This discussion about redheads got me thinking of MaryAnn, my former girlfriend, the unbelievably beautiful redhead I knew in the late 90's. We'd fuck anywhere, anytime, several times at one of our beaches here in Michigan. How about you guys, sex in the water stories??
Early 90s - I took a girlfriend to the Poconos, one of those heart-shaped bathtub "honeymoon" places. We had a private swimming pool in our suite. After trying out every other possible place in the room, we tried the pool. It worked great (other than washing off natural lubrication) until I attempted to stand on a step in the pool, holding her up while we were still connected. We both nearly drowned when one of my knees gave out and we both went unexpectedly into the water. Just a few bruises from the pool side and steps, but lots of water swallowed and inhaled. We mutually decided not to repeat our water olympics while I was waiting to see an orthopedic surgeon about the traitorous knee.
In the 70s, with my then wife - we are enjoying a wonderful day on a deserted island beach on the Texas Gulf Coast, when we decide to get frisky. First naked play in the sand and surf, then we begin to to excite each other with our hands as we stand hip deep in the waves. We run to the surf line and begin humping each other as waves wash over our legs (think "sex" scene in "From Here To Eternity" the old movie about Pearl Harbor). -- Then the "ouches" begin! We stopped when it hurt too much - and discovered that it wasn't just sand in our crotches. I had several whelps from pinches by very small (2") sand crabs, she had some kind of ant crawling all over her, and we discovered a dozen small jellyfish somehow attached to our lower legs. To add to the misery, as we are standing on the beach trying to get all the critters off a Coast Guard helo flies by and then hovers about 200 yards away to watch the two naked idiots slapping themselves and each other!
These days I prefer mattresses, couches, chairs, VIP benches, or whatever is reasonably dry.
I did it twice, once in a pool and once in a pond. It's over-hyped. The water had a negative effect on the experience for me as I felt less. I've also been told that some girls enjoy it less too as the water interferes with their natural lubrication.
A couple months before my wife and I started dating, me, her and one of her male neighbors she had been fucking had a threesome in a hot tub of a college apartment complex. Personally, not a fan of it in the water (or sharing), but I took it where I could get it.
I love messing around in the water, and have gotten head at the edge of a hot tub like others. But for actual fucking it does tend to wash away lubrication.
Washing away lube is an increasing problem as one gets older. One girl complained about her sore pussy. Over rated I'd say. Better in a bed. After all, what did they make beds for?
Wife bent over with her hands on her knees; me behind. Early 90's in the dunes on South Padre Island.
A few years later, with stripper in a motel swimming pool. Water made lubricating difficult. She said she enjoyed being discretely connected without the rigors of hydro-coitus.
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However, on the water, in the cockpit of our sailboat, a night of bliss resulted in our first daughter, in spite of the Poll, lol.
Early 90s - I took a girlfriend to the Poconos, one of those heart-shaped bathtub "honeymoon" places. We had a private swimming pool in our suite. After trying out every other possible place in the room, we tried the pool. It worked great (other than washing off natural lubrication) until I attempted to stand on a step in the pool, holding her up while we were still connected. We both nearly drowned when one of my knees gave out and we both went unexpectedly into the water. Just a few bruises from the pool side and steps, but lots of water swallowed and inhaled. We mutually decided not to repeat our water olympics while I was waiting to see an orthopedic surgeon about the traitorous knee.
In the 70s, with my then wife - we are enjoying a wonderful day on a deserted island beach on the Texas Gulf Coast, when we decide to get frisky. First naked play in the sand and surf, then we begin to to excite each other with our hands as we stand hip deep in the waves. We run to the surf line and begin humping each other as waves wash over our legs (think "sex" scene in "From Here To Eternity" the old movie about Pearl Harbor). -- Then the "ouches" begin! We stopped when it hurt too much - and discovered that it wasn't just sand in our crotches. I had several whelps from pinches by very small (2") sand crabs, she had some kind of ant crawling all over her, and we discovered a dozen small jellyfish somehow attached to our lower legs. To add to the misery, as we are standing on the beach trying to get all the critters off a Coast Guard helo flies by and then hovers about 200 yards away to watch the two naked idiots slapping themselves and each other!
These days I prefer mattresses, couches, chairs, VIP benches, or whatever is reasonably dry.
Sex in pools, hot tubs, etc is over rated. I've found it to just not be that good. I'd rather do it some place dry.
And obviously, sex in the ocean has its own drawbacks as Dallas pointed out.
These days I use a pool or tub to relax nude, then move to better quarters for sex.
My ultimate fantasy is to go to a nude beach and have sex there.
A few years later, with stripper in a motel swimming pool. Water made lubricating difficult. She said she enjoyed being discretely connected without the rigors of hydro-coitus.