Weekend outing went out of normal with friends – 02

I teased her pussy, and massaged her clit, while I watched Aria knead Nora’s ass, wrenching a soft moan out of her. When I finally got Carter to groan for me, Nora barked at me without even looking.

“Bastard! Do her legs now, and stop teasing the poor thing.” Her voice didn’t hold any anger in it, and she sighed deeply as her bare pussy was carefully lotioned as well.

With play time called off, I finished Carter’s legs, and stood up to leave. Aria had other ideas, and reached out and rubbed a slippery lotioned hand across my full hard cock. “Just trying to help you avoid a burn,” she said with a smile. “Carter, get the other side?”

And while Aria straddled my prone wife, she and Carter made sure the part of my body normally covered by my swimsuit was protected from the ravages of the sun. Aria made sure that the sensitive skin of my cock was especially protected. “Get out of here,” she finally growled, “before I get us all in trouble.”

Regretfully, I stepped over my wife, and took a dive toward the shore.

* * *

At the cabin Elias was at work in the back and he showed me the work area. Sometime in the past, someone had built a 10 x 12 metal shed up against the main cabin. Elias had been offended by the look, and over the previous summer, had added a rough cut log facade to the thing, matching the look of the cabin pretty damn well. Inside the generator was running, under a large panel and beside a pile of big batteries.

There were four Jerry cans of fuel beside it. That and the weed-whacker were the only high tech things there. When I asked for a chainsaw, he just laughed and pointed a large ax to one side. “We’re kind of old fashioned here. Check out the original grinding stone.”

He had a treadle powered grindstone, which must have been as old as the cabin. He took a seat at it and gave me a quick lesson at sharpening. He had put some pants on, but I was still naked as a jaybird, and when I went to sit and sharpen my ax, the spinning grindstone, so near to my crotch and the inside of my thighs had me as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He took pity on me after about a minute of near disastrous effort and within a minute had the edge of the ax gleaming.

I took my tool, found my pants and boots in the carport and partially dressed. I headed up the road away from the cabin and within a few hundred yards I knew we were in trouble. The backside of the hill was soaked and the road was thick with mud and puddles.

A large branch crossed the road just a little ways further, and I got off the bike and carefully walked around it in the dense woods and heavy underbrush. Back on the bike I made it another 5 minutes before I hit a real doozy. A larger tree had been uprooted, with the entire root ball showing, and was leaning across the trail, the upper part of the tree tangled in another one across the way. The only good news was that ahead I could see the turn in the road, where it met the wider, better tended gravel road.