It was a warm summer afternoon when I first met her. I was taking a leisurely stroll around the lake, enjoying the peaceful surroundings, when I noticed her sitting on a bench, running her fingers through her damp hair. She had a pixie cut, and the way the sunlight reflected off her wet locks was nothing short of mesmerizing.
As I approached her, I couldn’t help but take in her beauty. She was wearing a simple white bra, the straps peeking out from under her tank top, and her sun-kissed skin glowed in the afternoon light. I introduced myself, and we quickly struck up a conversation.
We talked for hours, learning about each other’s lives and discovering shared interests. As the sun began to set, she suggested we take a walk along the lake. We meandered along the water’s edge, hand in hand, as the sky turned brilliant shades of pink and orange.
Our conversation turned flirtatious, and before I knew it, we were standing in a secluded spot, surrounded by tall grass and wildflowers. She looked up at me with those big, brown eyes, and I knew I had to kiss her.
I leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. She tasted like strawberries and sunshine, and I couldn’t get enough. Our hands explored each other’s bodies, and I gently traced my fingers over the straps of her bra.
She moaned softly as I kissed her neck, my lips finding that sensitive spot just below her ear. I could feel her heart racing as I unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. I took a moment to admire her, my hands gently cupping her curves.
She responded by unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers tracing a path down my chest. I shivered as she ran her nails over my nipples, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.
We stumbled back to the bench, our clothes falling away as we kissed and touched each other. I knelt between her legs, my tongue exploring her wet folds. She moaned my name as I licked and sucked, her fingers tangled in my hair.
I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers as I entered her, her hips bucking against me. She cried out as she came, her body trembling with pleasure.
I entered her slowly, my cock sliding in easily. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. We moved together, our bodies in sync as we chased our pleasure.
“Yes, harder,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. I complied, my hips slamming against hers as I drove deeper.
She screamed my name as she came again, her muscles clenching around me. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm ripping through me as I filled her with my seed.
We collapsed onto the bench, our bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. We stayed there for what felt like hours, our limbs entwined as we caught our breath.
As the sun began to rise, we reluctantly dressed and said our goodbyes. I knew I would never forget that night, the way she looked in the moonlight, the way her body felt against mine.
And as I walked away, I couldn’t help but hope that this was just the beginning of our lakeside romance.
