The Lazy River a.k.a. "Fuck Me Under This Bucket" [MMF] | 2016

Preface: I'm about 153 pounds and 6'0" -- a skinny caucasian guy. And, yes, the following is a true story. It involves a giant bucket, a horny resort security guard, a friend who was (and still is) fearless, and... fucking.

Despite being surrounded by a lake and a forest, my eyes had been fixated on Renee's body all throughout the hot summer day.

Renee was, in the best and most frustrating sense of the word, a complete tease. All throughout the sweltering Texas afternoon, she laid out wearing only a painfully skimpy black swimsuit, which was adorned with glittery gold trim. Renee had perfected the kind of body language that could disarm any man, as well as the art of suggestive tones that accompanied her words. She had a model's confidence, the kind that came with being no stranger to the camera. Her slender fingers and toes wore a fresh black manicure, and a floral half-sleeve on her arm stood in stark contrast to the nearby half-finished outline of a dagger.

I met Renee at a show earlier that year, and I'd quickly learned that she had a taste for fine things. It came as no surprise that she wanted to spend the evening at a resort. We arrived just as the sun disappeared behind the tall pine trees, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange. A valet opened my car door, and I handed the key to him as we stepped out. The hotel had just been renovated. As we walked through the lobby, I admired the high contemporary style, occasionally catching a whiff of the fresh paint. I looked through a glass chess set and a miniature model of the resort toward a new sushi restaurant that sat off to the side of the lounge.

A petite front desk clerk looked up at us from behind the counter. "You're all set," she said, handing me a grey sleeve with a neatly embossed logo. Two black room keys stuck out of the pocket. Renee and I walked to the elevators, stepping inside and laughing as a soothing female voice announced our arrival on each floor that led to ours. As we walked to the room, I pulled my key out of the sleeve, tapping it against the door. The lock whirred mechanically, chiming pleasantly as it greeted us.

Our suite was surprisingly opulent. We stepped past the living room to explore the bedroom, which led to a large balcony that overlooked the lake. As I looked through the window, I could see the silhouettes of distant trees, as well as the red and green navigation lights that speckled the water. My eyes turned to Renee as she laid on top of the lightly starched, white linens with the lights dimmed. Although this wasn't the first time we stayed at a hotel together, something felt different about it.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said, stepping into the bathroom and leaving the door very slightly ajar. I slid off my underwear, making no effort to hide my swollen cock. I stood naked in the shower, waiting for the hot water that would wash away all the lake water and sweat. Steam began to rise from the floor, and I lathered up, suddenly pausing with the realization that I was touching my cock.

My mind immediately turned to the tan lines on Renee's athletic ass, which her swimsuit just barely hid from my eager eyes. Fuck it, I thought, taking my cock in my hand and stroking myself. I sighed as I thought of Renee's svelte body bent over in front of me, her soft hands pressed against the shower glass while she bit her lip. I imagined how it would feel to hear Renee begging me to fuck her deeper. After hiding my arousal all day, it didn't take long for me to come so hard that I felt my knees buckle.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed her silhouette walking by the shower, which had completely fogged up. I wondered how obvious it had been, and even fantasized about her joining me. "You wanna go downstairs?" she asked from the adjoining bedroom, startling me slightly. "They have a lazy river here."

"Sure," I said to myself. I couldn't help the sexual frustration that I felt, although it was accompanied by a tinge of guilt. I wanted Renee in that shower, her cum leaking out all over me. I didn't really want to go downstairs.

The resort had obviously spared no expense on their lazy river, which was abandoned during the week. Although most of the lights weren't on, the underwater projectors still danced blue and green. I felt Renee's dark denim shorts against my skin as she pinched my ear softly with her teeth. "I liked what I saw in the bathroom," she whispered. I felt myself start to harden for her. "But, if you want it, it's going to happen my way."

She smiled devilishly, biting her bottom lip and pulling off her tight shirt, leaving just a tiny, lacy bra. She stepped down so that her feet entered the water, sliding her shorts down to her ankles, and then pulling them over her feet. They landed near me, and I followed her into the lazy river, my cock throbbing in my blue swim trunks as we stood next to each other.

I reached for her underwear, pulling them down slightly. Her hand stopped me. "No," she said, motioning a little bit under the water. "To the side."

I did as I was told. Renee didn't hesitate, either. She reached down, pulling my cock through the front of my swim trunks. I felt her slender fingers as they gripped and massaged my swollen head underwater, her body growing closer to mine as she rubbed it against the front of her shaved, pink pussy.

"Fuck me," she said.

"Won't it hurt?" I asked her.

"I want it to hurt," she said, my cock spreading her lips. I felt her warm come, which slowly faded as the cool water replaced it with each deep thrust.

"Make it hurt, babe," she begged. "Fuck that pussy!"

Renee moaned as the water splashed around us, our bodies entangled for the first time. I stood up, Renee's legs and feet wrapped around my back as her body rested on my hard cock. Her head rolled back, and I felt her twitching rhythmically as she came on me. I was already about to lose it as she hopped off in the water, massaging me eagerly until I released.

We stood in the water, staring at each other. "Fuck," said Renee, looking at me. Her eyes drifted upward. I was enamored until I realized that her gaze was fixed on a beam of light. We had just been caught.

The narrow beam of light followed Renee's slender figure as she stepped tentatively out of the pool. She stood before the security guard, occasionally shivering in the humid night air. A long shadow fell over the glowing pool.

"How long have you been watching us?" she asked intently. His slender blue polo shirt revealed the subtle outline of his toned arms. It was complemented by a pair of standard-issue khaki pants, which completed his conservative uniform.

"A while," he said. The security guard motioned to the corner of the paper sleeve that sat partially exposed underneath Renee's shorts. "I know you're both guests," he continued. "I didn't come down to bother you. Are you having a good stay?"

"We were," she told him.

"You should know we have CCTV cameras all over the place," he said.

Renee stepped forward until she was close enough that he could feel her breath on him. I lingered closer to the steps, unsure of what would happen. My eyes widened as Renee unclipped her lacy bra. She straightened her body as it landed squarely on her feet. The security guard admired Renee's petite tits, whose pink nipples were already swollen. My eyes were drawn to her silver nipple rings.

"Well," asked Renee, "do you like what you see?"

He nodded without hesitation. Renee moaned fervidly as he wrapped his tongue around her tits, her hand brushing against the bulge that had grown readily evident in his khaki pants. His breathing grew shallow as she reached inside and slowly stroked his cock.

"Watch us," she commanded. He nodded again, more eagerly than before.

Renee was topless as she ran toward a massive yellow bucket, which was a fixture of the lazy river. She stood underneath the bucket as it filled, eventually toppling underneath the weight of the water. Renee made no effort to hide her laughter as a wall of water completely drenched her. "Come fuck me under this bucket!" she shouted, shaking it off.

There was no hesitation on my part. Renee leaned slightly against a pole, enticing me with the curves of her slender legs. I grazed her ass with my hands, forcefully pulling her wet panties down to her ankles. We both let out a gasp as I entered her on the very first thrust.

Renee slid rhythmically up and down my swollen cock, the light from the projectors still dancing over our silhouettes. Her pussy lingered over me, gushing and tempting me until I couldn't resist forcing myself all the way inside her. I reached around to rub her slippery clit, pooling Renee's cum on my fingers.

She glanced over at the security guard as I continued to cover myself in her. He stared intensely at Renee's face, eagerly rubbing his own cock. My hand landed on her ass with a sharp crack. She moaned and backed herself up on my cock, which I felt grow more swollen as it was lost in a sea of her cum.

"Fuck the bad girl out of me," she begged, laughing seductively as another bucket full of water washed over us. I knew that would never be possible, even in my trance. Renee bent over further so that her ass was entirely on display. I looked down at her stretched legs.

By that point, I was completely unaware of my surroundings, my gaze fixed on her perfect curves, watching as my cock disappeared into her warmth. I needed to feel her cool skin against mine, thrusting so that my cock slid against the slippery trail of cum that led inside her. I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up against me. Renee tightened and twitched as I released inside of her, both of us gasping while we continued to fuck, feeling the warmth of our cum as it combined.

After a little while, we began to relax, exchanging a perplexed look upon realizing that the security guard had disappeared. Renee held her shorts, smiling mischievously while looking back at me in my swim trunks. We put our clothes back on, stepping back into the air conditioned elevator with chattering teeth.

The two of us walked briskly down the cold hallway, slowing as we began to approach our room. Both of us looked down and smiled at the bottle of red wine that was carefully positioned in front of our door.