It All Started At The Lake

Chapter 1

As we walk down the pier I can't help but take in what a beautiful day it is. High 70's, low humidity, a few puffy clouds dot the otherwise bright blue sky. Days like this are rare in and of themselves, but having it fall on a weekend when I can be at the lake is a once-a-year coincidence. If there ever was a day for a bikini, this is it. We get to the boat and I take your hand to help you aboard. We are both reminded at the same time of the excitement of holding someone's hand for the first time. You thank me and smile, fully aware that my chivalrous gesture was just so I could get a closer view of the thong you're wearing underneath the sheer skirt. I'm trying to play it cool, but I'm still impressed that you have the confidence to wear that in public. And you certainly should, your skirt gently hugs your hips and well rounded butt. I study the musculature where your upper thigh meets the perfect crease and make a mental note of how many squats you must do daily to maintain the delicate balance between muscle and soft femininity. Looking this good is no accident.

You keep hold of my hand long enough to navigate the bow of the boat and find the bench on the starboard side. You know I'm checking you out behind your back, but your mind is focused on the warm and quietly commanding grip my hand has on yours, realizing how small your hand feels in mine. You fully embrace it, rubbing your thumb up and down the back of my hand a couple times to indicate how comfortable and trusting you feel.

I should have realized at the time that your comfort level in such a revealing bikini, and the graceful way you navigate the potential for accidental wardrobe malfunctions, would demonstrate the fact that you are more experienced than I am. More sexually adventurous. But I'm honestly too busy enjoying the view and repeating in my head: "I can't believe I'm bringing girls like this on my boat!"

You kick off your flip flops and immediately recline on the bench. You lean back on your stretched out towel to keep your skin from sticking to the sun baked seat. It's set at the perfect angle for you to lay out, but still read your book and keep an eye on me as I'm driving.

After we slowly pull away and get to open water, I have to take my hat off to keep it from being blown off at this speed. It's not a good look having my messy hair blowing around, but we don't keep that speed for too long. Just enough to get to the part of the lake that has the interesting views.

We are slowly passing several of the nicer houses on the lake, many of them occupied now that the weather has turned. A few are lowering their boats from the lifts, some are laying out to tan. We pass a couple groups on the beaches, drinking and playing. Eventually we pull up to an already packed sand bar. A cacophony of five different songs all playing from different boats, many of them beyond the volume their speakers can handle is the soundtrack to the laughter, shouts, and off-key karaoke, punctuated with frequent squeals of a girl getting splashed, and drunk middle aged men trying to relive their college days.

The whole crowd begins to point, shout, and cheer like a wave at a ballgame. Behind us floating by is an arrangement of about ten pontoon boats tied together so that each of their respective doors line up with the one on the next boat. An impressive feat for even the best sober Tetris player, let alone for the group of absolutely hammered people stumbling from boat to boat. They all cheer and wave back to the sand bar making us wonder what time they started drinking this morning to be this gone by now.

You make a mental note of how I am able to maneuver through the crowd, put out the bumpers and tie up to the tiki bar boat without help. You think I must have spent most of my life on boats. Just another thing that helps you relax into what will be a fun and carefree day that we have needed.

We belly up to the bar and you order a vodka and juice, that comes with the obligatory toothpick umbrella. I just get a Corona and we get lost laughing at some of the best people-watching the lake has to offer. It's hard not to notice the women in various states of undress. One in bikini bottoms and a soaking wet white crop top leaving nothing to the imagination. Several girls in thongs similar to yours and even a couple in g-strings. There's a frat-party energy that is fun to watch for a couple drinks, but we soon start to realize that this isn't our scene. This entire group will be hungover by 2pm from day drinking in this heat. White t-shirt girl makes her way through the water to the tiki boat. Like a slow motion scene from a James Bond movie she grabs the ladder, dunks herself under water and then slowly climbs. Her ample chest now on full display she steps up and orders herself a drink. It is obvious through her shirt that her right nipple is pierced. (I love pierced nipples) I have never known how to act in a situation like this. She is going out of her way to put herself on display, even ensuring that the shirt was freshly wet before she gets out. Should I stare? That makes me feel pervy. Should I look at the ceiling or count my shoelaces? She and I make brief eye contact, I give her a pressed-lip smile to recognize the interaction and look back to you. Her expression makes it clear it was not my admiration she was after. It's hard to tell through her sunglasses, but it's possible she even rolled her eyes at me.

That's a pretty typical interaction for me. But as she leaves we lean back toward each other and I immediately feel comfortable now that I have you to talk to. We both comment on how for a chest like that, she is wildly lacking in the butt department. She obviously looks great for her age (and knows it) but the combination of a flat butt and cottage cheese wrinkles across the cheeks are a big turn off for me. We have a playful real/fake debate after she's gone. I defer to your expertise and insert my standard dad-joke for any time this subject comes up: "You can't taste the difference."

There's something primal about having that much bare skin in your field of view. Everywhere you look are bathing suits. Like being at the beach, it just creates a low-grade bass note of semi-sexual excitement. The scantily clad women, the couples making out, the girls kissing each other pretending they've never done that before, and the roar of cheers from the men when they do all combine to create a specific kind of energy. But it serves the purpose of raising the already palpable sexual tension. We order enough drinks to fill our little cooler and decide to set off. And while I would normally leave a party like that envious, I am aware that this time I am the one most guys are envious of. I take the long way around to the front of the boat to make sure everyone had a chance to see who I'm with. And I knew what I was doing when I put the cooler on the floor before asking you to get me a beer. Of course, you knew what I was doing too and you happily obliged, even giving your ass a couple of shakes to the beat as you were bent over getting me a drink. This was enough to illicit some cheers from guys and girls alike, several lifting their drinks to toast me as you saunter over and playfully exaggerate handing me the beer. You smirk, and give me a quick, knowing wink over the top of your sunglasses as you run your fingers through my beard and gently stroke my cheek with your thumb. I take my sweet time driving off the sandbar in the direction that would pass the most people, basking in the jealous attention.

We had just enough drinks to be feeling good, and I was still glowing from the sand bar. You watch me intently, and quietly drag your fingers across your chest catching the string of your bikini top. It slides slowly across and you have a slight but noticeable connection to your groin as your now bare nipple caught the breeze. It tightens up, becoming hard for a brief second and you shift in your seat slightly to relieve the tension you feel starting to build down low. I had my eye on a jet ski that wasn't paying attention, so it took me an embarrassingly long couple minutes to notice. You had been so nonchalant about it, that when it finally caught my eye I wasn't sure if you even knew it was out. You casually watch the houses go by as you take your hair out of its pony tail and let it fall with the slight breeze. You're leaning back against the reclining bench, feet on the cushion rocking your right knee back and forth to the music. At this point I had to shift in my seat because of the tension I feel rising. I am enamored by your perfectly round areola and beautiful bare breast, and as your knee passes by my line of sight I am drawn down to realize that your skirt had worked it's way up to your hips. It's not that the sheer material was hiding anything anyway, but the fact that it is now completely out of the way feels symbolic. As your leg sways back and forth your bikini bottoms buckle and then stretch tight to the rhythm of your knees opening and closing. I realize I can make out the shape of your supple lips with surprising accuracy.

I can't look away. I feel a growing interest slowly inching its way down my leg, pinched slightly by my shorts and expanding with my heartbeat. All guys know this is a specific feeling we get, when you're not entirely hard but not far from it. There's a burning sensation in the muscle that is being stifled by our underwear and it feels really good. Sometimes it even sends shivers. The space of time between that and the first adjustment/touch is an addicting feeling. I have no idea how long I have been staring but it must have been a long time because when I come to my senses and look up you are smiling coyly, looking right at me. Even through both of our sunglasses I can tell we are making eye contact. In a single graceful move you drag your left hand across your chest revealing your left breast. Your smile broadens and I am sure you can feel my heart rate from across the boat.

Every instinct I have wants to dive across the console and attack you like a feral animal. But I also know I want this to last, so I turn the music up and enjoy watching you dance in your seat while I frantically look for a private cove. At this point the burning muscle in my pants has moved from feeling good to feeling borderline painful and I have to make an adjustment. There is no way to do that without being obvious, but by now we are beyond subtleties. I figure why not make a show out of the effect you're having on me... as if you didn't know. So with one hand on the wheel I reach the other down and grab my now fully throbbing erection and immediately feel the relief of adjusting, causing another shudder that runs all the way through my shoulders. As I move it from pointing down my leg back into position against my stomach I push down hard against the erection causing it to slightly bend, giving myself a millisecond of orgasmic pleasure and relief that will allow me to focus on what is in front of me.

What is in front of me is an impossibly beautiful body. Both unattainable and inviting at the same time. As we round the bend toward the undeveloped area of the lake you begin to oil yourself. You remove your bikini top altogether and carefully massage oil into your legs, hips, flat stomach and eventually into your breasts, using the chance to demonstrate for me how you like your nipples touched. I pay careful attention, my eyes darting between your chest and your smile, both magnetically drawing me toward them, I can't choose which is more beautiful. I've been lusting over your body all day and the chance to finally see it is sensory overload. But I'm also uncontrollably attracted to your increasing smile, as your face showed that you knew exactly what you were doing. A mixture of the sheer happiness and enjoyment of the day, the music and drinks, the unbridled freedom of being nearly naked outside and the reaction you were getting out of me.

You shimmy out of the sheer skirt, and holding the bottle of oil up you make the bottle dance in sync with your hips as you gesture to your back, that you want me to oil you up. By this point you are completely care free enjoying the music and dancing. For me it's all happening in slow motion. I watch with the attention of a scientist as your breasts rise and fall, your hips moving with sensual abandon. Your butt alternates between a gentle jiggle and engaging with your core muscles to reveal a body that is in complete control of every movement. It is mesmerizing, and hypnotic. The burning and pulsing in my pants now beyond obvious, and I'm not trying to hide it. I know from experience that at this point no amount of grabbing or adjusting would help the burn, until it comes in contact with you. It is insatiable and growing even still.

As I take the bottle of oil I realize that we are about to have our first, real, bare skin on bare skin touch, and that sends an even greater sense of anticipation into my body. You lay down on your stomach to reveal your bare back and fit, round ass barely separated by the bright pink thong against your smooth, tan skin. As if you were directly reading my mind you arch your back, lifting your perfect ass into the air and bouncing it to the music revealing one of my favorite parts of the female body... the back dimples above your cheeks. I shudder again, a mixture of longing pain and immense satisfaction radiating from my balls outward over my entire body. I immediately grab my throbbing dick through my shorts in an effort to calm it down, telepathically telling it not to explode yet... we have a long way to go.

I oil my hands first, and then with appropriate reverence to the moment place both of them on the small of your back, my thumbs in the dimples gently massaging the oil into your skin. This time you shudder, although you don't reveal it on the outside. You feel the electricity and excitement of being touched for the first time radiate through your back and glutes into your quads and groin and you breathe out a visceral moan. I hear that and know immediately that this is going to be the most amazing experience of my life.

As I spread oil across your back and arms and eventually legs you alternate between erotic moaning and singing along with the music, timing your moans to the beat. You continue to relax, eyes closed the entire time as I massage your calves and then thighs. It's becoming obvious that the only place I have not oiled yet is begging to be touched. You finally open your eyes and look at me over your shoulder. You lift your butt off the seat and wiggle it in a come-hither motion. And with one rhythmic move you pull the string on your left hip untying what was left of your bikini. The pink thong falls to your freshly oiled thigh and I instinctively cup both cheeks in my hands and kiss every inch of skin, beginning with slow kisses leading with slight tongue. The taste is exquisite. Your tight, tanned skin is cool to the touch, and I can smell the hint of leftover perfume mixed with the intoxicating musk of your wetness. But as I taste the slightly salty sweat I immediately go from kissing to full on biting. I'm not hurting you but I can't help myself, and my increasing loss of control is contagious. You feel yourself actually dripping as you begin to moan and whimper.

At this point I can't stand it. In my eagerness I empty nearly the entire bottle of oil on your ass and carefully ensure every piece of skin is covered. I stand up, and with one hand grab the front of my shirt collar and pull it off, the other hand hurriedly undoing my shorts. I grab my shorts and underwear and rip them down, my impossibly hard erection stretches down and then slaps my stomach. I have to touch you, and I have to touch you all over all at once. Bare skin on bare skin, I lay down wrapping my arms around you licking, kissing, and gently biting your neck.

My hands immediately find your breasts and I cup them, carefully tracing your areolas as you had demonstrated before. There is so much oil at this point our bodies are slipping and sliding all over each other. I feel my dick finally settle between your oiled ass cheeks and I can't believe how good it feels. My whole body shudders as you crane your neck to kiss me. My right hand instinctively makes its way down your stomach and between your legs. Each of your hands is on one of mine, guiding and pacing me to your peak pleasure.

You wince from the overwhelming feeling as I find your engorged clit, the pads of my large oiled fingers gently separating your lips and slowly beginning to massage you. Your fingers on top of my fingers let me know exactly how much pressure and speed you need at each second. The excitement of someone else touching you with the skill and knowledge of you touching yourself is an intense combination that brings you to a shattering orgasm in a matter of mere minutes. You are uncontrollably moving your hips in a humping motion which is sending me into shock feeling my soaking wet dick sliding between your ass cheeks as you writhe in pleasure. Our bodies are in natural sync, our lips locked moaning, our hands exploring your naked body together and as your entire body shakes from muscle spasms. I stop stroking and just press my whole hand across your spread lips gently pressing your clit as it comes down from the electric orgasmic high. Your muscles freeze contracted, you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe sharply through your mouth, chin down and teeth clinched. You hold that final spasm for what feels like an eternity, and then all at once your entire body collapses onto mine exhausted and relaxed. You breathe out using your last bit of strength to exhale, and as every muscle relaxes and our oiled bodies collapse together, but then you gasp and sharply inhale.

It takes me a second to realize what happened but it is quickly clear, you have enveloped the head of my dick. It immediately mushrooms into its fully engorged state as if to demonstrate that it has a mind of its own and it is not coming back out. I am not an aficionado, but I'm also not a stranger to anal sex with women. I've done it enough to know that you have to ask first, and for a fraction of a second I have a panic attack that we may have gone from the most pleasurable experience possible to an unwanted or even painful one. As you gasp with surprise I instantly recognize that elastic feeling just below the head of my dick. I don't know what to do, and in my panic I can't read your expression. "Oh shit!" I blurt out unedited. Your eyes closed, you tuck your chin down and start to slowly breathe out. I begin to feel you relaxing again, as possibly the most intimate sexual experience, I feel instantly every contraction and muscle movement as if it were coming from my brain. You are so overwhelmed you are reduced to single syllables and grunts. "Please" you whisper. You relax even more and arch your back to align your perfect butt with my dick. "Yes." You gently nod.

I didn't think it was possible to be harder than I already was. I place my left hand on your hip and the way that you're arched gives me a view of the dimples again. I can't believe what is happening. I cup your right cheek with my right hand and as slowly as possible we push our bodies together. I'm amazed how easily I am able to slide in thanks to the copious amounts of oil. It feels incredible, I bury the shaft and rest for a second baking in the oven-like heat of your tight ass. I count your heartbeats as I feel them on the base of my dick. Then, carefully I begin to pump, slowly at first. With your soft but firm grip you can feel every vein and even the heartbeat inside them as they pry you open. It's not the longest dick you've ever seen but it's more than long enough. Especially for anal sex you are able to enjoy the wider girth without the pain of feeling like your internal organs were being rearranged. Your clit is still on fire from the orgasm so you take control yourself and using all four fingers you circle your mound using indirect pressure to quickly bring yourself to the edge again, this one rising slower in your groin and then crashing over you like a wave. I now have both cheeks in hand and squeeze them as I pump the full length in and out and as your second orgasm crashes you squeeze my dick in uncontrolled spasms of pleasure. This is more than I can stand and I grunt as I penetrate you as deeply as I am able. Spreading your butt cheeks to get our bodies any extra millimeter closer. With a wincing groan I can no longer hold back and my dick begins to pulse in your ass filling you with hot cum. You feel every contraction of my muscle inside you and the intensity compounds your own orgasm and you are able to ride the crest of the wave even longer this time.