The Perfect Summer Day

"Let's go kayaking?" Leslie suggested to Vince.

Vince lived on a big lake and it was a perfect summer weekend with bright sun, warm temperatures and low humidity. Leslie, his girlfriend of a few years now, was spending the weekend with Vince. She lived about an hour away in the suburbs but loved Vince and enjoyed escaping to his place on most weekends, especially when the weather was this nice.

"Great idea...and I'll light the grill when we get back for the chicken that's marinating in the fridge," Vince responded. He was no dummy: kayaking meant that Leslie would be in a bikini, a sight which he always enjoyed.

Between gathering up the equipment and applying sunscreen, it took maybe 30 minutes for the two of them to be down at the dock, ready to go. Both were happy to lather each other up with the slippery sunscreen, Leslie in her bikini and Vince in gym shorts. Leslie's surprise for Vince on this day was that her bikini was a thong, not her regular bikini bottoms, that showed off much of her cute ass. Vince heard a slight sigh and moan escape Leslie as he put sunscreen on her back and generously over her sexy butt, even slipping a finger inside the tiny material and up between her ass cheeks. He had her turn around and did her front for her also, slipping his fingers inside her padded top and playing with a nipple briefly. She reciprocated the sunscreen application for him but went way down inside his shorts, first in the back, then in the front.

"Oh you perv, remember who started this" Leslie said as she finished applying the sunscreen. They both looked down at Vince's front to see his shorts tenting nicely.

"That will have to be taken care of when we get back," she whispered in his ear, pointing to his growing cock and even reaching out to give it a quick squeeze.

"As will your needs," Vince whispered back and smiled.

The lake was somewhat isolated but had been discovered and developed to a certain extent. Multi-million dollar houses stood next to smaller cottages that were almost 100 years old. The residents were lucky enough to have small beaches dotting some of the shoreline, while woods and overgrowth bumped right up to the beaches in places primarily where farms still operated or the land was in a preserve. Both Vince and Leslie enjoyed exploring the isolated beaches by kayak, with Vince in one that he peddled like a recumbent bicycle and Leslie in an inflatable that she paddled and sat low inside the inflated gunnels.

Both Vince and Leslie were in great shape and enjoyed the exercise that came with kayaking, but Leslie's paddling was tough on her shoulders after a while. Their agreement was that if she got tired, she'd tell Vince and pull up next to him so he could tie her off on the stern of his kayak and just peddle them both, with her 25 feet behind him enjoying the ride.

After about an hour of kayaking, Vince could tell Leslie was slowing down. They had explored a marina and hugged the shoreline for quite a ways.

"How're your shoulders?" he asked Leslie, who shrugged as she pulled up to him.

"Sore."

Vince grabbed a bow line off of Leslie's kayak and tied it to his stern and off they went towards one of the many small, isolated beaches. Vince noticed slightly more resistance with her behind him but his legs easily peddled them forward so it was fine.

He turned around to see Leslie just gliding behind him and relaxing in the sun as she was towed.

"Ummmm...excuse me Miss, but this tow is going to cost you," he said. She just smiled and waved.

About a mile later, they were pulling up to a little beach that was one of the ones with forest and overgrowth right up to its edge. The beach was maybe 50 feet at the widest and about 300 yards long, but with a great view out over the lake. Vince just beached his kayak and pulled Leslie's up on the sand right next to his. They looked around and, as expected, saw no one. Plenty of dead trees and natural debris was laying here and there on the beach, almost dividing it up into smaller, separate, private beaches, but they had their own little slice of heaven where Vince had landed.

Leslie gave Vince a sly smile as they sat on the warm sand and looked out over the lake.

"That last mile with you towing me was so relaxing," she said. "I took advantage of the how beautiful it was behind you," she beamed.

"It is a great day to be out on the water!" was Vince's enthusiastic response.

She sat back a bit and leaned into Vince and said in a lower voice, "You have no idea how relaxed I was."

Vince looked quizzically at her, but she just smiled up at him and said, "While you were doing all that work, I sat back in my kayak, pulled my thong aside and touched myself."

Vince's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Did you...did you...ummm...help yourself to an orgasm while I was towing you?" he finally stammered.

"Three, actually, but I had to be quiet, so only two were really good. Thank you, though!" She leaned over and kissed his neck and snuggled up to him.

"Well, what about me?"

"Oh I have a reward in mind for you, after all your hard work," she said, as she reached over and untied the drawstring on Vince's shorts. Vince caught a brief view inside Leslie's padded top as she leaned over him and saw a lovely hard nipple about the size of a big eraser. He looked around for a second to make sure no one could see them and was satisfied they were alone in their little spot.

Leslie tilted her head up and nibbled on Vince's earlobe as she edged a hand inside his shorts. Vince leaned back on his elbows to give her easier access and his head bobbled backwards as he moaned just a bit. It worked: he felt her hand go easily inside his shorts and grab his growing cock and squeeze it firmly. Her mouth was now right at his ear level and he heard her breathing get deeper as she started to move her hand up and down his growing shaft still inside his shorts. He felt a bit trapped inside his shorts as his cock got harder and harder, and apparently Leslie sensed this as she slid the front of his shorts down to remove his cock from the material. They both looked down to see his nice, hard, seven-inch circumcised cock in her hand that was barely able to encircle his shaft it was so thick.

"Guess what I was thinking about while I was masturbating and fingering my pussy and clit while you towed me?" she asked, staring at Vince's man meat. Neither bothered to answer.

She gripped him more firmly and stroked his cock from the base to his mushroom head as his breathing got faster. He watched her pull on the skin of his shaft as she gripped his dick and ran her hand up and down it with wonderful pressure. He was getting lost in the moment and his head flopped back again and his eyes closed for a second to delight in the feel of Leslie masturbating him.

He opened his eyes and looked left, then right just as a reflex. To the right, a large tree had fallen across the beach from the edge of the woods to fifteen feet or so into the water and was one of the natural barriers for their private beach area. He thought he saw some movement on the far side of that tree but didn't care...her hand felt so good on him that nothing else mattered.

He looked down again at her hand expertly jerking him off and noticed that her other hand had moved down between her own legs that were now spread wide and three fingers were moving up and down her slit. He sat up a bit for a better view and their eyes met briefly with hers a bit glazed over as she moaned. She had again pulled her thong aside with her fingers jilling herself and working her slit from her pussy up to her clit and back down again. He watched as she licked her fingers and sent them right back down to her pussy again and heard a squishing noise as she parted her lips and pressed and circled her clit. The squishing noise was more pronounced when two fingers were pushed into her pussy and started sliding in and out. He was in his own state of intoxication with her hand jerking him off, but seeing her touch herself was magical.

More movement on the far side of the fallen tree, he was sure now. As distracted as he was, it was obvious. He could make out one...then two heads peeking over some dead branches on the massive fallen tree about 60 feet away. He and Leslie were out in the open on their little stretch of beach and he knew they were being watched.

"We have company," he whispered to Leslie, who gasped and stopped both of her hands. Vince was looking right, so Leslie did the same. The two visible heads froze but then both people stood up and could be seen clearly from their knees up over the fallen tree. It was a young guy and girl, maybe 25, and his swimsuit was off his hips with her hand on his cock like Leslie's had been on Vince's, standing nice and proud. Everyone was frozen for a second.

"Apparently they're enjoying the show, or at least he is," Leslie said as she turned her head back to Vince's. "I have no problem with that!" Her hands went back to business, with one on Vince's hard cock and the other between her spread legs.

Vince kept watching the other couple, and saw her hand start to stroke his cock again. She was also in a bikini and had boobs bigger than Leslie's but a very nice figure. He whispered to Leslie, "I'll keep watching them to tell you what their doing because I know it's hard for you to see." Leslie nodded but said nothing as she was entering her own zone. With Leslie hunched over a bit and both hands occupied, Vince decided that the least he could do was reach inside her top to start playing with her tits and pinching her nipples. That got another moan out of Leslie. Her boobs were not that big but he knew her nipples were incredibly sensitive to the touch.

"His hips are starting to move in sync with her stroking him. She's staring at us though. He's got an intense look on his face. Oh shit she just reached inside her bikini and is doing what you're doing! She just spread her legs too. They're both staring at us...turn a little bit so they can see better." They both inched over to their right so both couples could now clearly see each other. Both heard the guy moan as he could now see Leslie stroking Vince but also jilling herself.

The guy now was moving his hips even faster as she stroked him. Leslie's breaths were deeper and faster as she watched him being masturbated by the girl whose hand was in her bikini bottoms like she was doing for Vince and herself. She picked up the pace of both of her own hands and Vince knew she was getting close. They both heard moans from the other couple who were also picking up their pace. Vince felt the cum boil up in his balls with Leslie's hand gripping and jerking his hard cock and was the first to cum, as Leslie squeezed and stroked his cock as he erupted. They both watched as his cum spewed out of his tip, going on his legs and her hand and his belly. Vince looked up quickly and saw the other girl's eyes nearly popping out of her head as he came and as the waves of his explosion slowed.

The other girl was next to go. She wasn't very loud but her hand inside her bikini had almost pulled them down over her hips it was moving so hard and fast. Vince watched with fascination as her hips went back and forth in time with her hand movements, getting faster and faster until, in a blur of her hand, she came and her face glazed over as her hips gyrated in her ecstasy. He saw the guy look over at her as she came and he shot his load immediately after she did, with cum spurting out and landing on her hand and even hitting the downed tree in front of him. He was not quiet as she jerked him off and Vince wondered if they heard him on the other side of the lake.

"All yours now," Vince whispered to Leslie. She was still fingering herself and watching the other couple finish with Vince's fingers still tweaking her nipples inside her top. She looked up at him but closed her eyes and he knew this was it. He heard her exhale, stop her fingers for just a second but then she wailed and started her fingers again on her clit as she came. Her hips lifted off the sand as she climaxed and added some of her juices to the sand under her.

Vince was still coming down off of his high but saw the couple adjust their clothes, still looking at Vince and Leslie. Leslie was still twitching from her orgasm with her eyes slammed shut, so she missed the couple wave and turn away to wherever they had come from. The guy gave a thumbs up as they walked away which Vince saw and smiled as they retreated.

Leslie was coming back to reality and nudging Vince's arm and neck. "Well that was different!" was all she said as Vince put his arm around her and pulled her close.

They sat like that for a minute, catching their breath, but then Leslie said, "You're towing me back, Buster, I'm pooped. Sorry that took me a while to cum but remember...that was my fourth in the last hour."

Vince smiled and said, "Fair enough. Think you'll be up for more after we have that chicken and a couple of gin and tonics for dinner?"

"You know I will," she said as they got up, adjusted their own meager clothes and waded into the cool water to work their way back to Vince's.