Underwater Shoot

I was sitting on the porch of my lake house checking the GoPro when she came out of the shower wearing nothing but a short towel. Water still glistened on her shoulders. Lena. A tourist who'd come for a week "just to see nature." For four days she'd been hanging around, asking about diving, and blushing every time I made a joke about wet wetsuits.

"Max, can you... shoot a video?" she blurted, stopping in the doorway. Her voice was a little husky from the shower.

I raised an eyebrow and set the camera down. "What kind of video? Me teaching you to dive?"

"Not exactly..." She bit her lip and smiled in a way that sent heat straight to my cock. "I've been dreaming... about having someone film me... you know... coming. For real. And making it beautiful. With water. With the lake. With you."

I almost dropped the tripod. She stood there shifting from foot to foot, the towel barely staying put on her tits. Her eyes sparkled—part shyness, part wild hunger.

"You're serious?" I stood and stepped closer. She smelled like my shower gel, plus something sweet that was all her.

"Absolutely. I've been quiet for four days. I figured you'd think I'm some kind of pervert. But today... whatever. Let's do it before I chicken out."

I laughed, ran my finger along her wet collarbone. "Lena, if you're a pervert, then I'm the head pervert of this lake. Fine. But we do this my way. Everything consensual. You say 'stop' and I shut it down. Deal?"

"Deal," she breathed, and then the towel hit the porch floor.

Her body was incredible: tanned shoulders, heavy breasts with dark nipples already tight from the cool evening air. Between her legs, a neat strip of hair, glistening wet—and not just from the shower.

I switched on the camera and set it on the tripod so the frame caught the wide bed by the window, the lake behind it, and both of us.

"Lie down. Show me how you touch yourself when you're alone."

She lay back, spread her legs, and her fingers went straight down, spreading her slick pussy lips. The camera hummed quietly.

"Oh... fuck, I'm already dripping," she whispered, staring right into the lens. "Watch, Max... you see how shiny it is?"

"I see it." I walked over and pulled my shirt off. "That's beautiful as hell. Keep going. Slower."

Lena moaned as two fingers pushed inside her. The wet sound made me rock hard in seconds. She started grinding her hips, her other hand squeezing her breast, twisting her nipple.

"Max... come here. I want your tongue... while the camera's rolling."

I dropped between her thighs, inhaled the smell of a turned-on woman, and dragged my tongue the whole length of her hot pussy. She arched up and fisted my hair.

"Yes... just like that... deeper, please... oh fuck, that's so good..."

I ate her out greedily, loudly, not caring about the noise. Spit and her juice all mixed together. The camera caught every shiver of her stomach, every little sob.

"I want you inside me," she gasped when I'd nearly got her to the edge. "Film yourself fucking me... please."

I stood and pulled off my shorts. My cock sprung out, heavy, the head wet. Lena raised herself onto her elbows and stared at it with a predatory grin.

"Wow. Even bigger than I imagined when I was jerking off to you in the shower yesterday."

"Really?" I laughed, but my voice was already shot.

"Really. Come on. Doggy style. I want the lake behind us."

She turned over, got on all fours, and arched her back. I shifted the camera to the side for the perfect angle. Then I slid the head of my cock along her soaked slit and pushed in slowly.

"Whoa... so fucking tight," I grunted.

"Deeper, Max... don't hold back." She shoved backward, taking me all the way to the hilt.

I started thrusting. Slow at first, then harder. The room filled with skin slapping skin, her moans, my heavy breathing. I grabbed a fistful of her hair—not hard, just enough to feel it.

"Film... me coming... now..." She was already shaking.

I reached out and turned on the second camera on my phone—close-up on her face. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open.

"I... I'm gonna... Max, don't stop!"

She screamed, her whole body clenching around me, and hot liquid sprayed across my thighs. Squirting. Real, full-on squirting. The sheet under her soaked instantly. I kept pounding until she went limp, whimpering.

"Now me," I growled, pulling out and standing over her.

Lena rolled over, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. Her eyes locked on the camera.

"Cum on me... I want it all... show me how much..."

I jacked off fast, watching her wet face, her ruined hair, the finger-marks on her hips. Thick hot ropes of cum splashed onto her tongue, her cheek, her tits. She caught it, swallowed, and smiled.

"Mmm... tasty instructor," she giggled, licking her lips.

I turned off the cameras and collapsed beside her. We both lay there gasping. She burrowed her nose into my shoulder.

"That was... fucking amazing. When do we watch the edit?"

"Tomorrow. But tonight..." I ran my hand along her sweat-slick back, "let's do another take. No camera. Just for us."

Lena let out a low, satisfied laugh and climbed on top of me.

"Fine. But only if you teach me how to hold the GoPro underwater afterward. I want to shoot the next video right in the lake."

"Deal." I kissed her lips, still salty from my cum. "You're my favorite tourist."