Weekend outing went out of normal with friends – 02

Foregoing the morning flush, I splashed some water on my face, rinsed my mouth with someone’s mouthwash, picked the junk out of my eyes, took two deep breaths and went out to face the world. My staff was still semi-hard, in appreciation of the scenery.

“You’d think he’d be in a better mood. God, for how many years has he scoped out our tits? And now with them on full display, he’s like the Grinch.” Aria pronounced, leaning back against a counter with her arms crossed, which put those yummy looking tits on proud display.

“Look! You got him to smile! He’s alive!” My ornery wife teased me.

“Water. Food.” I grumbled, while they laughed at my misfortune.

“You’d think he’d be bouncing off the walls. If I gave Elias a BJ like Nora laid on this one, I could probably get me a new convertible.” Carter chimed in.

“If you gave Dylan one, I’m certain he’d buy you one, before I kicked his ass!” Aria teased.

“Jesus, Carter. Don’t remind me! I was so wasted. That good tequila sneaks up on you.” Nora pronounced. “I’m not in the habit of giving public blow-jobs. It must be that damn Te-Kill-ya.”

“Amen to that. I’m switching to rum tonight. Tequila makes my pussy sore,” Aria complained, almost getting a spit-take from me.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. I’d known these people for at least three years. Both women were at our wedding party. I’d never heard half as much sexual discussion as I heard in that kitchen before someone placed a stack of hot-cakes in front of me.

Carter couldn’t leave well enough alone. “If you get as drunk tonight as you were last night, I’d be surprised if that was the only hole that was sore. As a matter of face I wouldn’t be surprised if it was at least twice as sore,” she said, with a nod toward me.

We had honey for the hot-cakes, kind of an odd combo to me, but I was ravenous and it hit the spot. “What should I be doing this morning,” I asked, slowly coming to life.

“Me!” Aria cried out.

“No, Me! Me!” Carter argued.

I was still a little slow on the take. Looking on in awe as the two gorgeous ladies vied for my attention. I could feel myself responding to the idea.

“Down boy. They’re teasing you. Take a dip in the lake, you stink of booze. Then take a ride up the trail and see how bad it’s going to be getting out of here,” Nora told me.

I’m sure I looked like a little boy who’d had his candy snatched out of his grasp.

“Aw, don’t pout,” Aria told me while she moved behind me and leaned her breasts against my head. She gave my shoulders a gentle massage. “Maybe when you get back we’ll let you lather us all up with suntan lotion.”

Carter giggled. “Right. You’ve already promised that to both the other men.”

“Hey,” Aria argued, “First, there are three of us, and second we need to get covered more than once a day, don’t you think?”

“True, true.”

“Where’s my towel?” I asked, looking around.

“You snooze, you lose. There’s a limited supply so we’re washing them a few at a time. You don’t need to worry anyway. Of course yours would be one of the trousers that managed to stay local. You won’t want to head up that trail in just a towel anyway.” Nora informed me.

“You don’t need a towel for a dip in the lake,” Aria reminded me. “So stop staring already, and get to it, or we’ll put the eye-candy away.”

I turned on my heel and headed out the front door.

“Wait up, I’ll walk with you, I need to check on Elias,” Carter said, chasing after me.

We could see Elias at work with a gas weed-wacker down near the waterline. The path down had a decent slope to it, but not enough to make the walk difficult. The path was stone and looked as old as everything else, and just as solid. There was grass, real Bermuda grass, for about 10′ on each side of the walk, and then a stretch of 5 feet of plain dirt to the side of that, then more grass. It looked odd.

“Elias does that to keep everything else from overgrowing the grass. I think it’s overkill. He sprays a couple of gallons of Roundup on it every couple of months all summer. I figure it can’t be good for the environment.”

“I’m not going to second-guess him. He’s the one doing the work, and the grass looks amazing.” I had stepped off of the walkway onto the grass, which felt soft and cool under my feet. Carter fell beside me.

We walked a few steps in silence before she spoke. “I’m sorry about last night.”

I laughed. “I’m not. It was stupid and wrong; the place and timing were horrible. Under the right circumstances it could have been one of the most sensational experiences of my life, but hell, I’ll take it as it was, and thank my lucky stars.”

“You are so bad,” she said, giving me a little bump on her shoulder.

“Look who’s talking, hot-lips.”

“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” She said, turning away, as we ambled slowly along.

“I don’t want to do that; I want to get you horny, like me.” I teased. Her husband was only about 40 feet away.

“Mission accomplished. I’ve been horny ever since I started walking around wearing only a towel, one slip away from being completely nude in front of everybody.” She paused in her stroll, and did a spin for me. “Walking around with my tits out, I feel like I’m begging everybody to fondle me and have their way with me,” she said, turning back to the lake.

“So can we keep our little mistake last night a secret?” She asked me softly, turning toward where her husband was clearing out the tall weeds.

“I think so,” I told her softly. I paused to turn and walk toward the water while she peeled off to check in with her hubby.

“That’s good. I figure if I can trust you with one big secret, maybe I can trust you with more in the future. Maybe much more.” And with that she turned and walked away.

I walked out onto the dock and took a dive toward the swimming platform about 30 yards out. I used a nice easy freestyle that cut through the cool water easily, refreshing me, and making me feel 100% better. When I got to the platform I climbed up and rested for a bit, letting the warm sun beat down on me. It felt like it was in the high 80’s already.

I looked back to the cabin, which was so picturesque perched on the hill. Aria was on the porch, laying towels across the railing to dry, getting the full impact of the sun. Looking down at the water’s edge, I saw Carter had entered the lake and was swimming my way, with an easy breaststroke. How apropos. She got to the platform and climbed up the ladder to join me.

“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, it 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.