Reuniting on the lake for a very wet 4th of July [m/24] [f/25] [public] | 2016

Preface: I'm about 153 pounds and almost 6'0", so I'm another one of those skinny white guys with geeky tendencies. This is my second time writing about one of my experiences, so I’m still getting the hang of it. Feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism.

It was late in the morning, and I could feel the summer heat as it radiated from the fiberglass. I sat anchored out near an island with a small beach, enjoying my lakefront view from the helm as other boats and jet skis passed by against a canvas of tall pine trees in the distance. I didn’t have any plans; in fact, I was perfectly content just sitting in a pair of swim trunks, soaking up the warm sunlight, and listening to M83 as the hull rocked gently back and forth.

After a few minutes, I was growing a little thirsty, so I stepped down into the cabin. My phone chimed. While I was up on deck, I missed a text message from Samantha. “Doing anything for the 4th?” she asked.

My thoughts turned to our history. Samantha was a spontaneous little firecracker with a round face, milky skin, long brown hair, and curves that accentuated her toned body in all the right places. We met by chance at a club through mutual friends, and she quickly seduced me with some dirty grinding on the dance floor. Even though I didn’t drink much, I still felt intoxicated as she shook her voluptuous ass and pressed it harder against my cock with each beat, turning to smile devilishly as I stiffened for her. Needless to say, her mischievous personality was quite worldly for a woman from rural Oklahoma. Better yet, her mind was as attractive as her body. She was quite a cunning linguist; that is, she actually majored in linguistics. After that night in the club, we saw each other for a few months, remaining friends after it ended. It wasn’t unusual for us to exchange text messages.

“Not much — just hanging out on the lake,” I typed back. “What about you?”

My phone chimed again. “That sounds fun,” she wrote. “Mind if I join?”

Did she even have to ask? My message was terse. “Do you know how to get to the marina?”

She did, and she’d be there in about an hour. I wasn’t going to waste any time. Stepping back upstairs, I toggled a switch on the old Sundancer’s dashboard to retract the anchor, climbed through an open hatch over the bed, and clipped it back in place. The engines roared to life, and I made my way back to shore.

After waiting just a few minutes at the dock, I spotted Samantha walking toward the boat. She wore a baby blue bikini, and her tits grew closer to escaping from the top with each step she took. At that moment, my fixated eyes would have gladly welcomed a wardrobe malfunction. I remembered how sensational her tits were; she had large, rose-colored nipples, both surrounded by mouthwatering areolae that would swell as she became more and more aroused.

“So, why were you out here all alone?” she asked, stepping into the boat.

“I don’t know,” I told her ambivalently. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“You’re just an emo kid, after all,” she smiled, kicking off her sandals and taking a seat next to me at the helm. I restarted the engines and realized that I hadn’t cast off the spring lines, which meant that we wouldn’t be going very far.

“Damn it,” I said, standing up and laughing at my own ineptness. “I’m a professional.” As I maneuvered past Samantha in the narrow walkway, I felt myself brush up against her freshly shaven, smooth legs. I looked down at her stomach, which she had clearly spent time keeping in perfect shape. It was growing increasingly difficult to stay soft in my swim trunks.

Back at the island, we anchored the boat where the water was shallow enough for us to stand, and spent a couple of hours swimming together. The lake had grown much busier, and there were boats anchored off as far as the eye could see. As we stood in the lake, we glanced over to catch another couple making out in the back of a ski boat. “They’re kind of hot,” Samantha remarked. Right around that time, I wrapped my arms around her, and she backed her ass up into me. My mind turned to that first night at the club downtown, and I felt myself begin to harden again.

“I’m going to get out for a second,” she said, stepping up the ladder and back into the boat. I followed her as she found the only beach towel I had brought, motioning me to come share it with her. As she wrapped it around us, I pressed against her skin, which still felt cool from the water. I looked at her for a second, and leaned in for a deep and aggressive kiss. We threw the towel aside, running downstairs and finding our place on the bed with the cabin door still wide open.

As we made out, my attention turned to her exposed clavicle. I nibbled on it while she moaned softly, reaching to free her tits from the tight confines of the bikini top. It slid off easily, and I caught the sight of goosebumps appearing while her areolae tightened. I swirled my tongue around her nipples until they looked ready to burst, occasionally giving them a soft bite. Samantha reached down into my swim trunks and laid her hand on my cock, spreading the tip and swirling a couple of her fingers around it. As she pulled my swim trunks down and freed my swollen cock, I knew that she hadn’t forgotten what drove me wild.

Samantha smiled as I reached over to slide her bikini bottoms down, stopping my hand with hers. “Just slide it over,” she said. Her somewhat innocent smile had morphed to the same devilish grin. I did as I was told, rubbing my throbbing cock against her cool wetness.

“I’m not on anything,” she told me between a couple of heavy breaths. I must have looked a little confused, and she squeezed my shoulder hard with her hand. “But I miss you fucking me raw.”

At that point, I didn’t care. I pressed against the lips of her pussy and felt as her fresh cum began pooling on the tip of my cock. With a few more thrusts, I slid inside, watching her tits bounce as I fucked her as hard as I could. She let out a scream before she could stop herself. “You like that?” I asked.

Samantha nodded eagerly as she sat up and positioned herself for doggy style, finally sliding her bikini bottoms down so that her ass was fully exposed. Her swollen nipples just barely touched the bed. She balanced her pale legs against the waves as my cock found her tight, swollen pussy, and I found myself overcome with an even stronger urge to fuck her senseless.

“Get that pussy,” she said between longer and longer moans, which were punctuated by the sound of our bodies slapping hard against each other. “Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me!” I kept thrusting faster and harder, my heart racing as a pool of her dripping cum formed on the bed beneath us. Reaching down to her ass, I started to massage her hole with my fingers as I fucked her, sliding one shallowly inside. As I felt her tense around my finger, I felt more warm cum pooling around my cock as she screamed louder. “Fuck!” she cried out, releasing her cum as I swelled.

Samantha rolled over and reached down, gathering more of her glistening cum and rubbing it all over her tits. “Fuck my tits,” she pleaded. I didn’t hesitate, and she pressed them around my cock, begging me to cum on her tits as I moved back and forth. “Fuck, Samantha,” I told her. “I’m going to cum.”

She smiled, reaching down and wrapping her cum-covered hand around my cock. I gasped as she jacked me off slowly, squeezing harder and harder until I shot a massive load all over her tits. She milked me with her hand until she had every last drop, and then swirled her tongue around my shaft. I shivered with pleasure.

As we walked back upstairs, we realized that the sun had nearly set. The ski boat was still parked not far from us, and the couple that made out before glanced over at us. Samantha laughed a little nervously, her nipples clearly visible through the shirt she borrowed from me, as we turned to face them. They smiled back knowingly as red and white fireworks began to erupt in the distance.