Ron and Anne 6.0: The Farm Pond

Anne and Ron joined her parents in a family outing at her grandmother’s farm. Being a young couple in their 1^st year of marriage, spending time with her parents, aunts and grandmother wasn’t nearly as high on their priority list as spending time with each other. After lunch, Ron suggested they go swimming in the lake at the far end of the farm property. Anne thought a private swim would be a nice opportunity for some romantic alone time.

Ron’s shorts would work as a suit for him and Anne could wear one of her mother’s old one-piece swimsuits that had been stored at the farm from when she was Anne’s age. Her mother was shorter than she was, so the suit was a bit too small. The crotch of the suit was especially tight. Ron enjoyed the camel toe he could see outlined by the suit and there was a little bit of brown curly hair escaping from the suit crotch. He said nothing to Anne. She probably realized what was showing, but Ron’s commenting on it would not go over very well.

Unfortunately, Anne’s younger brothers also thought swimming would be a great idea and decided to join them. That was definitely going to inhibit romance. Ron especially was more than a little disappointed, but they all headed down to the lake anyway.

Initially they all were swimming together in the middle of the lake, but eventually separated. Her brothers move off to the deeper part of the lake by the dam where the diving and playing in the lake was more fun. Anne and Ron went to the upper end of the lake where the water was shallower and more secluded.

Partially screened from the rest of the lake (and her brothers) by cattails. Ron used the privacy to open a subject that had been concerning him. He hesitantly said, “I’ve been wondering if we need to continue to be as formal when talking about intimate stuff.” Anne’s puzzled look encouraged him to go further. “We call breasts, “breasts” and your vagina, “vagina”. There are other terms for breasts and vagina. They are a bit naughtier, but in a way more intimate when they are used just between the two of us. I was wondering whether we could use those terms. – Just between the two of us.”

She smiled broadly at his lack of comfort in broaching the subject. “You think you should feel free to talk about my pussy and teats any time you want to,” she said and almost laughed at the shock on his face. He must not have realized she even knew those words. Far worse terms were common in the girl’s dorm. But she had long ago realized how little most boys knew about girls’ conversation when guys were not present.

Anne considered and rejected the possibility of really startling him by using those “far worse” terms. Maybe some day those words would be okay for them to use with each other one day, but they hadn’t been married long enough—they still had much to learn about each other. Pussy and teats were common enough terms to be more in the category of naughty instead of “dirty.”

In their little private part of the lake, this conversation had Ron feeling more than a little randy. He pulled Anne to him in a passionate kiss that would have embarrassed them in front of her family. Eventually they turned to watch her brothers, with Ron standing behind Anne, hugging her. His hands began to creep through the open back of her mom’s suit to hold her breasts.

“It feels good when you hold my teats,” she said just to reinforce her willingness to use more “intimate” terms.

She could make out her brothers diving off the dam a good distance away, but he semi-opaque lake water and cattails adequately screened Anne and Ron from view as long as they stayed in deeper water. Having Ron hold her bare breast under the suit and run his fingers across the nipples, made hard by the cool water, didn’t just feel good. It was exciting and because of the risk, delightfully scary. She felt a sense of pride in his erection pushing against her bottom.

Just holding Anne wasn’t enough for Ron. He pulled his hands to the sides of her breast, under her arms. After massaging for a moment, he pushed the straps off her shoulders. The front began to slide down off her breast. Anne knew she should say, “No.” but it would have been a halfhearted protest at best. So, she said nothing.

The top of the suit cups slipped past her nipples and her breasts popped free. Anne immediately grabbed Ron’s hands and used them for cover. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Ron enjoyed the intimacy. Anne felt embarrassed but oddly, because she was covered by his hands, she also felt protected.

Releasing her breasts, he pulled her straps back up to her shoulders. One by one, he affectionately returned each breast to its cup. Covered again, Anne felt relieved that they hadn’t been caught, but she also had a tinge of regret. The thrill of risk had gone straight between her legs. She wanted Ron to touch her and not just her breast.

She even had thoughts of taking off her suit top off again herself—and maybe more than the top. But she had been taught that good girls didn’t expose themselves—that would have been just too naughty. And the thought of them actually getting caught made her shiver. She would never be able to explain it to her parents. (Many years later, Anne’s mother-in-law let slip a comment that suggested Ron’s parents had not been above a risky romantic interlude in their younger days. But that thought never occurred to the newlywed bride.)

The noise of her brothers at the dam went silent. They were getting out to head back to the farmhouse for supper. Ron released Anne and after a little adjustment of her suit (and his shorts also), they climbed out of their end of the lake to join her brothers. Both were thinking about how much fun they were going to have when they got home that night.