The First Time I Went Skinny Dipping
I don’t think I had ever felt more free.
Back when I worked at IHOP, I worked with this totally crazy girl, Sonya, that I made friends with after a while because we both liked to party at the time.
Sonya was secretly dating our boss, Jay, who was also crazy, as he presented himself as what I’d like to call a ‘wannabe redneck’ because he had always lived in suburban Connecticut and there was no reason for the drawl in his speech and certainly no excuse for the cowboy hat and boots.
Jay had a brother, Ephraim (name not changed, because Ephraim), and one day I was invited on a camping trip with Sonya, Jay, and his brother.
I didn’t know Ephraim at all, other than he was weird Jay’s sexy brother, and I almost turned down the invite, but then finally caved because I thought, with this crazy bunch, how could a camping trip not be fun?
No lie, we went to the very same campground that I had had my first pee experience years and years ago.
It felt weird being back there after so many years, coming as an adult to a place where I had spent so much time of my childhood.
Everything seemed smaller and closer together than when it had when I was a kid and the world was so wide and open to possibilities, it seemed foreign as well as comfortable.
We had a two-tent camping space right along the river, and as we went in the middle of the workweek since we all worked at IHOP on weekends (except for mysterious Ephraim) the campground was mostly empty and there weren’t other tents in sight from our space.
And if you’re wondering, yes, I had a great weekend peeing outside in the woods with Sonya, because that’s the kind of thing drunk girls do together.
And boy, that’s what we did in the woods — get drunk.
As he was won’t to do, Jay brought two 30 racks of beer for the one night we were staying, and I had brought my pot, so we were drunk by the afternoon and three sheets to the wind by the time the summer night finally fell.
I don’t remember whose idea it was to go skinny dipping, but suddenly that’s what we were going to do — drunk, in the middle of the night.
Sonya wanted to do it but refused to go in the river at night, but there was a pool on the property that was across from the main office and entrance to the campground, and getting there became our goal.
The four of us piled into the golf cart we had rented to get around the huge campground, and Ephraim, who we deemed the least drunk, set off driving to the pool.
The whole short ride there I was thinking to myself I can’t believe I am going to do this.
It wasn’t because I was insecure about my body — at the time I was the hottest I’ve ever been — but I was nervous about taking my clothes off in front of my boss and a relatively strange man that I’d just met, and who I hadn’t really conversed with much because he seemed so shy.
At any rate, we arrived at the locked pool, surrounded by a high chain link fence, and wondered what to do.
The next think we knew, Ephraim was climbing the fence, hoisting himself over the top, and then he dropped to the bottom and walked over to the fence door, pushing a lever from the inside to let us in.
Fences and locks are just suggestions, you know?
“We have to do this fast!” I said, the most nervous of the bunch, and I stood around and watched nervously as Sonya and Jay immediately stripped down and jumped into the pool.
Ephraim took his time taking off his shoes and pants, and when he was down to his boxers he asked me if I was coming in.
I had gotten this far, I couldn’t say no.
I stripped faster than I ever have before and jumped into the deep end of the pool, giggling along with Sonya and Jay as Ephraim jumped in behind me.
There was a lot of giggling and comments of “I can’t believe we’re doing this” from me and Sonya, but there were no spotlights on the pool, the campground was quiet, and we weren’t being that loud so I figured we had nothing to worry about.
It didn’t take long for Sonya and Jay to congregate together in one corner of the pool to make out, so I swam a few laps while Ephraim floated quietly near me.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been skinny dipping, but it feels amazingly sensual, the water sliding over you like silk, touching parts of you that have never openly been touched before.
I reveled in the sensations, and then felt a gentle splash on my face, and then another — Ephraim was splashing me!
I started treading water across from him in the pool and we began a playful, silent splash fight, and he slowly got closer and closer to me until my back was against the edge of the pool and he was right in front of me.
I remember the way he looked in my eyes, deeply and seriously, like he was asking me a question without words, and I was saying yes, wondering how this gorgeous guy who I felt was way out of my league had any interest in me.
The next thing I knew, Ephraim moved in on me and started kissing my neck, from my shoulder up to my earlobe, he sucked and licked and bit.
My pussy began to throb — I love having my neck kissed like that, it drives me totally crazy.
Ephraim moved closer and pressed his chest against mine, taking one of my breasts gently in his hand to squeeze and fondle, and then I felt his hard cock bobbing around in the water between my legs, bumping up against my pussy sending shockwaves throughout my body as he relentlessly kissed his way up and down both sides of my neck.
And then, it was over.
I saw Sonya and Jay climbing out of the pool and gathering up their clothes.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here before we get caught,” Jay called to us, and Ephraim immediately pulled away from me, swam across the pool and jumped out.
I was the last one in and the last one out.
We hadn’t even kissed.
We were too drunk to remember to bring towels, so we put our shoes on and held our clothes to our bodies as we ran, giggling hysterically, back to the golf cart.
Ephraim and Jay sat in the front and Sonya and I were in the back, facing backwards as we drove.
At one point, Sonya dropped her clothes on the seat between us and stood up on the back of the cart, holding on with one hand and raising the other in the air, and whooped and called out, naked into the night.
I’ll never get the picture of her perfect body out of my mind.
Her big, full breasts were like pert little cones, nipples pointing toward the sky, and her crotch, right in my face, was perfectly groomed with a little landing strip of black hair.
I stared at her breasts giggling up and down as we drove and she looked down and laughed at me, making me blush in the darkness.
If you’re wondering what happened between me and Ephraim, the answer is nothing.
He was more of a gentleman than I had counted on and decided to sleep in the truck and let me have the tent to myself.
I’ll never know why he didn’t come to my tent that night when he certainly could have — I would have welcomed him with open arms and legs — but the experience of skinny dipping for the first time and feeling so free in my nakedness in a public place was turn on enough for this exhibitionist.
I couldn’t wait to go skinny dipping again…