We drove the golf cart out back to the lake. The day was warm and humid, they were calling for a storm, but it looked short and light on the radar. We wanted to fish, and I wanted to swim a little. I was wearing my favorite bikini, it was blue, with a tie top, and boy short bottoms. I threw on some jeans and t-shirt to offer some modesty on the way to the lake.
The short trip to the lake was breezy, and the clouds were looking ominous. "You better swim first, and fish later. You don't want to get caught out in the lake if it is lightening." Ryan warned. He was right, and I knew it. So I stripped down to my swim suit and got a noodle' as my swimming abilities aren't the best. I stepped out into the lake, and started swimming to the large raft that was about 100 yards off the bank. It is an unusually large lake for private property, and Ryan cast his lure into the lake about 50 yards from where I stepped into the water.
I was leisurely making my way to the raft, and was just close enough to touch it, when Ryan yelled "you better swim back, it is looking gray over those trees." With that I started to swim quickly to the shore. Of course when I exited the lake, the wind was just picking up, but there were no signs of lightening. I wrapped myself in a towel, and grabbed a fishing pole. I had made a few casts before the sprinkles started, and with no warning, the rain got heavier.
We jumped into the golf cart, and drove the short distance to a little garage by the lake, and backed it in. It was pouring buckets, and the scene was gorgeous. The rain created a hazy shade of gray, and the freshly mowed grass in front of us shinned a bright green, while the lake beyond was a lovely blue with slight ripples running across the water's surface as the wind blew. The lake had many curves and cuts, and there was a small stand of trees at the opposite side, directly in front of us. "Isn't it cool how it looks like the lake goes on forever over there, like it is the start of a river?" Ryan asked.
"Yes," I said "It's beautiful. So romantic." I leaned in for a slow sweet kiss. His lips met mine and I was instantly aware that all I wore was a towel and my bikini. Ryan wasn't much for public places though and while this wasn't really public, it certainly wasn't guaranteed to be private.
I really wanted this though, so I scooted closer on the seat and put my one leg over his lap. I whispered in his ear "you can bend me over and fuck me like your little bitch." With that he just looked at me, and I could tell I had his attention. He kissed me again, but this time, his hand came up to loosen the towel I had wrapped around me. The towel fell away and piled at my backside. His hand traveled lower and cupped my large breast. His thumb found my nipple through the fabric, and I arched up into his hand. He reached around me and untied my top, so the material was hanging from my neck, and with that he pushed me down on the seat so he was leaning over me. His hands traveled under my top and found my nipples. He pinched and squeezed my nipples, twisting them lightly between his fingers. I moaned again and pushed up into his hands. I was aching to feel his mouth on my nipples, and as he lowered his head, I moaned and arched up further into his hands, dying to feel his mouth on me. He flicked my nipple with his tongue, so light I wanted to scream. He knew what I wanted, he just didn't want to give it to me just yet. I relaxed a little, and I got my reward, his mouth covered my nipple, while his fingers pinched the other. He sucked hard, then bit lightly, then he sucked hard again. I wanted to cum just from him sucking on my nipples.
He sat up, and I sat up with him. I was done with him being in control. I pushed him back against the seat, and sat up straddling him. I teased him for a few minutes, lowering my pussy close to his cock, then lifting again, basically dry humping him, as we both still had clothing on. I teased some more, kissing him, running my fingers over his nipples, and dry humping him, picking up in rhythm like I was doing the real deal. The bad thing about teasing, though, is that I was teasing myself too. I had had enough, and I stood up and lowered my bottoms, and straddled him again. Then I reached down and unzipped his pants, I freed his big cock from his briefs, and started to stroke it. I rubbed my fingers on my pussy to get some lube, and started to stroke him good. I felt him tense, and knew he was close so I let up, and started to kiss him again, slowly cooling him back down to a simmer. I could feel him settle, and knew he was ready. I raised up, and placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He caught his breath. I knew the power I had. I slowly lowered until the head was inside me, then I raised up again. I repeated this, just barely letting him inside me until I thought he was going to scream. He had had it, and he grabbed my hips and slammed me down on his cock, making me take all of him.
I started to ride his cock hard, raising up and down and rolling my hips as fast as I could. "That's it, take what you want baby, make me yours, take it. Fuck me hard." He said. I moaned and slowed as an orgasm gripped me. "You're not done yet," he said, "you're going to keep fucking me. You said you wanted it, now take it." He grabbed my ass and raised me up a little and started to thrust into me, hard and fast. I started to get with the rhythm again and started to fuck him back. "That's it my little horny bitch" he said, "take it, fuck me." I felt him start to cum and I kept riding him, fucking him for every last drop of cum. I felt myself spiraling again, and I started to cum.
As I floated back to reality, I felt the rain at my back, and realized I was drenched, in more ways than one.
The rain let up slightly, and we flew back to the house as fast as the cart would go, like nothing had happened at all!
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