A Summer’s Day by the Lake

It was a sweltering summer afternoon as Martha, a young woman of 23, lay on a towel by the calm lake. Her petite body glistened with sweat, and her golden hair fanned out around her. She was reading a book, but the words swam in her head as the heat became unbearable.

Suddenly, she sensed a shadow over her. She looked up to find a tall, athletic man named Jack, who was visiting from a nearby town. She knew him to be 28 and had noticed him admiring her from afar.

“Mind if I join you?” Jack asked, holding his own towel.

Martha hesitated but then smiled. “Sure, go ahead.”

As Jack settled in beside her, Martha couldn’t help but notice his toned physique. She felt a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the sun.

They exchanged pleasantries, speaking of the lake and the summer’s heat. Before long, Jack leaned in, catching Martha off guard. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and Martha’s breath hitched as she met his gaze.

The tension between them grew palpable. With a soft brush of his lips against hers, Martha felt herself melt into the kiss. Jack’s hand wandered up her thigh, igniting a fire within her.

They peeled off their sweat-drenched clothes, Martha’s bikini and Jack’s swimming trunks, revealing their eager, naked bodies. Jack’s fingers traced the curves of her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.

Martha sighed, her hand wrapping around Jack’s thick cock. She stroked him firmly, feeling him swell in her grasp.

Jack couldn’t resist Martha’s allure any longer. He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide. With one swift thrust, he entered her slick pussy, earning a gasp from Martha.

Their moans echoed through the still air as they moved together. Jack’s hips slapped against Martha’s, driving his cock deeper inside her.

“Yes, Jack,” Martha panted, her nails digging into his back.

Their bodies slick with sweat, they rolled over, Martha now on top. She ground her hips against him, her clit throbbing with pleasure.

“Oh, God, Martha!” Jack cried out, his hands gripping her hips.

Martha leaned forward, her breasts pressed against Jack’s chest. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as they both reached their peak.

Martha threw her head back, her pussy clenching around Jack’s cock as she came hard. Jack’s climax followed, his warm release filling her.

As they lay in each other’s arms, panting heavily, Jack looked into Martha’s eyes.

“I hope this is just the beginning,” he whispered.

Martha smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“Me too.”

They shared one more kiss, the taste of salt and sex on their lips, as the sun began its slow descent over the lake.

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