A Day On The Lake 2

The sun hung high above Lake Travis, its rays glinting off the water as a ski boat skirted across the water as Randy and Amy spent a day on the lake together after sneaking away from their respective others. Amy's fiery red hair hung loose and blew in the wind as they cruised around the lake and she held on to Randy with a contented smile on her face. Randy steered the boat with a relaxed grip, his eyes occasionally drifting to Amy as she embraced him close. While driving he thought about their connection and basked in the fact that it was wildly passionate affair that had been burning for years now.

The boat glided smoothly through the water, leaving a trail of ripples in its wake. Amy's laughter, light and infectious, cut through the air as she teased Randy about his driving skills. "You're going to run us aground if you keep staring at me like that," she joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Randy chuckled, "I'm just admiring the view. Can't help it."

Amy rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. She loved this--the freedom of the lake, the warmth of the sun, and the man beside her who made her feel alive. She reached for the cooler at her feet, pulling out a cold Monster and offered it to Randy before grabbing a beer for herself. He took it with a grateful nod, their fingers brushing briefly, a spark of electricity passing between them.

As they navigated the lake, Randy spotted a narrow inlet he hadn't noticed before. "Let's check this out," he said, turning the boat toward the hidden cove. Amy leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. They discovered that the cove was secluded somehow on the normally busy lake. The air felt cooler here, almost intimate, as if the world outside had ceased to exist.

Randy cut the engine, and the boat drifted silently into the cove. Amy stood up, her bare feet gripping the deck, and looked around. "It's like our own little paradise," she murmured, her voice low and husky. Randy stepped closer, his presence filling the space between them. "It is," he agreed, his gaze intense. "And I think we should make the most of it."

Before Amy could respond, Randy's hands were on her waist, pulling her close. His lips found hers in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, a perfect blend of their connection. Amy melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. The boat rocked gently beneath them, adding to the sensation of being adrift in a world of their own.

Randy's hands moved down her back, his touch firm yet gentle, as he guided her toward the rear of the boat. Amy's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps as she anticipated what was to come. They sat down on the cushioned bench, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable.

"I've been wanting to do this all day," Randy whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. Amy shivered, her skin tingling with anticipation. She knew exactly what he meant and she had been feeling the same way, she had wanted this alone time with her lover.

Without another word, Amy stood up, her sundress pooling at her feet. She wore nothing underneath, her beautiful body on full display. Randy's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the curves of her breasts and the swell of her hips. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.

Amy smiled, a flush creeping up her chest. She knelt in front of him, her hands going to the button of his shorts. "Let's make this fair," she said, her tone playful. Randy smiled at her as he lifted his hips to help her pull his shorts down. His erection sprang free, thick and hard, and Amy's eyes glistened at the sight of her lover's hard cock.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the head of his cock, and Randy groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. "Amy," he breathed, his voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. But she wasn't ready to give him what he wanted just yet. Instead, she teased him, her tongue flicking along the length of him, her hands gripping his thighs to keep him still. Every time he tried to move she told him forcefully to let her have her way with him and for him to sit back and relax.

Randy's breath hitched, his body tensing as he fought for control. "You're killing me," he groaned, but there was a smile in his voice. Amy laughed, a low, erotic sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Good," she purred, before taking him into her mouth, her lips closing around him in a tight seal.

Randy's head fell back, his hands gripping the edge of the boat as Amy worked her magic. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling and her lips moving in rhythm, her hands cupping his balls and massaging them gently. The boat rocked beneath them, the water lapping against the sides, as Randy's moans filled the air.

But Amy wasn't done yet. She pulled back, her lips leaving a trail of wet kisses along his shaft, and looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye before moving back up to his mouth and kissing him deep and hard.

It was that moment he took his chance to roll her over and underneath him. Now with his weight on her he kissed her hard as he prepared to moved his kisses down her body. Slowly he started exploring the sexy red-head's body with his lips. First was her neck, she stretched it and exposed it to him as she loved feeling his kisses melt her body. Down next to her shoulder blades and just above her voluptuous breast. Kissing the smooth warm skin of his lover. Soon he was caressing his breasts in his hands while his tongue ran circles around her nipples as they hardened even more to his erotic teasing. Further down he went, exploring her belly and kissing around her hips and to the inner side of her thighs. She helped him at this point, positioning herself on the bench with her legs spread wide. With Amy in the prime position and Randy kneeling in front of her he gazed upon her pussy that he dreamt about so often. He knew how to please his lover and this was his favorite thing to do and without a seconds hesitation he dove in.

With his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in, his mouth found her glistening pussy. Amy gasped, her head falling back as his tongue delved into her, his lips sucking and his fingers teasing her clit. It was everything she loved--his mouth on her, his hands holding her, the boat rocking beneath them as the world seemed to fade away.

Amy's hands ran across Randy's bald head pressing him deeper, her hips bucking against his mouth as she teetered on the edge of release. Randy's tongue worked tirelessly, his beard scratching her thighs in a way that only added to the sensation. Slowly he slipped a finger inside her to feel her tightening pussy and to help guide her over the orgasmic edge.

And then, just as Amy thought she couldn't take any more, the first drops of rain began to fall. Cool and refreshing, they landed on her skin, contrasting with the heat between her legs. She laughed, a sound that was part delight and part surrender, as the rain intensified, turning into a steady downpour.

Randy looked up, his face glistening with a mix of his lover's juices and rain that screamed pure desire. "This is perfect," he said, his voice ragged. Amy nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Keep going, don't stop," she urged, her hands pulling him back to her.

She moaned loudly, her body trembling as his tongue worked its magic on her clit and his fingers pressed inside her, the rain adding a new layer of sensation to the experience. Amy's laughter mingled with her moans, the sound echoing through the cove as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. It was in this moment that she felt the first wave of pleasure overcome her and he flet her pussy tighten around his penetrating finger. Her body reacted with such force, her juices flowing out of her and over his beard, past his lips and down his throat. She came two more times as her lover refused to stop, his need to make her cum over and over again was unstoppable and she finally had to push him back in order to give her a moments pause.

Randy leaned back at this instant sitting back onto the deck of the boat but his gaze was locked on his lover's pussy, he wanted more. Amy noticed Randy was still hard and she had the same desire, she wanted to take him in her mouth again and suck on his magnificent cock. A thought entered her mind and soon she stood, pushing him to his back on the deck and turning quickly and sitting on his face. As she lowered herself on to him Randy reached up to her hips, guiding her dripping wet pussy to his eager mouth. With Randy devouring her pussy once more she leaned forward and grabbed his cock and took him again into her mouth. As the rain fell, their bodies were pressed together as they sought to give and receive pleasure in equal measure. Amy's lips moved in rhythm with his tongue, their moans and laughter filling the air. The rain fell harder, soaking the lovers, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

Again, Amy couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Randy's name escaped her lips, her laughter mingling with her moans as she rode out the pleasure. Randy followed soon after, his body shuddering as he came, his release hot and intense.

They collapsed onto the bench, their bodies tangled together, the rain continuing to fall around them. Amy's laughter was soft now, her head resting on Randy's chest as she caught her breath. "That," she said, her voice breathless, "was amazing."

Randy smiled, his hand stroking her hair. "It was," he agreed, his voice filled with contentment. They lay there in silence, the rain cooling their skin, the boat rocking gently in the cove. The world outside felt distant, irrelevant, as they basked in the aftermath of their passion.

But as the rain began to ease, Amy lifted her head, her eyes meeting Randy's. "We should probably head back," he said, though there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. Amy nodded, though neither of them made a move to get up. The moment was too perfect, too intimate, to rush.

And so they stayed, their bodies pressed together, the rain tapering off to a gentle drizzle. The cove was quiet now, the only sounds the lapping of the water and their soft breaths. Amy's hand found Randy's, their fingers intertwining as they looked out at the lake, the world around them a blur of greens and grays.

As Randy guided the boat toward the shore, the gentle lapping of the water against the hull created a soothing rhythm. Amy, her fair skin glowing in the afternoon sun, slipped into her bikini, the vibrant red fabric accentuating her fiery hair. Her curvy figure moved with grace as she adjusted the straps, her laughter mingling with the sound of the lake. Randy expertly maneuvered the boat until it gently beached on the sandy shore. The couple worked together, unloading folding chairs, towels, and a cooler filled with wine, beer, and snacks. The secluded cove, surrounded by towering trees and the occasional call of a distant bird, felt like their private sanctuary.

Once settled, Randy set up the pop-up shade tent while Amy set up the chairs and laid towels down before sitting back and preparing to tan herself under the heat of the sun. Randy, his beard catching the sunlight, sat beside her in his own chair, popping open a bottle of wine. They clinked glasses, the crisp white wine a perfect complement to the warming day. Their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and playful banter. Amy's extroverted nature shone as she teased Randy about his myriad of fishing stories, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the cove, Randy suggested a massage. "You've been working hard all week," he said, his voice gentle. Amy nodded, her lips curving into a smile. "That sounds amazing."

After going back to the boat to get the massage oil he'd secretly smuggled in with the oversized beach towels he took his time getting the area ready for his sexy lover. Once prepared, he prompted Amy to come lay down. She finished her glass of wine and sexily sauntered over to him where she kissed him slow and deeply before removing her top and exposing her beautiful breasts to her lover who loved her amazing rack. Teasingly she turned away and laid face down on the towel.

Randy had always been a giver, his kind and loving nature shining through in every gesture. Amy, who reveled in physical touch, had readily agreed. She loved the way his hands felt on her skin--firm yet gentle, always knowing exactly where to apply pressure. As he squeezed a generous amount of oil onto his palms, the scent of coconut and vanilla wafted through the air, mingling with the breeze from the lake.

"Ready?" Randy asked, his voice calm and soothing. Amy hummed in response; her eyes closed as she savored the anticipation. She felt his hands land on her shoulders, warm and heavy, kneading the tension from her muscles. His touch was deliberate, his thumbs pressing into the knots that had formed from weeks of stress. Amy let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the towel as he worked his way down her back.

The massage was sensual from the start, but Amy didn't mind. She trusted Randy implicitly, and the way his hands moved over her skin felt natural, almost intimate. His fingers traced the curves of her spine, lingering on the dip at the base of her back before moving to her lower body. Amy felt a flutter in her stomach as his hands glided over her hips, the oil making his touch slick and smooth.

"Mmm, that feels amazing," she murmured, her voice husky. Randy smiled, his bearded face softening as he leaned closer. "Glad you're enjoying it," he replied, his breath tickling her ear before he gently placed a kiss on her neck. His hands moved lower, massaging her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes. Amy's skin tingled under his touch, her body responding to the intimacy of the moment.

As Randy's hands inched closer to the edge of her bikini bottoms, Amy felt a surge of desire. She wasn't one to shy away from her wants, and the way his touch was making her feel was undeniable. She shifted slightly, her hips tilting upward in silent invitation. Randy noticed the movement, his eyes flicking to her face before returning to his task. With a subtle pressure, he slid the fabric down her legs, baring her to the warm evening air.

Amy's breath hitched as his hands returned to her skin, his palms smoothing over her bare ass. The massage had officially crossed into erotic territory, and she reveled in it. Randy's touch was confident, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with a reverence that made her feel worshipped. She felt his thumbs press into the flesh of her cheeks, his hands gripping her firmly but gently.

"Randy," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. He didn't respond verbally, but his actions spoke volumes. His hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin between her thighs. Amy shivered, her body arching slightly as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She was wet, her core throbbing with need, and Randy's touch was only fueling the fire.

Without a word, Randy shifted behind her, his knees bracketing her hips. Amy felt his hardness press against her, the bulge of his erection unmistakable through his swim trunks. She smiled, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. This was no longer just a massage--it was a prelude to something far more intense.

Randy's hands returned to her hips, his grip firm as he guided her into position. "On your hands and knees," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. Amy complied without hesitation, her body moving fluidly as she positioned herself on all fours. The cool evening air caressed her exposed skin, heightening her senses as she awaited his next move.

Randy didn't keep her waiting. His hands slid up her thighs, his fingers teasing the edges of her wetness before gripping her hips once more. Amy felt him press against her, his thick length nudging at her entrance. She let out a soft moan, her head falling forward as she braced herself on her forearms.

"Ready for me?" Randy asked, his voice a low growl. Amy laughed, the sound soft and breathy. "Always," she replied, her tone playful. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Randy entered her, his cock filling her completely. Amy gasped, her body tightening around him as he began to move.

The rhythm was steady, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. Amy's laughter bubbled up again, a mix of joy and arousal as she felt herself teetering on the edge. Randy's hands gripped her hips tightly, his beard brushing against her back as he leaned in closer. "Do you like that?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Amy nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she managed, her voice barely audible. Randy quickened his pace, his movements urgent as he chased her orgasm with his own. As Amy's climax built, her laughter grew louder, a mix of pleasure and release. Randy thrust deeper, his body tensing as he felt her tighten around him. "Cum with me," he groaned, his voice a command she couldn't ignore. Amy's orgasm exploded, her body shaking as she cried out his name. Randy followed moments later, his release intense and overwhelming.

They collapsed onto the towel, their bodies glistening with sweat and oil. Amy turned her head, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she met Randy's gaze. The beach was quiet, the only sound was the rhythmic lapping of the water.

After a few minutes of basking in the glorious orgasms and with a playful grin, Amy pushed Randy onto his back, her body straddling his. "My turn," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed his neck, his jaw, his lips. Randy's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he pulled her closer. Amy's laughter bubbled up as she teased him, her lips trailing down his chest, her tongue flicking his nipples. Randy groaned, his body arching in response.

Amy's hands drifted lower feeling to see if his cock was ready again. When her soft fingers found him erect again, she smirked, her eyes locking with his. "You're all mine now," she purred, her voice dripping with dominance. Randy's breath hitched as she took him in her hand, her touch firm and deliberate. She leaned down, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling in a slow, torturous rhythm. Randy's hands tangled in her hair, his hips bucking slightly as she deepened her oral exploration.

Amy's laughter echoed through the cove as she pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not yet," she teased, her voice laced with promise. She rose to her knees, her body positioned above his. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him, her tight, wet pussy engulfing his cock. Randy groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him, her movements rhythmic and deliberate. Amy's head fell back, her red hair cascading down her back as she moved, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her laughter mingled with her moans, her body trembling as she neared her climax.

Randy's hands slid down to her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he urged her faster. "Fuck, Amy," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good." Amy's eyes locked with his, her lips curving into a triumphant smile. She leaned forward, her hands bracing against his chest as she increased her pace, her body slamming down onto him with each thrust. Randy's hips met hers, his cock pounding into her relentlessly.

As Amy's orgasm built, her laughter turned into a series of breathless gasps. Her body shook, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out, her voice echoing through the cove. The waves of her orgasm were instantly felt by Randy as her pussy exploded as her juices flowed from her as she came over and over again. This was too much for him and soon Randy's own release followed, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he groaned her name as he shot his own hot load of cum deep inside her tight pussy. As Amy felt her lover cum inside her, she kept going, riding him faster and faster wanting to extricate every ounce of his jizz. After a few moments of this he leaned up, grabbed her in his arms and fell back pulling her down with them as they kissed in passionate fury as their hearts pounding in unison.