PART 5
Church on Sunday was not too bad. I think the thing about Carly’s bet about having sex with me was dying down. I still got the occasional look, but I just ignored it.
After church, I noticed dad talking to Karen Walker. After the conversation, she seemed disappointed about something. I never got to ask her about it, and dad never brought it up in conversation when we got home and had lunch.
It turned into another hot week of stacking hay. On Tuesday, I thought about going out to the lake again after work. A swim was going to feel nice… well, that and experiencing a release near the murky bottom.
It occurred to me I might not be alone if I drove out there. What if Mrs. Walker showed up? What would I do then?
A part of me thought it would be unwise to go out and swim with her again. But another part liked the way we swam and played games and held our breath. I tried to tell myself that’s all we were doing out there, and that everything was fine. But deep down, I knew otherwise.
I was concerned over the fact she was married. I could always pick another day to go out for a swim. But I really wanted to go out and enjoy myself. Besides, what if she wasn’t even out there when I arrived?
I thought about it for the rest of the scorching hot afternoon. I thought about it while I was at home eating dinner. I even thought about it after I’d gotten into my car with my swim bag and headed out to the lake, telling my folks where I was going.
A part of me felt a little guilty about things. But I liked what was happening between Mrs. Walker and myself at the lake. There weren’t many people who enjoyed doing the type of things I liked to do in and underwater.
What if no one was there at the inlet? I might have it all to myself. So I told myself to stop stressing over it.
Imagine my dismay when I saw the Walker car parked there. Now what was I going to do? Maybe it was Carly who’d come out to ask my forgiveness and to make amends for how things had gone. Yeah, and maybe it was Marilyn Monroe risen from the dead out skinny-dipping at my lake.
The raft was just offshore, although I knew it was deep enough right there at that spot to have some fun. I parked a short distance away. Then I got out of my car before taking my bag of swim goodies down to the shore.
I had a bit of a walk from where I’d parked. I peered intently at the wooden raft. There was something yellow on top of it. But I couldn’t quite make out what it was.
A head emerged up beside the raft as a loud gasp carried across the surface toward me. The swimmer appeared to pause to catch her breath. Then she turned in my direction.
A hand waved as I heard, “Hi, Robert! Come on out! The water’s fine!” I instantly recognized Mrs. Walker’s voice.
She called out, “I’m just holding my breath!” Then her head disappeared. Despite my reservations, I was elated to see her… and more than a little aroused.
My conscience indicated this might not be such a good idea. But a part of me really wanted to swim with her. So I told myself all I had to do was just be careful and respectful.
I left my bag, towel and clothes on the shoreline. She submerged without appearing to be wearing any kind of dive mask. So I left mine on shore.
I waded into the water in my light green speedos. Then I scanned down the shoreline toward her and the raft. She had not yet resurfaced.
Upon further reflection, my outfit had not been such a great choice after all, being as how they really showed off my arousal. Had I deliberately worn them in case I might bump into her? My conscience said yes, but I told myself it was merely a coincidence.
I slowly swam myself toward the raft. Without my glasses, I still couldn’t tell what I was seeing on top of the wooden structure. But I certainly had my suspicions.
When I was close enough, I realized it was two discarded bikini pieces. Gawd; that was all I needed! I gulped as my cock stiffened even more in my speedos.
I looked all around. But Mrs. Walker had not yet surfaced. I did see ripples indicating where she’d gone down.
I thought about submerging to find her, just to see what she might be doing. Then I told myself she might want a little privacy. So I swam over to the raft and self-consciously hung on to it, wondering just how much I was really going to enjoy myself in her presence.
She popped up with a loud gasp for breath, startling me as she’d come up right next to me. “Oh there you are, Robert,” she panted. Then she gave me a huge smile as she added, “Love the speedos. They really stand out. It’ll make it easier for me to find you down near the bottom. Good choice.”
I could not keep from blushing. She was holding onto the raft, submerged up to her neck. But I could clearly see her breasts, including her erect nipples.
I stammered, “Uh… Mrs. Walker?” She immediately gave me an angry look.
I quickly corrected myself. “Uh, Karen?” Then I motioned at her as I told her, “You’re out here swimming, uh… uh…”
“…naked?” she asked with an amused chuckle. “There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Uh… no; of course not!”
“You don’t have a problem with that; do you, Robert?” There was that smile again.
“Uh… not at all.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you once said about coming out here to hold your breath and masturbate. Let me show you what I’ve learned.”
My bulge was becoming more pronounced by the moment. “I, uh… I don’t mean to intrude on your private time.”
“Nonsense. I’m happy for the company. This way, you can save me if I should happen to drown myself.” That smile of hers was infectious.
I still wanted to be careful. But I could feel my resolve giving way. “Are you sure?”
She motioned at the watch on my wrist. “I want you to critique my method while timing me as I hold my breath. Is that ok with you?”
“Uh… sure; if you’d like that.”
“I’d like that very much, Robert.”
She smiled again as she moved away from the raft. Then she waved me to come over as she tread water. I let go of the raft and moved closer.
She filled her lungs before she submerged. I checked my watch before inhaling deeply. Then I submerged after her.
I watched as she sculled herself partway down. She smiled at me as she began touching herself all over. She acted as though she loved the way the water felt on her naked flesh.
I saw it all; there was nothing hidden from view. My cock bulged in my speedos at the erotic sight before me. The color of the fabric made it quite noticeable.
Next time, I vowed to bring along a set of trunks. That way, I could change into them right quick if I needed to. This was proving to be more than a little embarrassing.
I told myself I’d only worn these because I liked how they felt on me. But I already knew that was mostly a lie. Deep down, I’d hoped she’d be out here and would enjoy seeing me in them.
She suddenly came toward me and pulled me closer. I hadn’t wanted to invade her space. Now I could really see everything!
She started to drift up as she caressed her naked body. Then she released bubbles out of her nose. It caused her upward ascent to slow and then stop.
I had to scull downward to maintain my position with her. I released just enough air to stop my upward momentum. That way, I no longer needed to work to stay down.
She drifted there in place as she fondled her mounds. I saw her pull on her nipples a little. Then a hand went down to her crotch.
I watched as she grabbed herself while moaning and bubbling. The other hand groped her breasts as she rubbed between her legs. A few more bubbles came out of her mouth and nose as she masturbated right in front of me.
Maybe she was doing it just to pleasure herself. But she was looking right at me the entire time. Clearly, she wanted me to see what she was doing.
I noticed her starting to drift downward. Mrs. Walker had become negatively buoyant. But it wasn’t long before I was slowly descending as well.
It got cooler and murkier the deeper we went. She really rubbed her crotch. Then she released a burst of air as she started back up.
I followed her up, keeping track of the time. We both burst up together near the raft. I hooked an arm through the ladder while checking my watch.
She smiled as she asked, “How’d I do?”
“You mean touching yourself? Or your time underwater?” I wasn’t entirely certain which one she was referring to.
“Why both, of course!” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
I told her, “We were down for 1:11. As for what you were doing? Well, I… yeah, I thought you were doing just fine.”
“I discovered that when I’m touching myself and I release enough of my breath? I begin to sink.”
“Happens to me all the time. With empty lungs, I really have to work to get back to the surface.”
“I’m beginning to understand why you come out here so often, Robert.” Then she innocently asked, “Would you time me again?”
“Of course.” What else could I say? I couldn’t very well tell her no; could I?
“Oh, just one more thing. I’d like to watch you touch yourself as well. I want to see what you do when you’re submerged. I think it will help give me ideas.”
I blushed again as I told her, “I, uh… I think you’re doing just fine without any of my ideas, Mrs. Wa-, er… Karen.”
“Watch it, Robert,” she replied good-naturedly.
I checked my watch. Then we inhaled before going down together. We sculled downward until it felt like we were about twelve feet down.
She started to touch herself again. When I delayed, she waved at me as she motioned for me to go right ahead and get going. So I began touching my bulge.
She was drifting upward when she released some of her breath. I also released a little of mine as well. We both stopped ascending and drifted in place before we slowly began to slip downward.
She grinned at me as she touched herself all over. Then she really rubbed her crotch. I caressed my chest with one hand as I rubbed my bulge with the other.
Embarrassment gave way to arousal. I still didn’t think it was a very good idea being so close to her naked body like this. But I rationalized to myself that it would be ok.
I got a little more into it, rubbing and squeezing myself. She smiled at me as she became a little more animated. I got the distinct impression she was enjoying having me watch her while I was joining in.
We slowly sank deeper as we released the occasional burst of bubbles. It got murkier, but I never lost sight of her. Seeing her naked had quite the erotic effect on me.
I finally saw her chest start to heave. Mine was aching as well. Then she started pulling for the surface before either one of us could touch the muddy bottom.
I followed her up, noticing how much harder it was to get back to the surface on empty lungs. The pressure lessened as the water lightened up. We went up at about the same speed, slowly chasing the air we’d exhaled.
I tried to time it so we would burst up at about the same moment. We came up panting loudly for breath. I checked the time and told her it had been close to 1:30. She seemed quite happy about that.
“Going down and masturbating is very arousing, Robert. I’m glad you’re out here showing me how and giving me pointers.”
“Oh, I think you’ve pretty much figured it all out for yourself, Karen.”
“How about we try a little kissing?”
“Kissing?”
“How long can we hold our breath while kissing each other? You wouldn’t mind trying that with me; would you, Robert?”
“I, uh… well, I…”
“I mean, I can see you pretty well with those sexy green speedos you’re wearing. But it would sure be a lot easier if we went down together in each other’s arms, wouldn’t it? You don’t mind, do you?”
“Well, I was just thinking about you and your, uh…”
“That would be sharing air; wouldn’t it, Robert? Don’t people sometimes share air when they get into trouble?”
“Yes, they do.” I was embarrassed again, and I could feel my conscience pricking me.
“You don’t mind doing it for my sake, do you? I mean… it’s just for practice, right?”
“Uh… ok.”
She got real close to me. I was definitely aroused… and more than a little uncomfortable. Then we both filled our lungs before slipping below the surface.
She climbed into my lap and held onto me as I grabbed her upper legs. Then she pressed her lips to mine. It did not help soften my bulge in the slightest.
At first, we drifted just below the surface. Then she released a few bubbles out of her nose. I released a few out of mine. It was enough for me to feel us start to drift downward.
Basically, she just pressed her lips to mine the entire time. She didn’t really do much of anything else. It seemed kind of innocent, and I felt ashamed assuming the worst in her.
We kept sinking lower as we embraced. Her naked body felt nice, warm and erotic. I could even feel her breasts pressed up against my chest.
It got colder the deeper we went. I felt the pressure as we slowly descended toward the bottom. But she never humped against me or anything, even though my bulge had to have been fairly obvious as it pressed up against her.
I tried to make damn sure I didn’t hump her or give off any indication this was anything other than a breathhold with our lips pressed together. I sure wanted to though. I really had to fight off the urge.
She maintained a tight embrace with me. An occasional bubble slipped out of her nose or mine. It was incredibly erotic, considering I actually had our attractive youth group leader naked in my lap while she was kissing me underwater.
I finally came in contact with mud. She let out a little grunt, making me think she was pleased we’d bottomed out. But we did not break our kiss.
I felt her lungs start to heave in her chest. She finally let go of me and began to surface on her own. I went up after her until we burst up together at the raft, panting loudly for breath.
We clung to it as she grinned at me. “We reached the bottom on that one, didn’t we? We were going down and then we came to a stop.”
I nodded, “We sure did.”
“That was a decent one, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Then I remembered to check my watch.
“How was our time?”
I told her we’d been down over 1:40. But I didn’t tell her I wasn’t sure if kissing and hugging had made it any easier to do a combined breathhold.
“I didn’t get a very good breath that time. Can we try it again, Robert?”
I was astonished. “Are you sure? You really didn’t get a very good breath?? You did real well for not getting a good breath.”
“You’re sweet to say that. But could we try it again?”
“Sure; why not?”
We filled our lungs and submerged. I tried to check my watch once we had gone under. Then she surprised me by embracing me so tightly that she had literally climbed into my lap while wrapping her legs around me.
We released just enough air to begin a slow descent downward. This time, she began to kiss me a little harder. Her mouth opened as her tongue came out, forcing my lips apart until she was licking my teeth.
My cock stiffened noticeably. This time, Mrs. Walker humped me a little. I instinctively humped her back before I could catch myself.
She groaned into my mouth as her tongue probed deeper. She really ground against my bulge, causing me to hump her back. It was so arousing that I could hardly make out that little warning voice in the back of my head.
It got colder and darker as we drifted deeper. It sure seemed like we were a long way down before I touched the muddy bottom. She just continued to hump me as she violated my mouth with her tongue.
She groaned as I gave her ass an “accidental” squeeze. Then I did it again. She groaned once more as she kissed me deeply. That’s when she really humped my bulge.
She kept her arms wrapped tightly around me like an octopus. Then her lungs heaved in her chest. She broke away and made a mad dash back for the surface.
I followed her up until we burst up together at the raft. I instinctively apologized, wondering if it had been my fault. Besides, I still had that incident with her daughter in the back of my mind.
“Oh no, Robert,” she replied with a shake of her head as she sputtered a little. “Not your fault at all. I was enjoying it so much that I kind of forgot we needed to breathe.”
My conscience got me to ask, “Ready to take a break?” I know it sure would have helped me get my erection back under control.
“Not yet, Robert. I was kind of hoping you’d take off those speedos so I could watch your masturbation method.”
“You were?” I almost blushed again.
“I just want to go back down and hold our breath while we masturbate together. That’s ok with you; isn’t it, Robert? Can’t we just watch each other? I think that would be great!”
I figured watching would be “safer” than any further intimate contact. So I told her, “Uh… sure, Karen. We, uh… we can do that.”
She saw how hesitant I’d become. She chuckled as she gave me a dismissive wave. “Now don’t go all shy on me, Robert. I’ve already seen it; remember? We’re just going down naked together to watch each other masturbate is all.”
I nodded as I pulled down my speedos and threw them on top of the raft. My cock was at full erection, gloriously exposed. I’m sure she saw it. But thankfully, she did not point it out or even make mention of it.
“Ready to go down again? You’ll time us; won’t you, Robert?”
“Of course I will.”
We both inhaled before sculling part way down, no more than two or three feet away from each other. She immediately began touching herself as I stroked my meat. She really seemed enthusiastic, which helped me relax until I’d lost most of my inhibitions.
I watched her thrust a couple of fingers into her slit. She really fucked herself as she lost more of her breath. She was drifting downward, and I stroked a little harder out of excitement at watching what she was doing.
I lost just enough air that I descended right along with her. She suddenly cried out a burst of bubbles, stiffening around the fingers inside her. It took a couple of seconds before she smiled. Then she began heading for the surface.
I followed her up until we burst up gasping for breath. “I think I came that time, Robert! That was incredible! Is that what it’s like… the pressure and aching lungs finally setting you off?”
“Something like that,” I replied with a sheepish smile.
“Have you cum yet?”
“Uh… not yet.”
“Can I help you?”
I really wanted her to. But this time, my conscience finally got through to me. “Oh no, Mrs. Walker… er, uh… Karen. I’m fine.”
“No–no, silly. I just want to hump you while we kiss is all. That should work; shouldn’t it? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you or anything.”
I didn’t want to offend her. So I told her, “Oh, uh… yeah, that would probably work.”
I strongly suspected it wouldn’t take much effort on her part. I was sure I was going to shoot my load against her before we even got halfway down.
“Time us, Robert. I want to see how long I can hold my breath while kissing you.”
“Ok.”
I checked my watch. Then we both inhaled deeply before slipping under the surface. She tightly embraced me, wrapping her legs around me as she started kissing me deeply.
Bubbles trickled out of our noses until we lost our natural buoyancy. Then we started to drift downward. But she hadn’t started humping me just yet.
I wasn’t sure what was going on. Maybe she wanted to wait until we bottomed out before she helped make me cum toward the very end of our breathhold. Besides, once I release, I usually like to head right back up to the surface.
I panicked when she shifted her position. My cock ended up underneath her instead of up against her. Then she started rubbing it against the crack of her ass.
We kept drifting downward, wrapped up in a tight embrace as bubbles trickled out of our noses. I could feel her tongue in my mouth again. She rubbed against my erection, but that was about it.
She seemed to shift her position again. But my cock remained beneath her instead of up against her. It was getting cool and murky; we had to be close to the bottom.
I finally touched mud with my feet. I grunted into her mouth as we continued the passionate kiss. Then she seemed to shift her position again.
Something unexpected happened, because my cock was no longer exposed to lake water. It was somewhere warm and tight. Something was clenching around my shaft. That’s when I realized what had happened.
My first inclination was to disengage. But she embraced me tighter as she began riding me. She grunted and groaned into my mouth as I grunted and groaned back into hers.
It was way too late to try to prevent anything now. I was already inside her… and it felt incredible! But I could tell I would need air soon.
Instinctively, I pushed off the bottom. Then I let go of her with my arms and began pulling upward. She just kept riding me as she remained impaled on my shaft.
We didn’t get very far before I quit swimming us upward. We were drifting weightlessly, slowly descending again. Then she kissed me fiercely as she bounced up and down on my shaft.
The coolness and pressure at the depth of the lake added to my straining lungs. That’s when I felt it swell within me. I wanted to warn her, but by then, it was much too late.
I cried out as I began spurting inside her. She bubbled and groaned into my mouth as she clenched tightly. She kept grinding against me, clenching as though she was trying to milk every last drop out of me.
I suddenly pulled away from her lips as I tried pulling us back to the surface, air spewing out of my mouth. For the moment, she just clung to me as though she didn’t have the strength to let go. The look on her face told me she sure was satisfied about something.
I had to work hard, but it finally did get lighter and warmer. Eventually, she let go and climbed off. Then she swam upward with me.
We both burst up until our heads emerged up at the surface. We panted like crazy as we both swam over to the raft.
It felt incredible while we were in the middle of the action. But I immediately felt regret once the moment had passed. I think someone once called it “post-nut clarity”. I know I’d certainly experienced it with her daughter.
“That was gawd-damn incredible!” she panted. “My gawd; that was good!”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. I didn’t mean to…”
“Oh, don’t apologize, Robert. That was entirely my fault. I must have slipped or something. You did the only thing a young man is supposed to do in a situation like that. I certainly won’t hold it against you.”
She panted heavily as she struggled to get her breath back. “My gawd, Robert! Is that what it feels like to cum at the bottom of the lake? I was all out of breath… and for a minute, I thought I was going to drown. But I didn’t want to stop. Forgive me, Robert; but I didn’t want to stop!”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. It was all my—”
She cut me off as she asked, “Do you forgive me, Robert?”
“Of course I do.”
She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. “Gawd damn; that was good! Fuck!”
I don’t know why I winced at her language. What we’d done at the bottom of the lake was far worse than her obscenities. Then I heard a familiar female voice call out from shore, “Mom, aren’t you supposed to be at a meeting with Van Ostrum?”
We both turned to look toward the shore. Carly was standing there with her hands on her hips. My face instantly went several shades of red…
2022 (written Nov 13 ’22 by riwa. My thanks to JustPaul for the inspired renders.)