Locking my lips to Carol’s, I let go of the dock so I could use that hand to grasp her ass, and we sank below the surface. We kept up the kiss for as long as we could, but we were both a little out of breath before we sank, and soon we both released each other entirely and burst back to the surface, our need for air even greater than our need for each other.
Carol shook her eyes clear of water, coughed a little, then a small shiver ran through her. She grabbed the dock and pulled herself upward. The sight of her naked form emerging from the pond, water cascading off her curves, was fucking incredible. She turned and sat on the edge of the platform, legs dangling into the water. I stared up at her from the water. I might have literally drooled, but it was hard to tell with water dripping down from my hair.
I swung around in front of her, treading water. Then my feet found the underwater support structure for the dock. I hooked my toes over it, and my hands were free. I reached out and grasped one of her long, slender feet. It was one of the little quirky acts of silliness that made Carol such an endearing boss that she always wore her toenails painted in Camp Dickinger orange. You only saw that on the rare occasions that she took swim duty, but we all noticed. I kissed those toes.
Then I kissed her ankle. The I began to kiss my way up her long, muscular calf. As I reached her knee, my hand went from holding her foot to tickling it. It turns out that Carol was very ticklish. “Hey! Stop,” she protested through laughter.
“No,” I replied, in-between kisses and now nibbles on her lower thigh. “No, I don’t think I will.”
I kept moving my mouth upward along the inside of her thigh, increasing the frequencies of my soft little bites and enjoying the way she writhed against my tickling fingers. She kept protesting about my fingers on her feet while pointedly saying nothing about my mouth’s progress up her thigh. She could have swung her foot away from my grasp easily, of course. But that wasn’t the game.
No, the game was that she slid herself forward until her ass barely perched on the very edge of the dock, and she bent her leg so that I could keep tickling on her foot as my mouth neared the top of her leg and the destination we both knew I had in mind.
Carol’s legs were smooth a silk, but she did not shave her pussy. She did keep her soft, brown with odd blonde highlights, bush very neatly trimmed. I buried my face in that bush, forgetting about the tickling. But Carol didn’t stop wriggling. I held onto the dock with one hand and gently raised the other to slide through her curls, finding and parting her nether lips just enough. As my tongue slipped into the gap, I looked up at Carol who threw her head back and moaned through gritted teeth, “Fuck, that feels good!”
She tasted like distilled sex.
It was not easy, keeping myself in position to eat her out, holding myself high out of the water with only one hand and my toes on the wooden structure below, but I was loving the effort. My fingers spread her even further apart and my tongue delved deeper. I slid my hand free and around her hip to grasp that ass, squeezing the occasional object of my obsessions over the last nine years. I slid my tongue upwards and brushed it over her bud. Carol gasped in approval and I sucked on it gently.
Suddenly, she was shuddering. I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit and watched, my open mouth smiling, as a sudden, swift, and clearly unexpected by her, orgasm ripped through Carol. Her arms were braced on the dock behind her, but her torso arched mightily, thrusting her gorgeous boobs into the air and she absolutely shrieked at the top of her lungs. I just kept licking at her button and she screamed again, collapsing backward onto her elbows.
But I didn’t stop. I did move to slide my tongue back inside her, and she begged me to stop. Of course I didn’t. The rush of making this amazing woman explode in pleasure like this was fucking intense. I felt her come again, though much quieter this time.
“Stop!” Carol commanded. I just plunged my tongue in deeper. “Stop! Please!” Writhing in front of me, she literally lifted her legs, braced her feet against my shoulders, and shoved me away. I dropped backward into thew water with a splash. I burst back to the surface with a huge grin on my face.
Carol lay there, legs dangling in the water. She had collapsed fully on her back on the wooden platform and her chest heaved for air. She was still quivering.
I pulled myself up to sit beside her on the dock, looking down at her gorgeous form.
Carol turned her head to look at me through wide eyes. “Fuck, Casper! That was insane,” she panted. “You were gonna kill me with that, and I have so much more I want to do to you.”
I leaned over her. “I’m happy to be your revenge.”
Carol chuckled, then looked thoughtful. “I’m not looking for revenge,” she mused. “Well, maybe a little.” She took to deep breaths, a thoughtful look on her face. “But mostly, I think I’m beginning to understand that I am jealous.”
“Oh ho!” I laughed.
“Yeah,” she said, warming to her thought. “Bob and I both spend each summer surrounded by all you gorgeous kids. Why should Bob be the only one to taste an end of year sample?”
I was a little weirded out by that thought process, but shrugged inwardly. Being ‘sampled’ by Carol looked to be the highlight of a summer of highlights.
Carol seems to finally summon the mental and physical energy to pull herself up, and she slid her legs up under her on the dock next to me. Her hand reached out to once again caress my patiently eager cock. Her fingertips caressed my length, tracing along the big, rippling, purple vein in particular. She wrapped her hand around me and slowly pumped a few times, enough to draw a soft moan of appreciation from me. Then she went back to softly caressing its outlines, running her middle finger tip in circles around the glans.
“You have a really lovely cock, Casper,” she chuckled. “It is not as big as Bob’s, but it certainly is prettier.”
I laughed out loud at that. “That is the strangest, but possibly most welcome compliment I’ve ever received,” I chuckled. Then, because I couldn’t help myself, I had to ask. “He’s really all that big?”
Carol looked at me, also suddenly aware of the essential weirdness of this conversational divergence. “You really want to know?” she asked with a sly smile. I shrugged and nodded. Might as well satisfy my curiosity, and nothing about what we were talking appeared to have had diverted Carol’s efforts to pleasure my dick. “Bob’s is nine and a half inches long. I measured. And he is as big around as you are.” She stopped stroking my cock so she could wrap her hand around it, as if to check her measurements. “Yep. Almost exactly as big around. But his does bend noticeably to his left. It always looks a little weird to me, even after all these years.”