"Harder, Jimmy! HARDER!"
In a lavish master bedroom, a busty blonde was thrashing wildly atop a man with black hair and an extremely muscular body. The man was drinking in his lover with his eyes: her lust-plastered face, her bouncing tits, and her tousled mane of hair. Naturally, all this was enough to arouse his body, but, his mind was...bored.
With a growl, Jimmy flipped her onto her back; it was time to end this. He grabbed an ankle with each of his hands and rammed his cock into her with twice the speed and intensity that she had used to ride him. Her moans turned to screams as her body trembled with each thrust.
"Is that hard enough for you?!?" Jimmy asked her.
"OH, YES! I'M GONNA CUM, JIMMY! I...OooooooOOOOAAAAGH!!"
The two of them reached orgasm, causing the condom over Jimmy's dick to overflow with his semen. Jimmy pulled out of her sore hole, watching the woman's breasts rise up and down as she sucked in lungfuls of air. Panting, he left his exhausted lover on the bed while he walked into the shower. Ten minutes later, he walked out and grabbed a towel. The sweaty blonde entered the bathroom.
"Oh, you're done," she observed. "In that case, did you want to help me get clean?"
Jimmy then made use of his patented fake yawn. "Actually, I'm beat, Andrea. You sure took it out of me."
"I do what I can," she said with a smile.
After she showered and put her clothes back on, Jimmy showed Andrea to the elevator.
"I'll see you at work tomorrow...boss."
She gave him a quick peck on the mouth and walked inside. After the doors slid together, Jimmy let out a sigh of relief and walked to the kitchen. After putting together a meal from some leftover Chinese and a small salad, he plopped himself onto the black leather couch in his living room and turned on his 70 inch plasma television.
He had to admit, the 22 year old secretary that had recently left his penthouse suite was a welcome distraction, but, not entirely satisfying. He had bedded numerous women like her, without any effort whatsoever. Interns, secretaries, aspiring supermodels and all their like, had graced his bed at some point in the past.
At first, the sex on tap was an amazing luxury for the 29 year old corporate attorney. Three years ago, after years of scraping and bowing at his company, Jimmy Nelson had finally made the prime legal team of the corporation he worked for; his superiors had repeatedly told him that he showed great promise, and, since then, his life had gotten better. He had a six-figure income, a spacious penthouse apartment with a great view of urban Philadelphia, and an endless string of sexual partners.
He could remember the first lay he got after being promoted: Stacy Wilkins, a vivacious redhead who worked in accounting. A few months after moving into his apartment, and after weeks of flirting, wining and dining, they stumbled out of the elevator late one night and right into his bed. In contrast to her calm demeanor at work, he remembered Stacy being quite the hellcat in bed. Their relationship lasted a few more months after that night, before it fizzled. But after her, the sex kept on coming.
However, his cushy lifestyle had been wearing on him, getting too familiar and complacent. He'd done whatever he could to spice up his life: he'd partied all around the world, remodeled his penthouse several times, run marathons, skydived, but it couldn't scratch the itch in his mind. He didn't know what else to do.
"You need a vacation," Wade told him the next day.
Wade Lincoln, Jimmy's 60 year old superior stood smiling in front of Jimmy's desk, his arms folded.
"I can't take a vacation, Wade. I've got too much work to do."
Wade sighed, walked behind Jimmy's desk and sat on the surface.
"Listen, kid. I'm going to level with you. The top brass are really impressed with you. Your work and research has gotten them out of numerous legal shit piles. If you're going to keep amazing them on a regular basis, then you need to blow off some steam. Get out of Philly, get some rest, and come back in a week or two. How much vacation time have you used since you've been here?"
"Ummmm..."
"Take three weeks off," Wade grumbled.
Jimmy spent the rest of his day at work trying to find somewhere nice and secluded to get some rest and relaxation. He eventually settled on a nice spacious two-story riverside cabin in rural Georgia. After buying plane tickets online and packing his bags at home, he flew out the next day.
He landed in Atlanta after a 2 hour flight, rented a GMC Denali, and drove 3 hours to his cabin in Billingsley, Georgia. On the advice of the website he used to reserve the cabin, he had stopped at Wal-Mart on the way to buy enough supplies to last him for his entire stay. Billingsley was a small town in every sense of the word. Even the office of the cabin manager, Lyle Buxton, was right next to the local tobacco store, which was apparently one of the more popular places in town.
"Welcome to Billingsley!" the short, doughy man said from behind his desk with raised arms.
"Thanks," Jimmy grumbled as he looked down at his smart phone. "Apparently, your office and the McDonalds have the best Wi-Fi signal in this place."
"Well, shoot. Nobody comes all the way here from the big city just to be on the internet all day. Trust me, son, you'll have too much fun down here."
Already annoyed by his Southern accent and cheesy smile, Jimmy hastily collected his information packet and key before leaving for his cabin.
The first few days were surprisingly peaceful. Every day he was awoken by the sun shining through his window, and greeted by the sight of a woodland creature in his yard. Every night, he was lulled to sleep, not by the traffic of the city, but by the swaying of the trees and chirping of crickets.
On day four, after a hearty breakfast, Jimmy decided to go on a hike. The packet noted a trail nearby that ran near the river. He changed into a cotton shirt and jeans, put on a small backpack, and headed out on the trail. It had been about 10 minutes before the river came into view. He kept following the trail that ran beside the river, marveling at the stillness of the woods in all of its natural beauty.
Another half mile into his hike, the river became obscured by the woods again, and it was then that he heard the singing. The voice was definitely female, and it was barely audible above the ambient noise of the outdoors. Sheer curiosity began to well up inside him, so he decided to stray from the trail and go in the direction of the singing.
Jimmy carefully maneuvered through the winding trees. Every step he took brought him closer to the origin of the singing. Eventually, he could even make out the lyrics, and the voice that carried them wasn't half bad.
"The babies might cry and the daddies might croon, but mama's makin' dinner and it's comin' up soon..."
Soon, the river came into view and so did the singer, and the sight of her was enough to make Jimmy's eyes go wide with shock.
Standing in the river was a young woman bathing. From the look of her, she looked to be in her mid-twenties, had pale white skin, and jet black hair. She had a huge backside, large thighs, and huge, swaying breasts. She held a bar of soap in her hand, and, even from far away, Jimmy could see all the suds that coated her luscious body. She didn't notice him at all, but continued to bathe herself and sing.
Jimmy couldn't believe what he had found. He kept wondering if he should stop spying on her, or if the woman was worried if anyone would see her. Did she live nearby? By the sound of her accent, she definitely sounded like a resident of the area. He fought to turn away and just return to his cabin, but that changed once she turned around.
Right now, she was giving Jimmy a full-frontal view of her naked body. Jimmy saw dark brown areolas on her breasts, each of them the size of a drink coaster. Despite her wide hips, she was not obese in any way, but still had a slight paunch on her abdomen. But, further down, Jimmy was amazed to see an unmistakable dark triangle of pubic hair that covered her entire crotch. It seemed as soon as he noticed, she started to lather it with her soap.
Jimmy was erect instantly. He'd never seen so much hair on a woman; some of the women he'd slept with in the past had a bit hair down there, but they usually kept it well trimmed into a tiny triangle or landing strip. Half consciously, he began to rub at the bulge in his jeans. Part of him felt guilty for doing this, but the majority of his brain wanted to see more.
Just when he thought things couldn't get better, the woman raised an arm and began to rub soap in it. After Jimmy saw the obscene bush that covered her armpit, his mind went blank with lust. He had to have her.
After quickly shrugging off his backpack, Jimmy began to swiftly disrobe. Despite being in a haste to get naked, he made sure to keep his clothes stashed by a tree near the trail. Completely nude, he quickly walked down the path and left it to make his way down to the edge of the river.
The woman didn't hear him, so she continued to bathe herself, completely oblivious to the man watching her. But, as soon as Jimmy stepped into the water, she quickly turned to his direction and let out a gasp. Jimmy saw her eyes roving all over his naked body. In his lust, he'd forgotten the possibility that she might have a boyfriend or husband, and that she might yell for him to come beat the tar out of this strange man. Honestly, he didn't care.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," Jimmy said. "But, I'd never forgive myself if I didn't tell you."
"Tell me what?" the woman asked.
"That I think you have an amazing body, and that if you don't let me fuck you, then I'm going to go back to my cabin and masturbate like crazy."
The woman looked down at Jimmy's turgid dick and then back at him. "Yer serious, aren't you?"
"As a heart attack."
She then skipped the bar of soap across the surface of the river until it landed on the shore. After that, she slowly walked through the water until she was only a few inches in front of Jimmy. Slowly, she reached forward with both hands and began to feel Jimmy's body all over.
Jimmy reciprocated in kind; she was more beautiful up close. He felt her soft skin, her large pendulous teats that hung gracefully from her chest, the bumpy, round areolas with nipples as big as wine corks. He then made his way to her belly, letting his right hand follow the trail of hair that led from her navel to her crotch. Upon closer inspection, he could see that her arms and legs were very hairy as well. His desire for her grew with each second.
"Mmmm...that feels nice," she moaned. "I'm sorry 'bout the hair. It's just that...I never saw much use in shavin' it."
"Noooo," Jimmy moaned. "Don't say that; it's beautiful. Please, never shave it."
He began to rub her crotch more vigorously, eliciting more moans from the woman. With his left hand, he gently began to massage her huge breast, or, at least as much of it that would fit into his palm.
"Lemme make you feel good now, honey."
She took Jimmy's dick into her right hand. Jimmy let out a moan that surprised even him. Despite her smooth skin, the palms of her hands were quite rough and calloused. He could have sworn that he was about to blow any second now. His mind blank with lust, he reflexively reached up and squeezed her breasts hard. The two moaned and pre-cum and milk began to stain their hands.
