flat on my face. He already thinks I'm the most clumsy person on the face of the Earth.
"I'll carry you then." And just like that he picks me up, holding me like a newborn. He looks down at me waiting for me to close my eyes. I give him a last glare and reluctantly shut my eyes.
His steps are bumpy, bobbing me up and down in his arms. He walks only for a couple more minutes before stopping again. He puts his hands over my eyes for assurance that I won't peek as he places me on the ground.
"Okay, open." He says dropping his hands to my shoulders. At first all I see is more woods. Then I notice that the ground ends. I'm only a foot away from the edge and there's nothing else left. I look over the edge and we're on a freaking cliff. It's probably only thirty feet high but still.
Below the cliff is some sort of body of water. It's not a lake or anything. It's kind of like a spring but bigger I guess. If I had to categorize it I would say it's a pond, but that's not completely accurate.
When I think of the word pond I think of goose poop and dirty, murky water. The water in this place is crystal clear. It's a true paradise.
How could I not have seen this place before? This is a magical hidden gem. It would be a perfect place to come in the summer and relax alone. I doubt people have discovered this before. It wouldn't be this clean.
"It's beautiful." I whisper. It takes me a moment to tear my eyes away from the pond to look at Ollie. When I finally do I see him partially behind a tree. I walk towards him and notice that he's taking his clothes off. Pretty sure I just found something thats more beautiful than the pond.
He doesn't have a shirt on. He's not super buff like a body builder or anything but he's definitely defined. I can count six abs easily but his arms are what is truly amazing. They're perfect—nice and strong but not overwhelming. He must work out daily. He turns to me and cocks his head to one side.
"Like the view?" He asks, laughing at me as I continue to stare at him with wide eyes. "Wanna swim?" He continues to undress slipping his socks and shoes off. I start feeling hot all over. I have to gain some control. I can't stop staring as I wait for more clothing to fall.
"Um, it's uh, kind of cold." I brush him off. It's the only thing that I can come up with.
I can't remember what underwear I put on this morning. I pray it's not my stupid granny panty ones. I would never be able to live it down.
"It's a natural spring. It's like a freaking hot tub in there. You'll be fine." He explains taking his pants off.
He's a brief guy—I have wondered about that. I've never seen a guy like this before and I cant help but blush. I can see everything—literally, everything. I decide to just go for it. I've been confident all day, why stop now?
I take off my top and am relieved at what I see—a simple black bra. The bottom part is what scares me. I don't want to wear a thong but I don't want granny panties either. I take my skirt off and am somewhat relieved.
I'm wearing boy shorts which are kind of dorky but I'll take it. They are blue and hug my hips. They're a little small so my butt sort of hangs out but it's not like I knew this was going to happen.
I look at Ollie and realize he's been watching me undress with hooded eyes. The thought gets me excited. I shake my head and playfully frown at him. No guy has ever seen me like this before. I feel vulnerable but with Ollie I don't really mind. He doesn't make it awkward or overly sexual. I'm comfortable right now, which surprises me.
He closes the space between us with a predatory look on his face. I open my arms when he's close enough and he engulfs me in his arms lifting me up. My feet barely touch the ground as I hold onto his neck.
Both of our bodies are completely pressed together, skin on skin. For some reason this feels more intimate than anything I've ever experienced. Even though we are partially
"I'll carry you then." And just like that he picks me up, holding me like a newborn. He looks down at me waiting for me to close my eyes. I give him a last glare and reluctantly shut my eyes.
His steps are bumpy, bobbing me up and down in his arms. He walks only for a couple more minutes before stopping again. He puts his hands over my eyes for assurance that I won't peek as he places me on the ground.
"Okay, open." He says dropping his hands to my shoulders. At first all I see is more woods. Then I notice that the ground ends. I'm only a foot away from the edge and there's nothing else left. I look over the edge and we're on a freaking cliff. It's probably only thirty feet high but still.
Below the cliff is some sort of body of water. It's not a lake or anything. It's kind of like a spring but bigger I guess. If I had to categorize it I would say it's a pond, but that's not completely accurate.
When I think of the word pond I think of goose poop and dirty, murky water. The water in this place is crystal clear. It's a true paradise.
How could I not have seen this place before? This is a magical hidden gem. It would be a perfect place to come in the summer and relax alone. I doubt people have discovered this before. It wouldn't be this clean.
"It's beautiful." I whisper. It takes me a moment to tear my eyes away from the pond to look at Ollie. When I finally do I see him partially behind a tree. I walk towards him and notice that he's taking his clothes off. Pretty sure I just found something thats more beautiful than the pond.
He doesn't have a shirt on. He's not super buff like a body builder or anything but he's definitely defined. I can count six abs easily but his arms are what is truly amazing. They're perfect—nice and strong but not overwhelming. He must work out daily. He turns to me and cocks his head to one side.
"Like the view?" He asks, laughing at me as I continue to stare at him with wide eyes. "Wanna swim?" He continues to undress slipping his socks and shoes off. I start feeling hot all over. I have to gain some control. I can't stop staring as I wait for more clothing to fall.
"Um, it's uh, kind of cold." I brush him off. It's the only thing that I can come up with.
I can't remember what underwear I put on this morning. I pray it's not my stupid granny panty ones. I would never be able to live it down.
"It's a natural spring. It's like a freaking hot tub in there. You'll be fine." He explains taking his pants off.
He's a brief guy—I have wondered about that. I've never seen a guy like this before and I cant help but blush. I can see everything—literally, everything. I decide to just go for it. I've been confident all day, why stop now?
I take off my top and am relieved at what I see—a simple black bra. The bottom part is what scares me. I don't want to wear a thong but I don't want granny panties either. I take my skirt off and am somewhat relieved.
I'm wearing boy shorts which are kind of dorky but I'll take it. They are blue and hug my hips. They're a little small so my butt sort of hangs out but it's not like I knew this was going to happen.
I look at Ollie and realize he's been watching me undress with hooded eyes. The thought gets me excited. I shake my head and playfully frown at him. No guy has ever seen me like this before. I feel vulnerable but with Ollie I don't really mind. He doesn't make it awkward or overly sexual. I'm comfortable right now, which surprises me.
He closes the space between us with a predatory look on his face. I open my arms when he's close enough and he engulfs me in his arms lifting me up. My feet barely touch the ground as I hold onto his neck.
Both of our bodies are completely pressed together, skin on skin. For some reason this feels more intimate than anything I've ever experienced. Even though we are partially
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