Moonlit Touch at the Nude Wedding

The smell of sun-warmed sea and spilled champagne hit my nostrils the second I waded into the warm lagoon water. My eyes locked onto her immediately—a slender woman with wet hair, standing waist-deep a little further out. Her skin gleamed in the moonlight, nipples already hard from the night air, thighs slightly parted like she was waiting for something. I felt my cock start to swell right there in the water, and I couldn't look away.

My friend's wedding was happening on a private nude beach by an old villa. The guests, all naked, had drifted into the warm water or sprawled on soft mats under the palms. Music played low, almost muffled, blending with the lapping waves. I was here as a dive instructor—the maid of honor had brought me in to shoot an underwater photo session tomorrow. And her… she turned out to be that same tourist I'd taught to dive two weeks ago.

"Max?" Her voice came out low, husky. "Didn't expect to run into you here… naked."

"Anna," I said, moving closer. The water slid around my hips, and my cock was already nearly fully hard, barely hidden beneath the surface. "You look incredible without the wetsuit. Even better than in neoprene."

She laughed softly, but her eyes held the same tension I felt. We stood half a meter apart. Her chest rose faster, nipples dark and tight. I reached out, pretending to tuck a strand of hair behind her shoulder, and my fingers grazed her collarbone. Her skin was hot despite the water. Anna shivered but didn't pull away.

"Was that… an accident?" she whispered, holding my gaze.

"Not anymore," I said, voice rough. My fingers slid lower, over her wet breast, traced one nipple. She bit her lip, and a soft moan escaped her. Water splashed around us, guests' laughter drifted from far away, but here in this corner of the lagoon, we were almost alone. The muffled sounds of waves and distant music only made it feel more secret.

Anna stepped closer. Her hand landed on my chest, slid slowly down my stomach, and wrapped around my hard cock underwater. Her fingers closed tight, and she began moving her palm up and down, feeling it pulse.

"God, you're so hot…" she breathed. "Even during the dive lessons, I noticed how you looked at me. Thought I was imagining it…"

"You weren't." I leaned in, kissing her neck. My hands found her firm ass, squeezed her cheeks, pulled her close. Our kiss was deep, wet, tongues tangling. Water lapped quietly between our bodies.

We waded into the shallows where the waves barely reached our knees. Anna turned her back to me, bracing her hands on a big warm rock at the water's edge. Her legs spread slightly, ass cheeks parted, revealing a slick, wet slit. I moved in behind her, running my palm down her spine, feeling her tremble.

"I want you here… slow," I whispered in her ear.

"Yes… take me, Max. Right now," she said, voice shaking with need.

I gripped my cock and dragged the head through her soaked pussy, spreading her folds. She was already dripping, hot. Slowly, inch by inch, I pushed inside her. Anna let out a quiet moan, arching her back. Her inner muscles clenched around me, tight and warm. I started moving unhurriedly, deep, feeling every millimeter of her cunt. The water splashed in rhythm with our movements, muffling the sounds.

"Oh… deeper… just like that," she whispered, pushing back against me. "Your cock is so thick… fills me up completely…"

I gripped her hips, picking up the pace slightly, but still slow, savoring every thrust. My balls slapped against her clit. Anna began to tremble, her breathing ragged. I reached around, found her swollen clit with my fingers, and started circling it gently, never stopping the deep strokes into her hot pussy.

"I'm close… don't stop…" she gasped.

Her body tensed, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock, and Anna came first—quietly but fiercely, her legs shaking, ripples spreading across the water around us. I kept thrusting, stretching out her orgasm, until I felt my own cum rising. With one last deep push, I unloaded inside her—hot, thick, flooding her cunt. We froze, panting, pressed together.

The night felt even warmer around us. We slipped back into the water, washing away the evidence, smiling at each other. The guests were still partying in the distance, oblivious.

In the morning, we met on the villa terrace. The smell of fresh coffee mixed with the sea air. Anna sat in a light robe that barely covered her thighs. I poured us both a cup, our eyes catching each other's again and again. The fire from last night still burned in her gaze, and my hand instinctively found her knee under the table. We both knew—this was just the beginning.