A Dirty Bath
We ran into the forest, laughing and crying in glee—covered in mud and grass. Leynia and I had narrowly avoided the Earth Giants, and now we were free at last. It had been almost a week before we had found a way out of that hell hole. It felt so freeing and glorious. We joked about how we had outsmarted them all the way. Oh! How they had never expected it! The anger on the tallest one’s face as we ran away!
And in our elation, we playfully bumped into one another—shoving each other down grassy hills, rolling down them, and spreading our filth through hugs in the mud. We played like children, without a care in the world.
Eventually though, the sloped hill met a creek, with water to wash us. The water was rushing enough to be clean, but not enough to push us down it, and it was nicely surrounded by green grass and trees. I threw whatever was left of my soiled clothes down into the grass and walked up to a rock on the edge of the water—contemplating jumping in. That’s when I heard Leynia run up behind me, and I felt myself get launched into the air, with a burst of laughter fading from my hearing as I hit the water. Thankfully I didn’t crash into the bottom too hard, but the chill of the water was shocking enough. I raised my head above the surface in time to see Leynia’s naked form leap over me into the water behind me—giving quite a nice view. I turned around to receive a splash of water—cleaning some of the mud from my face. Soon after, Leynia’s reddish-gold hair—glistening in the light—could be seen rising up from the water. She smiled at me with laughing eyes that sparkled in the light as the water dripped from her chin. I returned the smile and splashed her, “That’s payback!”
She splashed me back with more water in return, laughing all the while.
“Hey thanks for the free wash!” I said, blinking the water out of my eyes.
“No problem,” Leynia said, throwing back her wet hair and combing it.
She stood there in the water, about chest high, as she took her time cleaning the dirt from her beautiful hair. I did the same—though my hair was shorter—and yet I couldn’t help but stare. The way she carried herself was so confident for someone so naked. She stood like a queen, or a lioness cleaning her fur. Her bright green eyes glimmered like gems in the sun, only accentuated by the water. The curves of her shoulders, back, and especially her chest were incomparable to any other living thing I had ever seen.
And as I gazed upon her, she too eyed my form. Her eyes seemed to wander over my body. They started at my own eyes, my hair, then my shoulders and chest, and Leynia’s eyes even waltzed down to my core and lower body. As I finished with my hair, I began to clean myself, in those other areas, slowly making my way down.
Leynia took much longer with her hair, but later she began tracing the curves of her body with her hands. She locked eyes with me—our desire mirrored—as Leynia took a few steps towards me. I closed the gap and brought my hands up to her chest.
“Looks like you could use some help,” I said, as I rubbed some flecks of dirt off her soft breasts.
“Likewise,” she said, reaching down to my manhood.
As I gently felt her breasts, tracing her nipples and feeling the weight of her, she similarly felt my length and jewels. She played with my balls as I started getting harder—lifting and gently pressing on them, toying with me. We looked at each other once more with pleasure burning within. I curved my hand around her elegant boobs, feeling the soft, wet texture. Leynia seemed to enjoy this—she bit her lower lip as she looked at me. After feeling every inch of her chest, I began to move my hands down her sexy curves, until I got between her thighs. I rubbed her underwater, while I admired her pairs of beauty—eyes and breasts. She looked up at me with a pleading expression, seemingly asking for something. She dragged her hands up to my shaft and started mimicking her own insides along my length. Leynia even thrusted her hips forward to envelope my manhood with her thighs. She started to rock back and forth, pressing her breasts against me each time, when she said, “I want you to control me this time. Do what you want to me—whatever you keep hidden behind those ocean-blue eyes.”
How could I say no to that?
I stopped any more words between us by kissing her. My lips met hers in a wet and sloppy impact that fueled my lust for her. I pushed her forward with my weight, closer to shore, as I gripped her ass and lifted her up onto me. Our legs left the water behind as she wrapped her legs around me—Leynia’s ankles locking. I felt my hardness press against her soft, lower hair and the outside of her wet lips—fueling my lust. Meanwhile, her kisses became stronger and faster as I took us out of the water and into the tall green grass.
As I kissed her and felt Leynia rubbing against me, I couldn’t last any longer. I stood still, lifted her whole body up with a hand, took my penis in the other and slid it into her as her weight lowered down onto me. I felt my body scream with pleasure as I slowly lifted her up and down. With every squeeze of her wet ass cheeks to lift her up, I felt her soft tits drag across my chest as the soft and warm walls of her dragged up and down my length. I felt her grip loosen each time I plunged as my tip was pulled up and down. Her strong thighs met my hips each time with the slide of wetness. Leynia’s soaking ass—with water and her arousal—came slapping down on my pelvis, meeting our hair for a second in a gentle, pillowy crash. Her tits squeezed against my chest, rubbing her nipples. My ass clenched and my thighs flexed as I thrusted upwards. My biceps curled her up and down. And I loved it. My eyes were wild with passion as I saw Leynia relaxed with pleasure and security. I savored the look on her face each time my pelvis slid along her clit in the crashing of our bodies. The way her head fell back and her wet silky hair glistened in the sun. The way she wrapped her arms around my neck. The way she clenched around my manhood and I slid in and out like our bodies were built to connect. I kissed her eagerly as I felt completely in this present moment.
Then, holding off climax, I knelt down and placed Leynia gently on the soft grass. Even though she gave me permission to do as I pleased, I didn’t want to hurt her in the slightest. I slid my wet and rock-hard cock out of her for a second—it leaked our wetness onto the grass—as I grabbed her curvy waist. I laid her down and lifted her hips up into the air—giving me a beautiful view down her body, with the main event in full vision. Then, I rolled her hips over to the right and flipped her upside down—her ass up to me. I spread her lips with one hand as I thrusted into her folds once more. She let out a small yelp as her legs flung upwards and her chest into the grass. I pounded into her—each hit sending her launching into the grass. She let out small moans as I heard my balls slap into her soaking clit. Her back was sexy as it curved down, with her back dimples accenting our sex. Her hips were rolled up to accept me, yet I still fucked Leynia from a downward angle. I wanted to pound into her from above. It was a degrading and animalistic position, but one I loved for some reason. I even grabbed her hips and pushed her into me with each thrust. Her muscled thighs accepted me as did her hugging walls. I let this go on for a bit before reaching forward and taking hold of her voluptuous breasts and pulling her backward. Her back arched more and her tits flowed in my grip. Her arms released from the ground to rub herself as I lifted her front. I felt myself getting a better angle inside her as I thrusted her forward onto her chest. In a moment, she was lying on the ground—getting completely breeded. I squeezed her legs to straighten out between mine—squeezing her around my cock. Now we were practically lying on one another. I was hammering her from above—my cock was bending slightly to reach deep within her—and my pelvis was slapping against her still wet ass. My balls clapped against the wet arousal covering her thick thighs. Her cheeks reddened with each hit, and she moaned now with every impact. I felt my climax rising as Leynia started quaking. She screamed out as she kept circling her clit and I kept penetrating her insides—barely missing her cervix. Her orgasm shook her thighs as they pushed against the ground and lifted her up for a moment. I slammed her back down as I gripped her waist once more. I took the curves of her hips in my hands as her vulva enveloped my cock. Her arms rose around to grip my own as I felt myself getting closer and closer to breeding her. The squelch of our sex and the pressure of her cheeks on each impact, Leynia’s sexy moans, her womanly curves, the thought of her breasts squished into the grass, the scent of her, the feel of her between my thighs—it was all too much. I felt my pleasure build up to the breaking point as my hips started bucking on their own and my balls drained every last drop into Leynia. I felt my tip explode with sperm as I thrusted one last time so deep that it touched her cervix and my balls slammed into her hot thighs.
I fell into the grass beside Leynia and stayed there for a time—listening to the water flow, the wind pass through the trees, and our ragged breath. Leynia cuddled up next to me and we forgot our troubles for a while.
