Laying Low (A "Teamwork" Story)

...By unspoken command, they set their packs on a sun-warmed rock near the edge and stripped down to their swimsuits. Matt sliced into the water in a shallow dive that barely skimmed the surface. He came up in the center, slinging his hair back and gasping for breath. Water lapped at his nipples, which meant it would be nearly over her head.

“Man, that’s cold.”

“Aw, geez, don’t tell me that.” She dared a toe touch and jerked back. “I think my nipples just went looking for my ribs and my crotch welded itself shut.”

Matt’s laughter echoed around them. “At least we’re in this together. My dick and balls are somewhere behind my belly-button.”

“My entrance won’t be as pretty as yours, but here goes.” Crouching low, Allie held her breath and pushed into the water. “Holy cow! Doesn’t Cousin Kui know any hot springs?”

“Swim with me. It’ll chase the chill away.”

They fell into an easy glide together, smooth strokes taking them back and forth across the water. Allie had to admit it was refreshing after the hike in. Here it felt like they were the only two people in the world—their own private oasis. Most guys she’d known would have felt the need to show off his swimming skills or, worse yet, decide they had to race one another. Allie hated both of those attention-getters, nothing was more of a turn-off.

But, as with everything else they’d done together, Matt made this fun, relaxing…bonding, if she dared think that word. He was confident enough in himself that he didn’t need to posture. He was a gentleman, yet didn’t smother her. She’d loved how they could do their own thing this morning. He wasn’t trying to imprint his identity on her. He was pretty much the perfect guy.

They stopped in the center of the pool. Matt found his footing and then wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her head above water.

Allie anchored her legs around his waist, her arms over his shoulders. “Are you real? You’re like a dream come true.”

Matt brushed a drop of water away from her forehead before it could fall in her eye. His cock hardened between them. “If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”

She could appreciate that feeling—personally and professionally. They kissed each other on a deep sigh, tongues mating. Matt fished his erection from his swim trunks, then nudged aside the crotch of her bikini bottoms and made them one. They stayed that way, kissing, caressing, content to be locked together. No rush. No worries. Just each other. Until the sound of voices drifted their way over the roar of the falls.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” he said.

“Suppose they’ll suspect what we’re doing under the water?”

“Let’s remove any doubt.”

One hand gripped her ass while the other wedged between them straight to her clit. He moved into shallower water, thrusting deeper into her cunt with each step. Allie gasped as his cock head nudged her womb. His thumb against her clit demanded she come. Once on more sure footing, he pounded into her like an engine on overdrive. She clutched his shoulders, holding on, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out at the pleasure as the voices got nearer and nearer. Her thighs quivered around his waist.

He walked them closer to the shore, out of the water. The air dusted a chill over her skin, stealing her focus away from her impending climax.

Allie buried her face in his neck. “I can’t, Matt. Come without me.”

“You can.” Clutching her to him, he knelt on a patch of grass behind the boulder where they’d placed their daypacks. “You will.” He yanked down her bottoms as far as they could go, and whacked the bare flesh. The sound of the waterfall absorbed the noise.

She gasped as warmth pooled to her crotch. He smacked the other cheek. She jerked her hips forward, then back for more. Matt obliged, quickly spanking one side of her ass and then the other. Her clit swelled against his thumb. She ground against it, screwing his rock-hard dick as deep as it could go...