Author's Intro.
This is the fifth installment of the continuing story of Michael and Diane's romance. All characters are over 18 and consenting adults.
As with the last couple of chapters, this may not seem to fit into the Mature category. However, as I have previously explained, I am looking at the thrust of the whole story, instead of each individual chapter. This chapter might fit into the Group category, although it isn't really a group sex setting, but more of swapping, if it even fits that. Mature seems to be the best, so that is where I have placed it.
In case you have come to this story without reading the previous chapters, you will run into the letters, PTAD. This stands for Pussy, Tits, Ass and Dick.
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You Are My Home, discovery and games
Diane and Michael started out to find his family's land early on Thursday morning. Diane packed a picnic lunch in case they got hungry and decided to spend some time at the land.
Following the directions that Diane had obtained, they found the property after about a forty minute drive. It wasn't that far as the crow flies, but with all the twisting, winding and rough roads they had to navigate, it took longer than expected.
The dirt road that led to the property came to a dead end on the property, which meant that there weren't any other houses above them. They also noticed some old, faded signs that you could barely read, "Private Property" and "No Trespassing". Michael of course said those will need to be replaced.
From the property map, it appeared that the land wrapped around a small finger of the lake in a horseshoe. This finger of the lake obviously used to be a small valley. This was great news, which meant that there wouldn't be any other homes overlooking their area of the lake. This would afford them a great degree of privacy.
The entrance to the finger from the lake was only about forty yards across. This was a rather small entrance for such a huge lake. Of course, anyone had the right to come into the small finger to fish or swim, but the property surrounding the finger was all his family's private property.
The couple found an overgrown path, a road of sorts, that ran from the dirt road right down to the water. It could be cut and landscaped so that it would be easily accessible. A gate could also be erected to provided an added measure of security.
They walked down the overgrown path down to the water's edge. Since the lake was man-made, the beach consisted of small gravel, not sand. It was littered with driftwood and some debris. It appeared that no one had been there in a while or was keeping it maintained.
Just above the beach area, about twenty yards and behind a line of trees and shrubs, was a relatively flat clearing, which seemed perfect for camping. It was also overgrown in areas, but could easily be landscaped.
As Diane had done some research about the property and the rules of the lake, she discovered that the beach area up to the waterline was actually state property. This meant that the graveled beach belonged to the state, but could still be used for recreational purposes by anyone. Past the waterline, they could post private property signs, so that a clear distinction could be made.
They took a couple of hours and walked the rest of the property. They found the old homestead, where his great, great grandfather who fought in the Civil War for the Union, had lived. Of course, the house was long gone, but you could still make out where the buildings used to be. It was a rather nostalgic time for Michael, to see where his ancestors used to live, walk and work. Of course, back then there was no lake. It was a recent creation of the state, built in the mid-sixties.
They decided to go back to the clearing, spread their blanket and have some lunch.
Michael retrieved the lunch basket and blanket from the car, and returned to Diane who was waiting in the clearing.
Michael had the passing thought of christening the land with some nice outdoor sex, but wasn't so sure. There were too many unknowns and wasn't sure if Diane would think it was a good idea.
When he got back to the clearing, he found Diane had removed all of her clothes, hung them on the limb of a tree and was calmly walking around nude.
Michael blurted out, "Diane, what the hell! We don't know who could be around here!"
She calmly walked over to him, took the blanket from him, turned her back to him, bent over exposing her backside and spread the blanket out on an area that she had cleared of any debris, stones and sticks.
Then she said, "Michael, stay calm. The road is close enough that we can hear a car coming down the road. We are close enough to the water, that we can hear any approaching boats. There are no houses around that have a view of this area, so I don't see the problem. Don't you want to christen the land with some good, old-fashion outdoor sex?"
"Actually, it had crossed my mind, but I just wasn't sure how safe it would be." He replied.
She reached down for his hand, and placed it between her legs. She was already wet. Michael slipped a finger inside her wet pussy, locked his mouth on hers. She then began to undo his pants and released his growing dick.
Within forty minutes, they had christened the land with their first fuck on it. Afterwards, at Michael's insistence, they put their clothes back on and ate their lunch.
They then began to make plans on how to landscape the road leading to the water and the clearing. These would be the two main areas they would concentrate on first.
Diane said that she knew of a really good landscaping company they could hire to do all the work. They were elated about the prospects of the land and the fun they could have out there.
It was getting close to one in the afternoon, so Diane suggested they make their way back to town. She had some things at the office to take care of.
So with a plan for the land, they returned to town, and began to put their plan into motion.
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Saturday Evening
The time of the anticipated get together of the whole PTAD club had arrived.
It was almost five in the afternoon, and Michael was on the deck tending the burgers. Diane was busy in the kitchen with last minute preparations.
Sandy arrived first, and rang the door bell. Diane dried her hands, and quickly made her way to the front door.
Sandy walked through the door, hugged and kissed Diane, then remarked, "I have been waiting for this evening all week. I am so glad it's finally here!"
Diane replied, "I am too! I think that we are going to have some fun tonight!"
Diane noticed that Sandy was wearing a short jean skirt, with a t-shirt that had the word, 'Hottie' spelled out in different colored sequins. It was also obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Sandy's nipples were about to cut through the thin t-shirt material.
Diane commented on her attire, saying, "Wow! You do look like a hottie!"
Sandy remarked as she lifted the front of her skirt, "Thanks, and look ma, no panties!" She continued and explained, "I didn't want to have to deal with wet panties, and I didn't know how long I would have to have them on, so I just opted for none. You don't mind, do you?"
With her right hand, Diane reached down under Sandy's skirt, and ran a finger along the folds of Sandy's labia. She then remarked, "You are already pretty moist." Then removing her hand, she placed her finger in her mouth, and added, "We are going to have some PTAD fun tonight, girl!"
Sandy replied, "We damn sure better, cause I need it!"
Diane looked outside and saw Christy pulling up in the drive. "Good! The gangs all here now! You greet Christy and I'll see where we are on the burgers."
