I was a very tired man. My boss had me working six days a week, twelve hours a day for weeks on end. I walked into his office and told him in no uncertain terms I needed time off. Without batting an eyelash he gave it to me. I know what you are thinking, don't be so cynical. There actually are some nice bosses in the world. The next day I was on my way to the cottage for a week of rest and relaxation.
The cottage has been in the family for decades. It is nestled on a small, isolated Canadian lake, surrounded by rugged woodland. The water is cold, clear and refreshing, the clean air invigorating and the silence restful. I looked forward to relaxing swims, quiet afternoons to catch up on my reading, and golden sunsets to sooth my weary soul. Since no one was going to be there but me, I could sleep whenever I wanted for as long as I wanted. I was excited to be going and anxious to get there so I exceeded the speed limit numerous times during the seven-hour car trip north.
Late in the afternoon I pulled off the highway onto the dirt road that leads to the cottage. Some things never change and this road is one of them. I know every dusty twist and turn, bump and curve like the back of my hand. I have been down this road at least a thousand times since I was a kid and truly believe I could drive it blindfolded without hitting a tree. On the last bend to the cottage is the Larson place. Here the road forks north and south, running parallel to the lake, about a hundred yards away from the shoreline. I took the south fork and drove past Larson's cottage slowly, checking to see if anyone was home. I've known the Larson family most of my life and looked forward to seeing them. The place looked empty so I drove on without stopping and parked fifty yards down the road at my family's cottage. I had arrived!
The air inside the cottage was hot and stale. I opened some windows hoping to catch the refreshing breeze off the lake. The picture windows at the front of the cottage frame a wondrous scene of trees, shore and water. I took a breather from unpacking and enjoyed the view. A sleepy trail leads down the hill from the cottage to the dock and fire pit. The entire family would congregate by the shore on starry nights and have marshmallow roasts and midnight swims. I remember one night by the fire when my sister accidently . . .
My stroll down memory lane was interrupted by a loud rap on the sliding doors leading onto the deck. I pulled back the drapes to see who it was. Standing there was Shantel Larson. She smiled from ear to ear when she saw me. I unlocked the doors and opened them. Before I could say or do anything she shouted my name, "Clay" and jumped into my arms. I gave her a huge hug. When we finally let go of each other she said, "Wow, it's great to see you." We hugged again.
It had been years since we had seen each other. We had spent many summers together as teenagers and considered each other brother and sister. She was in her early twenties now, a few years younger then me.
"Aren't you gonna say anything?" she asked. She spun around, showing herself off. She was wearing cut offs that rode high on her ass and a short T-shirt that exposed her midriff and hung from her breasts like a mountain climber dangling off a cliff. In a coy voice she said, "I've changed a bit."
I stood there with a blank mind and stupid smile on my face. She had changed a lot. The girl I had known had grown into a beautiful woman. She was about five foot seven inches in height and weighed approximately 120 pounds. Her baby blue eyes sparkled like two blue stars, and her smile shone like a beam of light. A few strands of long blonde hair curled over her forehead, but most of it was tied in a bun at the back of her head. I was trying to comprehend how a tomboy like Shan, that's what everyone calls her, could develop into such a beauty. The last time I had seen her she was a skinny, gangly kid with a short haircut and an ever-present baseball cap that she rarely took off. Now she was a fully developed, graceful woman. All I could think of to say was,
"Wow."
"Like what you see huh." She smirked.
I stammered, "What happened to the baseball cap?"
"It wouldn't fit on my head after I let my hair grow." She laughed and so did I.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said. "I bet those sultry green eyes and that tall, buffed frame of yours has all the ladies swooning." I blushed. She giggled.
Our awkward reintroduction finally slid into familiarity and we started to chat as if the years between our last meeting and today had never existed. Shan explained that her parents and sister were coming up later in the week for a family reunion but in the meantime she was all alone. She had just gotten back from town with groceries, spotted an unfamiliar car and came over to see who was here. She was surprised to see me but overjoyed that I had finally come back for a visit. She invited me for dinner so we could catch up on each others lives. Naturally, I accepted. I told her I'd been over in an hour or so. I wanted to finish unpacking and take a swim. She told me not to be too long, hugged me and hurried out the door.
I finished unloading the car and placed my luggage in the larger of the two bedrooms. I had brought enough clothes to last the week but cursed myself when I realized I had failed to pack my swim trunks. Of all the things to forget. I slammed my fist down on top of the dresser in anger. My only choice was skinny dipping but I couldn't do that until nightfall. If I had gone swimming now, Shan would have spotted me and since I'm not the exhibitionist type I decided to wait.
So I arrived for dinner earlier then expected. Shan didn't mind. We had so much to tell each other we barely had time to chew our food. After the meal we wandered down to the Larson dock where we shared a bottle of wine and discussed everything under the sun. Shan has an impressive mind. She knows a lot about everything. However, even though it was still early in the evening, with plenty of sun left to soak up, I was getting tired. The weeks of nonstop work, the long drive and the wine had done me in. I was about to tell Shan I had to go, but before I could, she suggested we go for a swim. In a flash she stripped off the blue jeans and T-shirt she had slipped on before dinner and jumped into the water. Underneath her clothes she wore a yellow, one-piece swimsuit that rode high on her hips and low on her cleavage. When she surfaced, she told me to go put on my swim trunks and come back for a dip. I explained that I had forgotten to bring them with me, hence swimming was out of the question. I also explained that I was dead tired, and needed sleep. She pouted, and pleaded with me to stay a bit longer; as it was such an enjoyable evening she hated to see it end. I was sorely tempted, and wished I could have, but my weary body was craving a bed, so I declined. Shan hoisted herself up onto the dock and kissed me on the cheek goodnight. I returned her kiss and went back to the cottage to sleep.
About 1:30 in the morning I woke up in a sweat. I threw off the flimsy blanket that covered me got up and went outside looking for relief from the heat. I was out of luck. There wasn't any breeze and the air was just as stuffy and humid as inside the cottage. I took off my pajama top and soaked up the sweat on my face and the back of the neck. It didn't help a hell of a lot. I was burning up from the heat. It was time for a swim. I dropped my pajama bottoms around my ankles, stepped out of them and took the path down to the dock.
The calm water of the lake reflected the nebulous light of the partially clouded full moon like a mirror. Occasionally, the shrill cry of a distant loon could be heard or the splash of a fish jumping for bugs, but everything else was quiet. I disturbed this tranquil setting by running down the length of the dock and diving into the water. Actually, calling it a dive is being too kind. It was more of a belly flop. The splash was huge and loud. It must have echoed around the lake like an unexpected knock on the door but it didn't matter. At this time of night everyone would be in bed asleep. I surfaced with a huge smile. The water cooled every overheated pore of my body.
In my hurry to get into the water, I had neglected to bring a towel with me to dry off, so after my swim I stood on the dock and drip dried. As I stood there, I soaked up the tranquility of my surroundings. I felt invisible standing in the moonlit shadows of the trees. It's rare when any small corner of the world is peaceful as this so when the opportunity arises it should not be missed. To my dismay, my meditative like state was rudely interrupted by an unexpected surprise. My penis began to lengthen and harden. Since my mind had been clear of any overt sexual thoughts, I was puzzled by this turn of events. I wasn't really in the mood for this, so I tried to impede its progress by thinking of cold sterile things such as mathematical formulas and the periodic table. It was no use. My cock had a mind of its own and it wanted to become erect and hard, no matter what I thought. It was about three quarters erect when I gave in and decided to give it a helping hand. I reached down and gently stroked the length of it until it turned into a proud, long, strong prick standing straight up into the air.
Now that it was long and strong, the next step in its agenda was to ejaculate. I didn't argue with it this time. I knew better. Its needs outweighed anything I may have wanted. The only question was, what fantasy was I going to jerk off to? I have a few dozen and pondered some of them over. Since I was by the water, maybe my fantasy about a female life guard masturbating on a busy beach was appropriate. Or maybe my fantasy about walking into the women's locker room at work and fucking the gorgeous secretary in the shower would be good. But neither really gave me the spark I was looking for. In such a spectacular setting I needed something special to fantasize about, and what kept wandering across my mind was Shan in her yellow swimsuit. Thinking about Shan in a sexual manner felt weird however. She was like a sister to me, but at the same time I couldn't deny how the thought of her made my cock twitch. What the hell, why not? I wrapped my big hand around my prick and slowly began moving it up and down the shaft as I took a brief inventory of Shan's body.
