Giulia felt the fresh water running freely over her face and refreshening her skin when she looked down at the water, the wavy and almost ephemereal reflex of her face made her to get lost, in an instant, in a storm of thoughts "...ma siamo ancora vivi? ...o siamo morti e questo è il paradiso? "; with her gaze lost into her own reflected eyes and the mazes of the water's surface, with the corner of her eyes she noticed Aerin taking slow but sure steps in her direction. Still crouched over the water, she looked at him like a small she-David near Goliath, her eyes tried not to unravel over his tanned muscles and the naturality in which he walked around without a single scrap of cloth to cover him. With his manhood almost on her eye level, she forced her eyes to look deep into his own eyes, wondering what will the silent giant do...<br/><br/>With nothing but the sounds of nature around them, Giulia heard the incoming thumping of the drums of her heart to join the cacophony already screaming in her ears, and when he looked down at her with a calm and relaxed smile, the one which none would have the gut to not reply or avoid and, entranced by his calm, she barely looked at his hands moving down to her arms and, finally her own hands, lightly tugging her up, suggesting... no... guiding her to stand up. With a puzzled look, she moved up, standing up but still so different than his height. A gasp escaped from her lips when his hands cupped her delicate cheecks, she blushed when his rough, callous hands turned her chin up, making her eyes to lock within his gaze. With the mouth dry, her face almost burning in an awkward blush her heart thumping in her chest, she gulped without a blink, without daring to move her eyes away from his.<br/><br/>She felt his rough, gentle hands to move from her cheeck, waiting for them to do their move with trembling lips, unable to say anything and barely achieving to shiver slightly at the thoughts that raced trough her body in that moment, only to feel them to reappear, warm and strong, against the soft, pale skin of her belly, making her to instinctively retract her stomach with a surprised gasp. Still, she felt that she wanted it. She felt like if it was the most natural and rightful thing to do. Opening her brown eyes, as to give him a silent yet formal agreement, she tried to relax and let his hands to move over her skin. With a deep, calm breath, she felt his fingers to crawl beneath the hem of the shirt, curling and hooking the white cloth in his grasp and slowly moving his tanned hands upward. Without breaking the silence nor the dare to avert her eyes away from his, she, as slowly as his tugging hands, lifted her arms, allowing him to peel her off of her shirt.<br/><br/>Like a slow caress, the tank-top that covered her rolled up, showing the smooth and pale shapes of her belly... her bellybutton... slowly and slowly, until the shirt came to the ample shapes of her bust and, with the same slow calm, she felt the fresh cloth to roll up, almost a tender and whispered caress, to slightly move her chest before letting go of her bountiful breasts to pop free and jiggle. She gulped, feeling her breasts, full and rounded, almost unnaturally standing like waterdrops despite the size and with her pink nipples, jutting forward as if to declaring something to the sky.<br/>She adjusted her glasses with a trembling hand before cutely smiling back to him as a light layer of fog begun to appear over her glass. She realized a few instants later, when he saw him to toss a white bundle of cloth away from her, feeling exposed, but with a strange sensation building in her guts, the strange feeling of the nature around her, the man in front of her and still not feeling strange nor the shameful lack of something to cover your torso.<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip and slightly closing her eyes, she saw him to share the same calm and reassuring smile, making her feel comfortable with what was happening, feeling it not as an exibitionist parade nor an act led by lust, but she begun to understand how nudists would feel... thus, she allowed his hands to caress her waist, feeling them to move on the sides of her hips, there, she felt his hands, so large and rough, to cover her rump, only to feel, with a shiver running trough her spine, her panties to be tugged down by his hands, slowly but relentlessly moving downward.<br/><br/>The curvy girl took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, she wanted to see, when the feeling of the elastic band of her pants to stretch a little more as it rolled up and climbed the widening of her hips, before, almost like a slingshot, it rolled down her flanks and showing him the smooth skin of her pelvis, as soon her panties were free to fall from her shapely legs and splash into the water.<br/><br/>She was trembling, withouth fear, without shame, without bad thoughts. As she kept a calm smile to reply to his own, feeling a new sensation of righteousness and relaxation to overwhelm her, to feel her breasts free in the air, and the sensation of the fresh, nebulized water falling from the sky not far from them to sprinkle her warm body with fresh tingles.<br/><br/>With the man in front of her taking calm hold of her hands, she followed him toward the center of the lake, feeling her breasts to bob and bounce at each step her sore feet made over the fresh and soft sand, while the water, step by step, rose more and more...