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.