Chapter Four
Wrestling between thoughts of what his wife might be having about him, renewed carnal interest in his first cousin Julie and where in the hell he'd last fucked Sheri at the lake, Adam was a busy man - mentally. The miles disappeared behind him without notice and before he realized he approached the first turn off for the lake. He hated the lost periods of time heavy thinking caused. It never ceased to amaze him how he could travel so far -- without accident -- and miss so much. He focused on the, one, truly important thought, where, as he slowed down unsure if he should turn in.
It was only then, sitting at a full stop in the middle of Clarksgrove Road, that he realized the moon was full. Brilliant moon light created stark shadows and illuminated his dash. "Full moon-waterfall, the fire!" He shouted out and drove away, suddenly knowing the spot where he and Sheri had gone. It all came back, as he sped off towards the last (or first, depending which way you were headed) in drive for the lake. The lake was natural, fed by a small waterfall at its head. It was at this location that he and Sheri had ended up that night. They had been at a party. The drive home led to one thing and then another. Adam had taken the first road towards the lake, not having been down it before, and they were both surprised at what they found.
A few miles down the paved county road, Adam slowed again and made the left turn onto the small gravel road. He grew anxious, excited almost, as he headed down the moon light mottled road. The night air turned heavy, damp with lake water smell. The clammy night air turned Adam's feeling of anxiety into fear, as he approached the small campgrounds. He pulled into the fence railed parking area and shut down the car. Turning off the headlights, Adam's eyes spotted, camera flash blinded. He cursed silently and waited for his eyes to adjust, closing and opening them several times. Finally, able to see by the shafts of moon light, Adam exited the car.
The interior dome light came on immediately when he opened the door, creating another period of adjustment, after closing the car door. No longer hearing the wind rush by his open car window, or the engine noise, the night silence seemed almost deafening to him. Gradually the sounds of crickets, frogs and other unseen and unknown night creatures came to his ears. Off in the distance he heard the waterfall, a constant splash of river fed water into the lake, sounding soft and inviting. Adam moved away from the car, heading towards the picnic grounds, after making out what he thought was a table. He walked full force into the auto guardrails and slammed his right shin hard. "Yeoow! God damn it!" He yelled out to the night.
Crawling over the double railing, Adam chose a zigzag, sort of, path using moon light shafts as markers, making his way. "Jesus Julie why here? Julie...I'm here, so what the fuck?" He yelled out. His voice interrupted the night creatures. There was no reply. Adam sat down on top of the first picnic table, feeling exhausted. A few moments passed, as he sat rubbing his sore shin. The light night breeze brought the sound of someone talking -- it was faint, down by the lake. He hadn't really noticed before but, there off in the distance, he thought he saw a small yellow-orange glow. 'A fire?' He questioned silently and stood up to investigate.
Carefully and slower this time, he approached, picking his way through the campgrounds, as he listened to the words growing louder. Every step closer convinced him it was Julie's voice. "...Sheri, did I ever tell you dear ole Adam is a yellow rain connoisseur?"
Adam stopped his advance, suddenly short of breath. He hadn't heard a reply to Julie's question. Silent and straining, even harder, to hear, he cupped a hand to his right ear.
"Oh yeah, he really is! We were at a lake one day. You know, I was sun bathing, nude of course, and Adam was dickin' around in the water. Next thing I know, he's standing over me, peeing! God it was weird. It ran down my back and into my butt crack. Well, I turned over and grabbed him - the fight was on, let me tell you! Next thing I know, I'm lying on top of him -- 69 style -- sucking his dick and he's got is nose buried in my pussy, licking my clit for all he's worth. That's when I did it -- I let go! Damn near drowned him until he caught up. Yup, you got it - gulping like crazy trying not to choke! He's loved it ever since...You guys ever do that at all?"
Adam groaned, dropped his hand and his head. Julie may have been right but he felt certain she had just placed the final nail in his coffin. Adam prayed for a swift ending to his life and Julie's torment. It was prayer that was not to be answered. Steeling himself, Adam pressed on wondering what, in God's name, his defense could ever be. He was certain his fate was sealed; the paper of damnation placed in an envelope and glued shut with a blob of wax - the devil's seal stamped into it. In his mind, Sheri held it and waited for him to emerge from the wooded picnic area. Adam could not have been more wrong.
"God damn it Julie -- Sheri, I can explain..." Adam cried out, just as he burst from the picnic area and went silent seeing no one. There was small fire but, nothing else. No Sheri, no Julie, just a recorder sitting on a rock near the fire. As Adam approached, he could hear the hiss of the tape, the recorder was still running. He bent to pick it up, determined on tossing it into the lake, when Julie's voice suddenly came back on.
"I wouldn't Adam...I know you and you're just about to toss the recorder -- aren't you?"
Adam yelled, dropping the recorder as if he'd picked up a snake. Julie went on talking, although it was muffled sounding. The recorder lay on its face, sand covering the speaker holes. After regaining his composure, Adam again picked it up.
"...so like I was saying, she doesn't know everything -- yet. Say how's your bladder anyway? Gotta pee yet? If not, I bet you're getting close huh? Don't, not until I tell you to. So, here's the deal my perverted cousin, between the fire and the lake you'll find a small beach bag, put your clothes in it, I assume you dressed at the house. I think you need a swim Adam -- cool off, you know? Oh and don't fucking pee in the lake -- it's not sanitary!"
The recording ended, with a small click and Adam swore. He tossed the recorder back to the sand. "Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Reluctantly, he went to find the bag. A few minutes later, Adam stood naked at the waters edge, feeling its temperature with his toes. The water felt warmer than the night air but still he shivered thinking about getting in. He had to, knowing he had no other option. He took a quick glance, back, towards the bag he'd tossed by the fire and then with several large, leaping, bounds dove head first into the lake.
"Holy Shit!" Adam screamed out, before the lake water took the last of his breath away, when he surfaced. The urge to urinate came quickly, as Adam threaded water wondering how long he was suppose to stay in. His rapid breathing calmed some after a few moments and so did the urge. He swam around scanning the beach. She was out there somewhere, watching, he just knew it. Anger built up inside him, once again. Nasty, torturous, things came to mind and all he wanted to do was get his hands on his dear cousin -- Julie. After, twenty minutes, he'd had enough and swam towards the shoreline, no matter the consequences he was getting out.
Adam was stunned when he arrived back at the fire, dripping wet and shivering. The bag was gone and on the opposite side, away from the lake, laid a woman. A very naked, well built woman. She said nothing. Her legs spread wide, just as Julie's had been that day at the lake. Jerking his head away from the beauty laying on the sand, Adam searched for Julie. 'How? How had she taken the bag - and the woman -- how, in the hell, did she get here without my seeing?' He thought to him self. Once again, the game seemed obvious. Drinking the large pitcher of water, warned not to pee, a woman lying naked on the beach, it all added up to Adam and he realized exactly what Julie wanted.
Adam tarried, warming himself next to the fire, before taking tentative steps towards the woman. He straddled her body with his feet and stood over her looking down at her long blonde hair tied off into two ponytails. Her breasts pressed out on either side of her chest, giving Adam the same view he'd had of Julie that day. Her back muscles rippled slightly as she moved without a sound. Her buttocks scrunched and released and Adam's eyes went to the exposed lips of her vulva. Flared, glowing pinkish-red from fire light, their smooth bareness excited him, even in his anger. The urge to pee came on strong and Adam gripped his penis, closing his eyes.
Adam's hot stream hit the woman between the shoulder blades and she jumped to her elbows, crying out in mock surprise. Adam's eyes snapped open. Unable to stop, he too jumped and damn near fell backwards when she snapped her head around, smiling at him. Speechless, Adam continued to pee, the stream now making loud sputtering, pooling, sounds in the woman's ass crack. She slowly turned over and reached for Adam's cock, pushing his finger away. Her smile turned to soft laughter, as she aimed his stream for her mouth. Petrified, Adam shivered hard like most men do finishing a piss, sending the last short bursts into the woman's mouth and onto her chin.
Unsure of what to do next, Adam stepped over the woman's back, closing his stance. She maintained her grip on him and without speaking, tugged his cock downward making Adam drop to the sand. "Your turn?" Adam said sheepishly, recalling that day so long ago. The woman nodded, as Adam dropped to his back on the sand.
Her breasts swayed deliciously above his head as she moved into position. Full, firm and natural, they sported eraser like nipples, although no way near as large as Julie's he thought. They were hard and jutting out. The woman moved to straddle his head and pin his arms to the sand with her legs. Her flared labia, just above his mouth, was within tongues reach he thought but dared not. Adam felt the heat of the small fire on his legs and his penis lengthened, stiffening to the sights and smell of this stranger. Her clitoris was poking out at the start of her slit, pointing at the wet, soft, ribbons of tissue -- her inner folds. Adam closed his eyes, groaning, just as he saw her flex and relax, starting to pee. The sexual rush of so many years ago came back to Adam and like a hungry baby bird he gobbled up her hot offering. Apparently satisfied Adam wasn't going to move, the woman slid back and finished her business by soaking Adam's stiff shaft and balls.
