Water Nymphs - Part 2

Another 10 minutes passed and the path began to flatten. After a corner it headed across a stout bridge over a rocky creek. Just before the span, I noticed a well worn track to the left, ending in a rough beach nest to the creek. Beyond, I could hear the cascade of water falling on stone. And the muffled sound of voices. We had found the bottom of the falls.

Before us, were scattered boulder and rocks, ranging from the size of a small car to a not-so small car. Carefully we picked our way over, across and past them. The effort and peril was rewarded by the sight of the lower rock-pool.

High above, water fell, scattering across the rocks on the far side of the pool. To our right a new course was being cut, but was long years from changing the direction of the Falls.

We both drank in the surroundings, the beauty was breathtaking. We also found the source of the voices, two girls and a guy sat perched on the rocks on the other side of the pool. All looked at us as though we had intruded.

Alice and I waved and simply took our place on a nearby rock, smoothed flat by years of falling water.

The others talked amongst themselves, which by-in-large we ignored, just drinking in the atmosphere surrounding us.

It was then, we spied a third girl, older than the others. She had emerged from a huge boulder in the middle of the pool.

“We’re going to head,” the male said, mumbling something about meeting up with people at the top of the falls. He began to make his way back across the boulder-field, the two younger women in tow.

“I’ll be there soon”, the swimmer promised, glancing in our direction, “you go ahead, leave a space in the car for me.”

She smiled, “You look hot, you should have a swim. The water is cool.”

We looked at each other and confessed that neither of us had brought swimmers. She reached the edge of the rock-pool, legs outstretched, she bobbed just below the surface. Every now and then, a bikini’ed arse-cheek broke the surface.

“Im about to leave,” she said and climbed out of the rock pool. As she did, her top fell loose, showing a well rounded breast and the hint of a hard nipple. Then pulled a towel out of her bag.

“You could skinny dip, if you’d like…not many people can find their way over the rocks to here… Promise I wont peak,” she laughed. “I’m Jess,” she called, as she disappeared from view and headed back towards the beach, following her friends.

“Just in case we ever meet again.”

I looked at Alice, a glint I’ve seem too often flashed in her eye, as did the smile on her lips. She stood on the large rock she had perched on and unbuttoned her skirt, letting it drop to the ground, her singlet following not long after. Using the route the other girl had used she gingerly slid into the water. Once deep enough, she too stretched out. Floating off, before turning around and paddling back.

“Are you coming in, or just going to sit there like a shag on a rock.”

“That depends,” I said.

“On what?”

“On whether you plan to have a shag on a rock,” I laughed, taking off my singlet, I lightly jumped from where I was to a low flat stone that lay just above the water. At the edge of the pool, I sat and Alice paddled over to me.

“How are those balls going.”

Still salty,” I replied.

“I’ll see shall I.”

Her hands slide up each leg of my shorts, meeting at the middle, my manhood was already hardening.

One of her hands gently weighed my balls, the other ringed the bottom of my shaft and then ran its way up to its head.

“So, What colour are those balls.”

“Sorta flesh coloured.”

“Mmmmm, Sure.” As she kept rolling them in her hands, gently tugging at them.

“Well, maybe, teal, possibly light aqua.” Alice gave me a stare and tightened her hand around her treasure.

“Really?” she asked, “ Think of your next answer very carefully”. As her grip again tightened.

“Definitely blue curious,” I said defiantly . Alice smile back and released them.

“Much better.” She said, and again slide her fingers up my hardened member, then reached up and undid the button of my shorts from the inside and worked open the zipper, exposing my manhood.

With a light kick she rose out of the water and in one motion her mouth opened and dropped neatly onto my cock. Descending the full length of my shaft, again her hand slightly tightened around my jewels, before raising up circling her tongue around the tip. Her eyes looked up and again she dropped down my shaft, not taking her eyes from mine. Her mouth bottomed out, not far from wholly engulfing me. Lingering and then again releasing me and once more running her tongue across the now very sensitive tip. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the wave of sensation I was sure to come.

I opened my eyes as Alice’s mouth popped off my cock, her hands released my balls. I looked down. Alice’s mouth hovered just above the head of my hardness. She had her head tilted to one side looking past the object of her attention.

I turned and follow Alice's gaze. There was the girl, standing atop a large rock, “Ooppssss”, she said, “I looked, my bad.” As her fingers slowly tugged at the draw string holding her bikini bottom together, which obediently fell away revealing a delightfully manicured pussy, a soft line of bush had been hidden by the cloth.

Both Alice and myself prefer to keep ourselves bare, but at the moment, this slightly furred cleft was the most attractive and sensual thing in the gouge. Another tug and our voyeur’s bikini top followed the way of the bottom. Confirming what I’d glimpsed before, her shapely breasts revealed themselves as did her hard nipples.

She lightly jumped from her perch to land behind me, her fingers touched one shoulders and lightly ran across to the other. I felt an illicit tingle.

“I mean, you’re cute,” she said her hand lifting and gliding across my cheek, as I looked up at her.

“But she is cuter.” Our new companion lightly dropped into the water and swimming to Alice drawing her into an embrace.

For a moment they held each other, weightless in the water. Alice staring into her companions eyes.

“Hello,” she breathed.

“Hello, replied Alice.

The word cut short by a long sensual kiss. I was forgotten, not that I minded. My hardness still remained, more so than before. I leant back and watched. The embrace seemed to tighten, both girls mouths were open, lips slid across each other, a tongue would gently explore and now and then a gentle bite would pull at the soft and kissing flesh.

Alice, eyes closed, lifted her head, exposing the delicate skin of her neck, her wet hair falling back. Jess released Alice’s lip from another lingering bite and with maddening slowness began planting kisses up the wet skin of her neck.

I stared on, knowing how Alice is aroused by such attention. Soon her ear was being nibbled and I heard the soft familiar moan escape her.

Now I was the voyeur. I had been dismissed out of hand, yet was still entranced as the girls played before me.

Jess stood, rising from the water, the ripples of the pool lapped at her stomach, Alice lowered her head, breaking Jess’s hold on her ear and then became her own path of kisses, her path drifting downward. One of her hands broke the surface of the water and caressed its way up her companion’s midriff and then ran the back of her fingers along the underside of Jess’s ripe breasts. Lightly lifting one and then the other. Jess’s nipple had yet to be anything by bullet hard.

Alice’s breast are beautiful, large and well rounded, her nipples only slight less pale than the surrounding skin. Jess’s however where a counterpoint, darker again against her tanned body. They stood proud and hard, the skin of her areola was wrinkled and puckered, almost straining to make her nipples even harder.

Each in turn was lovingly taken between Alice’s soft lips, kissed and nuzzled, she opened her mouth and I saw her teeth tenderly close on them, applying just enough pressure to draw a gasp from her, a rush of air escaped from Jess as she gripped the back of Alices head and held her on her breasts which Alice happily continued to pleasure.

Below the water, I could also see the flicker of happenings, my vision broken by the ripples of the water, never getting a clear picture of what was happening below the surface. Between the broken refracted images, the movement of Alice’s arm and the look on Jess’s face, I was left with little doubt as to what was transpiring.

Jess dropped slightly, almost involuntarily, I thought. She gripped the back of Alice’s head more firmly, holding her to her breast. Alice’s was now biting more than kissing her nipples, gently tugging at them with her teeth, pulling at them, stretching them.

Ripples surrounded her arm, leisurely undulation in the water had been replaced by urgent peaks almost cresting. I could imagine Alice working her companions pussy, the way I’d seen her many times before. My minds eye pictured her toying with Jess’s lower lips and circling her hard nub. Pushing against it with a gently but engaging pressure.

Again Jess seems to sag, a whisper escaped her throat, the sound whipped away by the rumble of the falling water. Again her mouth opened and again the pleasure was consumed by the water on the rocks. A third time, head back, mouth wide, in that moment the gorge fell silent and all that could be heard was a single gasp.

And Jess dropped fully back into the water. Her blue eyes locked on Alice’s, close, theY kissed again, but not the same as before. More tender, more passionate. For a moment they just sat with only their heads above the water.

Jess broke the spell, turning to me.

“Are you using all of that rock,” she asked. I shrugged and indicated it was hers to do with as she pleased. Taking up position on a nearby one and trying to again get as comfortable as one can get on a piece of wet stone with a raging hard on.