Chapter One
A line from the song 'I Wish I Was Eighteen Again' probably describes me best, you know the one that says 'I'm three quarters home from the start to the end', that gives you an indication of my age but not my character as I didn't have any desire to be eighteen again. It's a good thought but you would have to know everything you know now and that doesn't seem like it's going to happen.
It was a beautiful morning on the lake during the middle of September, still warm during the day and wonderfully cool at night, enough that you needed a light blanket towards morning. My cabin sat in a small cove with a dock that ran about 20 feet out into close to 6 feet of water, deep enough to dive off of which is just what I had done just after sun up this morning. My neighbors on both sides had closed up their cottages and gone home to their winter homes so I just about had the lake to myself, enough so that I hadn't bothered with a bathing suit for the last week. The lake was still warm from the summer sun and taking a morning swim got my day off to a good start. I had swam out to the entrance of the cove, about a quarter mile, swam back and stretched out on the dock to let the morning sun dry my body while I thought about what I was going to do for the remainder of the day.
I must have dozed off for a bit as I didn't hear anything that caused me to think there was anyone or anything around until I sensed something or someone along side me. I opened my eyes to find a beautiful young women who at first glance appeared to be no more than a teenager. The water dripped from her naked body as she moved closer and took my cock in her hand. I started to say something but she put her finger over my lips, smiled, leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. She knew what she was doing as she worked her mouth further and further down my hardening cock until I was touching the back of her throat, purring as she did.
I tried to remember if I had ever seen this girl before, certainly not in the position she was in right now and I would certainly have remembered her the way she sucked me. Her tits, what I could see of them, were perfectly shaped and not much bigger than a good mouth full. There was not a ounce of fat on the rest of her body which gleamed from the coat of water that continued to drip off her and on to me.
I am not endowed with anything like the famous John Holmes but I am a bit bigger than most, enough so that I have had but a very few men or women that could take my manhood in their mouth and down their throat as my morning beauty was doing. Her excellent ministrations was bringing him to his full hardness which if anything increased her desire as she stroked and sucked me.
I pushed the hair back from her face and ran my hand down her back until I could caress her buttocks, pulling her closer to me. She hesitated at first then moved closer until with my urging I could see just the beginning of her womenhood which was either clean shaven or covered with such a light covering of blond pubic hair that it appeared so. I gently ran my fingers up and down the lips, not penetrating her, just lightly touching her, teasing her, playing with her until her cunt lips started to swell with anticipation. I ran my hand up between her legs, pulled her closer so I could kiss her leg, pulling it over my head so she was laying on top of me giving me a clear view of her entire crotch. The lips were puffed now, outlining the slit between them, glistening with the moisture that was leaking from her. I kissed the inside of her legs, first one then the other, working my way up until I was within inches of her. I blew gently on her lips causing her to wiggle. I continued to kiss her legs and blow gently on her lips until she couldn't stand my teasing any more and lowered her cunt over my mouth, moaning around my cock as she did.
I am always surprised by the taste of a women, from nothing, to bland, to tart. My little nymph tasted like pure honey, sweet and almost syrupy. I used my thumbs to pull her buttocks apart and buried my face between them, licking her cunt lips from her anus to her clit, then opened her a bit more and licked the inner lips until she pushed herself hard against my mouth and climaxed. She drove her mouth down on my cock, taking most of it down her throat as she came, her body shuddering as she worked her cunt over my mouth, her nectar flooding from her. I was not going to be long behind her if she kept up her wonderful ministrations and was about to tell her so when she pulled off me, knee walked down my body until she had my cock centered in the lips of her cunt then lowered herself until our pubic hairs were joined.
"Yes, on my dear God Yes," she murmured.
She had taken all of me in one long wonderful slide, stopping only when we came together then started a slow a rocking motion with her hips. I reached around her and took her tits in my hands, gently twisting the nipples as she picked herself up a bit and started working me in and out, always taking him as deep as she could with each stroke. She climaxed again, harder this time, her body jerking as my testicles demanded relief and my cock swelled to its maximum and I filled her throbbing cunt with sperm.
She held me deep inside her until we both caught our breath, sitting straight up, her head back, her hands over mine on her tities. I wanted to know more about this wonderful women but as I was about to say something she pulled off me, stood, turned, said, "Thank you," and before I could respond, dove back in the lake and swam away. I watched her until she disappeared around the point about half way out of the cove.
I tried to remember who lived around there and couldn't recall anyone that would fit her description and began to wonder if it had actually happened or had I had a good dream, then I took hold of my cock. If it had been a dream it was a good one as my crotch was covered with cum, hers and mine. Should I go look for her I wondered as I walked up to my cabin, maybe tomorrow, best not rush things like this.
I repeated the same process next morning, swam out to the entrance and back then stretched out on the dock, just like yesterday only today I stayed awake to see if my water nymph would come, she didn't. I had driven around the lake last evening thinking I might see a lighted cottage around the other side of the point but everything was dark and seemed to be closed for the winter. There were a few folks that closed their cottages after the summer was over but came up from the city for the day just to enjoy the peace and quite. I decided to explore the beach areas from my canoe today, be good exercise if nothing else.
I had rigged my canoe with an electric trolling motor which lowered down through a well in the center of the hull when I wanted to use it and stored up inside when I didn't. It was just the thing for trolling for the illusive salmon that lurked in some of the coves this time of year and perfect for quietly exploring in and around the many little coves around the lake. I headed out in the direction my partner of yesterday had gone, paddling slowly, keeping a close eye on the beach as I rounded the point. Nothing but a few mallards, a loon or two, and a doe and a fawn coming down to get a drink. I had neglected to bring a lunch with me and after a while I let my craving for food head me back to my cabin wondering if I had indeed imagined yesterday. I lowered the motor and laid back wondering where the young lady had come from but didn't dwell on it, if I was to find her I would.
I rounded the point and turned into my cove to find a swimmer coming toward me almost like they were coming from my dock. I steered a course to pass close to who ever it was but not to cut them off and interfere with their swim. I stopped the motor as I got closer, wondering if the swimmer had seen me or was intent on swimming and not bothering to look up as I had done many times when I thought there was no one about. It was her.
"Good Morning, I wondered where you had gone," she said as she swam over and took hold of the side of the canoe.
"I went looking for you, " I replied.
"And I came looking for you, " she answered.
"We seem to have found each other. Want a ride"?
"That would be nice, can I get in without turning you over"?
"Give me your hands," I replied. She reached out and I took her hands, let her sink down in the water a bit then pulled her up and into the canoe.
"You've done that before," she said.
"Not with anyone as pretty as you," I replied.
"Thank you kind sir," she replied.
"Thank you, and by the way, my name is Amos," I replied.
"I know Amos, my name is Rachael," she answered.
"You know my name but I don't know yours," I replied.
"You know my parents, they live around the point from you, Bob and Jean McCullough," she replied.
"I didn't know they had a daughter," I replied.
"I have been away at college, this is my first time up here," she replied.
"Are your mom and dad still here"? I asked.
"No, just me, Daddy had some business that he could not put off so they left day before yesterday," she replied.
"How long are you planning to stay"?
"I was going home today but now I don't know." she replied.
"What changed your mind"? I ask.
"You." she replied.
She was dressed the same way she was yesterday, naked as the day she was born and was even more beautiful as she sat facing me on the center seat of the canoe. This was the first time I had the opportunity to really get a good look at her and realized I was looking at a young women that was hardly out of her teens or maybe not even. She sat with her legs slightly parted giving me only a hint of the treasure that lay beyond. On a scale from one to ten she was a 10, the blessing of youth.
"Me"?
"Yes Amos, I liked what I found yesterday and came looking for more," she replied.
