Cydney Greene was surprised when she rode over the ridge and saw the rocks and trees she had been using as a landmark all week were actually sheltering a beautiful pond made by the spreading of the creek as it pooled in a low spot before moving on down the valley. That surprise was nothing compared to the shock that rippled through her when she realized the secluded spot was not uninhabited. Lying naked on the grass under the shade of a tree was Ben Gilliam, the son of the landowner who had given her permission to ride across his land on her way to the upper pasture her family owned. Cutting across the Gilliam's land on her way to fix fences up there saved her thirty minutes of riding each morning and evening as Ben's father had pointed out when he heard she planned to spend the week out there. The repairs were finished earlier than she'd expected so she had allowed her curiosity to dictate her moves and rode over to the trees that appeared to be growing in the middle of no where.
Cydney tipped her hat back and leaned on the saddle-horn as she looked around the area and back at the sleeping figure lying vulnerable and exposed on the ground. Her eyes were drawn to him leaving her only dimly aware of dismounting and tying her horse out to graze. She stepped closer to Ben and her shadow fell across him as she looked at all 6' of nakedness. His blond hair was slightly damp leading her to conclude he'd been skinny dipping prior to taking a nap. Her eyes skimmed over the features of his face from his chiseled nose to the angle of his jaw, softened and innocent in sleep. His chest was mostly hairless and she noted with interest that his tan was only slightly lighter at his waist and hips. Obviously he had spent some time sunbathing nude.
Her eyes traveled down the arrow of hair at his navel and she stared long and hard at his cock and balls nestled in the dark curls of pubic hair. She had never seen a naked man before other than in pictures and drawings from health class. Seeing him like this excited her and she could feel her body tightening as she looked at him. She forced herself to look away and glanced quickly around the clearing that surrounded them. There was no one else within miles of them. Her eyes swept over him again. Her fantasies had centered on him for the past few months and she could feel that familiar tingle beginning. It usually only swept over her at night when she was in bed alone dreaming of being held against him, of being kissed by him. She always awoke restless and achy from those dreams with only her own fingers to bring her the relief her body craved. She could feel herself getting wet and looking down at herself, she wasn't surprised to see the bumps in her shirt caused by her nipples, tight, hot, and eager for his touch.
"Get a hold of yourself," she mentally chastised herself. "One look at him naked and you're breathing like you've just run a marathon. What if he wakes up and catches you?" she continued scolding herself. Her whole body felt hot and it wasn't the temperature of the day.
Deciding she could take a swim to cool off and be gone before he woke up, she propped her hip on the outcropping of rocks and bent over to remove her boots. She nearly groaned aloud as she wriggled her toes inside her socks. She quickly flipped her braid over her shoulder and unbuttoned her blouse. She removed her jeans without making a sound. Risking one more peek at the sleeping figure she dropped her panties and bra on top of the mound of clothing on the rock. She had no idea how lovely she was or how sexy she looked silhouetted against the sky with her breasts jutting out, the flatness of her stomach giving way to the slight rise of her woman's mound, and her long, sleek legs tapering down from the tautness of her butt. The man sleeping on the ground had no idea the picture of perfection she made as she walked out into the shallows and lowered herself into the cool water. As she submerged herself, her long, dark hair held tight in the braid, floated out behind her on the surface of the water.
Cydney splashed water up onto her face then stood up and flipped her wet bangs back before she started a slow crawl across the water. When she reached the other side she turned and began a backstroke toward the rock. Stopping only to admire the scenery, she continued to swim back and forth across the small expanse of water completely oblivious to the fact that her sleeping companion was no longer asleep.
Ben knew he'd only been sleeping for a few minutes when he felt the tickle of a fly walking up his chest. He brushed it away as his hand passed over it to push against the erection he had sprouted upon wakening. If Cydney had been watching she'd have gotten an eyeful seeing all 8" of rock hard cock pointing at the sky. Ben sat up and glanced out over the swimming hole. He got his own surprise when he saw Cydney's head pop up behind the rock. She was swimming toward the other bank and her back was to him but Ben knew who she was. He could feel himself getting harder as the object of his most recent fantasies continued her swim.
Ben couldn't believe his luck as he stood up slowly and moved into the water with her. He fully planned to give her the chance to leave if she wanted it but he had to at least find out if she was interested in anything besides swimming first. He couldn't remember the number of times he had gotten off imagining her naked with him. Cydney was shy and although they spoke to each other and she seemed friendly, he hadn't gotten up the nerve to actually ask her out or even ask if he could give her a ride someplace. He had thought about it and it seemed like offering her a ride would be the perfect opening, but so far, no opportunity to do it had presented itself. A little devil inside him said she wouldn't have taken the risk of stripping and swimming near him if she hadn't at least thought about what might happen if he woke up. She was standing near the rocks checking the band around her hair when he spoke.
"I didn't know we had a mermaid in this swimming hole."
Cydney froze. Two thoughts popped into her head at once. If Ben was in the water with her he must still be naked and the husky timbre of his voice suggested he was as aroused as she'd gotten while watching him sleep. She blushed and dropped her hands to her sides.
Ben lifted his hand and reached out to stroke her arm with the tip of one finger. Her skin was soft and he watched as a shiver ran up her spine. "Are you cold?" he asked.
"No." Cydney knew the breathy sound of her voice gave her away. She cleared her throat and said it more forcefully.
Ben's hand dropped from her arm and Cydney felt his hands come to rest at her waist, one on either side, not moving, just resting there. She held her breath as she felt the water moving between them as Ben stepped closer behind her.
He was careful to keep some distance between them even though his cock was aching to rub against the firm butt he could see below the surface of the water. He didn't want her to feel his erection unless she was interested in the same thing he was. His voice dropped even lower, barely above a whisper as his head moved closer to her ear.
