One night, after weeks of working at a resort in a summer tourist town fairly far north, seven of us, the younger staff, decided to kick back a little and have some fun. Most of the tourists had left, leaving the cabins and the lake to us. Our boss had decided that we were old enough to take care of the resort with only a few people left, so we had the run of the place.
We shut down the restaurant and bar for the night, snuck out a couple of bottles of wine, and headed down to the lake. The night was cool, but the water was still warm. We waded in the shallow area, hidden by the rocks, in our bathing suits, three guys, four girls, laughing and splashing and drinking the wine right out of the bottle. Tanya, tipping over with the wine, climbed a short ladder on the lightpost and turned off the light. Suddenly we could see very little. The lake was lit only by the stars and the dim light from the boathouse. It wasn't too dark for us to see Tanya strip off her bathing suit as she walked back into the water. "Come on you guys, don't be prudes," she giggled.
I couldn't really see anyone else, but I could sense their discomfort. Should we? Troy said, "Fuck it" and pulled down his bathing suit. I could see his growing member, barely, silhouetted against the glimmer of the water. Tracy, my girlfriend, squealed and took off her bikini top. "I'll start with my top," she said. She hugged me and put her tongue down my throat. I reached my hand down the back of her bikini bottoms and reached down, trying to feel her warm pussy. She pushed me away. "Not here, not now," she said. My boner tented against my shorts. I felt like whacking off right then and there, but there was no way.
Over the next hour, everyone took off their suits an splashed around in the water. Even Tracy finally slithered out of her bottoms and joined the rest of the group as we wrestled in the water and throw each other off the dock. I took every opportunity to squeeze breasts and asses when Tracy wasn't looking, and I could feel hands from time to time on my throbbing cock and on my ass.
With the bottles of wine nearly empty, clouds gathered in the sky and blottled out the moon and stars. It was now really dark. I could hear the other giggling and still splashing, obviously drunk and losing their inhibitions. I wanted so badly to fuck Tracy, but she had kept pushing me away. She wouldn't even let me caress her ass, even though no one else could really see. I was feeling really down, and waded a little away from the group, closer to the rocks under the hanging willow branches.
Suddenly I felt arms around me in full embrace, one hand reaching immediately for my cock. Tracy had obviously come around. She massaged my cock -- for the first time since the first week of the summer -- and squeezed me. But what was that I felt against my lower back? Why was Tracy so strong? She started kissing my neck and I could feel -- what was it? -- the roughness of someone's chin. "Tracy?" I whispered, afraid to move.
"Shhh," grumbled a low voice. "It's Troy." I tried to pull away but he held me close. I could feel his cock now against my ass crack. He was stroking me a little harder now.
