Pervert 6

I had a spare afternoon and decided to take a stroll down by the river. There were a few secluded places where a body could strip off and take a refreshing dip without having to worry about passing strangers.

So there I was, ambling along, when I reached the largest of the hidden pools. I had no intention of swimming at this point but I was interested in seeing a neat pile of clothes and a towel next to a tree. Female type clothes.

Looking over the pool I spotted a blonde head bobbing in the water. The owner of the head hadn't spotted me so I contemplated my options. Continue on? Call out and wave hullo? Join them? I finally sat down under the tree while I considered what to do.

If the swimmer emerged what would I behold? A lovely young lady, a gargoyle, or something in-between? I relaxed and waited.

Eventually the swimmer came wading ashore. A lot closer to a lovely princess than a gargoyle, I decided. She paused once she was ashore, stretched, and wrung the water out of her hair. Very nice hair, too. Long, blonde, and thick. Then she headed towards me.

Well she was probably heading towards her clothes and towel, apparently not having noticed me. It's surprising how often people fail to see what is right in front of them.

"You're really quite lovely," I complimented her when she was closer.

Did she appreciate the compliment? She did not, although that may have been because she wasn't wearing bathers but was standing there in all her glory. She gave a small scream and tried to hide her more pulchritudinous bits, a lost cause before she started.

"Pervert," she yelled at me. "How dare you spy on me?"

"Me a pervert?" I said, offended. "I'm not the one wandering around naked in public. You can't blame me because I happened to see you. If it upsets you so much why aren't you getting dried and dressed?"

Keeping a wary eye on me she jumped forward and grabbed her towel, deftly wrapping it around herself. That seemed to calm her somewhat.

"Go away. I want to get dressed."

"So get dressed, I'm not stopping you. I'm just relaxing and enjoying the scenery."

"Pervert," she yelled again. "I'm not getting dressed in front of you."

I smiled. "Your choice, but I might take your continued nudity as a silent invitation."

She looked horrified. "It's no such thing and you know it. Don't you look."

"A bit late to say that when I've already seen everything," I observed and she gave me a killer look.

"You're still a pervert. At least turn your back."

I simply smiled and ignored her quibbling. She sidled past me, eyes on me rather than her clothes. I waited until she turned her attention to her clothes and then I reached out and tugged on the towel, causing it to fall. (You couldn't really blame me. She shouldn't have been standing so close. )

"Pervert," she yelled. (She seemed fond of that word.)

I laughed which was probably a mistake. She said something very rude and tried to slap me. That was a mistake. Verbal abuse was one thing - getting physical was something else completely. I caught her wrist and pulled, resulting in her lying face down across my lap.

She started to struggle but I gave her a hard spank, warning her to stop wriggling.

"If I was a pervert I'd take this chance to rape you but I'm not so I won't. I will, however, get acquainted with your lovely body."

My hands started wandering over said body, touching lightly. She very quickly gave up the idea of struggling as I gave her another spank every time she tried. I also commented on the feel of her warm skin as my hands drifted over her.

After a pleasurable couple of minutes I rolled her off my lap to lie flat on her back on the grass. Then my fingers went wandering again. There was more to explore this time and my compliments were many and varied and sincere, not that she seemed to appreciate them.

When I stroked her mons and stopped, poised just above her legs I paused and waited. At first she just held her legs firmly together but that was a tiring position to hold. She slowly relaxed and my hand slipped between them, exploring her pussy.

I stroked her lips, lightly dragged my fingernails along them, watching as she reacted, her pudenda flowering, appreciative of the attention. She grew a little more apprehensive when my fingers trespassed inside her.

"You said you weren't going to rape me," she reminded me nervously.

"And I meant it," I assured her. "Definitely off the board for today."

"What do you mean, today?"

"There are other days and things will be different."

"You wouldn't dare."

I smiled, one hand cupping the warmth of a breast while my other hand was relishing the hot dampness below.

"You won't get a chance," she snapped.

"Suzy, darling, we're neighbours. I'll have a dozen chances a week."

"Well I don't do that sort of thing."

"You do. You're not a virgin."

"I certainly am!"

"Um, Suzy, neighbours, remember. Your parents out, you home with Mike. You forgetting to turn off your bedroom light. Shall I go on?"

"Just shut up, you pervert. Spying on me."

I laughed. "Come on. I didn't even mention Mike bending you forward over the bed and giving you an energetic thirty seconds."

Suzy was blushing and staring daggers at me. I shrugged and spread my hands as if to say what?

"I've never said anything about it, now have I?"

"If you ever do you're dead meat", she said, sounding dreadfully earnest.

"I wouldn't do that. Tell you what. You agree to yielding peacefully right now and I won't rape you at all."

"What sort of deal is that? You still get to have sex with me and I don't want to."

I slipped a foot around her ankle and tugged lightly. Her legs parted with no problems. I reached down and pushed my own clothes down out the road. Taking her hand I pressed it against my erection, unsurprised when her hand closed around me.

For the next few minutes we touched each other. I won't say she was accepting what was about to happen but neither was she denying it. I finally rolled over on top of her. To be more accurate, between her legs and looming over her.

"Steer me into place," I said quietly.

"You expect me to do that? I don't want to do it at all."

I didn't say anything, just waiting. After a few moments, muttering about pigheaded, obstinate, chauvinistic, men she guided me into place, a little tentatively which didn't surprise me as she was rather inexperienced (and reluctant).

Once she had me positioned I pressed forward, taking my time so as not to scare her. She might still change her mind at this stage. I eased my way in, or at least that was my intention. Once I was halfway home all her inhibitions dropped away and she lifted her hips with some urgency, wanting me now, now, now.

Being one of nature's gentlemen I assisted in her wishes, changing from a gentle seduction to a robust thrust, burying myself fully. She gave a small cry, her legs rising and wrapping around me, holding me tight.

Things became rather hectic after that as she bucked under me, setting her own pace, and a demanding pace it was. I was able to keep up with her while keeping a little (a very little) in reserve. Her hands hooked onto my shoulders, making me pleased that she played netball and had to keep her nails trimmed. Long nails would have been a killer.

There was a sense of urgency about her as if she wanted to climax immediately or sooner. I couldn't help but wonder if her short session with Mike had left her feeling that she'd been short changed and she wanted her money's worth this time.

She was gasping, almost at the point she wanted, so I reached down to give her a little digital manipulation. That was all it took and she climaxed quite nicely, calming down somewhat afterwards.

That left me back in control and I proceeded to demonstrate that fact, thrusting away quite happily to her amazement.

"What are you doing?" she gasped out.

"Ah, making love to you?" I suggested.

"But we finished."

"Don't be silly. An interlude at most. I'll decide when I'm finished."

With that I went to work with a will. It didn't take much effort to have her arousal flourishing once more. Quite frankly I'd have loved to drag it out somewhat longer but I didn't think I'd be physically capable of doing so.

I stepped into my end run, hammering home hard and fast, simply pushing her to the point where she climaxed again, climaxing myself as well, spraying her liberally. I hoped she was on the pill. I'd have to discuss that with her.

She was lying flat on her back with a very smug look on her face. I'd save the contraception talk for another day. It could be a useful ploy to persuade her to lose her panties again.