In the stillness of a summer evening, the sun cast a golden hue over the tranquil lake. A young woman with long, flowing auburn hair named Eliza, 22 years old, sat on the dock, her legs dangling in the cool water. She was lost in thought, her mind wandering to the man she had been intimate with the night before, a tall, dark-haired stranger named Dante, 25 years old.
Dante, a man of Mediterranean descent, had a chiseled jawline, a muscular physique, and piercing dark eyes. He was a drifter, traveling from town to town, never staying in one place for too long. Their paths had crossed at a local bar, and they had quickly found themselves entangled in a passionate love affair.
Eliza’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel path leading to the lake. She looked up to see Dante approaching, his eyes fixed on her with an intense hunger. He was wearing a white linen shirt, untucked, and unbuttoned at the collar, revealing his toned chest. His dark hair was disheveled, and his stubble had grown into a full beard since the last time she had seen him.
Without a word, Dante sat down next to Eliza and wrapped his arms around her. They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of the water lapping against the dock. Dante leaned in and kissed Eliza, his tongue exploring her mouth with a familiarity that only comes from intimate knowledge.
Their hands began to wander, Dante’s fingers tracing a path up Eliza’s thigh, under her skirt, and into her panties. She gasped as his fingers found her wet and ready for him. He began to stroke her clit, the sensation causing Eliza to moan softly.
Dante’s other hand found its way to Eliza’s breast, his thumb grazing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his hand, urging him to continue.
Eliza’s hand found its way to Dante’s crotch, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. She unzipped his fly and reached inside, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. She began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft.
Dante’s fingers were now working feverishly on Eliza’s clit, his other hand tweaking her nipple. She was moaning louder now, her hips moving in time with Dante’s fingers.
Dante stood up, pulling Eliza to her feet. He turned her around, bending her over the dock. He pulled her panties down, exposing her ass. He spit on his hand, using it to lube her asshole.
Dante positioned himself behind Eliza, his cock pressing against her asshole. He pushed inside her, causing her to gasp. He began to thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoing across the lake.
Eliza reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub herself as Dante fucked her from behind. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, her moans growing louder.
Dante’s thrusts became more urgent, his balls slapping against Eliza’s ass. She could feel him getting close to cumming, his cock twitching inside her.
With a final thrust, Dante came, his hot cum filling Eliza’s ass. She continued to rub her clit, her orgasm building. With a final moan, she came, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Dante pulled out of Eliza, his cum dripping down her legs. She stood up, turning to face him. They kissed, their tongues intertwined, tasting each other’s sweat and cum.
As the sun began to set, casting a pink hue over the lake, Eliza and Dante sat back down on the dock. They sat in silence, their bodies still humming with pleasure, their hearts beating in sync.
The night was still, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the dock. Eliza leaned her head on Dante’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. They sat like that until the last light of the sun had faded, the stars beginning to twinkle in the sky above.
