Whenever you walk down into the natural springs of Florida, you can feel a change in the air. The air feels a little cooler, you can breathe better, and you can relax. Negative-ion-changed air is the scientific explanation. The woo-woo term is ley line vortex vibes.

The water is chilly and crystal clear at 74 degrees, invigorating you on a hot summer day.

What I'm trying to say is it's a feel-good place: you can take your clothes off, take a deep breath, and you can calm down and relax with a smile on your face.

I think this spring is the perfect place to take your date. It's relaxing and low-cost, almost intoxicating, and a built-in excuse to show off your suntan.

Many a baby has been conceived on a blanket on the ground under the stars in my local spring. Friday night skinny-dipping parties are a tradition and seldom get shut down. Folks still come here to fuck in the winter months; they just stay in their trucks.

This Friday night was no exception, and the weather was cooperating for a change; the soft summer breeze blew through the Spanish moss-covered live oak trees, providing a respite from the relentless insect population. A full moon was rising; it would provide us with some light later on.

Parking my truck next to the other trucks and side-by-sides, I shucked my clothes off and grabbed a towel and my flip-flops.
Walking the path down to the spring, I stopped to admire a beautiful sunset Florida is famous for: lots of pink under blue clouds that get redder as the sun sets.

Gently entering the cold water will still be a shock to your system, so I dive into the clear water to get it over with.

So here I am naked, ten feet underwater, and I look up to see a fine set of ladies' legs treading water above me. To my delight, she had the hairiest beaver this spring has ever seen! Her pussy hair was full, not trimmed, with a pretty little coin purse poking through.

Coming up for air, I got a side view of her face and was wondering where I had seen her before. She was wearing her wedding ring, and nothing else. I dove back down to admire her bush some more. Her pussy hair was about four inches long and straight, not curly.

Watching her pubic hair moving back and forth in the water a few feet above my head mesmerized me. I fought off the instinct to reach out and pet her pretty beaver because of her wedding ring, then I had to surface for air.

She was facing me when I surfaced, and I got a good look at her face. She recognized me first and said, "Oh, hi Tommy, do you remember me?"

I pondered for a few seconds, then I remembered her.

"Yeah, I do. You're Bobby Style's baby sister, June, aren't you?" I asked. I used to give Bobby banjo lessons.

"The last time I saw you, you were just a little bitty junebug!"

"Not so little now," she replied, then she kicked her feet and rose up in the water enough to shake her nice tits at me.

"Very grown up, from what I can see, but I can't see too well from here without my glasses on," I said, moving closer.

I lowered my head into the clear water about two feet in front of her, and I got a close-up view of her entire body. She even twirled around for me. She grew some nice bouncy tits, maybe a C cup? Her pubic hair was driving me crazy, with the way it moves in the current like it has a mind of its own. Her cute butt had red marks like she was recently spanked. My cock had shrunken due to the cold water, but her naked tits and ass were starting to get me hard.

I surfaced to see her smiling at me and a young guy swimming up to us. He greeted her with a kiss and introduced himself as Matt, her husband.

I said to him, "Hi, good to meet you. I was just examining June's grown-up body. I haven't seen her in years," knowing he'd seen me checking her out, and he didn't get jealous; he didn't even complain. I soon found out why.

He chuckled and said,
"Yeah, we both love to show off her grown-up body. She was voted 'most likely to be found naked on the internet' by our senior class."

They were both beaming with pride at that statement.

"Well, I'm glad you showed up here today," I replied. "You should try posting your pics at lushstories.com. It's the site I use. The stories aren't bad either."

"Oh, I know about that one. We read the hottest cuckold stories there. We post pics at wifelookers," Matt said. He also told me their username was "Gator&Taters".

"Ok, wow! I'll check it out. I'm glad y'all showed up tonight."

They both looked down into the clear water and saw my dick, now hard, and she said, "Yeah, we can see how happy you are about it," and we chuckled.

The water current had slowly moved us into the shallower water where we could stand.

June said, "I'm impressed that you got hard in this cold water. Matt can't. We tried, but it's like a turtle head now." We laughed.

"Too bad, cuz skinny dipping always makes me horny," she said.

"I might be losing it; it's starting to get cold..." I said, looking into her eyes.

"Let me warm it up," she said, returning my look and smiling.

June grabbed my cock with both hands, her wedding band sparkling in the water, and she began rubbing my cock and grinning.

"Mmm, is that better, Daddy?" she asked.

"It's a great start..." I replied.

Matt said, "Once she gets started, she don't quit!"

June just smiled that pretty mischievous smile as I pulled her to me, our naked bodies pressing against each other; she pulled my face down to hers and kissed me. With lots of tongue. I looked over her shoulder as Matt moved in behind her, pressing her naked body between us.

"Now let me make it hot," June whispered, and placed my cock between her pussy lips. She placed her hands on my shoulders to raise herself up. Then I felt Matt's hand on my cock, guiding it into her pussy.

June slowly moved down on my cock, and Matt's hand stayed on my cock until it was fully inside his wife. When I was all the way in her, she pulled me in for a hot, hungry kiss. Matt was kissing her neck and humping her butt, but he was still not hard.

June wrapped her legs around my waist, and we fucked fast and furiously in the cold water as Matt kissed her neck and fondled her tits from behind.

We had gathered a small crowd of folks watching us a few feet away. Two young couples were hugging while they watched, and some single guys were rubbing themselves under the water.

June was loving the attention, and soon came on my cock, loudly. The single guys moved in real close and started to feel her tits and ass as we fucked. She loved it.

The one couple left, and the other couple were now getting it on too, the man behind the woman so they could both watch us. The watchers were nastily encouraging me to fill her up with my cum.

June took turns kissing all four of us guys as we fucked. When she turned to kiss me, June whispered in my ear, "Give me your number before you leave. I love old guys like you that know how to fuck a woman!"

"You got it, babe," I replied. "I love how slutty you grew up to be. Matt's a lucky guy. I wish I had married a slut like you."

I knew I had to pound her hard and fast to keep warm, or I would lose my hard-on. And she loved it.

"Matt, put your finger in my butt," June gasped. Matt did what he was commanded to; I felt his finger through the thin membrane that separates her two orifices, rubbing on my dick. A totally new sensation for me, probably not for her, though. I'm definitely going to find her pics on the internet, and I bet she is no stranger to pleasing several dicks at one time.

Matt had grabbed my balls with his other hand and tugged them hard, almost too hard. The pain was just enough to send me over the cliff, and I didn't even try to hold back; I grabbed her ass and held her tight against me as I came like a freight train in her married pussy.
We kissed, and I thanked them both. They both thanked me. A few folks who watched us thanked us for the show.

"Well... the show's not over for me yet!" June said. She wiggled her tits at the single guys and said, "Come and get me, boys!"

Two more guys ran into the water to join her, splashing and yelling profanities along the way. She mounted one of the single guys and told the other single guy to get behind her. I ducked underwater in time to see his dick go into her asshole. I could hear screaming underwater.

When I surfaced, she was still screaming stuff like "Oh god, fuck my slutty ass, fuck both of my nasty holes, you mother fuckers" and so on.

I hated to leave, but I was cold, and everything I had was all shriveled up.

I sat on the grass on the bank with the lightning bugs, smoking a joint and watching "Junebug", as we used to call her, entertaining her husband by fucking all the guys who showed up, far into the warm summer night. Spring life is good.