Chapter 4: What Weekend! (Part 2)
I just declared my love for my daughter-in-law, and my desire to live with her in the open without hiding our relationship from her five-year-old daughter (my only granddaughter), my son or my ex-wife. Tatiana wanted the same things I wanted, but we knew it would take some planning and luck to keep my vindictive ex-wife from creating trouble for us.
We came to this conclusion as we shared a wonderful walk in one of the dozens of parks and miles of walking trails that lined the North Shore of Lake Superior. We were by no means alone; it was, after all the Independence Day weekend. In the midst of the crowds, we shared our desire to have a long-term commitment to each other. At this moment of elation, I desperately needed to kiss her and feel her naked breasts under her shirt, so I started to look for some privacy.
The Friday of the Fourth of July weekend is not the time to find privacy on any of the State walking and hiking trails so we gave up and walked hand in hand instead. We took hundreds of pictures of the scenery and of each other. We wanted some pictures of the two of us together, so I asked a woman who was older than I was to take a photo of us. After she handed the camera back to me, I looked at the pictures she took; she was an excellent photographer.
She introduced herself as Emily and told us what a wonderful couple we were. "My husband was much older than me, and we had such a wonderful life for 30 years. He was a terrific lover and made me feel like a queen. The boys my age just didn't measure up."
Tatiana answered as though they had been friends for years. "That certainly describes Denny. He does things to me and makes me feel so good in so many ways."
The woman winked at me. "So, you really curl her toes, do you?"
Tatiana burst out laughing. "He certainly does. Is your husband here?"
"No. He died about five years ago after giving me two wonderful children and a wonderful life. He proposed to me 35 years ago on the Fourth of July near that bench right over there." She pointed to the bench on which Tatiana and I sat an hour before. "I come back here every year to relive the memories. You two take care." She took Tatiana's hand. "I am very glad to meet someone who has the common sense to fall for an older man. You will never regret it."
Emily turned, walked to the bench and sat, staring at the falls. A look came over her; it was not a look of loneliness or sadness, but a look of a woman who was contented with her life and, if given the chance, would do nothing differently.
Tatiana slipped her arm through mine and smiled. "Well, Emily seems to think we make a good couple, so that's something."
We spent more time walking the trails around the falls and headed to the car at about 1:00. We drove towards the Split Rock Lighthouse, but stopped for lunch first. We spent more time holding hands over the table. We talked about how we could bring our relationship into the open, but no solution came to mind.
The one thing on which we both agreed was that we were getting tired and wanted each other. After a long lunch, we took in a few more sites and then headed back to the lodge. I stopped at a grocery/liquor store and got some supplies and some wine so we would not have to get out of bed if we did not want to. I also bought some steaks to put on the grill.
We entered our cabin and Tatiana went straight to the deck, shedding her clothes as she went. I opened the wine and joined her on the deck with the bottle and two glasses. She was standing against the railing, looking out over the lake with her arms in the air. I poured the wine and walked up to her and gave her one of the glasses. We clicked our glasses together and I asked her what she was thinking.
"I am just so happy. I know that I do not need validation, but I enjoyed listening to Emily about how happy she was with the choices she made in life. Now, please get naked."
I stripped of my clothes and she guided me to the chaise lounge. She straddled the lounge chair and sat on my thighs with her glistening pussy and ample lips touching my engorged cock. As we talked and drank wine, Tatiana rocked back and forth, as my cock slipped through her pussy lips, which were becoming wet from the combination of my pre-cum and her own juices. She squirmed and rotated her pelvis while she held the glass of wine in her hand. Try as she might, she could not get my cock to slip into her pussy.
"Fuck it!" She set the glass on the table, stood up slightly and stuck my penis into her snatch. She sat on it, driving it in to the hilt and reached for her wine. She swayed back and forth, as we talked about the scenery and about putting our relationship out in the open. She sipped on her wine while she drove my cock further and deeper into her body.
"This really feels good. I could sit here all day." She continued to rock back and forth, almost as if she was trying to scratch an itch.
"You're acting like you have ants in your pants. Why don't I just make you cum?"
"No, this just feels so damn good. I'm almost there."
Her conversation stopped and she focused on the feelings emanating from between her legs. Moans, groans and guttural noises replaced her complete sentences. Instead of looking at me, her eyes rolled back in her head. She put her hands on my chest and used the extra leverage to aggressively grind her pelvis against mine. Her muscles tightened against my cock and I knew that her orgasm was imminent. Her movements increased in speed and intensity and soon her back straightened and she let out a low moan.
I did not cum; I was content to submit myself to her as a flesh and blood dildo.
She collapsed on my chest and when her breathing came back to normal, she kissed me and I reached down and cupped her tits. "Feel better?"
"Yes, I do. That was nice...unexpected, but nice...but you didn't come."
"No, I was too busy watching you. I will get mine later."
"What makes you think you're going to get laid later?"
"I think I'll get lucky. I have a feeling you like sex, and you aren't going to pass up an opportunity to have another orgasm...and that is good for me because when you get laid, I get laid."
"You think you know me pretty well don't you? So, do you know what I want now?"
"I predict that you want a steak with sautéed onions and mushrooms, baked potato and a nice merlot."
"God, you do know me."
"I know. I'm going to pull on some shorts and fire up the grill. Are you going to stay naked and get some sun?"
"I'm going to stay naked, but I think I'll take a shower first."
After her shower, we had a nice dinner. We ate al fresco, au naturel (on the deck, naked). After dinner, we sat on the deck and watched the boats on the lake in the waning sunlight. We held hands as we sipped our wine and talked more about the future. We were making plans that extended beyond this week or this summer.
As we talked, music wafted across the compound from the main lodge.
"Hey, Tatiana, should we go to the lodge and go dancing?"
"That sounds like fun. Do you want me to dress casual or sexy?"
"Hmm, what have you got that is sexy?"
"I think I can put something together. You get in the shower and I will see what I can find."
I got into the shower and as I lathered up, my cock got hard as a rock. I had still not gotten relief after Tatiana used me like a dildo before dinner. I contemplated jacking off, but decided that doing so would be stupid when I had a sexy woman with a luscious pussy waiting for me later that night.
I got out, dried off, shaved and dressed in khaki shorts, button shirt and docksiders. Tatiana wore a short, short blue skirt with a white, tight tank top. She wore no bra and a tiny thong.
We walked to the lodge and into the bar. A local band was playing a mix of Rock n' Roll, Country and some ballroom and Latin dance music. I ordered a beer and Tatiana a screwdriver. We hit the dance floor and did some twirls, flips and other moves that gave some of the lucky patrons a glimpse of her cute ass. Like the Summer Solstice Ball, her dance card was full, but unlike at the Ball, she only danced with me. After we were there for about an hour, the band took a break and she looked deeply into my eyes.
"Denny, I love you so much. Every time I look into your eyes, I get a tingle between my legs." She touched my leg and lightly moved her fingers up and down my thigh. The action was not sexual, but my body responded as though it were.
We sat through the next set and danced a couple of times, but the noise was getting to me, so we moved out onto the outdoor patio, held hands and talked. When the band took their next break, Tatiana leaned over and asked me if I was ready to get lucky. "I am so horny right now. If we wait any longer, I will take you right here and right now. Touch my pussy and see how wet I am."
I slid my hand up her thigh and was surprised how damp her panties were. While my hand was still on her hot pussy, I signaled the waitress, paid the check and we walked back to the cabin. It was a warm evening and the moon was not up yet, but the crickets were active. In the soft light of the walkway, I could see that Tatiana's skin was glistening with perspiration but I could not tell if it was from the heat of the evening or the heat of passion. She took my arm, wrapped it around herself, and placed my hand on her breast. Her nipple was nearly as hard as my cock got in anticipation of being buried in her steamy pussy. I looked at the path ahead, and the cabin seemed like it was a mile away. I tried not to rush, but it was no use. I was as horny as a teenager was on prom night.
As soon as we closed the door behind us, she turned and frantically unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it off my shoulders and onto the floor. I lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor with my shirt. I took her into my arms and felt her rigid nipples against my chest. I kissed her neck and ears, and then kissed her passionately on her lips. We made our way up the stairs to the bedroom and fell on the bed. We were topless and horny, but at that moment, all I wanted to do was taste the sweetness of her mouth and lips.
She rolled on top of me and sat up. She looked down at me, but said nothing. She ran her fingers through my chest hair, and it seemed like she was getting teary eyed. She tilted her head slightly and seemed to be staring at me.
