She is beautiful. She doesn't know it, wouldn't believe me if I told her. After a day on the lake, fishing, talking, swimming, her nose is lightly freckled, and a touch pink. Bright blue eyes twinkle as she laughs at me. The baseball cap she threw on when I woke her up this morning, hides her red hair, curly from the shower, where it never finished drying. Straight white teeth gleam in the late afternoon sun. The thin cotton t-shirt she is wearing does nothing to hide her curves, nor do the short jean shorts. We are both barefoot, having been playing in the water earlier. A weekend in the sun has given her skin a pink tinge, which will fade to a soft golden glow.
I can see her watching me, as we lounge on the shore. We're eating fresh strawberries dipped in honey, a treat she brought for us. The sound of a boat carries across the lake.
"What are you looking at?" I ask.
"Just admiring the view," she replies, the imp.
At five foot eleven, I'm no slouch, even at middle age. Dark hair has given way to salt and pepper on top, and mostly grays other places, but she doesn't seem to mind. Working with my hands, and being a guide for hunts has kept me in shape, if not the lean muscular guy I was in my youth. She loves the fact that I have gone a little soft in places, but am still strong. My skin is darker than hers, a rich tan, rather than her pale gold. She tells me constantly how amazing I am: maybe some day, I'll even agree with her.
We have been out in the boat all day, but are enjoying lounging on the shore. Trees, barely beginning to bud, stand straight and tall at our backs and the blanket we spread out over the sand is warm to the touch.
I roll over on to my side, and watch her. She is laying on her back, watching me, the minx. She is younger than I, but we still seem to click. Her generous breasts are confined by her swimsuit, and pointing straight up at the sky, straining the t-shirt. She is well padded, but in all the right places. I run a callused hand over her waist, watching lips curve in a mischievous smile, eyes light with anticipation.
I roll over, on top of her, pinning her hips with my own, putting my hands on either side of her head.
"What?" she asks, smiling.
"Just looking for a softer place to stretch out," I reply. She blows me a raspberry in response. "Or, I could make things a little more interesting."
She nods, and I move to skim my hands under her shirt, moving it up, over her head, off. Holding her swimsuit in place over her breasts, I slip the straps over her shoulders, and down her arms. An arched eyebrow lets me know she is wondering what I am up to. I run work-roughened hands along her arms, forcing them over her head, until her hands touch the base of the tree behind us. Taking her shirt, I quickly tie her hands together, watching her face, which glow with sudden understanding and pure lust. Looking around, I see a length of rope lying nearby, which we had used to tie down the cooler earlier. I reach out and grab it, flipping the end around the tree, before using it to tie her bound hands securely to the tree.
"Hmmm, what should I do with the cat I've caught?" I muse aloud. "Maybe I should just leave it here." Nah, that's mean. "Toss her back into the water? Or, maybe I should just play with her?"
Her breathing is becoming a little faster, eyes are darkening, and she licks her lips in expectation. I lean down, and kiss her, very, very softly. She makes a sound, low in her throat, and arches up as far as she can, trying to force me to move deeper. I ease back, teasing her, and she growls.
"Uh-uh, kitten. It's my turn." She growls in frustration, and that evil glint is back in her eye. She surreptitiously tests the knots on her wrists, but there is no way she is getting loose. I run my fingertips along her collarbone, and then trace the edge of her swimsuit over each breast, as it slips dangerously lower. She closes her eyes as I use just two fingers to pull her swimsuit down, freeing magnificent boobs, aureoles as big as silver dollars, nipples the size of the tip of her pinkie. She both loves it and hates it when I look at her like this. Always self-conscious, she really has no concept of beauty. I am going to thoroughly relish tormenting her, causing her to make all those delicious sounds, and cute faces.
Reaching down, I take each nipple in hand, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, gently at first, and then increasing in pressure. I know she likes this because she arches her back, forcing her breasts harder into my hands. Cupping, kneading them, I flick my tongue just over the tip of each nipple, alternating between them. Her soft moan lets me know that this is working for her, and encourages me to continue. Changing tactics, just to increase the torment, I suck as much of one breast into my mouth as I can, then tenderly bite down on that delicate nub. With a soft cry, she jerks beneath me. With a wicked smile, I transfer my attention to the other breast and nipple.
Her skin is so soft as I run my hands down her sides, still mauling her chest with teeth, tongue, and lips. I slowly draw her swimsuit down, and manage to unbutton and unzip her shorts. Her short moans are interrupted by a breathless giggle, as I tickle her, albeit unintentionally. Moving down her body, playing with her belly button (which also makes her laugh), I draw her suit and shorts over her hips and down her legs, until they lay discarded beside us. I continue my tongue assault all the way down her body, until I reach her hips. Getting her clothes out of the way is just the first step.
I sit back on me heels, between her legs now, and pause for a moment. She writhes under my gaze, but I enjoy the view, smooth as a baby's butt, all the way around. Waxing will do that for a woman. I slip a finger into that cleft, only to find it moist and inviting, and my finger slides right into her. Drawing my finger out, I run it up to the little nub of nerves, flicking it very softly as I pass it by.
She lets out a gasp, and I grin to myself -- her eyes are tightly shut, and she doesn't know what I am doing. Leaning down, changing position, I rub my face along the inside of her thigh. She giggles, as my goatee tickles her and makes her wiggle a little. I bite down on her leg; just enough to let her know that I'm in charge, then push her knees back to her chest and spread her open.
