Every year on the Forth of July our company has a big picnic in a state park just north of town. It's in the mountains, and after everyone from the shipping department fills up on beer and burgers, a lot of us jump into the river to cool down. The company even provides large rafts if we just want to float downstream. A lot of us do, loading down the rafts with refreshments, enjoying the hot summer sun and the cool river water.
This past year, there have been two new hires in my section: a stunning tall blonde named Jen, and Ellen, an equally beautiful brunette. I won't deny that I'd been checking each of them out since they started working. I've thought about making both of them, separate, one at a time or together. The company, though, has a strict policy on employee dating, so I've never approached either one of them.
At the picnic, the three of us were enjoying ourselves, relaxing on our day off. We joked about the job, slowly getting friendly with the beer. As the afternoon lazed away, I suggested that the three of us grab one of the larger rafts and hit the river.
Jen immediately agreed, but Ellen declined. All the sun and beer was making her feel sick, and she didn't want to get trapped on a flimsy raft if she had to throw up.
So Jen and I went and got one of the larger rafts. We loaded a small cooler of beer and stripped down to our swimsuits. Imagine my surprise when I found that Jen was wearing a skimpy, sexy black bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts looked wonderful, and the thought of caressing her milky berries was running laps around and around in my head.
I popped open a Bud as we pulled away from the bank. Not too many of the others were rafting. They were pretty much just hanging out by the keg. Soon, after a turn in the riverbank, we were all alone. Just us and the peaceful quiet sound of the running water.
We played and splashed for a bit before Jen said that she'd like to try and get some sun. She stretched out in the bottom of the raft, reaching behind her neck to untie and then tug off her bikini top.
Of course, she asked if I'd put suntan oil on her. And I did: I poured it all over her back, rubbing it into her creamy skin. Down the sides of her torso, dangerously close to the mounds of her breasts. She sighed as I touched her, and I thought she might be getting aroused.
I was still massaging her when she turned over and told me to do the front. I couldn't believe my luck. My hands were immediately all over her breasts, cupping their softness in my hands. I moved up beside her in the bottom of the raft, running my fingers over her erect nipple. I kissed her gently as my hand slowly traveled downwards, onto her stomach, then lower to her pussy. She sighed as she raised her hips and pulled off the swimsuit bottom.
My cock was hard, and she reached up to massage it through my swim trunks. It wasn't long before they too were gone.
I slipped a hand between her thighs and gently began to stroke her pussy lips. As she moved more and more against my hand, I slid a finger inside her rapidly-moistening hole. I plunged my finger deeply into her as I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. She responded by moaning and increasing the pace on my cock.
She told me that she was on the pill, so I moved to position myself to fuck her. She drew her knees towards her chest, spreading her legs and offering her pretty little pussy to me. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her outer pussy lips spread flowerlike on either side of her opening. Reaching down, she grabbed my shaft and slowly guided me into her. It was amazing to watch my cock disappear into her warm smooth depths. Once I was all the way inside her, I pulled back out to the point where only the head remained in. Then I slowly pushed back in, enjoying the sensation as I slid back in. Then I started thrusting in and out with a slow steady rhythm, pistoning my rod back and forth into her hole. Her head was on one side, eyes closed with a large smile on her face.
My thrusting became more and more rapid, and I knew I was about to cum. Jen turned her head to look at me. "Cum on me," she cried. "Do it. Cum on me!"
It was all I could take, and as the first drops of sperm began to leak spurt out, I grabbed my cock and pulled out. My cum landed all over Jen's inner thighs, pussy lips and stomach. She watched as I milked out the remaining drops of white fluid, dropping them onto her pubic hair. Then she sat up, pushed me back, and dropped her head onto my cock, licking it clean.
Then she turned back around, cleaned the spunk off her pussy, and pulled her legs apart again. Kicking her feet up, she rest them on my shoulders, drawing my head down to her freshly-fucked cunt. I plunged my tongue into her, tickling her clit with my mouth as her breathing grew heavier and heavier. Finally her stomach muscles clenched and a small muffled cry escaped her lips as she came.
After her orgasm, we both rested in the bottom of the boat, completely exhausted. We decided we needed to keep seeing each other, in spite of the company rule