6 comments/ 32723 views/ 10 favorites Just Relaxing By: TV_News_Babe Author's Note: In order to preempt the e-mails I know I'll get about this story, I can tell you that only one of the chapters actually happened to me exactly the way I wrote it. It's your job to determine which one. Enjoy! Chapter One: Mary and Dan I take vacations—by myself—to relax. My job in TV news is stressful on the calmest days. Plus, having recently turned forty, I know the station is always looking for a cute, young thing right out of college to take my place that they can pay minimum wage to. So I'm constantly having to prove myself and keep myself in decent shape. I've done alright with all that so far, allowing myself to unwind a little on vacation. This summer I chose to head for the trees and lakes of northern Wisconsin. I did my homework online and found a log cabin resort that appeared to have everything I wanted: seclusion; woods; lakes; and, about a half dozen cabins, meaning there would at least be other people to interact with if the mood struck me. Two days of driving got me to the resort in the middle of the afternoon of the second day. Just getting out of the car convinced me I had made the right choice. It was considerably cooler than back home and the only noise I heard was that of my shoes on the gravel of the parking lot in front of the office. I checked in and was happy to hear my cabin was waiting for me. The owner directed me to a central parking area which put me within easy walking distance to my cabin. That walk was the beginning of what would prove to be an eventful week. The woods got denser and denser as I neared my two bedroom log cabin, which turned out to be even prettier than the pictures on the website. A small front porch that ran along the entire length of the cabin was only a tease of what I found once I got inside and started exploring. As soon as I put my bags down, I stepped out onto a magnificent deck in the back that offered a view through the trees of a huge, crystal clear lake. I was in heaven already before even checking out the bedrooms, living room, kitchen and eating area. Then I noticed the loft and decided I might never leave. This would work. It took an hour to unpack and organize, only because I'm a woman. It was only going to be few days in this wonderful wilderness, but I packed every conceivable weight of clothing knowing that it would be cold at nights and either warm or cool during the day, depending on whether I was in the woods or on the lake or in town or whatever. I had a swimming suit, shorts, t-shirts, sweatshirts, sweaters and heavy coats. I had it all. My first task, I decided, was to go buy food to cook. I had noticed a grill on the back deck and the kitchen was as good as mine at home, so the range of options in food I could get was endless. That took another hour after a short drive into the nearest town, which was technically called a village where I came from. Upon arriving back at the parking lot for the cabin, I had my first brief encounter with the neighbors as I unloaded the car. "Can we help?" I heard a man ask while I pulled plastic grocery bags out of the trunk. I turned and saw a man and his wife behind me. Or, at least, I assumed they were man and wife but the first impression I had was that she was fairly younger than him. He looked to be around fifty, and the woman was no older than me, if not younger. "Oh, no, that's alright," I began to say, but they were approaching me with every intent of making sure it only took one trip to get everything. "Here. We'll get those," the man said as I stepped aside. He and his wife split the last few bags between them and I slammed the trunk closed. "Thanks," I said as we began the walk to the cabin. "You must think I'm cooking for a whole family, but it's just me." "How long are you staying?" he asked. "A few more days," I replied. His wife said, "We've been here two days already and have a week left. It's so beautiful." "I agree, and I haven't really looked around much," I said. I managed to unlock the cabin and the three of us placed the bags on tables and counters in the kitchen and eating area. "Thank you so much," I said. "My name's Charlotte, by the way." They introduced themselves as Mary and Dan and I had a better chance to look at them up close. Dan was certainly a nice-looking man, but Mary was truly stunning. She had short, fly-away blonde hair that I would have killed for, gorgeous facial features, and a tall frame that was proportionally well filled out. She was just extremely cute. "Would you like to come over tonight sometime after dinner and sit on the deck with us?" Mary asked after the introductions were complete. "The bar is well stocked." I didn't need to know the bar was stocked to quickly accept the offer. They seemed like really fun people from the short conversation we had and they could probably give me some hints on what to do in the area, as well. We set a time, they made sure I knew which cabin was theirs, and they left. The week was starting off just fine. The sun was sinking by the time I was ready to head over to the 'party' and it was getting cooler. I threw on a sweatshirt and jeans, matching the casualness of what Mary and Dan wore when I met them. I felt guilty not taking anything, but they had insisted. It was a short walk along an eerily quiet trail from my cabin to theirs. I saw the glow from a fire in a fire pit as I approached and the smell of the smoke permeated the woods around me. This was exactly what I went on vacation for and now I only hoped that my new friends were as nice as they initially seemed to be. If not, there were other cabins with residents I hadn't met yet. I was glad to see I had not underdressed. Mary and Dan were just as laid-back as myself and I eagerly climbed the deck steps to join them. I accepted Mary's offer for wine and we sat in chairs overlooking the lake. Clearly, Mary was the extrovert of the two. Dan was attentive, but rarely entered into the conversation, choosing instead to listen and add a comment when prompted to. I mentally had already pegged him as a senior vice president somewhere and Mary as a corporate marketing person. I was certain that the talk would get around to jobs eventually. For now, we concentrated on the cabins, the lake, and what Mary and Dan knew of the people in the other cabins. "There are two guys in the next cabin over," she said, tilting her head in that direction. "Don't know their names yet. They fish almost all day. But I've seen their boat and it's huge. It's more like a catamaran than a regular fishing boat. I'd love to go out on it." "But are the guys cute?" I asked with a smile. "Oh, yeah. Kind of young, though," Mary said. Dan never flinched. I began to think he was used to Mary's commentary. That led the conversation into me having to admit I was divorced, although by my own accord, and the not totally surprising declaration that Mary was Dan's second wife. Finally, we talked jobs and they were interested in hearing what it was like to be on TV. I am proud to say I correctly guessed Dan's job exactly, but Mary turned out to work for a public relations firm. I considered that a near miss. It was dark before Mary offered to show me their cabin, which was the next size larger than the one I had reserved. She was a good tour guide and probably missed her calling in real estate. We were becoming very comfortable around each other, which, unbeknownst to me, was part of a much larger plan that Mary and Dan had for me. By the time the tour was nearing completion, I was feeling a bizarre magnetism toward Mary like no other woman I'd ever known for such a short period of time. I meet tons of people in my job, but she was unique. It wasn't just a physical attraction to her natural beauty, but a bonding of some type I couldn't explain. We were in the loft, surrounded by soft chairs and a couch, looking down into the living area with its big stone fireplace, when we stopped and I felt Mary's hand on my forearm. "We really appreciate you coming over tonight on such short notice, Charlotte," she said. "Dan thinks you are very cute and I have to agree." Her hand swept across my shoulder-length blonde hair and a shiver went down my spine. "I have a favor to ask, if you don't mind," Mary said quietly. "What's that?" I replied. "Kiss me." I desperately wanted to, but my mind forced me to speak first. "Mary, I'm not...you know...I'm not...," I stammered. "I'm not either," Mary interrupted. "Just kiss me." She was a couple inches taller than me and when she leaned forward, it was as if I had nowhere to escape. Or I didn't want to. Her mouth touched mine and her hands were on my arms. I felt her tongue on my lips. I instinctively turned my head a little and our tongues met. Within seconds, the kiss intensified and my hands reached out for her. My first sensuous kiss with another woman made my knees weak the longer it lasted. My hands went up to her soft hair and Mary's arms wrapped themselves around me. The feeling of her body against mine only deepened my appeal for her. It lasted maybe a minute. It seemed like an hour to me, with all the thoughts and feelings rushing through my mind and body. I could hardly breathe when we finished. Then I looked down and saw him: Dan was below, looking straight up at us. His hand was on his crotch. Mary felt my body go tense. "It's OK, Charlotte. It's what we want. Kiss me again. Please," Mary begged. I obeyed. It was just as long; just as wonderful. My pussy grew damper by the second and I cursed myself for it. "I have one more request," Mary said in a near whisper. I looked at her, acknowledging her with only my eyes. "Make love to me...while Dan watches. It's the only way he can...I mean, he can't...we haven't had sex in over a year," Mary tried to explain. "Maybe this will help, Charlotte. Do it for us, please." My hesitation was obvious. She gave me a minute to take in everything she had said. Then her hands slid inside my sweatshirt, onto my bare stomach. Her fingers were like magic against my skin. "Just this once," Mary pleaded softly. I nodded. She smiled and kissed me harder than before, letting her hands rise to the bottom of my breasts and I was never so thankful that I had not worn a bra. She covered my tits with her palms and massaged them. I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her closer. There were times I wasn't sure I had any idea what I was doing. My body was just reacting and I was a passenger with no control. When my eyes opened, Dan was nearly to the top of the steps coming up to the loft. Mary and I watched him sit in a nearby chair, with a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. "Thank you, Charlotte," Mary told me. "You won't regret this." I should probably explain what appeared to be such a hasty acceptance of Mary and Dan's appeal. One of the little pleasures I get out of being in TV news is a peculiar sense of voyeurism almost every time I'm on. I know people are looking at me, men in particular. I think I have a pretty decent body and more than ample breasts. Having guys watch me has always been in the back of my mind during my career. I enjoy it. To be able to act as sexual therapist for Mary and Dan and, in real time, have a man watch me having sex—even though it was with his wife—made my decision much easier. I had mentally been preparing to show myself to a man for a long time. The fact Mary was so sexy made it even easier. Luckily for me, Mary took charge. She resumed her fondling of my tits, pulling on the nipples under my sweatshirt and joyfully watching my face show all the pleasure I was getting out of it. At the same time she began to lift the sweatshirt, Dan began to open his pants. When Mary was leaning down to lick one of my tits, Dan was pulling out his cock. I didn't' know who to watch. My eyes flew back and forth between the man and his wife, each view offering me a great turn-on. Mary started to lift my sweatshirt with the clear intention of taking it off and my heart pounded faster. I couldn't help but look over at Dan and gaze at him pulling on his long, hard cock. He had pushed his jeans and underwear down to the middle of his thighs. Whatever issues Mary was hinting at that her husband had, they were apparently solved by watching me get topless because I couldn't remember seeing a larger erection in my entire life. At least, not in person. Mary spent a few moments sucking and licking my tits, much to my delight. I wondered why no man knew how to do such a simple thing in the same erotic fashion that Mary did. Flashes of ecstasy flowed straight to my pussy every time her tongue hit my sensitive nipples or she bit them with just the right amount of force. Not until I moaned out loud did she begin to lick her way down my body, past my navel and to the top of my jeans. Kneeling in front of me, she opened my pants and pulled down on my panties to give her access nearly to my clit. She licked me, and then little-by-little tugged on my jeans and panties until they were half way down my hips and ass. She might have been putting on a show for Dan, teasing him with a few inches of my skin at a time. I just wanted her to finish and, hopefully, apply her wonderful tongue techniques to my pussy. It was certainly working for Dan, though. The head of his massive cock was turning pink and the veins bulged up and down the shaft. Slowly, Mary got me naked. I stepped out of my shoes, jeans and panties with her assistance and the feeling I had was indescribable. My pussy throbbed with anticipation. But as much as I wanted Mary to make me cum, I also wanted to do the same to her. I desired to see her naked and an hour earlier the possibility of it would have never crossed my mind. When I saw her face draw near to me, I wasn't sure I could stand up by myself. I spread my feet apart without her even having to ask. Mary put her hands on the outside of my legs and leaned in. Then I felt it. Her mouth was on my pussy. She kissed me. All over. I closed my eyes and felt my body shake. I actually gasped out loud when her tongue first touched me. It was under me, searching for the opening where my sweet juices were already leaking out. She found it and I gripped the top of her head as she pushed the tongue inside me. "Oh my God, Mary," I whispered. She probed me over and over with that wonderful, wet tongue. I pulled her closer. She inserted it into me even further. Mary was fucking me with her tongue and I was making indiscernible noises of joy that I'd never made during sex with a man. I swore it couldn't get any better...until she moved up to my clit. First, her lips surrounded it. Then she sucked it into her mouth. Then her tongue attacked it and I cried out, "Yes, Mary. Oh fuck, yes! Yes!" That's when it struck me that I was about to cum, with a woman I'd only met that day assaulting my clit and a man I didn't know masturbating as he watched. Of course, that only added to the explosive climax that caused my squeals to echo throughout the cabin. I shook from head to toe as I came, Mary holding me by the ass to apply as much pressure as she could to my clit. Then I came again. Waves of pleasure collected at my pussy and were released by Mary's delightful tongue. It was without a doubt the best series of orgasms I'd ever had. I had to beg Mary to stop. She stood in front of me and kissed me, my own juices still wet on her lips. "I want to make you cum," I whispered into her ear. Mary responded, "I'm going to face Dan. Stand behind me and strip me in front of him." I would have done anything for her at that point, after what she'd just done to me. So I gladly stood behind her and moved my hands inside her shirt. I felt her bra and removed the shirt while Dan watched and stroked his still very hard cock. Before taking off the bra, I let my fingers slide inside it and caress her luscious tits. They were so firm for her age, and maybe a little bit smaller than mine. But they felt wonderful. I leisurely unhooked Mary's bra and teased her husband as much as I could by taking it off slowly. His eyes never left her tits, especially when I squeezed them and rolled the nipples between my fingers. I let one hand travel down her body and inside her jeans. Then I unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper, giving me more space to again insert my hand and seek out her pussy. Mary leaned her head back when I stroked her clit and I kissed her neck. I took off her jeans first, leaving her in just her tiny panties. For a couple minutes I let my hands wander all over her pussy and ass and thighs. I could feel the wetness accumulating in her panties. I removed the panties slowly, rubbing her clit once it was exposed before getting Mary naked. Whatever problem Dan had with Mary in the past was not evident to me now. He was as hard as a rock and seemingly ready to cum at any time. I wasn't sure what they wanted, so I took a chance. "Help me, Dan," I said to him. "Help me make Mary cum. Fuck her while I hold her." He was out of the chair almost before I finished. His rigid cock sprung out from between his legs and I knew if we acted quickly, he'd be fine. "Put that beautiful cock inside her," I said. "Now!" Mary became the center of a sandwich with me behind her and Dan swiftly closing in from in front. He put his cock in place and even I was surprised with the swiftness with which he was ready. "Ahhhhhh, yes! Oh Dan. Yes!" Mary cried out as the cock was driven deep inside her pussy. I instantly reached up for her tits and pinched her nipples tightly. She gasped partly because of that and partly at the force with which her husband was now fucking her. I let him hold her by the ass and I felt his knuckles on my own pussy. To say the whole scene was erotic was a gross understatement. Soon, I was rubbing her clit, feeling Dan's wet cock sliding in and out of her the entire time. Mary's little yelps of delight increased in intensity as she came closer and closer to cumming. But it was Dan I was most interested in. Would this 'treatment' be enough to bring back whatever he was missing before? The answer was better than I expected. Simultaneously, they announced that they were about to cum. They urged each other on and I joined in, pressing harder and harder on Mary's clit. Then they came in prolonged mutual moans and groans, Dan's hands nearly making me cum again in the process as he clung to Mary's ass and I held onto her from behind. Even my heart was pounding at the end, feeling and hearing the obvious pleasure they had cumming together for what was apparently the first time in ages. It was an evening I would never forget. Chapter Two: Mark and Doug Mary and I sat on the deck of my cabin the next morning. I learned a little more about her and Dan's struggles to save their sex lives, caused as much by their busy work lives than any physical ailments. "What you did last night, Charlotte, was take us back to how we used to act with each other," Mary explained. "Sex used to be fun. Lately, as in the last year or two, it was just something we tried to fit into the schedule. It was becoming a task." "I hope it works for a long time," I said. Mary giggled. "Well, it should. We never left the loft last night." She didn't need to tell me any more and I didn't ask. I was happy for both of them. "So, what are you going today?" she asked me. I shrugged. "Don't know. I'll probably walk down to the lake and see what it's like." "Mind if I join you?" Mary said. "Dan's going fishing with some guys he met. The lake's an hour away, I think he said. I said 'No, thanks.'" "Sure. That way I might not get lost." "Change into your bathing suit," Mary suggested. "The beach down there is pretty good and the water's barely warm enough to swim in." Just Relaxing "Great idea. I'll meet you back here in a few minutes," I told her. As I knew she would, Mary looked great in her little two piece swim suit and a sheer cover. I wore basically the same and we took our towels and a bag of snacks I threw together and headed down the trail outside my cabin. We were quickly in thick woods with the lake about a quarter mile away. A moment later we came to an intersection of trails, and heard voices. To our right, coming through the trees, were two men with fishing gear. "Wait," Mary said in a hushed voice. "It's the two guys I met." It only took a few seconds for them to be upon us, smiling as they recognized Mary. "Hey," one of the young men said. "How's it going?" "Hi. Do ya' think it's going to be warm enough to swim today?" Mary replied. "Yep. And fish." Her description of the men had been incomplete. Yes, they were young; probably in their early thirties. But she didn't say they were drop dead gorgeous hunks. Of course, since my divorce any young, cute male seemed to qualify as a drop dead gorgeous hunk. But these guys were for real and they stood a few feet away. "This is Charlotte," Mary said, nodding my way. "I'm Mary." The men introduced themselves as Mark and Doug. They both had dark hair and eyes. They weren't muscle-bound gym freaks, it appeared, but they obviously kept themselves in shape. They were businessmen, not construction workers, was my guess. "I love your boat," Mary told them. "That was meant for more than fishing, I take it." "Oh yeah," Mark said. "It's actually not designed for that at all. It's a pleasure craft with a small cabin below and everything. But nobody told me we couldn't fish off it when I bought it." "Cool. Maybe you can take us out on it someday," Mary said. "Why not today?" Mark asked. "Because we don't fish?" I said with a tone of sarcasm. "We can fish. You can swim," Doug proposed. "No problem." Mary and I looked at each other but I knew for sure my mind was already made up. "We have beer onboard," Doug added. That wasn't what clinched it for us. Being with these two guys for a few hours on a boat certainly interested us more. We both nodded. "OK," Mary said. "Lead the way." We got to the lake and walked another quarter mile or so to arrive at the boat docks. Mark and Doug's boat looked like a yacht compared to the tiny fishing boats around it. It had a wide bow that could easily be used as a sun deck. The cabin Mark spoke of was to the left of the controls and looked big enough to hold maybe a single bunk, some cabinets, a sink, and the refrigerator or cooler that held their precious beer. In the rear, a large open space contained a couple chairs and a padded bench. Bill Gates might have laughed at it, but to me and Mary it looked like a cruise ship. The men helped us get on and we sat on the bench while watching them put their gear away and untie us from the dock. Mark was at the controls and skillfully had us heading out onto the large lake in no time. We declined offers for beer, but it didn't stop the men from getting theirs. Doug joined us while Mark steered and joined in the conversation over the noise of the two motors. The talk remained strictly about the lake and the cabins. No mention of work was fine with me. I would have been happy simply staring at the two guys all day. I did my share of that as Mary dominated the discussion and added a good bit of flirting along the way. Perhaps her extended period of little or no sex had her ready to play, despite her indications of what happened the previous night after I left. I sat back and observed an apparent expert at work. It was a short ride out to a desolated corner of the lake that Mark and Doug swore was guaranteed to result in fish. They also said it was a little shallower there and the water might be warmer for our swim. The sun was blazing and it was already getting quite warm, so there was no doubt Mary and I would be in the water. We watched them get their fishing equipment ready and swivel their seats to face opposite sides of the boat. "Well, Charlotte. This is going to bore me to tears. Let's swim," Mary announced. "I'm ready," I replied. We were only ready once we had removed the light-weight covers we wore over our suits. The men didn't even attempt to hide their blatant stares at our bodies as we moved to the front of the boat. With our backs to them, Mary was able to catch my eye and wink. I smiled. "How deep is it here?" Mary yelled back to the men. "Fifteen feet," Mark answered without hesitation. With that, Mary gracefully dove into the water. Assured it was without obstacles, I followed her. The initial shock of the cool water took me by surprise. "Oh my God, it's cold!" I exclaimed. "It's refreshing. You'll get used to it." With teeth chattering, I said, "Not likely." We swam twenty yards out from the boat, turned around and came back, just to get the blood flowing. I would never actually get comfortable in the lake, but I no longer felt like I couldn't move. I wondered what our swimming would do to the guys' chances of catching fish. The answer was: nothing. In the fifteen minutes we were in the water they each caught two. So, they were happy and we were 'refreshed.' To get back onto the boat, we had to swim around to the rear and use the built-in steps. Once again, all eyes were on us as we climbed aboard. Mary's suit was a little smaller than mine and really showed off her figure nicely, especially her cute little ass. I had a fuller body than Mary all around and had a suit that covered more, but still got some attention from the men. We dried off quickly, with Mary putting on quite a show for them, as I was beginning to expect from her. Truth be told, I was really starting to like her patent sexuality. I couldn't fathom how Dan could ever lose his desire for her. Mary and I made our way to the sun deck and stretched out our towels. Before long, we were on our backs looking up at the wonderful, warm sun and feeling like we were a million miles from civilization. I could hear the men talking, but in such low tones that I couldn't make out the words. As long as they weren't axe murderers and I could work on my tan, I was happy. Occasionally, we could make out their excitement with a new fish on the line. An hour passed quickly. Then Mary moved closer and said in a near whisper, "Which one do you want?" I laughed and said, "What?!" "Which one do you want?" "What makes you think we get either one?" I said softly. "Two men drinking beer and fishing. Two women in bathing suits on the same boat. Nobody around. Christ, Charlotte. This is as easy as it gets," Mary said. I grinned and shook my head. "Which one?" Mary persisted I looked back at the men. "Doug. I like the quiet ones." "He's yours." If she had a plan, she didn't tell me and I didn't ask. Then again, she made it sound like no plan was needed. It was all new to me and, honestly, very stimulating. "Let's go," she said, getting up to her feet. We stepped along the narrow ledge of the boat running parallel to the inside cabin until we reached the wider, flatter area where the men sat. Mark swung his chair around and said, "Ready to head back?" "Nope. We have all afternoon, right?" Mary answered. "Yes. Just making sure you were alright." "Oh, we're fine. Do you guys need another beer?" she asked. Both men signaled that they did and I went into the cabin with Mary. Once below, she said, "Wait a few seconds, then go back out and send Mark down to me. You stay with Doug. The rest is up to you. We'll be down here." I nearly laughed out loud at the coolness with which Mary laid out her scheme. But I was also secretly trembling inside at the thought of what was to come. Trembling with anticipation. "Give me a beer," I said, remembering why I went down there in the first place. With the cold can in my hand, I went back up and said, "Hey, Mark. Can you help Mary down there? She's lost in even the smallest kitchen." He chuckled and disappeared inside the cabin. I walked over to Doug's chair, coming up to him from behind. I raised the bottom of his t-shirt and put the can in the middle of his back. He sat upright with a jolt. "Hey!" he yelled. I rolled the can around on his back. "Just trying to cool you off," I said innocently. I continued rolling the can across his ribcage, around his side, and onto his chest while lifting his shirt higher. Doug never attempted to resist and I saw him relax a little bit. "Take off your shirt, Doug." While he did that, I stepped around so that I faced him. I put the can between my tits and did to them what I had done to his back and chest. His eyes were locked onto my chest as the can moved from side to side. Then I opened it and took a sip. I used a finger to capture what was lingering on the top of the can and spread the beer over my right tit. I stepped closer to him and made it clear I was offering my breast to him. Doug didn't hesitate. He leaned down and licked me clean, pulling my suit aside just a bit to access even more of my tit. His hands loosely cupped both tits as he lingered between them. When he was done I set the beer down and kissed him. After the previous night's session with Mary, it was almost strange to be back in more familiar territory with a man. I began to pay attention to the differences and found myself enjoying Doug's masculine aggression that Mary naturally didn't show. I put my hands on his bare chest and scraped my thumbs across his nipples. He might have taken that as a clue and became more forceful in his handling of my tits. His fingers were inside my top, feeling the supple skin and ever-growing nipples. Just before the kiss ended, he started to take off the top. I allowed him to do it himself, followed by a minute or two of delightful sucking and licking on his part. I reached down for his crotch and felt the hardness inside his shorts. The harder I held him the harder he bit on my nipples, until I couldn't suppress my moan any longer. In the cabin, Mary and Mark were also in the midst of undressing each other. Mark had lifted Mary onto the countertop and was working his way down to her pussy. His erection pushed against his shorts and would soon need relief, something Mary was more than willing to supply. I opened Doug's shorts and pulled out his cock. It wasn't the thickest or longest or hardest I'd ever held, but I always gave really good looking guys a break. His hand was now inside the bottom of my suit and was threatening to invade my pussy. I preempted him by pulling on his shorts and boxers, getting him naked and telling him to stand. I knelt down. I let his cock rest in the palm of my hand, letting my fingers softly and slowly caress it. I kissed the tip of it and let my tongue slide across the sensitive underside, right at the end. Call me whatever name you want, but I REALLY enjoy giving head. I consider it a process where step one is to get the guy as hard as I possibly can. I'll use my hands, lips, tongue and entire mouth in whatever way is necessary to get him to the point that I can feel his pulse in his cock. I did that to Doug, licking every inch of his shaft and putting my lips around the bright pink head. I thought he was going to plunge it into my mouth at one point, so I moved to step two: starting at his balls and moving my lips and tongue up the full extent of his cock. Once at the tip...step three. I put him between my lips and, as if taunting him, lowered my head in slow motion, increasing the pressure of my lips with each inch I took in. By the time my lips hit his body, I was practically biting down on him. I could hear him all but panting. Success. It took a few minutes of faster and faster sucking to taste the first drops of precum. We were both ready. I stood up and said, "Get me naked and let's fuck." Doug impatiently stripped me of the bottom of my suit and I walked over to the bench, lying down on my back. This wasn't going to be wild, crazy sex in every conceivable position known to man and woman. This was going to be old fashion fucking. Doug didn't seem to mind. As he was climbing onto the bench, we heard Mary's shrieks from inside the cabin. Doug and I both laughed as he put his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I would have to ask her later what they did. For now, I just wanted Doug inside me. He was gentle...until I grabbed him by the ass and aggressively pulled him closer to me. His cock slid in easily as I was already very wet and he was still very hard. The rest was pretty routine. I wrapped my legs around him. He sucked on my tits. I held his balls and he stroked my clit. Routine and extremely good. The boat rocked in the water from the double fucking going on. Mary continued to squeal and we even heard Mark grunt a couple times. All in all, it helped me and Doug cum quicker than we might have normally. "I'm close," Doug told me. "Is it OK to...." "Yes! Just keep fucking me," I urged him. We held each other tightly. "Yes. Oh God! Yessss!" Doug moaned. "Now. Ahhhhhh...." "C'mon," I heard myself say. "Fuck me...harder!" I may be wrong, but all four of us may have cum within thirty seconds of each other. I know for a fact Doug and I came together. By the sounds inside the cabin, Mary and Mark were somewhere close. I squeezed Doug's cock as hard as I could and he groaned, continuing to shoot stream after stream of cum into me. My orgasm was long and wonderful. The location...a really good partner...the excitement of doing it in the open air with a stranger...it all added up to a great fuck. To his credit, Doug stayed inside me when we were done, hugging me and kissing me tenderly. I easily could have cum in another few minutes if Mary and Mark hadn't reappeared, both half dressed and flushed from their workout. Doug timidly pulled out and reached for his clothes, as did I. "If you do it in that cabin," Mary said, "Don't be the one on top. You'll hit your head on the ceiling." We all laughed and sat down to recover. Even Mary and I agreed to have beers this time. Chapter Three: Dan The next two days were uneventful and I was OK with that. I spent time on the beach and talking to Mary every now and then, especially to get the scoop on her session with Mark. But no more unexpected encounters occurred. I generally sat on the deck in the evening until the sun was down and the woods were alive with the sound of night creatures. The only light came from the cabins interspersed throughout the trees, and even then it was just the sparkle from a porch light or a still fainter glow through a window. I never saw or heard anyone walking the paths after about nine o'clock. It was probably that pattern that caused me to never pull the blinds on my windows. There wasn't anybody to hide anything from, so why bother. I enjoyed the safety of the woods. It was almost eleven when I went inside, turned out the kitchen light, and walked down the short hallway to my bedroom. It was a decent sized room, nearly as big as the one in my condo with two windows, one in each of the walls facing out. As usual, the blinds were open. I was to soon learn there were consequences of that. I mindlessly began to unbutton my sleeveless blouse, thinking only of what was on my calendar for the next day. About three buttons down I thought I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head in the direction of that window and, after my eyes adjusted to the darkness outside, I clearly saw the figure of a person. They were frozen in place, about thirty feet away, facing my cabin. There's a seldom-used shortcut to the parking lot on that side of my cabin. I only remembered seeing two people on it the entire time I had been there, both in the middle of the day. Now somebody...a man...was standing on it looking at me. The fact that it was Dan, by himself, was my ultimate conclusion. We looked at each other like two animals unsure of the other; tentative about which way to move or whether to move at all. Dan stood like a statue. Thinking back, it was possible that the events of that first night with Mary and Dan dictated my reaction. It was only a matter of seconds for all this to take place, and my decision was made quickly. I continued to unbutton my blouse, staring directly at Dan. He gazed back at me. I had on that blouse, a bra, shorts and panties. Already I was mentally calculating how far it would go. What I didn't know was what Dan was thinking. I finished the last button and let the shirt hang open. When he didn't budge, I put a hand inside and made it obvious I was playing with one of my tits through the bra. That was when I saw the first movement from him. His hand silently and swiftly moved to his crotch. I began to unhurriedly pull the blouse off my shoulders, down my arms, and finally off. I tossed it aside. Dan rubbed his cock. My pulse quickened as I unzipped my shorts. Those familiar feelings of wanting to be watched made my nerves tense up, but he'd never know that from so far away. I let the shorts fall to the floor and I kicked them away, never taking my eyes off Dan. If I was going to put on a show, I wanted it to be good. I turned so he got a silhouette view of me in my bra and panties. I put my hands behind my head, pulled my hair up and then let it go, reaching straight towards the ceiling to stretch myself out. Dan was putting a hand inside his shorts and I imagined his cock growing harder. I turned my back to him and unhooked my bra. But I didn't remove it, yet. I pushed each strap down to my elbows and held it there. Then I began to turn again. One hand kept the bra in place, barely, while I let him see my chest. I let one breast be seen. Then the other, and I dropped the bra. His arm was pumping up and down, but I couldn't see his cock. He was pulling his shorts away from his body to give himself more space and he masturbated faster. I played with my tits for over a minute, manipulating them in every conceivable way to give him the best display possible. He had to be hard, I thought to myself. Does he want to cum right there? I slid a hand inside my panties. I was soaking wet, which didn't surprise me, and I used the moisture to cover my clit and rub it hard and fast. My eyes were closed and I felt my head tilt back as I played with myself. I was far less concerned with Dan now and very much into my own masturbation groove. One hand was on a tit; the other was thrusting two fingers inside my pussy. The next time I looked out, Dan was still there. His shorts were pushed down a little, I noticed, and his cock was free to be engulfed in his hand and stroked in the open air. I really wanted to cum, but realized the exhibition wasn't complete. As erotically as I could, I removed my panties. I gave Dan a view from every angle and didn't return my hands to my body until he had seen me naked from front, back and sides. I stepped right up to the window. Getting that close and not having the light of the room to interfere as much, I had a much clearer view of Dan. He was just as big as when I last saw his erection and the thought of him keeping it to himself made me jealous. I raised the window. "Come around to the back door," I said in a low voice. He nodded, lifted his shorts over his cock the best he could, and disappeared around the side of the cabin. I hurried to the door to meet him. Dan never knocked. I just let him into the dark kitchen with a smile. The moment the door was closed we embraced in a long, hard kiss with our hands instantly roaming over each other. "I never got a chance to thank you properly for the other night," Dan told me when the kiss ended. "You were wonderful and it might have saved a marriage. I know Mary enjoys sex and now I think I can provide it to her." Just Relaxing The boat scene more than convinced me Mary loved sex...with almost anybody, including other women, as I knew from experience. "I'm glad," I told him. "Do you need some practice?" My hand was on his shorts, rubbing his cock. "With you? Anytime." Who was I to question the odds of their marriage lasting? I knew firsthand what Mary was all about. Now I was learning about Dan. As Stephen Stills would say, 'Love the one you're with.' "I think it's only fair that you strip for me, since I let you watch me," I said. "Right here?" he asked. "Right here." I had to admit, it was kind of fun watching the fifty year old man do something he'd probably only dreamed of his whole life. There was nothing especially erotic about it but I was getting hornier by the second. When he was down to his boxers, I thought his cock was going to bust through the thin material. When he was naked, he simply looked at me. I stared down at his impressive erection. "Very nice, Dan. Now fuck me." Mary claimed that Dan was unable to perform for the past year or so. I guess she never claimed he wasn't good when he could. I was about to find out he was very, very good. Dan drove me backwards with both of his hands on my arms until the back of my legs hit the kitchen table. With a bark of alarm, I found myself falling backward onto the table with Dan making sure the landing was gentle. He immediately dove down and took a tit in his mouth. There wasn't anything gentle about THAT, but it was stimulating, to say the least, and I even urged him on verbally when he worked on my nipples. "Fuck me, Dan. I want you inside me," I begged. He spread my legs apart and pulled me so my ass dangled at the very edge of the table. His cock pushed against my pussy and I knew this was going to be something special. I'm not a masochist, but damn it felt great when Dan opened me with that big head of his and plunged his entire cock into my cunt in one, violent thrust. My shriek most likely woke a night creature or two. Dan stood there, fucking me like a teenager, and we both grinned. This was not a man with a sex problem, other than perhaps not getting enough. My tits swayed and the table threatened to slide across the kitchen floor as we picked up the pace. I swear it was ten minutes we did that, each of us encouraging the other in more desperate tones. I had to put my hand on my clit, only because I would have let the fucking go on all night otherwise. "Ohhhh yes, I'm so close, Dan. C'mon. Fuck me!" Perspiration trickled down his forehead. His face was contorted with the effort of a pending orgasm. I was about to cum. "Oh God! Dan! Harder!" One last series of swipes across my clit and the inside of my pussy erupted. I arched my back. Dan put his hands under my ass. He drove his cock in deeper and I came. I clung to the edges of the table with both hands, lost in the rapture of an orgasm I didn't expect to have that night and assisted by a man with a really, really nice cock. The only thing missing was a pillow for my head, but I sacrificed that for the moment. My second favorite thing besides having an orgasm myself? Watching a man have one. And if he happens to pour his cum all over me during it, he gets bonus points. Dan hit the jackpot. Just as he began to cum, he pulled out, masturbated over my pussy and shot several jets of cum onto my tits and stomach. I'm not a doctor, but I was pretty sure Dan was cured. Chapter Four: Jason I was scheduled to leave the resort after one last full day of, I hoped, relaxation. I didn't wake up plotting anything, honest. Things just happen. I had brought a single dress with me. No, not some formal thing. This was a casual, kind of short, summery toga-like dress with a swooping neckline and cloth belt. I never wore a bra with it and certainly wasn't going to in the middle of the woods with no TV cameras around. A pair of sandals completed the outfit and I was ready to wrap up an eventful vacation. It was mid-morning before I found enough energy to even consider going for a walk. The weather was threatening, with dark clouds and a definite sense that it might rain. Wanting to get the walk in before bad weather hit, I grabbed an umbrella and headed out into the woods. I tried a new path that took me to a different corner of the lake than I had visited before. It was far from any boat docks and probably fifteen minutes from the nearest cabin. I wouldn't call it isolated, but it seemed more deserted than other areas I'd been in. Even before completely exiting the woods I could tell it was more scenic than other paths. I was at least fifty feet above the beach and looking out over the lake and the forest on the other side. Then I saw the first sign of life since I'd left my cabin. It appeared to be a young man or teenage boy standing behind a tripod and camera. He was about ten yards in front of me and even from that distance I recognized the quality of the camera and the business-like effort he was putting into each shot. I was approaching him from behind so I purposely made enough noise for him to know I was coming, just before reaching the spot where he stood. He turned with a look of surprise. I guessed he was about eighteen or nineteen. I'm not up on the current style of young adults, but his glasses appeared nerdy to me and his dark hair struck me as more fitting in the seventies. "Hi," I said. "Sorry to interrupt." "Oh, that's OK. I'm not used to having too many come by at this location," he said shyly. "Are you staying here?" "I live here. My parents own the resort," he said. "Wow. That's cool. So you get the run of the place," I said. He smiled. "Kind of." "I'm Charlotte." "Hi. I'm Jason." I had a better look at his digital camera and tripod and exclaimed, "That's quite a setup. I'm jealous." He shrugged. "Yeah, they got this for me last year. I'm a freshman in college...actually I'll be a sophomore this year...and I'm studying photojournalism." "Really?" I said with enthusiasm. "I'm a TV reporter back home." His face lit up for the first time. He pointed at a large, black case a few feet away. "That's my video camera. Professional quality," he said proudly. "That's what I really want to do. Videography. I just do the still shots for fun." "How old are you?" I asked. "Nineteen. Just this week." "Happy birthday and good luck in your career," I said. "The scenery is beautiful here." "Yeah, but it's always the same," Jason said. "I like days like today where the weather is iffy and the clouds are coming in and, if I'm lucky, it will rain. Better yet, lightning." I laughed at his eagerness. "So, what videos have you taken?" "Mostly wildlife. Lots of that out here. I haven't done much with people yet. I don't have many friends, of course, being stuck in the middle of nowhere like this all summer," he said. "How about the still shots?" "By and large, just this stuff." I grinned. "You need a model." "Tell me about it," Jason said with a sigh. "Well. I'm here. I'm free and I've got all day," I said. Jason adjusted his glasses. "Really? You would do that?" "Sure. I'm used to a camera staring at me, remember." I could tell he wasn't sure what to say. His bashfulness was so cute, I was determined to help him. "Tell me where you want me. I take directions pretty well," I said with a smile. "Uh, well, let me back up the tripod and, um, if you could stand by that tree," he paused to point one out, "I'll be ready in a minute." This was going to be fun. I was beginning to like the kid and it was nice to interact with somebody that age again, not to mention helping to pique his interest in a profession so close to my heart. I had been a journalism major myself and took some of the photography classes they offered in college. I undoubtedly understood the value of a good videographer. I stood by the designated tree and went to lay down my umbrella when Jason stopped me. "No. Keep that. A prop will be good." I liked his style. He positioned the tripod and camera, took a second to peer through the viewfinder, and then said to me, "Have you modeled before?" "Nope. First time." "You look like a model." I'm pretty sure I blushed. "Thanks." "OK. Ready?" "Whenever you are," I told him. "Here goes. Steady, please." We did a half dozen simple shots with me looking at him and Jason changing f-stops and exposures. When he embarked on changing camera positions and angles, I altered my stance and the placement of the umbrella. In essence, I was getting into it. Jason would only occasionally utter a quiet 'Good' or 'Nice.' Otherwise, he was very workman-like. Soon, we had moved out from the tree to a nearby boulder overlooking the beach. The stone had a fairly flat surface that allowed me to sit. This opened up new possibilities for posing and, without direction from Jason, I began to adjust the bottom of my dress to show more and more of my crossed legs. I had done so good up to that point trying to be professional with Jason, but my natural instinct to flirt took over. I gave him almost everything, stopping short, I thought, of actually letting my panties show. Then I leaned onto one elbow, with my head in that hand. I was sure an ample amount of breast was showing if he wanted it. All the time, Jason proceeded like a trooper. God bless him. In the distance, the first rumblings of thunder could be heard. "Damn," I said. "I hope it doesn't rain on us." "Don't worry," Jason said calmly between shots. Five minutes later, after we had moved down onto the beach and Jason had lugged the video camera case down the hill, we felt the first drops of rain. "Oh no," I moaned. "It's OK, Charlotte. You have an umbrella. It'll give us more options for posing." This guy was serious about his photography and I loved it. I let the light rain fall onto my hair and dress while Jason just kept shooting away. What an exhilarating freedom that was, standing in the drizzle, on a desolate beach, with a nineteen year old future professional capturing my digital imperfections. I never opened the umbrella until I felt my nipples pressing against the damp material of my dress. That's when we both started getting creative. Sometimes it was over my head; sometimes resting on my shoulder; sometimes I was hiding behind it. At one point I took the straps of my dress off my shoulders, slid my arms out and held the umbrella in front of me so that it appeared I had nothing on. I wasn't sure if I was posing as much as taunting poor Jason. I could feel my dress getting wetter and wetter and it was clinging to my body in spots. Still, we toiled unhindered by the conditions, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck in the trees nearby, resulting in a deafening roar. "Oh shit!" I cried. "We need to get away from this water." Jason was folding up his tripod and camera as I spoke. "Here. Can you carry this stuff while I take the video camera?" he hurriedly asked. I grabbed the tripod and camera and scrambled for the woods. Jason was right behind me. "My cabin's closer," I yelled back at him as the rain increased. "We'll go there." I heard him agree as we rushed, almost at a trot, along the path. While the trees offered some protection from the rain, I knew a few more minutes would make my dress nearly transparent. I was never so happy to see my cabin through the trees. My bare arms and legs were soaked by the time I was opening the back door, allowing us to jump inside. We put our equipment down and I caught my breath. The relief of being inside prevailed over the awkwardness I should have been feeling. Only when I saw Jason staring timidly at me did I realize how much he could really see. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and shivered. "I need to change, Jason," I said, turning towards the bedroom. "I'll be right back." "OK," he said. God only knows what a view he had as I walked away. But once I got inside the bedroom, closed the door, and looked in the mirror, then I also knew. He saw a lot. It's possible I was in a hurry to get back to him or it's possible I was running out of clothes for the week, but what I grabbed to put on was a football jersey I often wore to bed. It went halfway to my knees. I just pulled off the dress and pulled on the jersey over my panties and I was done. I grabbed a towel from the bath room and was literally drying my arms and legs as I walked back into the kitchen, where Jason was seated, looking at his equipment. "Any damage?" I asked. "Nope. We're good. Thanks for helping." "My pleasure," I said. And I truly meant it. I was drying my hair and Jason watched. I asked him if he wanted anything to eat or drink, and he accepted the offer of a soft drink. I sat at the table with him with lightning and thunder booming all around us. "Thanks for posing today. Are you sure you never modeled?" he inquired again. I laughed. "Not before today. But you might have given me an idea of what to do when the station no longer wants me because I'm too old." "You're not old," he said. "At least, you don't look old." "And you're sweet, Jason. Make sure when you are doing this for a living that you keep telling the women that." "I guess real models can be bitches," Jason said, appearing to wonder if I'd be offended by the term. I laughed. "So can television news babes, sometimes. Just put up with it." "Well, you aren't, Charlotte." "Show me the video camera, Jason. I'd love to see it." To say he was excited to show it to me was an understatement. He gave me every specification of the camera, some of which I understood from overhearing the guys at the station. But most of it was beyond me and I just let him enjoy telling me about it. I had to admit, though, that he had a professional quality piece of equipment that had to cost his parents thousands, if not tens of thousands. "What about lighting?" I asked. "Oh, I've got an LED attachable top light," Jason replied quickly. "It's in the case." "My God, Jason. You could do video anywhere." "Even a dark cabin in a thunderstorm," he said, waving his hand to indicate my cabin. I didn't believe he was hinting that we should. However, I wasn't going to let an opportunity pass us by. My posing by the lake had put me in the mood. I thought I'd give it one try and see if the reserved teenager was interested. "Should we? It would be great practice for you," I suggested. I thought I saw some indecision in his expression. Right on cue a bright flash of lightning and a clap of thunder reminded him being inside wasn't a bad thing right now. He bit his lip. "OK," he finally replied. "Where do you want to be?" "The living room," I quickly answered. I got up and Jason moved to his camera case, which was as big as a small suitcase. He took out the LED light and then grabbed the tripod from beside the case, removing the digital camera with ease. "I think I'll hold the video camera at first. We can try the tripod later," he told me. "Whatever. You're the pro," I said. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to pose, like you did at the lake. Pretend you're applying for a modeling job and this is the video you're going to give them." The door had just been kicked open for me. I smiled at Jason, knowing full well what I had in mind and hoping the unsuspecting cameraman would play along. It was time to find out just how introverted the kid really was. He had the light attached and tested it one time. Everything seemed to be in place and I was in the middle of the room, not far from the couch and a couple chairs. "OK. Ready?" he said. "Yep." "Rolling in three, two, one." The camera sat on Jason's shoulder and he looked through a large, padded eyepiece, just like the crew at my work. I wasn't used to the light, but it wasn't blinding either. Within a few seconds, I was back into the modeling mode. I put my hands on my hips and spread my feet a little to hold a stance. Then I slowly rotated in place, taking a good fifteen seconds at least to completely turn around, looking back over my shoulder when Jason was behind me. I ran my hands up my bare legs, but didn't overdo raising my jersey. I decided to move across the room to the big picture window. Rain slashed against it loudly as I sat on the wide ledge; a ledge large enough for me to actually sit. Jason was shooting from an angle and I guessed it was to avoid having a reflection from the light. He was behind my right shoulder, so I decided to put my legs up since he couldn't see anything but my legs when I did. I leaned forward and hugged my knees, allowing the jersey to rise so it barely covered my pussy. When he started to swing around towards my feet, I held my legs together but knew in the bottom of my heart he was now able to see my panties. He never flinched. I stretched one leg out and left the other one bent at the knee. I slid forward a little and gave myself enough room to lay flat on my back. Jason walked closer to my stomach and I saw him slowly scan the camera from my feet to my face. I stretched out both legs and put my hands on the top of them, just above the knees. For some reason, I was confident I could take this as far as I wanted now. With Jason up by my head shooting down at me, I reached under my jersey and began to remove my panties. I lifted both legs into the air, pulled on the panties, then bent my knees and took the panties off. The answer to Jason's acceptance of all this came quickly. He moved down toward my feet again, with the camera focused on solely my legs and waist. It was time for the real show to begin; for Jason to broaden his horizons when it came to videography. I slowly pulled on the bottom of my jersey so it crept up the top of my legs, past my hips and onto my stomach. Jason kept taping as if this was something he saw and did every day. I spread my legs a bit and then carefully rolled onto my side so I was facing into the room with my ass on the window. Making sure I wasn't going to fall off the ledge, I rested my head in my hand with my elbow holding me up and lifted my top leg into the air. Jason was constantly moving, changing angles and watching the lighting. Rain pelted down and the thunder was more in the distance, but the entire scene was very exciting for me. I gave Jason repeated views of my pussy before concentrating on the jersey again, pulling it up to the bottom of my tits. I pushed a hand inside and played with a nipple, giving him the smallest hint of a breast to film. He had to know I would go farther. That was the moment I first noticed the swelling in his shorts. My heart beat faster knowing this was interesting him in ways beyond the camera. The lack of confidence I had in my posing skills was somewhat allayed. I exposed my tits over the next couple of minutes, giving him pieces here and there until, finally, the jersey was up to my neck and he had full access to my body. I let him shoot for a little while longer, then rolled off the ledge, let my jersey fall to my legs again, and moved over to the back of a couch. I placed both hands on the couch and bent my legs, leaning over at the waist as I did. My ass was near exposed even before I pulled up on the jersey. I swayed from side to side and Jason seemed to float from side to side behind me. Just the thought of what he was capturing was getting me wet. His hard cock helped, as well. I leaned up and lifted my jersey. The higher it got, the more I turned to face him. With the camera just a few feet away, I got naked. "Get the tripod, Jason," I told him. "You're going to need your hands free." It was fascinating watching him lower the camera from his face. His eyes were all over my body for a moment, and then he looked at me with uncertainty. One glance at the front of his shorts told me what he would decide to do. Just Relaxing When he went to get the tripod, I said, "Place the camera so it picks up the entire couch. Turn it on and then come here." It took him maybe a minute to have everything in place in front of the couch. He sheepishly came to me, stopping an arm's length away. I reached out for his hands, took them in mine, and pulled him closer. I put his hands on my breasts and that was just about the end of having to give him any guidance. While he explored my body, I stripped him. To be honest, once out of his glasses and conservative clothes, he wasn't a bad looking kid. And what's not to like about a nineteen year old cock that was hard enough and thick enough to please the most finicky cock connoisseur. For all I knew, I was his first woman. I was hoping I was because, with the camera rolling, I was intent on giving him the best I had and sending him away with a memory that would last. I squeezed his cock a few times and stroked it while I gently kissed him. Then I kneeled down. I smiled at the incongruity of this awkward kid in the woods having such a magnificent erection. I cradled it in my hand before sliding my tongue along each side, from the head to his balls. It was rather odd having to remember where the camera was the whole time, but I still managed to focus on Jason's shaft more than the camera. I put my hand on his ass and the head of his cock between my lips. I leaned forward and soon he was against the back of my throat. I could feel his butt tense up immediately and smiled to myself at the possibility of being the first to have him this way. The blowjob lasted a couple minutes and I could feel him throbbing against my tongue. I pulled back and sat on the couch. Then I laid out flat and looked up at Jason. "Come here," I said. "I need you inside me. Let's give them a real show." Jason climbed between my legs, his wet, hard cock bouncing as he moved. He looked scared. "I don't want you to worry about anything, Jason. Just fuck me and don't concern yourself with anything except cumming. Got it?" He nodded silently, moving up so his cock was almost at my pussy. I thought he was a bit nervous about going too fast, so I put my hand on his cock and guided him closer. He stretched out. I put the head of his cock between the lips of my pussy and smiled at him. "Now. You do the rest," I said softly. And he did it superbly. His cock entered me gradually. I took in a deep breath as he stretched me wider and wider, going deeper and deeper until his body rested on mine. He seemed to rise back up at that initial contact, but I pulled him by the butt and brought him back down to me. After that, it was pure bliss. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I let him suck on my tits and use his hands to massage them while he fucked me. We rocked on that couch for a long, long time, just enjoying the feeling and getting closer and closer to orgasms. "That's it, Jason. Just like that," I urged him. He was silent throughout, not asking anything of me or giving any sign of delight other than the continuous piston-like motion of his marvelous cock. I did, however, hear his breathing get harder and he definitely lost some of his timidity the longer we went. He was all over my tits with his mouth. He held me by the ass and clutched at it with more vigor. "C'mon, Jason. Cum for me. Cum hard for me." His first moan was wonderful to hear. I clamped onto his cock a little tighter with my muscles and tried to force the cum out of him. I probably didn't have to. He was ready. He groaned louder. "That's it. Fuck me! Faster!" I begged. Jason cried out, "Ohhhhhhh God. I'm...I'm...ahhhhhhhh." His orgasm had to be the best I'd ever felt from a man, of any age. He plunged his cock into me with vicious force, grunting loudly with each thrust and emptying his cum into me in volumes. "Yes, Jason! Yes! Keep going!" He pounded me over and over, his huge cock never seeming to stop pouring out warm cum. We rolled on the couch, bouncing off the back cushions and reveling in Jason's prolonged orgasm. I could feel the cum leaking out onto my thighs just as he was beginning to finish. I touched my clit one time and that's all it took for me. I came in waves and Jason just hung on, his cock still inside me...still erect. He bit my nipples and I came some more, wishing the thunder was closer to drown out my howling. When it was over, I think Jason wasn't exactly sure what to say or do. I assured him everything was wonderful, which it was, and we got dressed together. All I asked for was a copy of the video and we made those arrangements. I watch it with fond memories of the shy kid in the woods and the sensation of his cock inside me.