“I did not see you there,” she said.
“Just me, my chair, a cooler, and a book to read. I am enjoying the solitude, shade and a occasional breeze here. Not many people come over to this area,” I replied
“You are right. Would you mind sharing this area with me. I don’ fit in with the young crowd and the families.”
“Sure, I would like a little company. By the way, my name is Karl.”
She replied, “My name is Rhonda. How are you?”
“Fine, may offer you something to cool to drink-water, beer, or wine?”
“I’d love some wine.”
I began to check her out. Rhonda was wearing a beach jacket and big floppy hat and I had some trouble sizing her up. I gave her a cup of Pinot Grigio and got a beer for myself.
We began to talk and become friends. Our discussion was a comparison of life stories. I was a widower and she was also widowed plus divorced. Neither of us seemed to be looking for a relationship. Just a couple of people who were looking to stay cool in the blazing Southwestern sun.
The heat was building and it was time to take a dip in the lake. I took off my ASU t-shirt and jumped into the lake. Rhonda removed her beach jacket revealing a very conservative, black one piece suit. We cooled off in the water and decided meet back here the day after tomorrow. I told her that I would bring another chair and refreshments. She would bring some sandwiches. I told her, same time and same place on Wednesday.
Wednesday arrived and we met at our spot on the lake. It was another great lake day with a temp of about a hundred, no clouds, and perfect for swimming and sun bathing. Once again, Rhonda had on her beach jacket, but when she took it off, things were entirely different. This time, she was wearing a light blue bikini. As I looked at her, I noticed that she had no tan lines and really looked hot.
We swam and splashed for about forty minutes before having lunch. It was great and we were getting friendlier by the minute. After lunch, we got into the water and started to fool around. After splashing each other with water, we started tickling the other person. This lead to an embrace and then we were passionately kissing in the lake.
“How did this start?” I inquired.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want it to stop. This is exciting,” replied Rhonda.
We continued to make out and our hands were very busy. Rhonda began to rub my nipples and then her hand slid down inside my swim trunks. With that move, it triggered my hands to fondle her perky 34B breasts that had no sag. She was a little chubby as compared to me being overweight. As I was feeling her breast, my other hand was heading her bottoms.
“Can anyone see us?” Rhonda asked.
I answered, “I don’t think so. This area is pretty deserted. I can’t see or hear anyone.”
Suddenly, it did not matter if people were watching. My hands were underwater playing with her womanhood. My hand began to rub her clit while my fingers were entering her love canal. Rhonda did not stop me, but encouraged my sexual advances. I surely was going anywhere while she was busy stroking my penis.
To me, this was crazy. A couple of older people who did not know much about each other were now giving watery sexual physicals. I began to remove Rhonda’s swim suit when she stopped me.
“I need a little more time before I am ready to take the next step. I don’t mind fooling around, but I have to think this out.”
I said, “Okay, I’ll let you set our pace. So, still want to continue to fool around?”
We went back to manipulating the other person. I kept rubbing her clit and fingering her and she was busy stroking my cock. I was ready to cum from her hand job.
I groaned, “I’m going to cum.”
“Go ahead because I ‘m going to cum with you,” she said.
After about ten more strokes, Rhonda shook as my penis shot a couple of strings of sperm into the lake.
“Wow, that felt good,” I said.
Rhonda was proud of herself as she remarked, “Glad you enjoyed it. It gave a great feeling of power and control.”
I looked at her and suggested that we go to dinner. Since we had two cars at the lake, we decide to go home and get cleaned up.
When I got there, Rhonda had already arrived and had a table. We ordered drinks and dinner. Our conservation was about us and how happy we were with each other’s company.
We began to drink and do a little bar hopping. At about midnight, Rhonda whispered to me that she wanted to take the next step. However, not now, but in the lake where we started this escapade. We agreed on Monday, same time and same place.
Monday arrived and I was at our spot early. Every thing was the same and Rhonda showed up wearing her beach jacket with her floppy hat and sandwiches. We ate lunch and Rhonda removed her beach jacket.
She had on a leopard print micro bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Rhonda ran into the lake and yelled at me.
“If you can catch me, you can have me.”
I was stunned by her outfit, but inspired by her words. Amazingly, I had become an champion swimmer getting to Rhonda.
Finally, I captured her in my arms. We embraced, kissed and started molesting each other. We were both willing, ready and able to please the other. Her hands zeroed in on my crotch and penis. When she found her prize, she let out a low guttural moan.
I was busy with her breasts and feeling her nipples becoming excited. Those pert nipples were erect and hard. We now wanted to pleasure each other.
My hands undid her top and she was tugging down my swim suit. Next, my attention was turned to her bottoms and I removed them. Now, we were both naked before each other. As my hands returned to her breasts, Rhonda floated herself to the surface and clamped her legs around my waist. With a little adjusting, my cock easily slid into her cunt.
“Ooo, yeah, that feels nice,” she moaned.
“Yes it does,” I replied
With me standing in the water up to my chest and Rhonda clamped onto me, we began our sexual adventure.
At first, it was tricky. However, the more we did it, the easier it was to enjoy. She also used her vaginal muscles to hang on and give me a great feeling. As our rhythmic motion continued, our speed and intensity increased. Then Rhonda came up with a brain storm.
“Okay Karl, let’s get into shallow water and you can enter me from behind. I’ll put my hands on my knees.
“I like this plan. If it doesn’t work, let’s just go to the beach blanket.”
We got into shallow water and assumed our positions. There was Rhonda’s ass facing me and her crotch waiting for me. This was a lot easier and allowed for some hard thrusts. Rhonda really got into it and the water was splashing all over while we were having sex. After about five minutes, Rhonda requested that we head to the blanket,
She got into the missionary position and I moved between her legs. Just like in the water, I easily slid into her womanhood. She let out a sigh as I started my thrusts. Rhonda arched her hips on my advances and she still had her legs clamped around me. It was as if she never wanted to let go. As we were going at it, she came up with another surprise.
“Karl, I want to get on top.”
“Sure, whatever you want,” I replied,
We switched positions and then she went reverse cowgirl. I was not expecting that move, but it was amazing. Rhonda was bouncing up and down on my cock and I started to get ready to lose of my seed.
“I’m going to cum,” I exclaimed.
“Me too. This is great!”
She went up and down on my shaft about five more times and I felt my load leaving my body. Simultaneously, Rhonda felt a warm blast enter her body. She squealed with her climax and froze in time before she got off me.
Rhonda looked at me, smiled, and kissed me. We got cleaned up, dressed, and talked about life. As we left the lake, I mentioned that I would be back on Wednesday. Oddly, Rhonda did not say much.
On Wednesday, there was no Rhonda. I sat there and contemplated what had occurred. I could only just shrug my shoulders and shake my head. Then, after thinking about Rhonda, I walked back to the SUV.
When I arrived at the vehicle, I found a surprise. On the windshield, I found a manila envelope with my name and a note on it.
Karl,
Our time together has been wonderful and I have feelings for you. I am so confused and don’t know what to do. I need to be by myself.
Love,
Rhonda
I opened the envelope and found the leopard print micro bikini that she had worn. She left as a remembrance of our time together. She really did not have to do that because I could never forget her.
