You feel like you've been trying to stimulate this guy forever. In reality, it's only been a few minutes, but between your constant fight for oxygen and your having to work on keeping a monolith horny despite not really swinging that way, it feels like eternity. You just pray that something will happen to make him leave the water. And then, your prayers are answered.
The waters begin to recede, as once again the world begins rocking; the man's penis drops a bit, going from fully erect to semi-soft. This has its good and bad parts. The good part is that you're no longer clinging to an erect penis, which isn't sentence you ever thought you'd think. The bad part is that said no-longer-quite-erect penis is beginning to wilt, meaning you're clinging to what is rapidly becoming a steeper and steeper hill.
The shaft begins swaying -- a bit less than before, but still significantly. You brace your feet against the head, hoping you can maintain your footing; the other option appears to be falling down past one of the man's two legs to the sand thousands of feet below. You don't think you can survive that, and you don't really want to try.
Again, it feels like the man walks forever, before pausing. You hear his voice from on high, rumbling like thunder. You can't quite make out the words -- they're loud and deep and you feel their vibration in the flesh you hold tight.
"Oh really?" booms a voice closer to you, one still rumbling and even louder, but this one more feminine. There's a pause, and a laugh. "The water, sure. You were probably looking at those sorority girls playing volleyball."
Another rumble from your host, and a coquettish boom of a laugh. "Yes, I can see that. But Cody, you really think a cold shower...?"
As the body rumbles, you think you've got this figured out. The man is talking to his goddess of a wife. You can make her out, probably because she's sitting up, which would put her head not far from you.
Another laugh. "No, you're right, if the kids weren't there, maybe, but...you know, they have some private changing rooms up there. And Annie is watching our kids and hers...."
The ground beneath you begins to swell up again, and you're not doing anything this time. "Well, that looks like a yes from here," the feminine voice rumbles.
There is another pause, and then you hear her voice again, but more distant and less distinct. You aren't able to get it clearly -- she must have stood up. But she makes her presence known mere moments later.
You were not prepared for the collision; suddenly, something slams against the swim trunks and the hill you hold onto. You're crushed for a good moment, and only the slight give of the trunks and the man's skin saves you.
Despite the crushing force, your mind fills in the blanks. The woman stood up, and knowing her husband was already aroused, she hugged him, or kissed him, or something. She pushed herself up against him flirtatiously, teasing him with her body. To him, to her, it was sultry and hot. To you, it was like being pinned between two buildings -- two very horny buildings.
The pressure abates just as suddenly, and the penis springs back, flinging you upward. Like a springboard, it flings you off of it, and you hit where his belly meets the waistband of the trunks. You're briefly wedged by the elastic before a slight movement of his causes you to come loose, and drop again. You reach out, and impact the loop knot that ties his drawstring together.
You sigh. This isn't going at all how you'd planned it.
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