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She bit her lip and glanced in my direction, wondering if anyone was behind the wheel. The Mustang had dark windows, so it was impossible to see inside from that distance, but I flinched in concern that she’d recognize me and slumped down in my seat.

Her attention was diverted by her phone, scrolling mindlessly as she tucked strands of brown hair behind her ear, and my hand found my crotch pressed hard against my zipper. I rubbed over my jeans until I was hard as fuck, before unzipping and shoving my hand inside my jeans and jacking off, watching her.

A gush of wind flooded the bus shelter, blowing her hair into her face and she giggled while taking her glasses off to reorganize that thick brown curtain. My mouth parted, and I licked my lower lip as my hand beat hard, as if my life depended on it.

There were moments when Annika emerged, and I questioned whether I was hunting for my foster sister in her features so badly that I made myself see her in Riley Laws. Either way, this girl sitting in the bus shelter, prim and proper, a neat little package, smiling to herself, was someone I wanted to get close to, whether she was Annika or not.

The pace of my hand increased as the pressure built in my cock. Fabric brushed against my zipper, skin slapping against the skin while my eyes fixated on teeth, biting that lower, plump lip while adjusting her glasses, then sweeping back her hair.

My view was blocked by the bus pulling up, fuck, I was so engrossed in her and jacking off that I didn’t see it coming. It drove off in the opposite direction that I was parked in, and by the time I came, wiped the cum away, zipped up, and started the engine hot in pursuit of Riley Laws, the bus was out of sight.

8

TThe freshwater spring is on the city's edge, just before crossing the state border, and it is my little secret. It was not easy to find, as it’s in the heart of a wood, but I discovered it by chance when we moved here three years ago. So, this was where I came to get away from the noise of people and machines to empty my mind.

Stare at the sky, nap, then swim no matter the season and how cold the water is. All the world’s burdens seem to wash away when I stick my head under the crystal-clear water and swim to the rocky bottom. The colder the water, the better for killing off the black dog and stimulating endorphins.

A breeze picked up, rustling the leaves and carrying a whispering voice, and I bolted upright to scan the pool area. When no one was there, I lay back down again, placed my hands behind my head, and stared through the canopy of branches at the silver sky.

Coughing nearby urged me to sit up again. I had visited this place a hundred times, maybe more, and never once had another person been there, which was the perfect incentive to return.

Footsteps crashed through the forest floor a few feet behind me, and I cringed in disappointment as my moment of silence was about to be interrupted by chatty girls. The first girl emerged, gasped in awe at the clear water and waterfall, and took out her phone to snap a picture.

She chatted to herself the entire time, even when she dipped her hand into the water and screeched, “It’s so nice.”

I stretched my neck to see the other person she was talking to, but I quickly realized that she was alone. She looked like a geeky loner, so perhaps her friends were imaginary, but whether she was alone or not, she was ruining my peace. So I’d give her five minutes to fuss and shriek over the freshwater spring before I frightened her off.

Naturally, my mind started inventing ways to scare the shit out of her - I could creep behind her and roar or threaten to snap her neck, or if I were in the mood, I’d pretend to be a ghost shaking the trees and making owl-hooting sounds.

I snorted aloud, thinking about my devious plans, and she glanced in my direction, but I ducked down behind a bush before she could see. Precariously, she walked along the pool's edge but gazed into the trees, searching for something as I lay low. I didn’t care if she saw me, as I’d just tell her to fuck off, but it was more fun if she didn’t.

When she slipped her sneakers off to dip her feet into the pool, impatience gripped my chest. Great, she’s going to be here allfucking day dipping her toe and chatting to her invisible friend. I searched the forest floor for something to throw and found two stones under a large-leafed bush.

Turning back, armed with stones ready to throw into the spring to scare her off, I faltered. Naked skin greeted me, and suddenly, this visit by this weirdo chick got interesting. She had stripped her top off and unhooked her bra, showing me a smooth back and curvy waist, jutting out at the hips into a pretty hourglass.

A low groan escaped my gaping mouth as she dropped her shorts, and I held my breath as she gripped her panties and then slid them down her thighs. Toned little butt cheeks wiggled at me as she stepped into the water, shrieking at the cold striking her bare skin.

I licked my lip as she waded into the water up to her thighs, then butt cheeks disappeared to my disappointment, submerging in water up to her waist. Panting and bobbing up and down as her body adjusted to the temperature, she took a deep breath and dove into the water as her toned butt broke the surface before disappearing again.

Air bubbles rose and popped, followed by the odd kick and splash of water. Then, it turned quiet and still. Depending on how fit she was, the average person could only hold their breath underwater for a couple of minutes. That depended on her lung capacity and how practiced she was at holding her breath underwater.

When she failed to emerge after what seemed like several minutes, I slipped off my shoes, then pulled off my T-shirt, ready to jump in to save her.

But just as I stepped out, she resurfaced, exhaling a gush of air and catching her breath, and I stepped back into the undergrowth again. She swept her long, dark, wet hair back fromher eyes as I tried to get a good look at her face, but she dropped under the water again.

“Would she mind if I joined her?” She believed she was alone, naked and free, skinny dipping with all her heart's content like a trapped mermaid who finally found her freedom.

She resurfaced again under the waterfall, and I found my mouth gaping in awe as she tipped her head back and let the water caress her naked skin. Then she laid back, allowing her body to float weightlessly, tits poking up like two peach islands, smooth, glistening thighs while kicking her feet to make bubbles.

She lay like this for a few minutes and I wrestled with the urge to join her, until a ringtone sliced through the gentle sounds of nature. Shimmering wet and glowing bronzed skin, she climbed out as that perky ass moved, then bent over.

I slipped my T-shirt back on and knelt, carefully watching and listening. “Has something happened?” she answered the phone while hunting in her bag for something. Then, she pulled out a white towel and held it against her chest. “Oh? Okay. Sure. Um…I can…what is it about?”

The tension in her tone made me certain she wasn’t speaking to a boyfriend or family member but someone more official. From this angle, she looked about twenty-ish so that she might be a student at Gotland, and it could be a tutor she was talking to.

“Tuesday is fine,” her voice was strained and stressed, as if she were agreeing to something she didn’t want to do. I’ll see you then.”

Unfortunately, the tone of the escapade changed when a dark cloud of moodiness came over her, and instead of standing there naked for my selfish pleasure or returning to the pool, she dried herself down and slipped her clothes on.

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