Chapter 4 -- A long afternoon and little public nudity never hurt anyone
We cleaned up all over again, and spent a considerable amount of time just enjoying each others soft touch in the water. The shower was warm, and getting out and drying off wasn't comfortable for either of us. I helped her get into her robe, and she threw me a pair of boxers and a tee shirt from the closet.
We dressed and headed down to the kitchen. It's been a long running joke that since neither of us smoke, we just want to eat after sex. I sat down at the table as she poured some orange juice and started making some French toast for breakfast. She knew it was my favorite, and I didn't even have to ask. After all, it was my birthday, and I am apparently getting everything I want. Not to say that she wasn't benefiting as well, we weren't even two hours into our day, and I'd made sure she was satisfied several times over already.
We ate, and talked about all kinds of things over breakfast. She mentioned the upcoming GOP election, and how one of the candidates had dropped out. We talked about our own views on national security, immigration reform, and healthcare. It was a surprisingly political conversation which was a nice distraction from our antics from earlier this morning.
That's one big thing I loved about this beautiful creature. She was so gorgeous, but could hold a real discussion, challenge my own ideas and views. Not like the "cheerleader" types I dated in high school and college. Nothing against cheerleaders, but the girls that I dated were usually all body, and some of them really knew what to do with their bodies, but very few of them could hold a conversation after sex about anything other than latest celebrity gossip bullshit on television.
She asked what I would like to do for the day, and we settled on packing a lunch, and taking my truck up to a nice secluded spot on the lake near our home. Where we could eat and do anything else that came up.
I went outside and packed the 4 wheeling necessities and my survival pack into the truck, you never know when you might get stuck and need it, I thought to myself. Within a few minutes she bounded outside, with a cooler full of food she'd prepared and some drinks for us on out picnic.
I helped her into my new truck, a GMC that I had lift kit, and 35" tires installed to help us get around in the outdoors a little better. With a push on her rump she slid into the passenger seat, and I closed her door and made my way over to the driver's side. Hoping in myself, and we were off to enjoy the day.
She rolled the windows down and as the wind was blowing through her auburn hair, I took a moment to really soak in her beauty. Her face was so beautiful, her green eyes, small nose, and pouty lips. Her button down white oxford hung open over the tight red spaghetti strap silk top she had on. Her braless breasts bounced along with the ride as we pulled off the pavement, and onto the dirt fire-road that would take us the back way to the lake. No one really even knew about this route accept the old fisherman that had been coming here for years. The warm desert air continued to blow into the cabin, and looked down to see Ann's toned legs in the sunlight disappearing into her simple, but short, jean shorts, her feet removed from the flip flops she threw on as she left the house earlier.
My attention was back on the road now as it began to get rougher and as we neared the end I pulled off onto a specific 4x4 trail. She giggled and laughed as we continued on our journey, each rock, and twist sent us bounding in different directions. She helped me spotting large rocks on her side, and in between reaching over and squeezing my leg, once in a while massaging my cock through my jeans, keeping me eagerly anticipating our arrival at the lake.
Over the next ridge the lake came into view, and as expected, there wasn't a soul around but us. I found a spot on the rocky beach and backed the truck up a few feet from the waters edge. We hopped out and I spread a blanket into the bed, Ann grabbed the cooler and hoisted it to me in the back. We broke out some sandwiches and other snacks she made, thoroughly enjoying our time in the sun. We talked more lighthearted conversation this time.
After lunch I slid down to the edge of the truck bed, enjoying the view. Ann got out of the truck and leaned back up against me. I began rubbing her shoulders, and she immediately removed her white shirt. Her muscles immediately relaxed and the spaghetti straps of her shirt fell off her shoulders over her arms. She leaned her head back and I kissed her passionately on the lips as my hands slide down the front of her tight little shirt. Reaching both hands over her breasts I gently caressed them, noticing that her nipples stiffened to my touch and Ann moaned back into my mouth.
My hands reached lower, leaving her breasts momentarily, sliding over her belly to the top of her jean shorts. My hands slid over the outside of them, caressing her pussy through the denim. I took her second moan as an invitation, and undid the button and unzipped her fly, with a little wriggling; her shorts fell to the rocks below. I looked down to see her pussy clad in a tiny, silk, red thong which matched the tiny little top she had on perfectly. It came barely high enough to cover her clit and my cock jumped at the sight, immediately stiffening to her sun-drenched tight little body barely clothed in red lingerie for everyone (if there was anyone) on the lake to see.
She twisted around, facing me now, and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. Immediately she moved her attention to my belt, unbuckling it quickly and attacking my jeans. When she had them undone, I lifted my ass off the truck as she grabbed the waist and pulled them down to my ankles, leaving me in just my black silk boxers, with my immense hard-on pitching quite a tent. The wet spot at the peak of the tent noticeably growing with every second. She reached down, and pulled her own top off, spilling her breasts free from the confines of her little shirt. Her perky, milky white breasts bobbled out into the sunlight in front of me.
"Wow" was all I could say, feeling like a dumbfounded idiot in the presence of such perfection.
"Looks like someone likes what he sees" she said referencing my obvious erection.
"No, I love what see" is all I could respond, glancing up from her swaying breasts long enough to make meaningful eye contact with the object of my desire.
I looked around the lake briefly, surveying the emptiness, a boat maybe 400 yards away screamed by towing a water skier, if they had binoculars, they'd have one hell of show to watch I thought, as Ann tugged my boxers down to my ankles.
She gripped my stiff cock, standing at complete attention, now pouring precum from the tip, her hand instantly covered as she began to stoke me in the sunlight, in full view of everyone within a mile of us.
She lowered her head, and allowed her tongue to lash out at the head, tasting and swirling my precum around with her tongue. The sensation of the cool breeze interrupted by her hot tongue caused me to jerk involuntarily. Then she stopped, looked up at me, and raised her hands, pulling her hair back into a pony tail.
She looked at me with that same devilish grin I saw earlier this morning in the shower. "I know you want to watch me devour your cock, maybe this will help".
I almost came right there; this girl was not only controlling my body, but reading my thoughts. She lowered her head again, being sure to keep eye contact with me as she took my entire length into her mouth. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared into her warmth. I felt a little pressure as she eased the head into her throat and enveloped the last 2 inches taking me all the way in. Her nose rested against my pubic region and she gently slid her tongue out and licked my balls. She watched me until my eyes rolled back into my head and then she got serious.
She began pumping my cock in and out of her mouth with swirling motions, her right hand helping her with her task as her left hand moved back and forth between massaging my balls, and caressing her own breasts. She was turned on, and I could tell that she must be soaking wet. She began moaning into my cock, looking up every so often to gaze into my eyes as she impaled her face on my cock.
"Do you like watching me?" she said coyly, knowing my answer.
"Do you like watching me suck on your huge cock, where everyone on the lake can see me?" she took me into her throat again, nearly gagging. "You like that don't you stud?"
