Some said that it was the warmest summer on record, so far. Others that it was as warm as temperatures recorded a couple of centuries, or more, ago. Either way and whatever you believed about global warming and the hysteria that arose from the many news reports on climate change, it was a warm night following a hot and airless day.
They found it impossible to sleep, even as they lay naked on the bed and with the bedroom window wide open.
"Come on," Bart says as he gets up. "Let's go for a swim in the lake and see if we can cool off there."
Catrin takes the hand that he offers and like him, she puts on something cool. Bart slips on boxer shorts and she slips into one of his tank tops that is much too long for her and its lack of sleeves, and cut at the front, offering scant cover for her breasts. At least it reaches down to mid-thigh and no one's going to be about, at this time of the night, to see or say anything to them.
Bart's going to be the last one to complain about seeing her scantily clothed, attempts at intimacy, earlier in the evening, too much to endure because of the heat of their bodies and the stilled air.
Once at the sandy shore of the lake, set in the crook of the forested dunes, they shrug off what they're wearing. It's a bright and moonlit night, with not a cloud in the sky, and the lake's surface shimmers like a silver carpet.
Even under the moonlight, Catrin does not miss that her husband has an erection. She sees him smile as her hands trail over her breasts and one brushes down over the soft curve of her belly and touches her shaved pussy.
"Come here, be with me," he asks, lovingly, and lies down on the sheet that has been brought along. "Woman, that feels so good and cool!"
She does as he asks and soon settles down on his lance of hard flesh, the domed tip sliding in easily, her back to him before Bart lies down.
"I know...it always does!" she groans, feeling his prick against her G-spot. She's overcome by the sudden rush of arousal and lust and squirms on him as Bart begins to finger her, to part her pussy's lips. Over and over again, she shudders with pleasure so intense that she lifts away from him only to fall back down.
Her pussy's walls grip around his wonderful staff and everything she feels has been brought on by Bart simply being in her love hole. He lifts her on him, slipping deeper and then easing out. He does not prevent her from sitting up and she begins to take him in her practised and demanding ways.
"Aiee...aiee!" she pants as he finds her and she succumbs to wave after wave of pleasure. Her body soon trembles, her breaths sharpen and quicken, and she climaxes, feeling also Bart's penis leap and spurt warming darts of his semen into her shuddering body. "I'll be too tired for any swimming if you take me like that!"
"Give it a moment or two, then we'll see."
She lies back against his chest and Bart raises his legs between her thighs so that she remains impaled upon him, his hands trailing caresses over her splayed breasts and down over her tummy.
"You always do it for me, darling woman," he says, kissing her shoulders and keeping Catrin in his embrace. "We'll go for a swim and cool off, shall we? It's why we came here, after all."
"Oh sure!" she laughs and eases off him. "Don't leave me to swim on my own, will you? It's nice to be here but I still want to be sure you're near."
They swim and frolic, embrace and kiss, Catrin clinging to him with her arms and legs wrapped around Bart's body until she says she's cooled down. He takes her back to the sheet they have lain on and spoon. They fall asleep, at last.
The early morning light wakes Bart and he coaxes her to move and get dressed, each of them reluctant to go home and leave this special place that they have thought of as their own.
"The kids would wonder or ask what possessed us," Bart chuckles as they make their way through the pine woods and to the path that will take them to their uber-modern architect-designed home on the outskirts of the village.
"Kids...kids!" she scoffs with a soft and disbelieving laugh. "They're in their thirties, darling, and probably do, what we've just done, all the time. They would only wonder why we're still so adventurous."
"Nothing's changed over the years of our marriage, has it?" he replies. "Now, my only hope is that you'll let me get some rest."
♥
Catrin remembers with great fondness that night under the stars and in the moonlight. The weather is still hot, but at night there is a breeze off the North Sea, and that makes sleep so much easier. Bart can return to his conventional ways of pursuing her in bed.
They still walk, or cycle, through the forest and pass the lake. Curiosity gets the better of both of them and they want to see what types of people visit the nudist beach nearby. They have to be brave at exposing themselves to so many others as the place is packed every weekend when the sun is out, or it's warm enough to pose and bask and for others to see them.
So far, neither of them has been brave enough to attempt it. But she and Bart have other ways to get the same thrills as those who want to be in the nude.
It was on a bright day, they decided to cycle past the entrance to the nudist area, she wore a miniskirt and thong, along with a halter-neck blouse that she cut down so that her tummy was exposed along with the undersides of her breasts.
"It's a fine day!" she calls out to the fishermen that they meet as they cycle past the lake, their faces falling as they see her dressed the way she is. It turns Bart on to see other men looking at her and she knows what they'll get up to when they're back at home.
It's no way for people of their age to behave, some prudes would say, but why the hell not? Besides, she has no doubts that the fishermen have had a moment's thrill. Their dicks will have gone hard just from seeing her dressed the way she is and leaving little for them to imagine of her and what she brings to her man, Bart.
It's just as well that he is into these antics of hers and has his ways of 'teasing' those that they pass on the cycle ways through the forest or duneland, the lake, and the sea never far off their chosen paths.
And so, it is on a midweek day and in the autumn when the paths are quieter and only retired people or those taking a day's break from work are encountered by the lake. The sky is darkening and with few people about, Bart strips off behind some bushes, hangs his clothes on them, and sprints to the edge of the lake before he dives in.
"Come on, Catrin! What's keeping you?" Bart calls out after he has broken the surface and stands waiting for her, hands on hips and the water up to his waist.
"Soon!" she calls back, yet she is aware of a couple lying on a blanket nearby, spooning as far as she can tell. But the young woman's face revealed that she is on the verge of an orgasm, the guy poking her having a hand on her breasts and the other sliding over her slit and keeping them joined.
Catrin dives a hand into her pussy and presses into it as she continues to watch the couple as if at a peep show. Brazenly, the young woman grins; the guy taking his woman gives her a thumbs up.
