Pam and I walked to the dock in the evening, down a short trail through the woods. It was midweek and there were even fewer people at the lake than there were on the weekends, when one would only see a few canoes and the occasional motorboat. It was June and the days were long but not especially warm yet. Pam wore faded jeans and flipflops on her tanned feet and a white v-neck tshirt. As I walked behind her, I thought of her body beneath her clothes. I followed the muscles on her back down to her waist, where her beltless jeans fit her well. Her bottom was tight and I could see the curve of her inside those soft jeans. Her legs were strong, from years of running. We'd only been married for a few years and were still very much in love.
We walked out on the dock and saw that a full moon was rising above the trees across the lake. In the dusky light Pam's face was golden and tan and the slight chill in the late afternoon shade affected her nipples, naked under the white shirt. The top button on her jeans was undone. Her hair was pulled back from her face and her teeth were white – I saw them often because she smiled frequently. Around her neck hung a small silver necklace with a turquoise stone. She was comfortable with her body and her sexuality, which she knew had an effect on me and on other men.
We stood quietly in the dusk at the end of a wooden dock which jutted out into a lake in northern Montana. There was little of the heat of the day left and the sky was a deep blue. Her tan face was lovely in this light. We were at the cabin of a friend for a few days of rest and love, mostly love and the cabin provided us with a level of luxury they were unused to. We'd shared some champagne before coming to the dock and were feeling that perfect lifting and lightness that a little alcohol provided. We'd had a great time so far this week – cooking together and laughing and tasting everything.
We were expecting Pam's old friend Mindy to arrive at some point. Mindy would be staying at the cabin next door, and we were not sure when she'd arrive. I was happy to be alone with Pam, as a matter of fact, especially on this fantastic night. There were no words that we needed to say – we both appreciated the loveliness around us.
Pam's bottom was tight and small but round. I'd seen it earlier in the day as she lay in the sun on the dock – her skin barely covered by the small pieces of cloth that were her swimsuit.
My cock had half hardened then and was hardening again now. I slipped my hands between her jeans and her skin and realized that she wore no underwear. I moved my hands up to touch her nipples and they pushed into my fingers. My cock, bare against the cloth of my soft, well worn khakis, became thicker and heavy.
"Would you go for a swim with me?" Pam asked.
I knew she'd step out of her jeans and pull her top off and swim whether I joined her or not. For a moment I pondered the prospect of just watching her – her slim and athletic body slipping into the water and stroking out a few yards from the dock, her legs spreading to kick and rolling over to float a bit, looking back at me.
"Sure," I said.
Her hands were already pulling her jeans down over her butt and then she was standing in front of me, tan skin from the waist down and white tshirt on top. She smiled at me and reached for the zipper on my pants. She noticed at that moment that my cock was growing and she was careful as she zipped. My growing erection sprang free as she pulled the khakis down and I was a little embarrassed.
"How can I swim with this" I said.
"You do the backstroke and I'll hold on" she said.
As my pants came down, she quickly leaned over and licked and kissed the tip of my cock and pulled it into her mouth, warm and still hardening. I gasped and my heart beat faster. I unbuttoned my white shirt and she stood to pull hers over her head. Then we just looked at each other – the embarrassment gone, and just love in our eyes. We laughed, and she turned and climbed down the ladder into the lake and I followed her. The cool water felt good against my skin and my hard cock relaxed some. The lake was dark and the ripples we caused as we entered the water broke the reflection of the moon.
I followed her as she swam out from the dock, unafraid and strong. Pam was at home and comfortable in nature. It was one of the qualities that endeared her to me. I could see her shoulders and her muscles were clear as she stroked. I stopped to check the depth of the water and realized that it was deep – my feet extended down into the cool.
We swam a few minutes and then returned to the dock and when it was shallow enough, we stood on the sandy bottom. The lake water suddenly felt cold and I remember that it came down from the mountains. We embraced and kissed, Pam's tongue pushing between my lips as if she were exploring her own sex. Her tongue licked my lips slowly, around my mouth, and then pushed inside again. I sucked her in farther and the heat of this kiss spread through our bodies.
As she climbed up onto the dock, I admired her body again. She leaned over to pick up her clothes and slipped into her flip flops. Her hair dripped lake water from the bottom of her ponytail and she smiled and shivered. There were distinct tan lines above her small breasts and at her waist.
We heard a voice calling as we climbed out of the lake. It was Mindy – even though we'd expected her, it was a surprise to see her at that moment. Pam grabbed her clothes and looked up to see Mindy standing near her dock.
