It was a sweltering summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her. I had retreated to the lake to escape the city’s heat, and there she was, a vision in the sun. A petite woman, no more than 5’2″, with a front pixie haircut that highlighted her delicate features. She wore a low-cut bathing suit that revealed her ample cleavage, making my heart race.
As I approached, she looked up, her emerald eyes meeting mine. A coy smile played on her lips, and I felt my loins stir. We struck up a conversation, and I learned she was a photographer, in town to capture the lake’s beauty. Her name was Bella, and she was a year older than me, turning 22 this very month.
We spent the day together, exploring the lake’s shores and sharing stories. As the sun began to set, she suggested we continue our adventure at her cabin. I agreed, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Once inside, Bella offered me a drink, which I gladly accepted. As she handed me the glass, our fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I looked into her eyes, and I knew what was about to happen.
She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine. I could feel her heart racing, matching my own. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together. She tasted of strawberries and wine, and I couldn’t get enough.
Her hands roamed my body, caressing my back and grabbing my ass. I moaned into her mouth, feeling my cock grow hard. She broke our kiss, a wicked grin on her face. She reached down, grabbing my cock through my pants, giving it a squeeze.
“Someone’s excited,” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. I could only nod, unable to find my voice.
She led me to her bedroom, pushing me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. I could feel her heat through her bathing suit, and I knew I needed to be inside her.
She ground against me, her hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm. She leaned down, her cleavage spilling out of her bathing suit. I couldn’t resist the temptation, leaning up to take a nipple into my mouth. She moaned, her hips bucking against me.
She reached behind her, pulling her bathing suit to the side. I could see her wet, pink pussy, glistening in the dim light. I needed to taste her, to feel her.
I sat up, pushing her back onto the bed. I spread her legs, burying my face in her pussy. I licked and sucked, teasing her clit with my tongue. She moaned, her fingers grabbing my hair.
“Yes, just like that,” she moaned.
I continued to eat her out, feeling her getting closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to cum, I stopped, a wicked grin on my face.
“No, please,” she begged, her eyes pleading.
I stood up, pulling off my clothes. My cock sprang free, hard and ready. She reached for it, but I pushed her back onto the bed.
“I want to be inside you,” I growled.
She spread her legs, inviting me in. I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock. She moaned, her hips moving, trying to get me inside her.
I finally gave in, pushing inside her. She was tight and wet, her pussy gripping my cock. I started to move, thrusting in and out of her. She met my thrusts, her hips moving in a perfect rhythm.
We fucked like animals, our bodies moving together as one. I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans getting louder and louder.
“I’m going to cum,” she moaned.
I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. She screamed, her pussy clenching around my cock. I could feel her cumming, her orgasm triggering my own.
I filled her with my cum, our bodies trembling with pleasure. We collapsed onto the bed, our chests heaving.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on my chest.
I couldn’t agree more. Our lakeside tryst was one I would never forget.
