The smell of jerked pork escaping from the barbeque engulfed the entire area. everyone within miles was being tortured by the distinct aroma that came only from our home when my father got to practice his findest treat. It was summer, and as was the tradition for as long as I could remember, all the entire family was gathered to party, eat and reminisce. There were at least four generations there, and as we got drunk inhaling the commingled smell from the delightful assortment of foods, we also found every chance to relax and swallow the fresh freedom of the country air. Our family home, Dreamview, was built over forty years before on a sprawling plot, which bordered the Dove Bay lake on the east and the PDC Farms to the north. Over the years, one of my greatest delights was the resplendent effect of the sun on the still waters of the lake. The lake held many fond romantic memories for me. It was where I had some of my first sexual encounters. As I sat there and watched my siblings, uncles, aunts and all the others, I was taken swiftly back to the summer holidays when I would eagerly grab all my stuff and rush to the bus depot to get away from the city for my six-week summer break.
"The pork is ready," my dad shouted in his usually jovial way, initiating more consumption, which was the main theme of the day. It was always a pleasure to watch him soak in all the excitement that came with having so many people in the yard. Just as like the meat simmered on the grill while magically creating the distinct aroma, he was oozing with happiness and sweat as the warm summer sun took effect. Deep in my mind I could not but wonder what memories the lake held for him and so many of the others that had enjoyed their holidays and childhood at Dreamview, as I had.
It was the first family day for Karen. We had only been married for four months and everyone was still dealing with the novelty of the new bride in the family. She had accompanied me to Dreamview before on many occasions, but we were always pressed for time and never got to totally relax and explore the area. On our last visit I had given her a cursory tour of the area, including a quick lap around the lake. It was my intention to use this visit to expose her to many more of the special places around Dreamview, especially since we had the luxury, unlike almost all the others, of being able to spend an extra two days. We both opted to use some vacation time to relax. What better place to do it than in the arms of tranquil Dreamview.
"Let's eat, honey," Karen suggested, breaking my thoughts, as she strode past me on one of her many trips with trays of goodies. She had blended well. Karen was good at that. There were lots of things that she was good at and it did not take long for everyone to do the assessments of her that they had missed due to the euphoria of our wedding. Uncle Dave was busy sharing all his naughty jokes with her at every chance he got. Not to be outdone, my dearest cousin Tanya was ensuring that revealed every possible detail about everyone. Good old Jim, with Audra, his girlfriend, in tow, was keeping the bar stocked for the drinkers. It was hilarious to watch them all jostle for her attention. As dusk descended on the festivities, the groups that were leaving made their preparations which included packing lots of food to take back to their urban dwellings. It was the norm. Going back to the city without leftovers was almost a sin. Nightfall brought with it an eerie quiet that typified the farms in this area. The moon was slowly making its presence felt, in spite of the challenge from the bright street lamps scattered all around. We sat on the verandah sipping rum and coke while engaging in our free spirited laughter when suddenly an idea grabbed me. I acted.
"Karen, Karen!" I shouted with childish glee. I had an urge.
"Yes dear," came her response from the kitchen. Her face was painted with curiosity. What could be so urgent was the question jumping from her short deep stare.
"Come with me, I want to show you something," I said as I grabbed her by the waist and ushered her through the back door. There was no resistance, but the weight of her questions was obvious as I swiveled past the doghouse en route to the edge of the lake. I stopped beside a huge family of coconut trees and sat on a wooden bench that I had helped to build many years ago. I summoned Karen to sit on my lap. Her warm body was comparable to the calm of the moonlight on the lake that I had taken her to see.
"Look," I whispered as I pointed to the silvery streaks of the moon on the seemingly glass-top appearance of the lake. The deep breath that it evoked from Karen spoke loudly. I knew she would have appreciated the splendor.
"This is awesome.... it is so beautiful," she whispered while taking another breath. "This is so sexy," she continued.
In the midst of her speech I could feel impulses from her ass as she crossed her legs. It was an instant turn on. I wanted to have her there. She knew. We responded quickly with a slow sensuous kiss, almost like that of exploring teenagers. My hands slowly traced the form of her body as it collapsed into mine. Soon my fingers were plucking on her nipples while her hands clasped my face to deepen the effect of our lip lock. There was an animal rush, which instructed my mind to have deep impulsive sex with Karen, right there by the lake. I did not have to ask if her body was ready to be exposed, my erection stated loudly what my body was saying. Karen was wearing a wide, flowing summer dress held in place by strings that wrapped around her neck. There was little inclination for slow prolonged passion, the shouting in my head was saying, "get inside her and seize the moment". I slid the tracksuit I was wearing down enough to give my cock freedom to proceed. Slowly I slipped her panties off to allow her to slide down on my cock. With her back to the lake, she started to ride my cock with passion like someone with an urgent duty. There was no finesse just a rush of activity driven by unspoken, basic intentions. It wasn't long before we both came vigorously and almost in a symbolic way sat silently in reflection of what had happened. We enjoyed being overtaken by the moment. Our brief fuck session had engaged our sexual appetites. Innocently, almost, we went back into the house and I reported that I had taken Karen to see nightfall on the lake. In my dad's eyes I could see approval for what I had done.
