#3019: Novi Sad, Serbia
Original photo: @forloveandlemons
Dunja isn’t exactly a nature girl, but when her boyfriend Bogdan takes her to Fruška Gora, she finds herself charmed by more than just the landscape. Between wine tastings, secret touches, and a steamy swim, they discover that the wilderness has its own kind of pleasure—one that leaves them breathless beneath the trees.
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I wasn’t exactly thrilled when Bogdan told me he wanted to visit Fruška Gora. I’ve never been the outdoorsy type—give me a roof and a glass of wine over trees and hiking boots any day. But Bogdan insisted it would be a special kind of day. One where we could connect not just with nature, but also with our country’s history, even the painful parts.
He managed to tempt me with a stop at a monastery where we could sample the local wine, and that sealed the deal.
The weather was on our side: warm, sunny, not a cloud in sight. We started the day at a protected reservation where rare orchids bloomed. I admired their delicate beauty, smiling to myself as Bogdan placed a hand on my back, slowly sliding it up to the nape of my neck, then lingering there. A tingle rushed down my spine.
His touch was a promise—a tease. I looked back at him and smiled. We’d been together for two years, and I still couldn’t believe my luck. Tall, broad, with a face like someone carved him out of a dream—and, well, everything else about him matched the fantasy too. He knew it, and he used it.
He pulled his hand away with a devilish grin, leaving a buzz of anticipation in my body. He loved teasing me, making me ask for more. And I loved giving him exactly what he wanted when the moment was right.
Our next stop was the monastery—and, more importantly, the wine tasting. Bogdan knew I was excited, and he smirked knowingly as we waited. When we stepped aside to a shadowy corner, he picked up the plastic tasting cup and held it to my lips himself. I opened my mouth, tilted my head back, and let the wine pour in.
He watched me intently, and when I licked the last drops off my lips, I saw the heat flicker in his eyes. I knew he wanted to kiss me. But not here—not in a church. He was respectful like that, which only made the tension worse. Even when we returned to the rest of the group, I caught him sneaking glances at my mouth, his mind clearly elsewhere.
We left the monastery hand-in-hand, the buzz from the wine making everything feel just a little lighter. I felt warm, dreamy. And I knew the day was only going to get better.
Our final stop before heading to the hotel was Lake Ledinci. A place with a tragic past, yes—but its beauty now felt like a quiet kind of healing. The shimmering water, the quiet hum of nature—it was a place transformed.
We got close to the water, and I asked Bogdan if he wanted to swim with me. He nodded, and we stripped down—my swimsuit already underneath my clothes, just in case. The water was warm as it embraced our bodies. I swam ahead, laughing as he chased after me, knowing full well he could catch me at any moment. But he didn’t. He let me play, let me tease, because that was his way. He wanted me to want him, not just be caught.
Eventually, we drifted farther from the crowd. When I could no longer feel the lake floor beneath my feet, I panicked for a moment—but Bogdan was right there. He held me close, calming me instantly. I smiled at him, and for a moment, we just floated there, eyes locked.
Then he kissed me—slow and deep, his tongue sliding into my mouth while his hands explored my body beneath the water. I felt him slide his fingers under the top of my swimsuit, cupping my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly at his touch, and a heat started to build low in my belly.
I hesitated—there were still people nearby—but I knew Bogdan had already calculated the risks. He’d never let me be exposed like that, and with that reassurance, I relaxed into his touch. His fingers teased me, squeezing, stroking. My body was warming fast, and a wicked idea struck me.
I pulled away, and Bogdan looked momentarily concerned, but I gave him a sly smile and dipped below the surface of the water.
He figured it out fast.
Underwater, I tugged his swim trunks down just enough to free his cock. The water was clear, and the thrill of what I was about to do only made it better. I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, savoring the sensation as best I could before my lungs begged for air. I surfaced, gave him a playful look, and asked if he wanted more.
He didn’t speak—just nodded, mouth slightly open, eyes dark with lust.
I took a deep breath and dove again.
Sucking him underwater was different, strange and hot all at once. The pressure, the secrecy, the tension—it made everything more intense. I kept going, surfacing only when I had to, then diving again. Each time I returned to him, he looked closer and closer to the edge.
I knew he was about to cum.
One final time, I went down, taking him deep into my mouth. I felt the pulse, then the heat, as he came. I had to spit it out—it mixed with the lake water in the least sexy way—but he didn’t care. The look he gave me? That said everything.
We swam to shore and dried off as fast as possible. Then, still flushed and eager, we found a secluded patch of trees. Bogdan pushed me up against one, water still dripping down my back from my soaked hair. He yanked my bottoms down and pressed his cock between my thighs, whispering that I’d been a very good girl today.
I pushed my hips back, giving him easier access. He didn’t hesitate.
He filled me in one deep thrust—like he always did. I gasped, gripping the tree as my pussy pulsed around him. I’d been waiting for this all day. His hand slid over my mouth to muffle my moans, and I was grateful. His other hand gripped my hip while he thrust harder and deeper, whispering filthy praise against my ear. My mind blurred, my body lit up, and when the wave of orgasm hit me, I cried out into his palm, shaking with release.
I turned to him afterward, breathless and smiling. “Maybe nature isn’t so bad,” I said.
He laughed, pulling me close. “Just wait until our next trip.”
And in that moment, I was already craving it.