“He’s probably already been here. It’s not too far from town and it would be fresh water.”
I wipe my hand off on my jean shorts and step over to the blanket.
“Are you hungry?” Teller asks and I nod.
He pulls out sandwiches, potato salad, chips, some cut up fruit, and of course, some fortune cookies as I continue to look around the area. The trees surround it, blocking it from view from any roads, and it doesn’t look like anyone lives around here. It’s probably state land.
“How are you liking Destiny Falls? What did you end up doing today?” Teller asks as we dig into the food.
I tell him about the dog park, vet, and going to the beach and he tells me about fixing up one of the exhibits at the Mystery Cabin and mowing the lawn.
“It doesn’t look like that big of a property, but it seems like there’s always something to do, huh?” I ask and Teller nods.
“Between the Mystery Cabin and the Pines Motel and Cabins, I’ve always got a long to do list.”
I help Teller pack up our trash and we sit together side by side, staring at the waterfall. No one else came out here and now that it’s starting to get dark, I doubt that anyone will.
The sun is starting to go down so Teller turns on the two lanterns that he brought and sets them on the edge of the blanket. Between them and the lightning bugs that are starting to come out, this space feels even more magical.
“My mom would have loved this place,” I murmur and Teller nods.
“She did.”
“She came here?” I ask, shocked. I keep forgetting that Teller met my mom when she came here last year.
“Yeah, last summer. I brought her and Stan out here. It was during the day, but she said it was her new favorite spot.”
I smile at that. I can see my mom hiking out here, taking one look at this place, and declaring it the eighth wonder of the world.
Thinking about my mom reminds me of her bucket list and as I stare at the calm blue water, I get an idea.
“You know, skinny dipping was on my mom’s bucket list for me.”
Teller’s eyebrows raise and then he gives me a grin.
“Right now?” he asks, and I nod.
“Are you in?” I ask, standing up and reaching for the hem of my shirt.
“Anything for you, Sutton.”
I laugh as I kick off my shoes and tug my shirt over my head. His words help distract me from being nervous about him seeing me naked for the first time. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before but I feel relaxed with Teller.
We race to pull off our clothes and then I’m laughing, the sound light and free in the empty clearing. It gets lost in the sound of the waterfall as we both run closer.
I start to have doubts as I get closer, wondering how cold the water is or if there’s fish or something in the water and I stop at the edge, worried about jumping in and freezing, but Teller doesn’t stop as quickly as me. He slams into my back and together we go tumbling into the water.
We both come up laughing and I splash him as I swim into the center of the small lake. Teller splashes me back and I duck under the water, swimming away from him. We splash and play in the water and there’s something so freeing about being naked in the water with him, the sun setting behind the tree line. I know that we’ll have to get out soon since the glow from the lanterns won’t be enough to see by soon.
Eventually we both swim closer to the waterfall, wanting to check it out. Teller swims up alongside me and points to where we can dip behind the falls. The sun is just starting to set, turning the sky a beautiful orange and pink color and giving us just enough light to see where we’re going.
It’s almost quieter behind the waterfall and I swim back, running my hands over the smooth rocks there. The water is cool on my skin and I turn around, smiling at Teller.
“Thank you for taking me here.”
He nods, his eyes locked on me.
Maybe it’s this place, or maybe it’s the look in his eyes, but I can feel myself falling for him. It’s like I was edging toward the edge of the cliff all this time. Every time he helped me out, I took another step closer. Every time he was there for me, looked out for me, or checked in on me, I took another step closer. Spending time with him, joking around and laughing with him. All of it has been bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
And now, it feels like I just jumped over the side, but somehow, I know that he’ll catch me.
Our limbs tangle in the water and instead of moving away, I move closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. One of his arms wraps around my waist while his legs and other arm keep us afloat.
My breathing is starting to come faster. I can feel his skin on mine and my nipples pebble as they rub against his chest. I look so pale compared to his tan skin and I feel so tiny, so delicate in his arms.
My eyes drop to his lips and that’s all the encouragement that Teller needs. Our lips meet and cling together as my hands tangle into his thick hair. His fingers tighten around my waist, the rough calluses turning me on as they brush against my skin.
He tastes like the watermelon that we ate with dinner and it instantly becomes my new favorite fruit. My hands move to his shoulders and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting to be closer to him.
We both moan as my core rubs along the length of his cock and I can’t help but rub my aching breasts against the small smattering of hair on his chest. I want his hands on me. I want his mouth on me.
The water laps at my breasts, then higher, and when it hits our chins, we pull apart, both of us sucking in air.
I unwrap myself from around him and start to tread water again. It’s a lot darker behind the waterfall now and I wonder how long we were making out for. I’m still so turned on, so when Teller grabs my hand and helps me out from behind the waterfall safely, I go willingly.
We’re still holding hands as we reach the shoreline. Teller turns to look at me, and I wonder what he’s thinking.
“Do you want to get out of the water first? I can turn around or close my eyes if you want some privacy,” he offers and I melt.
“Actually, I don’t want privacy.”
“What do you want?” he asks, his voice coming out husky as I stand from the water and walk up onshore.
“You,” I say simply and he hurries to follow me back over to the picnic blanket.
I’m not sure how to go about this, but I don’t feel scared, just a little nervous that I’ll let Teller down or won’t be good at it.
Teller steps into me, his hands wrapping around my waist as his head drops to mine. He kisses me gently, showing me that we’re in no rush, that I’m in good hands. That he’s got me.
My hands land on his shoulders and I cling to him as his mouth continues to move over mine. He takes control of my mouth, of my body, and I let him. I barely even notice when we start to move.
He lowers me down to the blanket, never breaking our kiss, and I moan as the soft blanket rubs against the skin of my back and he rubs against my front. He holds himself up on his hands, hovering just barely above me, and I can’t help but explore his body.
My hands run over his arms, over his back, and down to his ass. He nips at my bottom lip as I mold his butt in my hands and I giggle, enjoying the playful side of him.
He nudges my thighs open wider and kneels between them. His lips leave mine and he grabs my breasts in his large, rough hands and squeezes them. I moan, the sound raw and wild in the empty field.