To the Lake

When L said on the phone, “I need you to stick your tongue in my mouth,” it sounded so sweet and dirty that I had to get up and walk down the hall so my kid didn’t see the boner that popped up instantaneously.  Why was that so dirty?  Because it had been weeks, and our schedules were such that it was going to be even more weeks before we saw each other, and because when she said “tongue,” I naturally pictured “dick”.

“Let’s meet somewhere and have sex on Saturday,” L said.

“Don’t toy with me,” I said, feeling the discomfort in my jeans.  It was serious.

“Am I toying with you?”

“How the fuck do I know?” I sputtered, and then after I got control of myself I said, “I’m sorry.  I caught my thumb in a drawer.”

“No you didn’t.”

*

So the boy went to his mom’s, and L and I found a lake house halfway between our homes, reasonably cheap for the weekend.  Veta, the very nice white-haired lady who was renting the place, showed us the best feature, a back porch with rocking chairs and a sofa, and a view of the lake where sail boats were gliding around each other in the sunshine.

“You can put your boat in right there at the dock if you want,” she said, even though it was pretty clear neither of us was towing a boat trailer.  “We all share the dock.” She indicated the four or five houses nearby, all perched on the crater that led down to the lake.  “They’ll be empty all weekend now cause there’s a home game, but if you need anything, Bill should be around.  End of the block.”  She waved her hand toward one of the houses.  “Sixteen-forty-four,” she said.

When she was gone, we unpacked the wine and cheese, found glasses and a slicer in the kitchen, and relaxed into the sofa on the porch.

The view was pleasant; the wine was agreeable; I’d given L a happy, friendly kiss that didn’t even amount to foreplay, and we heard voices that sounded like they were right on top of us.

We exchanged puzzled glances, and I stood and scoped out the neighbors in both directions.  I was sure both houses were empty.

But we could still hear voices, like someone was standing right there, except muffled so the words weren’t clear.

“It’s not that close,” I said.  “We’re inside this bowl that reflects sound.  You know how sound carries over water.  It’s probably somebody across the lake.  Or one of the boats.”

“All right,” L didn’t sound totally convinced.

I sat next to her and kissed her, and cupped her breast.’

“Oh I missed you,” I said.  “I missed this sweet sweet tit.  And this one.”

L said, “Mmmmmmm.”

My hand went inside her t-shirt. “I missed the way your nipple comes out and I can feel it even through your bra.”  I pushed the front of her t-shirt up and slid my hand inside the bra and touched her flushed nipple there, then pulled the breast up and out, exposing it so I could lick and kiss the dark pink flesh, then suck while L breathed harder and petted the side of my head.

“Shit I missed you,” I said again.

“Mm.”

“I missed seeing these…”  I pulled the other breast from the bra so they were both pushed out over the cups indecently between the bra and the line of her pulled-up t-shirt. I kissed both nipples and gave them little sucks, and then kissed my way down her ribs to the top of her white shorts.

L went stiff when she heard the voices again.  Again the words couldn’t be made out, but they sounded like the speaker was right there on the porch with us.

”Ignore that,” I said.  “It’s one of the boats. Just the crazy way sound does on a lake.”

L relaxed, and I went back to exploring her body.  “I missed the taste of your skin…” I pushed the waistband of her shorts lower so I could run my tongue over her belly, slide my tongue under the elastic of her panties, enjoying her belly before I tugged her shorts down past her hips, then cupped her mound through the fabric.  She was wet, and I bent and put my lips on the cloth, taking in the hint of taste where her cunt was beginning to soak through.

“Okay if I taste this?” I asked her.  That was a tease; the day L doesn’t want me to go down on her I’ll know something is wrong.  “I think about your taste all the time….”

There were the voices again all around us again and L said, “Oh fuck yes.”  I pulled her shorts and panties down slowly and then knelt in front of her and put my lips and tongue to work on her.

Later, L told me this was incredibly hot for her.  The voices so clear they could have been ten feet away, the strange sense of being watched, the fear of embarrassment or shame, the realization that whoever was speaking probably couldn’t see anything from that distance, from a boat, from across the lake.  They probably couldn’t.

Or could they?  From that distance, could one of them make out her thighs raised and clamping a man’s head to her?  Surely they were too far to discern L’s head pulled back, her tongue held firmly between her teeth, and her chest pumping as she started to come.

There was no way they could make out that kind of detail, from the lake.  Even if Veta was out on one of those boats, there was no way…

While L peered out at the lake for signs of anybody who might belong to the voices, I gorged on her cunt, intoxicated as always by her fragrance, her taste, the sweet softness of her flesh, the happy sounds that she makes when she’s starting to come, coming, coming, then stopping me to give her tender skin a rest.

We rested, and the voices were there again, oddly muffled again, but echoing so loudly that the owners could have been right next to us.  We looked out at the boats.  If someone was screwing on deck, could I tell from that distance, I wondered.  Probably not, I decided.

“I need your dick in me,” L said.  I took my shirt off and used it to wipe my face, and moved up to kiss her, letting my swollen dick press the rough denim slowly against her tender pussy.

“Fuck baby,” L breathed into my ear. “Fuck….”

Her lips opened for me as I kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue and her pussy with my fingers, and L reached to unbutton and unzip my jeans and take my cock in her hand. She pulled back from the kiss and said happily, “I want this in my mouth first.”

I stood and L pulled me by the cock to the end of the sofa, where she placed herself on all fours and brought me closer.  She didn’t even glance toward the boats on the lake as her tongue caught the drop of pre-come that was threatening to fall from the hole at the tip.  She circled my dick with one hand and took me into her mouth, tending to the spongy, sensitive head first, holding the softer, darker meat between her lips while her tongue circled and caressed the tip and tasted the tender spot where the shaft meets the head, making me twine my fingers in her hair because I had to hold something; but I held my hands as still as possible because I didn’t want to change a thing she was doing.

L let her fingertips trail over my scrotum, setting up an aura of sweet shivers around my balls, making my dick throb suddenly, straining against her lips and tongue.

“You are a fucking angel,” I told her.

I have talked about L’s lips before, their softness and beauty, the smile they are capable of, the kindness they express when a friend is hurting, the admiration they engender in an audience, the joy they convey when she’s surrounded by nature.

And those are the lips that parted and welcomed my cock inside, sliding down the length, wetting the shaft, tongue sucking along the so-sensitive skin as she pulled back, sucking on the tip for a moment before she slid back down.

And then taking me home.  Holding her lips snug around my dick the way I would hold my fingers when I masturbate, L moved her head down then up, bobbing over my dick rapidly several times.  She allowed me to watch as she knowingly transformed her mouth into a perfect hole, jacking me off with her mouth.  Giving herself up for my pleasure, turning my cock into an instrument that she was willing to play passionately.

“Dirty fucking angel,” I said.

The sheer physical pleasure she evoked from my nerves was incredible at that moment, not to mention the intimacy of what she was giving to me.  I still fully intended to pull out of her mouth in time to fuck her, to at least come inside her pussy, but I wanted her lips to ride up and down my cock a few more times, just one more time maybe…..

But I had no control over this.  The pleasure ran off on its own, tingling against my nuts, my spine, all the way up my dick, and then I was jamming L’s head against me and shooting sperm into her mouth and holding her face against me while her cheeks hollowed out as she milked me generously until she could tell my pleasure had run its course.

She was that good to me, and then when she’d finished me off pretty thoroughly, she got up and went inside without a word.  I followed her, and she returned from rinsing her mouth and dropped her only piece of clothing, her bra, on the floor, and went to lie on the bed and slip in under the sheet.  “I love you,” she said.  “But I don’t swallow.”

“Fair enough,” I said, “More than fair, actually.” I ran my hand along her calf, that was poking out from the sheet.  “Now I want a fast shower and a nap.”

When I had toweled off and joined her on the bed, L rolled over and backed up against me, nestling her ass into my lap.  “After our nap will you fuck me?” she said.

“I will fuck you, honey-bunny.”

L purred and I planted a kiss on her shoulder.

I had almost drifted away when L said, “Nobody could see, could they?”

“No way.  They were like 200, 300 yards off.  It was just the way the wind carries sound over water.”

“So weird.”

“Just an illusion,” I said.

“But really, really erotic for some reason, the voices….”

“Nice for me,” I agreed.

“Nice,” she said.  “But weird.”

*

When we turned the keys in, Veta didn’t look at us.

“Was the cabin satisfactory?” she said.

“Yes, it was lovely,” I said.

“I’m glad a couple could enjoy it,” she said quietly, and handed me my receipt.  “We’re really more used to families,” she said and disappeared into her back office.

In the car I said, “Listen, she’s just not friendly, that’s all.”

“We’re not coming back,” L said.