“So?” Jason asked as he rolled up at the bottom of the drive on his mountain bike.
Robert held up his phone, showing the message from his older brother with two specifically capitalized words in an otherwise innocuous message — care package.
“Sweet. Let’s roll.”
The pair set out on the gravel road, riding even deeper into the middle of nowhere. Living out in the country certainly had its disadvantages, but there were a few things that helped offset the boredom and inconvenience. One of them was the lack of prying eyes.
Out of sight of Robert’s house and that of their nearest neighbor, the two laid their bikes down in the tall grass off the side of the road. From there, they hiked a short distance back into the trees.
They moved unerringly toward a spot near a huge pecan tree, having visited many times before. There, they brushed away the leaves to reveal the weathered plastic lid of a cooler that had been buried there for longer than either of them had been alive. Inside, they found the care package from Robert’s brother — six beers sitting in a bucket of melting ice.
“Bud Light,” Jason said. “Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“No shit,” Robert agreed as he pulled off his backpack. Four of the beers went into a lunchbox with some ice packs, while the other two had to ride loose. Meanwhile, Jason pulled out the bucket and dumped it. As soon as the cache was hidden again, the two friends returned to their bikes.
Even more cautious with their illicit cargo on board, they rode farther down the county road toward where it dead-ended. As always, there were a few tense moments as they passed the long drive leading to Ms. Lake’s house. She was his mom’s best friend. Fortunately, they saw no sign of her on the drive, and with the thick summer growth, it was almost impossible for her to have seen them from the house.
The gravel grew less dense the farther they rode, and weeds popped up in the center of the road. When they turned the next corner, the road was nothing more than two hard-packed dirt tracks leading toward an old barn and their destination — the pond.
The tall grass once again provided cover as they walked down to the one spot along the shore devoid of cattails. The bluegills were going crazy, snapping at bugs on the surface. Not so long ago, it would have prompted them to open their tackle boxes and tie on poppers. Today, they had a far different diversion in mind, and popped open beers instead.
Jason downed his first before it had time to get warm. Robert was right there with him, and they crushed their cans at the same time.
A cold beer wasn’t enough to counteract the heat and humidity of the day, though. Rob wiped his brow before the sweat could drip down into his eyes, and then kicked off his shoes. In a few seconds, he and Jason had both stripped down to their shorts.
There was a reason for the trampled trail through the weeds and the lack of cattails along the narrow patch of shore. Robert took the lead, jogging back up the hill a short distance with his friend at his side.
“Stakes?” Robert asked as they turned to face the pond again.
“Loser buys the next pizza?”
“You go first.”
Rob chuckled and took off running. At the bottom of the hill, he jumped and sailed out over the water, coming down a respectable distance from shore. The water felt good, though it wasn’t really cool. The pond was only about six feet deep, so the sun kept it fairly warm. He turned and floated sideways as his friend started down the hill.
Jason realized his error and tried to stutter-step to correct, but it was too late. His foot hit the slippery dirt where the water lapped against the shore, and down he went with arms and legs flailing. Robert flinched as his friend belly-flopped into the water.
A second later, he burst out into laughter when Jason stood up. Half of his face and his arms up to the elbows were covered in the slimy black muck from the bottom of the pond. He was still cracking up when Jason dunked his head to wash the stuff off his face.
“Ten for sticking that landing,” he said between bouts of laughter.
“Yeah, well stick this!”
Rob dived as soon as he saw his friend lift the handful of black scum. He swam toward the opposite shore, knowing that in the small pond it wasn’t far enough. Though he tried to dive again the moment he sucked in a breath, Jason was ready for him. The disgusting projectile caught him in the back of the head.
Back and forth they went, hurling the smelly mud at each other while trying to dodge the return fire. When both caught a near simultaneous throw in the face, Rob called, “Truce.”
Jason spit and coughed. “Truce.”
They washed off the mud, but the smell lingered. With cold beers in hand, they didn’t mind much, though. Only minutes after they left the water, the bluegill returned. The fish were too tightly packed in the small pond to let something as trivial as humans invading their territory to stop their hunt for long.
The water virtually boiled along the edges, and a few of the fish even breeched, attempting to grab bugs clinging to the leaves above the surface. It was like an episode of Air Jaws in miniature, and enthralled them as they drank their beer.
“What have we here?”
Robert knew they were busted when he heard the voice. She and his mother talked all the time, and there was no way she could have missed what was going on. He turned toward her while futilely trying to hide his beer anyway.
“Relax. I’m not going to tell your parents,” the blonde said as she walked down the trail toward them.
Rob saw her bike parked at the top of the hill and silently cursed himself for not having paid enough attention to hear her coming. At the same time, he couldn’t help but admire her. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off long, gorgeous legs, and a t-shirt that made her tits look incredible. She was the same age as his mother, but she was still hot as hell.
“Let me guess. The cooler buried by the pecan tree?” she said as she reached the edge of the pond. When both of their eyes widened in surprise, she chuckled and added, “You’re hardly the first, you know. Your uncle used to leave us beer there too, Robert.”
Caught off-guard, Rob said, “You mean, you and Mom? Uncle Walt?”
“Uh huh.” She leaned forward until she could see their poorly hidden beer and said, “Bud Light. You’re lucky. Your uncle drank Pabst.” She made a face and let out an exaggerated gagging sound.
“So, you’re not going to rat us out?” Jason asked.
“No, but if you don’t pay any more attention than you were today, you may not be so lucky next time.”
Jason smiled, said, “Screw it, then,” and took a long pull of his beer.
Rob decided to follow his friend’s lead, and added a salute with the can before taking a drink.
She laughed, but then fanned her hand in front of her face. “Got into a bit of a mudslinging war, did we?”
“He started it,” Rob said while pointing accusingly at his friend.
“I think you both finished it. You might want to hose yourselves off before you go in the house. That stink will get you in more trouble than getting caught drinking. You do realize this used to be a cow pond, years and years ago. At least part of that muck probably used to be cow patties.”
Jason got a look in his eyes that Robert knew all too well. Sure enough, his friend cracked, “Well, great. That’s some bullshit.” For a fraction of a second, Rob thought that one went a little too far, but thankfully, Ms. Lake only shook her head, rolled her eyes, and chuckled. “You’d better drink up. The rest of them are only getting hotter.”
“Nah,” Robert said while reaching for his backpack. He opened it and pulled out the lunchbox.
She pursed her lips and nodded in approval. “Insulated lunchbox. Good idea. Our second was always lukewarm, and the third was hot.”
Jason downed the last of his beer and said, “Give me another.”
Rob followed his friend’s lead, finished his beer, and then retrieved another for both of them.
“And ice packs,” Ms. Lake said. “Ingenious little sneaks, aren’t you?”
Robert admitted, “Well, it was my brother’s idea. That’s how he used to do it.”
“The bucket in the cooler was my idea,” she proudly said, “It used to smell horrible because people left the water sitting in it. That’s how it goes. Everybody adds something. The first cooler was metal, way back when. After it rusted out, somebody put the plastic one there.”
“It doesn’t smell real good right now,” Jason said.
Rob thought for a moment and said, “Maybe we should hose it down with Lysol, then wipe it down and let it air out.”
“There you go. Keep the chain going.” The blonde looked out over the pond, wiped her brow with her sleeve and said, “The water sure looks inviting about now.”
“You could always take a dip.” Jason suggested.
Robert couldn’t help imagining her with soaked clothes clinging to her. It only took a second of that for the idea to change to skinny-dipping, which happened rather frequently in the pond. Blood rushed between his legs as he fantasized about the hot, older woman standing naked in the water.
She turnedtoward them, wearing a crooked grin. “Not today. You could lend me one of those ice packs for a minute, though.”
Rob pulled one out and handed it over. She pressed it against her forehead and let out a moan that sounded distinctly sexual to him. Next, she put the ice pack against her cheeks, one after the other, and then tilted her head back to hold it against her neck. That caused her breasts to lift, accentuating the already eye-catching display.
It didn’t stop there, though.
She pulled down the neck of her shirt and held the ice pack against her chest. Even though he really couldn’t see anything, the thought of it being so close to her tits was enough to make his already hard cock throb.
She let out a relieved sigh, and then handed the ice pack back. “Okay, I’ll leave you two to your fun. Remember, be more careful. I just couldn’t resist seeing if I could scare the pants off you.”
Rob chuckled. “You did.”
With that, she gave a wave and started back up the hill. Rob couldn’t help but stare at her ass. The way she moved was pure sexual magic. Not wanting to get caught, he looked away when she reached her bike.
Jason leaned in close and whispered, “If she wanted my pants off, all she had to do was ask.”
Rob could hardly disagree with that.
Robert tossed his phone on the bed with an exasperated sigh, and then flopped down next to it. The last text from Bill clinched it. All of his friends were tied up in family reunions, off on vacation, or otherwise unavailable.
Stuck out in the sticks with nothing to do was not how he wanted to spend even one day of his last summer before college.
As he mulled over the idea of asking to borrow one of the cars, the message tone on his phone sounded. Praying someone had a change of plans, he picked up his phone to see that the message was from his brother. There was another care package waiting for him. At least he could be bored and buzzed.
He looked out the window and saw his mother walking out back with a basket full of laundry. He knew that the time to hang everything on the clothesline provided the perfect opportunity to make his escape unnoticed, so he took it.
The stop at the cooler revealed a surprise. His brother must have been celebrating something, because there were four bottles of Corona in the bucket instead of the standard Bud Light or Coors Light. Riding with the bottles in the backpack proved to be unnerving. Every so often, he could hear them clinking, and knew that one of them breaking would be a disaster.
While riding carefully around the bumps and potholes, he glanced down the drive to Ms. Lake’s house. A once tense part of the journey was something entirely different since she’d shown up at the pond two days before. He rode by slowly, but didn’t see her.
He smiled as he wondered whether she was out in the back yard in her bikini. He had many a fond memory of sneaking through the woods with his friends and a pair of binoculars to take in that vision. It also sparked a daydream about her repeating the sexy display from the pond, but this time with a cold bottle of beer, and in that bikini.
That train of imagination carried him quite well through the ride, leaving him rock hard and surprised that he’d already reached the pond. Upon walking down to the shore, what she’d said on that last visit inspired more creativity.
Ditching a beer he was drinking was easy enough. That left any others in his backpack, though. He could try hiding the backpack, but that would likely leave a trail through the tall grass. Tossing it or the lunchbox was no guarantee that it would land somewhere that it couldn’t be seen. Looking across the water provided the solution.
He stripped down to his shorts, and then pulled out the lunchbox. Holding it above his head, he swam across the pond and carefully reached through the cattails. Beyond that leafy barrier and within the weeds, it was difficult to see even up close. Upon swimming back across and then climbing up the hill, he was satisfied that his stash of booze was sufficiently cloaked from prying eyes, but still accessible.
So, access it he did.
All in all, things could have been worse. He was bored, and a little lonesome, but floating in the water and drinking a cold beer on a hot and muggy day certainly had its charms.
He heard the sound of a bicycle approaching as he finished his first beer. A quick toss hid the bottle in the weeds behind him. A few pushes of his arms moved him away from the open spot on the shore, but still let him see the top of the hill through the cattails. There, he remained still and kept watch.
Much to his relief, he saw Ms. Lake looking out over the pond. She was in a t-shirt and shorts again, giving him a wonderful view of her body. With the danger averted, he swam over for a better look.
“Well, I guess I didn’t manage to sneak up on you this time, huh?” she said as she climbed off her bike.
She started down the hill and said, “That’s step one.” When she reached the shore, she looked over at the backpack. “You’re out in the water and this is right here, though.”
“Go ahead. Take a look,” he said rather smugly.
“Okay, I will.” She knelt down and unzipped the backpack. “Very good. No evidence here.”
He gave her a minute to stand back up and look around the area before saying, “Well?”
“I don’t see it. Good job. Out here by yourself today?”
“Yeah, everybody’s busy.”
“Well, it’s no fun to drink alone. You could always give me one and solve that problem.”
That was a surprise. He was still new to the thought that she didn’t care if he was drinking beer, and here she was asking to have one with him.
“Yeah. Sure. I’ve got four, and it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to drink them all myself, anyway.”
“Good thinking.” She laughed and said, “Now, let’s see where you hid them.”
Rob swam to his hiding place and reached through the cattails, doing his best to keep his knees from digging into the mud on the bottom. He pulled out two beers, and then turned around.
“Just stay there. I came prepared today,” she said.
It was all he could do to keep his mouth from dropping open when she pulled her shirt over her head. The bikini top she revealed had a pink floral pattern, and while it wasn’t especially tiny, it showed off each and every inch of her cleavage. Next to go were her sandals, and then her shorts. The pattern of the bottom matched the top, and it had the same level of teasing coverage.
She had never had children, and it showed. Her stomach was flat and unlined — sexy as hell. He only realized he was holding his breath when she gave a little hop and dived gracefully into the water.
“Whew, that feels good,” she said as she surfaced right in front of him. “Corona. Living the high life today, huh?”
Her nipples poked at the soaked material of her top, letting him see that they were as large as the tip of his pinky finger. He kept it together — though his shorts were getting tighter — and handed her one of the bottles. She twisted off the top and gave it a toss that landed it right next to one of her sandals. He gave his top a flip as well, and it bounced onto her t-shirt.
“Cheers,” she said, and held up her bottle.
He echoed, “Cheers,” and clinked his beer against hers.
They both took a long drink, and she let out a sigh as she pulled the bottle away from her lips. “Oh, that’s good. This brings back a lot of memories. I can’t even count how many times I came out here to drink or go skinny-dipping.”
Holy shit, he thought as that conjured up images of her cavorting naked in the water again, and sent him on a rapid rise to full erection.
“Ah, I caught you, didn’t I? You’ve been skinny dipping out here too.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You can’t fool me. I was young once, you know.”
He shook his head and took several gulps of his beer.
She broke out into a crooked grin and said, “Liar. I can see it in your eyes, and you’re blushing.” After that, she held her beer up next to his and said, “I’d better catch up.”
He made that more difficult when he tipped back his bottle to drink too. When she kept drinking, he did as well. In the end, they’d both chugged the remainder of the beer, and finished only a second apart.
She chuckled, waved her empty, and asked, “Did you have one before I got here?”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to share the last one, then.” She handed him her bottle and said, “Put these over there and go get it.”
Rob swam over to the bank, sat down the empty bottles, and retrieved the last beer. Once again, he turned around to a pleasant surprise. Ms. Lake was floating on her back with her breasts breaking the surface. Her legs closed and parted as she slowly kicked, giving him glimpses of her bikini bottom clinging to her nether lips. He reached down to adjust his throbbing erection before she could open her eyes, and then swam toward her.
She let her legs sink and opened her eyes as she heard him approach. He opened the beer and handed it to her when she held out her hand. Her eye contact as she lifted the beer to her lips was intense — penetrating — and didn’t waver as she drank. Her lips made a quiet kissing sound as she finished, and then she passed the bottle to him.
Her gaze remained on him as he drank, swallowing harder than he normally would. Only a couple of inches remained in the bottom when he handed it back to her, and she finished it in one quick tip.
She smiled and licked her lips, forcing him to suppress a shudder. The bottle tumbled through the air a moment later when she tossed it onto the shore. Her lips pursed and her brow furrowed for a second, making him wonder what she was thinking. He didn’t have to ponder it for long.
“I’m keeping a secret for you,” she said while pushing with her hands to float away from him. “Can you keep one for me?”
“That’s not good enough. Can you keep a secret? You can’t tell anyone. And I do mean anyone.”
Rob’s heart skipped a beat when she reached behind her back, and he saw her bikini top go slack. She pinched the bottom of the cups, lifting the top, and bared her breasts to his wide-eyed gaze.
Though somewhat pendulous, her large breasts looked just as incredible as he had imagined them — many times. His earlier observation of her nipples through the top proved to be accurate. They stood out from the small pink circles of her areolas, and he could already imagine what they’d feel like between his lips.
She pulled the top over her head, and then moved in to drape it over his shoulder. “So what do you think?”
“Nice tits,” he answered, unable to think of anything more eloquent.
“You can say that, but I think I’d rather have an undeniable answer,” she said as she floated in closer than ever before.
Rob groaned as her hand squeezed between his legs.
“Oh my,” she moaned as she explored his hardness. “I’d say you do like them.”
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey.”
She suddenly pushed away and swam toward the bank. He grabbed her top off his shoulder and followed as soon as she was far enough ahead ofhim to avoid getting splashed in the face by her kicks. He shouldn’t have been surprised when she used the trick he had discovered to stay out of the muck on the bottom. She swam fast to the clear spot, and then pulled her knees in just before reaching the edge. That one small area was relatively free of the thick mud because of water run-off from the trail.
It also provided a fine show by thrusting her tight ass out at him.
Rob reached the shore as she stood up, and duplicated the trick. She offered a hand to help him rise, and he made no effort to hide it as he took in the sight of her breasts with rivulets of water trickling down them.
She moaned, slid her hand behind his back, and pulled him into a kiss. Her nipples pressing against his chest left no doubt as to how stiff they were.
The kiss was hungry and urgent — full of need. Their hands explored each other’s backs, only to end in the same place — tucked into the back of the one article of clothing they were both still wearing.
She took advantage of that only moments later, pushing his shorts about halfway down his ass. Her tongue still slipping over his, she moved her hands to the sides, continuing to work his shorts down, until finally, his cock sprang free.
“Take them off,” she said in a husky whisper with her lips still touching his.
He pushed the shorts past his thighs and wriggled them down to his ankles, but she wasn’t willing to wait any longer. She curled her fingers around him and gasped as he throbbed in her hand.
“So hard,” she said while stroking him. “Hurry, go get my bike bag.”
“I’ve got condoms in my backpack,” he quickly supplied while reaching up to cup her breast.
Her back arched from his touch and she gasped again. “Good. But I want the beach towel I have in there. I really don’t want to go home itching from doing it in the grass.”
“Right,” he said, and then started to kneel down to pull his shorts back up. She stopped that rather quickly by squeezing his manhood and refusing to let go.
“Nuh uh,” she said when he looked back up at her.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled while stepping out of his shorts.
She slapped him on the ass and said, “Go.”
There was little to no chance that anyone was around, but that didn’t stop his heart from racing as he jogged up the hill with his cock bouncing. Once atop the rise, if there was anyone even as far away as the curve in the road, there was no way they could miss him.
Not bothering to bring the whole bag, he unzipped it and whipped out the beach towel. A string of condoms tumbled to the ground, and he bent to pick them up, knowing that it meant she had hoped things would go this way all along.
When he turned around, he saw her watching him with an aroused smile on her face and a hand in her bikini bottom. The sight of her fingers moving beneath the cloth hastened his steps even more than the thought of exposure atop the hill.
“Hurry,” she encouraged him when he reached her. The hand between her legs didn’t still while she gestured at the ground with the other.
Rob spread out the towel, put the condoms down next to it, and then drank in the sight of her playing with herself from up close.
“You like that?”
“Come here,” she told him while lifting his chin with her other hand.
As he stood, she finally pulled her hand out of her bikini. He could see her fingers glistening with wetness as she lifted them to his lips. There was no need for her to tell him what to do next.
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned as he sucked her fingers clean.
“You taste good,” he said when she pulled her fingers from between his lips.
“Let me see.”
Her nails dug into his back — though not painfully — as they engaged in another tongue-twining kiss.
She slipped a hand between their bodies and found his cock soon enough. “You have no idea how many times I’ve played with myself while thinking of you. Have you ever jerked off this big, hard cock while thinking of me?”
“All the time,” he admitted.
She tensed up and shivered. “You can’t ever — ever — tell anyone about this. I’d die if your mom found out.”
“Promise. Not a soul.” He reached up and took both of her breasts in his hands.
“Oh yes,” she quavered, and then nodded downward.
He leaned in and finally answered the call her nipples had been sending to him from the moment he saw them.
A yelp escaped her as his lips wrapped around her. “Oh god. I meant take the bikini off, but don’t stop.”
Stopping was out of the question at that point. The dangerous thrill of having sex outdoors with his mother’s best friend had him at a fever pitch. He sucked her nipple hard, massaging it with his lips, and reveled in the quiet sounds of pleasure coming from above. Her fingers twined into his hair, pulling him even tighter against her breast. She fought him when he tried to pull away, and only relented when she realized he was switching nipples.
“You are making me so wet,” she blurted out as he added a nip of his teeth to the mix.
Let’s see how wet, he thought.
She stiffened and dug her fingers into his scalp when his hand crept into her bikini bottom.
The first thing he felt was the hair on her mound. It wasn’t a thick bush, by any means, but it was there. He didn’t linger long, and found that her nether lips were shaved bare. As soon as his finger reached her cleft, he pressed it inside.
She wasn’t kidding.
Rob added a second finger, drawing a groan from her. She was soaking wet, and her intimate muscles squeezed tight even around the two digits.
“Please, take them off,” she begged.
He was reluctant to release her nipple, but seeing her pussy was a good tradeoff. As soon as he pulled his hand out from between her legs, she took charge by stepping back and sitting on the towel. In a quick motion, she jerked down her bikini bottom, tossed it aside, and lay back.
As he’d noticed earlier, she had a strip of blonde hairs on her mound. She trimmed it so it was just long enough to curl, and it stopped a half inch or so from her hood. Her folds were a pinkish tan, and shimmering with wetness. He dropped to his knees in front of her, and she reached for the string of condoms.
He had his own plan, though. After the initial taste from her fingers, he wanted more. The condoms tumbled to the ground as his tongue delved into the parting of her lips.
A hand came to rest on the back of his head and she said, “Oh yes, baby. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“Uh huh,” he muttered into her folds.
“Do it. Eat my pussy.”
That only excited him all the more. Most of the girls he’d been with had been quiet during sex. Of course, that was usually because they were trying not to get caught. The same should have applied in this situation, but she didn’t seem to care.
“Yes. Lick it up. You look so good.”
He looked up to see her other hand squeezing her breasts and her eyes fixed on him between her legs. A few flicks of his tongue while looking her in the eyes made her suck in a stuttering breath, and then he dived back in.
“So young and so eager. Oh! Oh, yes. I knew the way you looked at me that you wanted it. You like that Milf pussy, don’t you?”
“Fucking love it,” he answered, not even pausing long enough to get it all out, and garbling the last two words.
She began to writhe beneath him, and her fingers twined in his hair. Once she had a good grip, she tugged, pulling his tongue toward her clit. He took the hint and lapped the swollen bud hard.
“Yes, right there. Faster. Lick my clit. Lick it. Lick it. Oh, fuck yeah!”
Her breathing kicked up, punctuated by whimpers and gasps. Robert homed in on her clit, licking it as hard and fast as he could — up and down, side to side, and sometimes trying to suck on it. The scent of her arousal and the taste of her juices had him in a fog. Both of her hands ended up on the back of his head, holding him tight against her folds.
“Oh yes. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes. Ah!”
He was sure she was on the verge of orgasm, and latched onto her clit with his lips. He sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue, and silently willed her to come.
A grunt of surprise burst from his lips when she tugged on his hair, and then pushed him away.
“I need you inside me. I need you inside me, now.”
She kept a warding hand between him and her pussy until he rose up to his knees, and then grabbed the condoms. She ripped one off the string, handed it to him, and then reached down to glide her fingertip up and down her folds.
Rob tore open the package and tossed the foil aside. He quickly checked to make sure the tip was protruding from the correct side, and then rolled the condom on.
Her voice had a note of breathless desperation when she said, “Hurry. Please.”
After settling in between her parted thighs, he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her folds to wet it. It only took a couple of strokes as wet as she was, so he pushed down on his erection and sank inside her.
She groaned and her canal squeezed tight around him. After drawing in a fast breath, she said, “Oh my god, you feel so big.”
The feeling of being buried balls deep in his mother’s best friend and hearing her say that was exhilarating. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said from between clenched teeth as he pulled back.
She yelped when his balls slapped against her again and said, “Yes! Fuck me! Give me that cock.”
Rob pumped his hips, watching her twitch and whimper with every penetration. She reached down to stroke her clit, and shuddered as the increased sensation shot through her body.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said, and then gave her an especially hard thrust.
“Ah! Ooo! So are you. And so fucking hard. Jesus.”
“Love your fuckin’ pussy.”
Her eyes locked with his and a choked cry escaped her. “Take it. It’s yours. Fuck me.”
He thrust faster, jolting her and causing her breasts to jiggle. Her fingers outpaced him, rubbing faster by the second. Color arose in her cheeks and spread outward until her whole face was red. Sweat poured from both of their bodies, making his grip on her thighs precarious, and stinging his eyes.
The hot itch had begun building in his cock when he saw her eyes widen and her mouth drop open. Her fingers suddenly stopped moving over her clit, her body lurched, and a wail burst from her lips.
“Are you coming?” he asked.
“F-fuck yes!” she screamed in response. The hand between her legs moved erratically while the other gripped a clump of grass, pulling it up by the roots.
Never in his life had he saw a woman come like she did. Her head lashed back and forth, covering her face with her hair. Her back arched, and she cried out with every hard thrust. He could see her toes curling and feel her legs trembling. Caught up in the excitement, he lost control.
“Gonna come,” he spit out when he slipped past the point of no return.
“Give it to meee!”
He roared as he slammed into her and his cum surged up. Blast after blast filled the latex sheath, each accompanied by a groaning growl. His vision swam from the intensity of the orgasm, and still it went on.
Finally, he fell forward on his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck, settled her feet on his back and moaned. He remained buried inside her, still throbbing and pulsing. Grunts tumbled from his lips when her pussy walls squeezed around him, responding to the waves of orgasmic energy still flowing through her.
A powerful, involuntary jerk of his hips pulled his cock free when he grew too sensitive to endure her clinging embrace any longer. He couldn’t find the strength to rise, though. They both lay gasping for breath with their sweat-soaked bodies pressed together until the aftershocks faded and gave them respite.
She released his neck, letting her hands thump down at her sides, and slowly slid her legs to the ground as well. Her voice was quiet and languid when she said, “You made me come so hard.”
His response of, “Oh, fuck,” was garbled, because he still hadn’t found the strength to lift his head from where his cheek rested on her breast.
She chuckled and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m really starting to get hot, though.”
Robert focused his willpower and rolled off her. The tall, stiff grass was hardly comfortable, but that was all he could manage.
“I think you probably hit the limits of what that condom could hold. That’s a lot of cum.”
“Didn’t think it was ever going to stop.”
She chuckled. “Me either. I love losing control like that. I’m going to get my water bottle. I need a drink.”
He watched her through half-lidded eyes as she stood and walked up the hill. She seemed to have no inhibition whatsoever about strutting naked up to her bike. If anything, she was reveling in it. Her hips swayed seductively, making his sensitive cock protest. He pulled off the condom anyway, though the shock forced him to close his eyes.
“Here,” she said when she returned and sat down on the towel.
He took the water bottle in a still weak-hand and only dribbled a little when he drank. A shiver shot through him when he saw her staring at his cum-covered cock and licking her lips.
“No,” he said, and covered up his softening member when she leaned toward him.
She pouted, “But it looks so good.” Then she laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll leave it alone.”
Soon enough, the heat got to him. “Think I’m going to have to take another dip in the pond.”
“Good idea.” She stood up and offered a hand to help him rise. When he stood up, she turned and dived into the water.
Not trusting that he had enough coordination for that, he waded in instead. Once his manhood was submerged, he fanned water at it, washing away the cum before it could dry.
She swam over and wrapped her arms around him as soon as he was close. “That was the best sex I’ve had in months. Maybe longer. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. You’re fucking incredible.”
“I think we both were,” she said before leaning in for a long, but soft kiss. “You won’t tell anyone?”
“Good. We should probably go get dressed. I need a shower and some air-conditioning.”
She swam back to the shore, but he remembered the lunchbox on the opposite side and grabbed it before following her. They both admired each other as they slicked the water from their skin and dressed. She didn’t bother with her bikini, and he only pulled on his shorts. After another drink of water each that finished the bottle, they gathered their things and walked back up the hill.
When she finished stuffing her towel and bikini in the bike bag, she turned to him with a mischievous grin.
“What?” he asked.
She held up a finger, winked, and then pulled out her phone.
“Hey, Molly,” she said when his mother picked up. “I just stopped Robert riding by my house. I need a little help with something. Do you mind if I borrow him for a while? Tell you what, I’ll feed him. I imagine he’s eating you out of house and home. Great. I appreciate it. Bye.”
She hung up and he asked, “So, what do you need me to do?”
The answer to that was to reach between his legs and say, “Me.”
He was hardly going to pass up another dip in that lake.