This story is a fantasy featuring mostly heterosexual female on male sexual encounters, some FFM, mostly older participants a tiny bit of watersports. Any similarities to real persons is unintentional. All characters are of age and consenting. This is a long read, not a quickie. Slow build to, hopefully, a good payoff. Reflects the author's preferences and proclivities. Not for everyone. Enjoy. If not, thanks for giving me a try; there are many other great stories and authors to enjoy here.
Might be good to read the previous stories for context: Samantha from my past -- the bike, the boat, the bar and the run.
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After Samantha left my house to jog back around the lake to her resort, I cleaned up the kitchen and carpet where our fluids had spilled and smeared -- admittedly mostly mine. Then I ate some of the breakfast that I'd laid out for the two of us and put the rest away. Had another coffee. Then I went out to the pool deck and sat on a lounger in the shade, looking out at the sparkling water. Resting my body.
I hadn't had my cock in a pussy for many years. Long before my wife's illness and eventual passing. Since her death, I'd been alone, and had no sexual encounters with anyone, until Samantha had appeared in my small town a few days ago. Since then, I'd had four intense experiences with her. Like nothing I'd ever encountered before. Her fitness, beauty, raw sexuality and drive had enraptured me. In a day or so, her visit to my lakeside town would end, and she'd be off back to Seattle and her life in the city. My groin was sore from the intense sex we'd shared. I had been sucked, masturbated, licked, grinded on and finally fucked. We'd covered each other in our juices and I'd sprayed her inside and out with my copious loads. We'd sexted, kissed, showered together, and we hadn't even shared a meal together, or been on a proper date. Hadn't even talked much about our lives. It was the most unusual relationship I'd ever been in, and she was already IN a relationship. Admittedly, that sounded like it was falling apart. But it was hard to know where I stood.
Clearly she enjoyed sex with me, and I with her. But this could be fleeting. We had separate lives. We shared some distant friends back in the city, but our lives were very different. She had adult children whose lives she was actively involved in. An ex-husband likely also involved in their kids lives. A busy social life. I had no-one. We were both retired, but I spent a lot of time up here at the lake, four hours from the city. My house in Magnolia sat quiet and unoccupied a lot of the time. I even thought I might rent it out one day. But I wasn't ready for that. It still held too many memories for me. My wife's old SUV still sat in the garage there. Waiting for me to do something about it.
So here I sat, still tingling from our raw fucking in my kitchen, wondering what was next. She awoke something in me. Pushing a lot of my buttons, in a good way. She'd drawn out some of my fetishes, ones that I didn't know I had. She said she loved the taste of my cum. Drank it from me. I could bury my face in her pussy, it turned me on so much. I loved how she dressed, how her body looked, her shape, her scent, her commitment to fitness and keeping herself trim and fit. I loved how she had aged, gracefully and with good humor, happy with herself. She was comfortable with herself and her body. It's folds and wrinkles, softness and dimples. Brave and bold with her sexuality. Uninhibited, but not crassly. Comfortable with her aging. Careful with her appearance. From what I'd seen on social media, she posted thoughtfully, sparingly and tastefully. No ranting or whining. No classic boomer gaffes. Just fun, interesting and worthy experiences. She was outdoorsy, more than me. Avid hiker, skier, snowshoer, kayaker. All things she had done with her ex, and kept doing after her lengthy marriage had failed.
Maybe there was a future for us. I didn't know. But I was sure enjoying the present.
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The next day came in overcast. Cloud cover dropped the temperature significantly and there was even a short spatter of rain. It was still comfortable outside, so after my breakfast, I decided to skim and vacuum the pool. I'd not heard from Sam since she left after our morning tryst at my kitchen island the day before. I presumed she was busy the rest of that day with activities involving her group of girl-friends, all of whom had joined her up here at the lake for a friend's sixtieth celebration. I knew they were all leaving either that evening or the next day. Sam's boyfriend, the suspicious and unpleasant Jeff, was driving a few of the friends back to the city. He'd brought them up separately from Sam, providing taxi service as a favor. She'd come up a few days early to ride her road bike, which is where I'd run into her. I didn't know if Sam was staying after the weekend to do some more bike riding before she went home, or if she was going to leave with the rest of them. I figured she'd reach out to me when she felt it was right, so I left her alone.
After cleaning the pool, I swept the pool deck and did some light housekeeping. I laundered all the towels that were in the boat, including one extremely crunchy one -- the one she'd used to wipe the pools of cum off me -- and the boat -- after our intense sexual workout a couple of days before.
Around midday I was putting some of these towels into the dryer when I saw out the window that the sun was out again. The clouds had passed through and it looked like it was heating up.
While the towels thumped and tumbled in the dryer, I went out to the pool deck and checked the thermometer. In the sun it was already almost ninety. The pool was eighty four. The breeze that had blown the clouds away was high. At ground level, the air was almost still. Unusually, the light rain storm had not left cooler temperatures behind it. It was close and humid, which is rare in the lake valley. Our climate was usually dry, lending itself to the Washington state apple orchards and vineyards around the town. It would be nice to swim in the pool later.
My phone pinged and buzzed in my pocket. My neighbor Dave inviting me down to his dock for a beer. Needed help removing a seat from his boat, which was the ulterior motive. I was happy to oblige. I locked up the house and walked down to the water to his place. His kids were still at school. He worked from home. Enjoyed looking out at his lakeside beach from his office in the house. An enviable view from his desk. I helped him with the heavy driver's seat, which he was removing to have one put in that had adjustable sliders. His boat, like mine, was older. His was a nineties Mastercraft with a flat wake for perfect slalom skiing. We were standing on the dock, the old boat seat at our feet, sipping cold beers and exchanging water-skiing stories when Dave pointed over my head, behind me.
"Someone's in your driveway."
I turned around and looked up the hill, the block or so. My driveway, and part of the front of my house, was visible from Dave's wharf. There was a white car in my driveway. Not one that I recognized, but it was far enough away to be unrecognizable. Didn't look like a delivery driver. I patted my shorts. Rats. My phone was sitting on my kitchen counter where I'd left it after reading Dave's message. So I couldn't open my Ring camera app and look through its lens.
"I guess I'd better go see." I clunked my can to his with a gestured 'cheers', and thanked him for the beer. He thanked me for the help. I took the beer and trudged up the steep hill to my house, sipping as I went.
As I got closer to my house, I could see two figures standing in the shade near my front door. One looking down at a phone. The car was a small Mercedes two-door. It had a bike rack on the trunk and a familiar white roadbike on it.
Samantha.
As I got closer, I called out. "Hey," holding my beer in the air.
The two figures turned and, after a moment's recognition, waved. One taller than the other. Two women. Samantha and her friend Anne. In my driveway.
"Heeyyy," called Samantha as I approached. Clocked the beer. "Starting early?" Laughter from two of them.
I approached them, entering the shade of the house and removing my sunglasses. Samantha came forward for a hug. Cool, perfect makeup. Hair pulled back, dressed in a pale green sundress that hugged her. Feeling her breasts on my chest brought vivid flashes to my brain. My cum on her chest. Gently caressing her nipples as we showered together, running a soapy washcloth over her small tits.
We broke apart and Anne surprised me by coming in for a hug. We'd only met once, on the boat a few days earlier. She was a stunner. Taller than Samantha. Cream-colored capris painted on her long legs, tight black sleeveless top bulging with her impressive chest. I gave her a chaste and gentle squeeze with one arm around her, the other hand holding my beer clear of her spotless clothes. Samantha had already told me that Anne "thought I was hot" when she had met me on my boat a couple of days ago. They seemed like they were great friends, but I didn't want Sam to think anything of that innocent hug. You just never knew.
"Not responding to my texts?" Samantha asked with gentle mocking.
"Sorry, phone on the kitchen counter." I gestured toward the house. "Was down at the neighbors when we saw your car in the driveway."
