“I’m not going to second-guess him. He’s the one doing the work, and the grass looks amazing.” I had stepped off of the walkway onto the grass, which felt soft and cool under my feet. Robin fell in beside me.
We walked a few steps in silence before she spoke. “I’m sorry about last night.”
I laughed. “I’m not. It was stupid and wrong; the place and timing were horrible. Under the right circumstances it could have been one of the most sensational experiences of my life, but hell, I’ll take it as it was, and thank my lucky stars.”
“You are so bad,” she said, giving me a little bump with her shoulder.
“Look who’s talking, hot-lips.”
“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” She said turning away, as we ambled slowly along.
“I don’t want to do that; I want to get you horny, like me.” I teased. Her husband was only about 40 feet away.
“Mission accomplished. I’ve been horny ever since I started walking around wearing only a towel, one slip away from being completely nude in front of everybody.” She paused in her stroll, and did a spin for me. “Walking around with my tits out, I feel like I’m begging everybody to fondle me and have their way with me,” she said, turning back to the lake.
“So can we keep our little mistake last night a secret?” She asked me softly, turning toward where her husband was clearing out the tall weeds.
“I think so,” I told her softly. I paused to turn and walk toward the water while she peeled off to check in with her hubby.
“That’s good. I figure if I can trust you with one big secret, maybe I can trust you with more in the future. Maybe much more.” And with that she turned and walked away.
I walked out onto the dock and took a dive toward the swimming platform about 30 yards out. I used a nice easy freestyle that cut through the cool water easily, refreshing me, and making me feel 100% better. When I got to the platform I climbed up and rested for a bit, letting the warm sun beat down on me. It felt like it was in the high 80’s already.
I looked back to the cabin, which was so picturesque perched on the hill. Jill was on the porch, laying towels across the railing to dry, getting the full impact of the sun. Looking down at the water’s edge, I saw Robin had entered the lake and was swimming my way, with an easy breaststroke. How apropos. She got to the platform and climbed up the ladder to join me.
“I have so many great memories of this place, growing up,” she announced as she shook out her wet hair, and laid down on the wooden platform, taking in the sun. I was taking in the view.
“This area doesn’t change. It takes me right back. I love it,” she said with a sigh. “Do you know I had my first boy-girl kiss right here on this platform?”
“It’s beautiful, the scenery here is amazing.” I meant both the natural scenery and the view just a few inches from me.
“Do you always stay hard like that?” she blurted, out of the blue.
“I’m not hard,” I told her. But I was getting there.
“I mean full and thick like that, semi-hard. You’ve been like that since I first saw you last night. You’re either hard as a rock or just on the verge of getting hard, like now.” She looked at my stiffening rod. “OK, maybe not like now, seems you’re hard as a rock again! Naughty boy.”
“What do you expect, talking like that?”
“Well? Is it?” She insisted.
“Pretty much,” I admitted, “I don’t really shrivel up; I stay about 4-5 inches long and pretty thick. Of course, around someone as hot as you, I tend to swell up a bit from there.”
“Swell up a bit? You’re as fucking big around as a Red-Bull can. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She reached out to me, her touch electrifying. “And the way it just gets thicker and thicker. God it makes me wet to think of that.”
“Now you’re embarrassing me,” I told her.
“Let’s get in the water,” she said. “I want to hold it again.”
“God, you are a bad one! What if someone from the cabin is watching? What will they think if they see us go out of view together?” I asked her, and then eased into the water with the platform between us and the house, after giving a peak over my shoulder and verifying nobody was checking us out.
“I know what they’ll think,” she giggled, “and rightly so. But they’ll still give us a few minutes together.” She jumped in behind me, and within seconds had my hardness in her hand. “Jeez, you feel good.”
I reached down between her legs and caressed her crotch, sliding a finger in. “Ditto.”
We just stayed there, one hand each clinging to the ladder, the other fondling each other, quiet, enjoying the moment.
She pushed me toward the platform. “Raise your hips up to the surface, I’m going to suck you for real this time,” she told me very matter-of-factly.
Both the front and the back of the platform had ladders, and I put the rear one to good use. I looped a leg over the rung at the water’s edge, and grabbed one of the wooden platform cross-beams and easily lifted my hips up. It was a little work but not too bad. She went straight for it, licking me, and then sucking me aggressively. It took a while to get it right, so she didn’t accidentally inhale a face full of water, and to learn to counter the gentle swells of the lake. It was beautiful to watch, and I relaxed, resisting the urge to come, just letting her pretty face get filled with my hard cock endlessly.
“Can I feel it in me, for just a second?” she asked, hesitantly.
I pulled my legs out of the ladder rung, and let my hips sink and reached out to her. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she eased the mouth of her pussy on to me. “Fuck, you’re too big. I don’t think I can take it,” she groaned, with about a third of my length inside of her.
“Oh, you can take it,” I told her, pulling her hips inexorably down, penetrating her slowly.
“Stop, stop,” she gasped, with just a couple of inches to go. She moaned as she wriggled her hips. “OK, go slow now.”
I pushed her down, feeling her press against my pelvis. “That’s it,” I told her, then started screwing her out there on the lake. After a couple of dozen strokes, she stopped me and climbed off.
“That was stupid of me,” she gasped, leaning into me and hugging me. “I’m going to want more of that.” She looked over my shoulder, “Damn, Jill and Sheri are headed here; they’re already in the water.”
“That was mean,” I told her, “get a guy that close, and then leave him hanging.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” she teased, then climbed the ladder back onto the platform. I kissed her sweet ass as it passed me, and let my hand slide across her pussy before she was out of reach.
“You are BAD,” she hissed, before stretching out.