Nudists and a Drunk Hedgehog
Summer. The end of June. Heat. We went fishing. That's what we call it. We just sometimes go out to relax by the river with an overnight stay. We got to the spot around eight in the evening. While doing this and that, we unpacked, set up the tent, went for firewood to the nearest little forest. One friend, he was alone, me with my girlfriend and another couple. So, our lonely friend wanted to get drunk, well, he couldn't wait to start boozing faster.
While we were going for firewood, to fell a couple of fir trees, joking of course, the fir trees had fallen before us, we just picked them up and dragged them. And this friend, the friend stayed to set up the camp and as they say "he who wants to, will get drunk" managed...
, to drink quietly, started without us, and then, he pours and pours, meaning one after another. Everyone drank too, of course, but not at that pace. And he pours and, without waiting for anyone, pours. Meanwhile, we chopped the fir trees into short logs. Lit a small fire. Poured some water into the pot, chopped the potatoes very finely and threw them in, hung it over the fire, to cook fish soup. And we are fishermen only in name, but not by vocation, and our fish soup is only in name. I.e., from canned fish, plus some packet of soup. To each their own, but I like it, especially in the fresh air with a light smoky smell...Fog over the river. The opposite bank is visible, but the water is not, a blanket in the lowland right over the water, about two meters thick, white white and dense like cotton wool. We spread out in pairs about ten to fifteen meters apart. Got undressed completely, of course, well, like nudists. The ground had cooled, it's a bit cold to step on the wet sand with bare feet. Our feet had already slightly adapted and the water after that seemed very warm. Plunging in is completely easy and pleasant. Swimming. Swimming. Swimming. More precisely, doing tra-ta-ta. We, at least, immediately got busy with that. Why wait, actually, what did we come for. We lay down by the shore, great... , no difference is felt in the water or out of it, in the water it's even more comfortable. We did it, tra-ta-ta in the natural position, i.e., me on top. And then we swapped places in parts. She sat on me, we didn't do anything, she just sat on top half-sitting-half-lying, only our heads and her back and butt were sticking out of the water. From the side, it might have seemed like we were busy with that thing. To someone, it seemed that way.
Just our lonely drinker-pourer woke up and came. In the fog, visibility is 2, 3 meters maximum and a feeling of complete seclusion and unreality, such silence that you can hear the deaf-bubbling movements of water. The drinker sneaked up unnoticed! He was walking on the sand, you couldn't hear him at all and couldn't see him. He stumbled upon us by accident, and with irritation blurted out "ah, f...ck... , without me..." He was clearly still drunk as he went into the water knee-deep in clothes and shoes. We jokingly said to him "join in... , there's enough room..." It sounded ambiguous, but I was only offering swimming, but someone understood it differently. The drunken hedgehog didn't even pay attention to that, all that interested him was whether there was anything left to drink. Finding out where the leftovers were, just as silently as he appeared, the drunken hedgehog dissolved into the fog. We laughed and forgot about him.
We called out to the second couple. We can hear each other somewhere nearby, but can't see. Judging by the sound, they responded very close. We swam in the direction of the sound. I was walking-crawling on the bottom on all fours, and she, hugging my neck, was riding-swimming on me. We stopped near them, but only outlines are visible, nothing more. We're lying in the shallows... , chatting... , don't want to get out at all. The water is so pleasant... , relaxation... , and especially when the current suddenly brings a warmer stream. We're blissing out... , swimming... , hugging... , against each other's naked bodies. Each with their own, and what did you think))). I liked it, in the water wet and smooth, bliss... I purposely swam and pressed so that more, longer, her would touch that place below the stomach. And she just lies there, legs apart. As far as my range allowed, on arms braced against the bottom, I swim up and down, up and down, pressing, rubbing my body against the crotch brrmmm... bremmm... ,bremmm... bremmm...
... We ripened for the "second time," here already not in a hurry, with feeling, sense, arrangement. I'm sitting on the bottom, only my head out of the water, she's on me, hugging-pressing, wrapping her legs around my waist tra-ta-ta little kisses, etc. I hear the neighboring couple seems to be busy with the same thing, just from their conversation it seemed that way to me, not in the sense that they were talking about it, but by how they were talking, voice, intonation. In this form, busy with this thing, we waited for sunrise. The sun just came out, the fog instantly began to dissipate. And somehow we wanted to sleep, went to get dressed and sleepies. That's how we rested.