Emily was excited to meet her friends. A new place to party and swim. Emily usually didn't day drink, but she wanted to be a little loosened up when she got there, and it was only one glass of wine so she knew she was good to drive.
Emily stood in the middle of her room, contemplating her wardrobe choice. She knew most of the guys there, but she knew a couple of new men would be there too and, if she got lucky, she was going to get lucky. She chose a string bikini that might qualify as a hanky if the top and bottom were put together, barely covering her perfectly rounded breasts with large nipples that were made to be sucked and clamped.
Emily loved it a little rough, but rarely got what she truly loved, but loved sex so was still mostly satisfied. Tonight, Emily was determined to get what she wanted and was willing to beg for it.
She had dark fantasies that sometimes haunted her dreams, bondage, spankings, gang bangs, and forced compliance with unknown partners. On those nights she would wake up with her pussy soaking wet and throbbing with need and would try to assuage the need by sliding her dildo into her ass and pounding her pussy with the biggest dildo she owned. She would get what she wanted tonight.
She slipped a gauzy, filmy cover over her bikini that left nothing to the imagination, downed another glass of wine and ran out the door.
She got out her phone and punched in the address. She knew that it was kind of out in the middle of nowhere but figured she would have cell service so didn't bother to download the directions. It wasn't too far out of town. She pulled out with a feeling of excitement and sexual resolution to finally get every single thing she wanted.
Emily put the top down, turned up the radio and took a few more sips of the drink she mixed as an after thought just before running out the door. After driving for almost 45 minutes, she was starting to get a little worried. Her phone had been silent with any new instructions for about 15 minutes now. Her friend had told her around where the dirt road was that she needed to turn on to get to the swimming hole. She knew she had to have gone far enough and was ready to get off the highway, so the next dirt road that came up Emily figured that had to be it.
Her friends had promised her that her car would make it down the road and so far there hadn't been any problems and Emily could tell that the road looked well traveled and was positive that she was on the right road.
Emily rounded a curve and there were trucks parked everywhere on the road where a new house was being built. Men were walking around and working, most in sweaty shirts plastered to some very fine bodies. As Emily slowed down to go around the trucks, she decided she would stop and ask to be sure she was on the right road.
She opened the door and stood up, stretching, and noticed that all eyes were turned on her and a tingling of sexual tension ran down her spine and she truly hoped this could be the opportunity to make several of her dreams come true.
When she slid out of the car, drink in hand, she made sure her cover was pulled up to the top of her hips. One extraordinarily magnificent looking man started strolling slowly in her direction with what could only be called a sensual look in his eyes.
Emily sauntered up to one of the men with what she hoped was a sultry look that would get her what she wanted, slowly putting
"I think I'm lost. Does anyone know where there is a swimming hole around here?" Emily asked in a low throaty voice she barely recognized. "I'm supposed to meet some friends there".
The men were starting to gather around Emily now and she could feel moisture start to form inside her pussy and start to ooze out. "No sweetheart we don't know about any place to swim around here" one man said. Then Emily saw one of the sexiest men she had ever seen.
Emily put the straw in her mouth, sucking on the straw, never breaking eye contact with Mr. Sexy. All she knew was that she had to fuck and she had to fuck now!