Lake Dreams Ch. 12

Walking down the path to the last grassy section at the local nude lake, a faint scent grew stronger. Nearing the section's blackberry bush framed entrance, the smell clearly came from a joint. One being shared by Charles and Betty, who were enjoying a fairly large one, still dressed. Betty's substantial bra was obvious underneath her thin cotton dress, causing a little stir along my cock.

They had been coming here for years, but the last time I had seen them involved a delightful introduction to Betty's turned on body, not merely her naked one. I had not expected them, while hoping that Alice would be there. That being the reason for bringing an air mattress and a cooler with gin, tonic water, limes, and two frosted tall glasses.

I saw Charles take the joint from Betty, who waved at me to join them, raising a hand to her lips. Understanding what she likely meant, I exhaled then sat down, moving my lips next to hers, breathing in the smoke from her lungs. When smoking a joint, this trick works well enough with three or more people, as sharing hits definitely increases how stoned you get. With just two people, this is something of a waste in comparison.

She moved back to take the joint from her husband. As she enjoyed another hit, I breathed out, realizing not only was their joint thick enough for three but also the weed was mixed with hashish. Something quite rare, though definitely a good way to get really stoned. About the only people I've known with the same taste was a married couple I had lived with decades ago, the husband getting especially turned on by hashish.

Since I occasionally could find a gram or two of hash, we shared. Including watching porn together, then hearing them have sex in their bedroom, turning the volume down while still looking at their hardcore porn, jacking off without worrying about being interrupted in front of the large TV. Often they used the vibrator, listening to how he made her beg to cum. However, we three never did anything together, though his wife and I did. The wife, like Kate who introduced me to this nude lake, found weed irresistible as a prelude to having sex.

Today, now Charles motioned for me to breathe in, and for the first time, I shared a hit with a man. When Betty was done, she handed me the joint, again exhaling before taking my first real hit. Carefully, as hash in a joint can be harsher to an extent.

When she leaned towards Charles, their lips pressed in the tempting way that getting stoned like this leads to. I returned the joint, already starting to feel my mind being affected, pleased to give the joint to the person whose lungs were waiting to be filled. As Charles exhaled, I leaned next to him to do another exchange, his lips brushing mine at the end.

Though not a kiss, it was physical contact involving a man I was getting stoned with. Whose wife was handing me the joint again. Breathing in, I watched her take off her panties while she sat, holding them as she leaned over to Charles again. They stayed intimately close after she finished exhaling, bringing the crotch of the panties to his face, rubbing it under his nose as he put a hand under her dress. His hand's upward caressing motion under the yellow dress was easy to follow, part of what was turning into public foreplay, at least in my unrestrained imagination.

Betty turned to me to take the joint, my mind realizing the sequence had become unbalanced. On the other hand, the opportunity for my nose to be near where she had placed her scent on her husband was a real turn on. This was starting to get quite kinky, my lips being the ones to lightly brush his at the end, the shared enjoyment of the scent of her pussy was delightful, imagining how sharing Betty with Charles - or other men - would be.

My thoughts were drifting in various erotically intriguing ways, definitely inspiring how good my cock felt against my jeans. As Charles did a hit, Betty stood up and took off the dress, positioning herself bottomless in front of my face, slyly asking what I thought of her perfume. She opened her thighs enough for my nose and mouth to be very close to her slit, her spread hands on my head. My hand slid over my covered growing length as her scent filled my mind, surprisingly close to creaming my jeans.

She stepped back and bent down a bit to hand me the joint, wearing a large white bra and nothing else. She sat down facing Charles, her back towards me, and after she filled his lungs with more smoke, said that I should lotion her back with suntan oil. Taking off her bra before starting, I knew that playing with her large breasts in front of her husband was something to look forward to.

In all honesty, it remained uncertain if they knew that I knew they were swingers. Considering Alice was the one that told me, being secondhand it might not be accurate. Of course what happened the last time we had met was definitely uninhibited and delightfully sexual. And compared to that other married couple I had gotten high with in the past, they were potentially interested in a threesome, Betty definitely having cock teased me.

Beginning to massage her shoulders with the lotion, she asked what was in the cooler. Telling her the makings of gin and tonics, she laughed, saying that she would love one right now, pulling the cooler close. This provided a bit of a break from thinking about feeling her up, telling her I only had two tall frosted glasses. Betty replied that Charles dd not drink often, especially not after getting this stoned. Then smiled. saying she loved drinking after smoking.

Carefully squeezing the lime into her glass, I used the knife to mix the drink, then gave it to her. Doing the same with mine, I saw that Charles had spread their blanket, gotten naked, then stretched out. Only realizing I was still completely dressed after taking a delicious icy sip. Betty took my glass while still drinking from hers, allowing me to spread out my own blanket, and get undressed in front of them.

This is not as strange as non-nudists might think. When you are familiar with people, in the nude or not, your own state of dress is no more important than theirs. However, between the weed and memories of just a couple of days ago, other older memories of doing this with Kate arose. Along with Kate and her then new girlfriend - with the correct number of glasses on those occasions.

The difference today being I was quite hard, and there was no way to be subtle about it. Which turned out to be a bit of a thrill actually, revealing my interest in Betty from either of them. Plus they had already seen me hard a couple of days ago, so it was not really something hidden in the first place.

Soon, she and I started getting into a comfortably stoned groove, much like the other women who liked getting high before sex. I brought the air mattress to the water's edge, telling her that the holes were perfectly sized for the glasses. Holding the raft steady, her breasts swung a bit as she stowed the gin and tonic glasses.

Walking out into the water with the raft, her size quickly became apparent. Kate had been pretty much the tallest woman I had been involved with, and Betty was definitely the shortest. I held the raft steady as she got on, then kept pushing it out further so I could join her.

We balanced each other well enough, slowly moving out further over small lapping waves, bodies more than occasionally touching. The sensual sensation of skin and water is exquisite when shared. After we had drank about half a glass, I cautioned that we should not stay out too long, lacking sun cream. She agreed, then asked if Alice had planned to be here today.

Not to my knowledge was the answer, but if Alice came, I thought sharing gin and tonics on the water would be perfect. Betty laughed, agreeing that a gin and tonic right now was perfect under the cloudless warm sun. By now, our bodies were touching side to side, with her thigh sliding under mine. Letting the water currents provide motion, feeling our skin move in gentle contact. I laughed a bit in reply, saying that joint had been perfect first, adding that was how Kate and I often enjoyed hours at the lake.

As her thigh floated against my cock, she asked "Like this?" I groaned "Yes like that." Our minds and bodies were running in parallel, talking with and without words. My hand had gone under the water, sliding along her inner thigh, saying "Like this too."

She sighed as my fingers kept moving closer to her slit, saying that Alice really did not like the smell of weed, so they tried to avoid smoking when she was around. Then she kind of giggled, saying she loved getting stoned and having sex outdoors, with the gin and tonic a perfect accompaniment. Not that everyone would agree, Betty added.

Definitely not my ex wife I told her, but Kate would, enthusiastically. My finger had begun running over her lips, and we began to move a bit. Not too blatantly I believed, but her skin felt so good rubbing my cock while her welcoming softness was entrancing when probing deeper. Finishing her drink, she slipped backwards into the water, holding on to the raft as I emptied my glass.

I held on to the raft opposite her, moving easily together to position my cock slit against her clit, letting the slight waves provide the motion. Whispering to her how sexy and stoned she looked right now, knowing my expression must be similar. The raft covered everything as long as we did not move.

When she reached down to push my cock lower against her lips, the sensations were heavenly. The cool water surrounding my cock was slowly replaced by her liquid warmth as we drifted closer, her pussy starting to squeeze. Sex in water is exquisite, especially when stoned, floating in a haze of pure pleasure.

Even if all we could see was the other's face, the glorious sensations led on to going slowly deeper inside her wet tunnel. A tunnel that had been fucked by many men if she was a swinger, something that really turned me on, thinking about being her latest cock.

Her skill wrapping my shaft and cock head in complete pulsing bliss became irresistible. Our backs were arched under the raft, pressing the base of my cock against her pubis, not precisely grinding in the gentle rocking motion. This sort of irresistible slow build up, knowing that orgasm is going to be intensely satisfying, is a rare delight

She began to moan "You can cum.. fill me.. hot cum.. god yes," letting her soft voice seduce me into an extended pumping orgasm. Since Kate never used birth control, though we had fucked like this, I had never cum inside her. Other women, from my first girlfriend on, loved fucking naked in a lake or quarry, being filled with cum in the water. Betty became the latest, orgasming as I did, her cunt clenching and relaxing in perfect rhythm to each hot jet of semen, neither of us caring about anything except how perfect this felt.

Only realizing as we turned the raft to shore that I had fucked my first married woman. Plus noticing how Charles was sitting with another naked couple I did not recognize, the woman between the two men, both of whom were hard as she stroked them.