“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.