents.  I threw myself into the chair beside her,
putting her between her parents and me.

"Okay, Mom, I'll be right in," she called out, sounding a little
irritated.

"NOW!" her mom demanded.

"Okay, okay, I said I would be right in!"

The mother stood in the doorway and watched to see if Carla got up.
Carla couldn't move without it being obvious in the light from the
room that she had her dress hiked up.

"MoOOoommm!" Carla whined, "can I just have a minute to say goodnight
to my friend?"

"Okay, just ONE minute!" her mother said with force.

The door closed, and I realized that my little hard-on had grown
completely soft and was all shrunken up.  We both whispered our fears
that her mother might have seen but agreed that if she had, we would
have been in big trouble.  Carla stood up and pulled her dress down.
Then she brushed the front of it and her butt to make sure it looked
okay.

"God, I hope your mom didn't see me!" I whispered to Carla, still not
convinced.  "You know I was in front of you, and she just had to
notice."

"Well, maybe she did," Carla whispered back, "but don't worry about
it.  I'm sure she wasn't upset, or she would've said something."  She
looked down at my crotch and noticed that I wasn't hard anymore.  "Oh
my God!" she exclaimed.

"What?" I asked wondering what horrible thing had happened.

"What happened?" she said, pointing to my limp dick.

"I got scared," I explained.  "It just went soft."

"And that's what happens?  You mean it isn't hard all the time?" she
asked.

"Of course not!" I said with surprise as I stood up beside her.
Didn't she know?' I wondered.

She stared at my little penis hanging between my legs.

"Make it hard again," she demanded.

"I can't just ‘make it hard.'  I've got to be turned on," I tried
to explain while I reached down and pushed its rubbery head around in
my groin.

Then Carla reached down and started pulling on it, like stretching it
was going to make it hard again.  To my surprised, it started to grow.
Just feeling her touch me again was what it needed.

"What do you mean, don't worry about it?" I said with concern, still
wondering if her mother had seen me.

"What?" Carla looked at me quizzically.

"You said your mom probably saw me, and I shouldn't worry about it," I
reminded her.

"Oh, we all saw you when we drove up," she informed me.  "Anyway, I
did, and I assume Mom and Dad did."

"But you couldn't tell that I was naked, could you?" I asked, hoping
she was going to agree.

"Well, I could," Carla said with a big smile on her face as she
continued to squeeze and pull on my little cock.

"You mean you knew all along?" I asked as I stood up beside her.

"Of course," she replied.  "I was just trying to figure out how to get
you to come out of the water so I could see more closely.  I've never
seen a boy's - thingy before, you know."

"But how did you know I was naked?"

"I could see your little thingy sticking out.  It was really obvious
as we drove up.  At least I noticed it."

By this time, with all of her manipulations, my little tool was
standing at full erection again.  Her eyes were again focused on it,
totally mesmerized.

Just at this moment, the door opened again, and a shadow appeared in
the light.  Carla grabbed my arms and twirled me around so that she
stood between me and the figure.

"Coming, Mother!" she said in an angry voice.  Then she wrapped her
arms around me and hugged me against her body as she gave me a warm
kiss on the mouth.  I had kissed girls before, but never like that.
As our mouths were pressed together, she used her tongue to pry my
mouth open.  In spite of how gross it seemed to me at the time, I
allowed her tongue to enter my mouth, and it seemed to send tingles
right down to my cock, making it jump with excitement.

Carla felt it jerk as it was pressed against the inside of her thigh
and whispered, "Oooh, that feels good."  Her hand dropped down between
my legs, and she pressed the palm against my cock and balls.

Then, with a quick shove, Carla pushed me back into the pool, turned
on her heel, and walked back to the motel.  I fell into the cool
liquid, making a huge splash, but managed to keep my head above water
as I watched her disappear into the light.

I have no idea how long that episode took, but after Carla was gone, I
jumped out of the pool, wrapped the towel around me and went back to
the room.  I dried myself off, put on my pajamas and climbed into bed.
My mind was spinning with how horny I was and what a wonderful time I
had just had.  I fell asleep after a little while, only to dream about
Carla all night long.

I never saw Carla again, but I think she was the guiding light to my
sexuality for all time.  Ever since then, the idea of exhibiting
myself to others and having them get turned on is my greatest
pleasure, right along side of having others expose themselves to me.

