When I turned back to find Danielle, I couldn’t see her. I scanned the water and then spotted just her head bobbing up and down quite far out. I watched her swimming for a few minutes then decided to beckon her back by turning on the vibrator again. However when I attempted to do so, I discovered the device was either out of range, not entirely waterproof or the battery was flat. I returned my phone to my pocket and retreated to the shade of a nearby tree while I waited on her to emerge – which was now going to be a sight to behold. Poor boys.
Sure enough, 5 minutes later I could see Danielle swimming back towards the shore. I retrieved the towel we had brought between us from my bag. As she got into shallower water Danielle had no choice but to stand up. Her torso emerged from the water, her now almost completely transparent top clinging to her skin revealing every curve of her hips, belly and breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible, erect under the soaked fabric. The water flowed off her hair and down her body as walked towards the dry land, dripping wet, her hips swaying as she moved over the soft sandy ground. The two boys from earlier were standing waist high in the water near where Danielle emerged and they tracked her movement, one of them peered over his shades, not blinking once. I considered running over to her with the towel, to protect her modesty, but I was actually enjoying the sight too much myself. Despite the fact I had seen her fully topless on countless ocassions, there was something uniquely hot about the wet t-shirt look. The way it almost-but-not-quite revealed her body, the sheen of the sunlight catching her wet form, it just looked so sexy.
As I followed her movements up the river bank Danielle did something quite surprising. As she stepped onto dry sand she lifted her water logged top up over her head and removed it so that she was now completely exposed, in full view of the small gathering of people in the vicinity. Unphased though, she rang her top out as she walked. I can only imagine how gutted the two boys must have felt to be standing in the river with only a view of Danielle’s back at this point. As she approached me she held out her hand for the towel and, knowing what it was like to be a teenage boy, I decided to throw them a bone(er).
“Turn around” I said to her
“Huh?” she replied, looking a little confused.
“Turn around” I repeated.
Danielle, with a slightly contemptuous look on her face, did as she was told and turned to face the water. The boys errupted with glee and I smiled. delaying a moment before wrapping the towel around Danielle’s shoulders.
“Uh thanks” Danielle replied, clearly unaware of what was going on.
Danielle dried herself off and then lay down on the sand, still topless, to soak up some sunshine. I managed to hang her top from a tree branch and it didn’t take long for the heat of the day to dry it out more or less. I went for a swim myself while Danielle enjoyed her new found freedom. I noted a couple of older female swimmers shaking their heads when they saw her, but nobody really challenged her. I was thankful because I honestly had no idea what the rules in Hungary were when it came to public indecency. For all I knew she was committing an heinous crime. The river was still quite cold so I didn’t swim for very long (although it did ensure there wasn’t too much movement in my trunks given Danielle’s earlier display). When I emerged, Danielle was re-applying sunscreen to her arms and chest. She pulled her only slightly damp top back on and after allowing my shorts to air dry for a few minutes, we departed. We had probably only been there for 30 minutes, but unless you were in the river it was unbearably hot even in the shade. The bus ride back again did little to help the matter and by the time we got back to the apartment we were probably both even hotter than when we left.
As soon as we entered the privacy of the apartment we both stripped off yet again and headed for a cold shower. Showering together in the cool water provided a welcome respite from the relentless heat and also afforded Danielle an opportunity to exact a little revenge for all the teasing I had been doing with the vibe (which was now recharging). She got down on her knees and began to stroke my cock until it was firm in her hand, then she took it in her mouth and proceeded to give some of the best head I think she’s ever given me. She sucked harder and faster than she ever had and her choreographed tongue movements stimulated my bell end as she went. Within only a minute or two I was readying my charge and well she knew it. Without warning, she stood up, took the showerhead and turned the dial to full cold, aiming the – albeit not as cold as it would have been a few days ago – cold water at my crotch denying me mercilously. There was a glint of joy in her eye as she did it too. Danielle got out of the shower and dried off, flooping face down on the bed and turning the AC on with the remote.
“It’s soooo hot!!” she complained
I followed her out and seeing her bum presented to me gave me an idea.
“You know how you liked being cooled down after the woods…” I asked tentatively, unsure if it had just been a matter of needs must “… want to try that again?”
Danielle thought about it for a moment.
“OK” she said.
I went to the kitchen and fetched the water bottle from the draining rack, filling it with cool, but not cold water. I returned to Danielle with the full bottle and suggested the bathtub might be a better location to try this out again rather than my bed. Danielle agreed and we returned to the ensuite where Danielle climbed in the tub and positioned herself on all fours.
“OK” she said, “fill me up!”
Spreading her cheeks, I spat into her crack and started stroking around her hole. At the same time I reached between her legs and found her clit to begin massaging too. Danielle enjoyed the stimulation I provided and soon began to moan in pleasure at the experience. When I guaged that she was sufficiently prepared, I took the bottle and just as I had a few days ago, inserted the mouthpiece into her lubricated sphincter. It was a little more difficult this time, as her ass had not been penetrated for a few days. However after a little wiggling I managed to press it inside. All the while I continued stroking her clit. As soon as I began to squeeze the liquid inside her, Danielle let out a moan. I wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it or not but I continued squeezing gently until the the entire 750ml bottle was emptied.
“How is it?” I asked her.
“It feels… a little cool but also a lot like I need to poop!” she answered… somewhat killing the vibe as I was definitely not into scat!
“It’s not that much” I said as I withdrew the bottle from her butt hole.
I refilled the bottle from the bath tap and repeated the process. This time Danielle began to groan and I had to use greater pressure to empty the bottle. I could see her belly visibly swelling and I placed my hand on it to rub it causing Danielle to complain.
“Ah… I feel so full… I’m not sure I can hold it in” she said as I withdrew the bottle to refill it again.
As I re-inserted the bottle for a third time, water began to dribble out of her clenched anus.
“Hey… I can’t have any more!” Danielle insisted.
I increased my stroking of her clit and ran my fingers between her labia, teasing the entrance to her pussy causing her to sigh and then breathe deeply as her attention was refocussed.
I squezzed the bottle once more allowing it to drain into her slowly as I worked her closer to orgasm. She was a tormented soul. The water filling her colon was causing her real discomfort, at the same time she had been edged to orgasm and denied so many times that day that she was desparate to achieve her climax and was trying to ignore the growing pain in her belly as I filled her with over 2 litres of water. Her swollen belly jiggled as the waves of pleasure radiated from her engorged and sensitive clit. I was waiting for the right moment and I knew it arrived when I could see her pussy starting to contract. I immediately withdrew my hand from her clit and taking hold of the bottle now with both hands, squeezed hard to empty the last remainig couple of hundred millilitres quickly into her.
Danielle let out a loud groan of frustration and pain.
“Hold it!” I commanded, smacking her ass with the palm of my hand as I pulled the bottle out of her ass hole. It relaxed momentarily and a little stream of water shot out, requiring me to quickly replace the bottle with my thumb before Danielle composed herself and clenched it shut again.
“I can’t hold it!” she pleaded
I rubbed her belly with my hand enjoying the facial expressions produced as I manipulated her brimming insides, sloshing the water around uncomfortably within her.
“OK, you better let it out then” I said, slowly withdrawing my thumb from her leaking asshole.
Danielle stood up and with great care and obvious discomfort climbed over the bath to sit doubled over on the toilet, clutching her bloated stomach. I heard the rushing of water as she released the torrent with a large sigh of relief. I listened as she dumped several loads of water, groaning in pain in between. It didn’t take long for her to empty herself fully and she did admit that she felt a little cooler now post enema.
We didn’t have long before it was time to head to the airport so we both reluctantly got dressed and packed our respective bags. Danielle put on a pair of black leggings and another thin white baggy top – this time with a bra underneath. I unfortunately had to don my uniform as I would be flying out later on that night. Dress trousers and a shirt are not pleasant in 35 degree heat, even if the shirt is short sleeved.
It was late afternoon when we arrived at the airport. I went through the normal security line with Danielle rather than using the crew lane. The vibrator was packed in my flight case and I was pretty anxious that the security team would want to inspect the contents, however in the end they didn’t show any interest. When we got to the other side, Danielle furtively took the fully recharged device from me and headed into the toilets, emerging with a mischievous look in her eyes. I didn’t immediately do anything with it though, we still had a couple of hours until her flight and I was going to make her wait for it. We hadn’t eaten much and as we enjoyed the cool, air-conditioned airport building I began to regain an appetite and realised how hungry I was. I suggested we head to one of the terminal restuarants to get some food. Danielle pointed to one she liked the look of and I followed, appreciating how her leggings tightly formed around her ass cheeks and how it wiggled as she walked. Our waitress let us *********** a table and I pointed to a booth near the back of the restuarant which was quiet. After taking a drinks order she left us to look at the menu. As Danielle peered over the menu, I took out my phone and started the vibrations between her legs. She immediately looked up and smiled as I tapped the slider on my screen to increase the intensity. In the hubbub of the airport there was no sound from the device. Danielle shifted in her seat as the pulses began to arouse her, trying to focus on the menu before her. I watched her for a minute or two and thought I could begin to see the faint indication of her nipples swelling beneath her clothing. Her face was definitely flushed.
