0 comments/ 13562 views/ 0 favorites The Lakes By: FelicitysaintClaire As she hit the M6 a huge smile spread across her face. She could feel the end of the journey nearing a close. It had been a long day. The fact that she had decided to drive to the Lake District from her home town was very out of character and nothing she had ever considered before. Being out of character seemed to be a recurring theme. But she did have an idea she was going to enjoy herself at the end of the long journey. After getting lost several times and swearing at the satnav a lot she finally pulled up outside a very quaint and picturesque cottage covered in ivy. Turning the engine off followed by the stereo she snatched a breath as she looked at the cottage. "Perfect." she said as she exhaled with a smile. She slipped her seat belt off and stepped out of the car, took another snatch of breath as she took in the beauty all around her. Turning on the spot she tried to take in as much as she could. Coming from a very rural place herself she didn't think it was possible to be bowled over by such a beautiful landscape. She fell backwards and leaned against the car with a thud, she started to giggle to herself. The mountains had a painted water colour look to them towering above the fresh green contrast of the acres of patchwork fields that stretched out all around the cottage. Remembering the instructions the land lord had given her over the phone, she went to the front door and found a loose tile on the windowsill and there she found two sets of keys as promised. Letting herself in she peered around the door with wide eyes. The hall way was dark but had a strong beam of sunlight shooting through the almost shut curtains it caught every spec of stirred up dust on the way. Still clutching the keys she giggled again and ran up the very creaky staircase. "Bedroom? Bedroom? Bedroom?" she almost chanted. At the top of the stairs she was presented with three shut doors. Opening the first door she found the bathroom. Squinting at the bright sunlight pouring through the large clear window she stepped into the room. It took a couple seconds for her eyes to adjust but when they did she found a huge roll top bath in front of the window. "Wow!" she said out loud to herself. As she did it echoed slightly in the airy room. Stood in front of the two remaining doors, she opened another one to find a small room with two single beds and a cot. Shutting the door again she stood in front of the last door. A wave of excitement passed through her at the thought of what might lie behind this door and what will happen in this room. The door creaked as it opened. She stepped in and gasped at the sight. It was a beautiful room. A four poster bed stood proud in front of her with crisp white cotton bedding and drapes down the sides. She walked over to the window pulled the heavy curtains back as far as they would go and threw the window wide open. Leaning out slightly she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the air was much clearer in this part of the country. On the opposite side of the room was an open fire with a basket full of logs next to it. She hoped the evenings would get cold enough to light it. As she headed back downstairs to check out the rest of the cottage she realized it wouldn't be long until he arrived. The lounge was decorated in dark colours to compliment the big beams in the ceiling with another open fire as the focal point in the room. The sofa was huge, soft and snuggly and scattered in lots of multi coloured cushions. On the opposite wall were patio doors which opened out to what seemed like the mountains in the distance. She walked through to the kitchen, filled the kettle with water and flicked the switch just as a text came through on her phone. With another beaming smile she read it and squealed with excitement. It wouldn't be long now until she was in his arms. Throwing the patio doors open as wide as they would go she took her tea and book and sat at the garden table soaking up the atmosphere and sun. She was so entranced in her surroundings that she didn't hear a car pull onto the driveway. He pulled up and parked next to her car. As he stepped out of the car he looked up at the cottage wondering which room she would be in. He walked up to the front door and opened it slowly and quietly. Instantly he could smell her perfume, he inhaled her scent. He could feel the light breeze coming from the lounge, where the patio doors were flung open. He walked in to the room and was surprised not to find her in there. The breeze blew the curtains and he caught a glimpse of her outside. As he stepped outside the door the gravel underfoot crunched which bought her back to earth, but she didn't flinch, she knew it was him. He leant over her, blocking the sun from her face and kissed her forehead. She smiled and then said, "Hey you." "Hey you back." he replied. He sat down next to her and they chatted for a while, catching up with what had been going on in their lives over the past couple of months. A chill started to sweep through the air which made her aware of her skin. As she leant over the table to pick up her book and mug he caught a glimpse of the flesh he had been craving for some time now, as her low cut top gaped open. She could feel him looking, and wanted him to look. As she straightened up she flicked her hair and he got another injection of her perfume which made his body react. As she walked away from him he watched her and felt an all too familiar stirring inside himself. He followed her through into the kitchen. Grabbing her assertively but tenderly around the waist, she dropped the mug with surprise and it smashed. Neither of them cared as he coated her neck with passionate kisses. Spinning her around she melted into his arms as they kissed. He lifted her onto the worktop, she pressed herself against him as they kissed again, as she did this she could feel his hardness pressing against her. His hands softly slid her skirt up until he got to her hips which he held on to briefly before quickly removing her knickers and undoing his trousers in what felt like one swift movement. He teased her by rubbing his hard cock up the inside of her thighs as they kissed. She wrapped her legs around his middle and he could feel just how wet she was for him. He plunged himself into her, which made her gasp and then moan with pleasure. He started moving in and out slowly, both of them looking down to watch, but as he gradually got faster and harder she pulled him closer to kiss. It didn't take long for the familiar feeling of the coiled spring inside her to start uncoiling. She could tell he wouldn't be far behind her. She had to let go of him to brace herself while he pounded her deeper and deeper. As he slowed down again the sensation got more intense and she exploded with pleasure. Moaning, gasping, toes curling like she had never felt before. Followed by him thrusting harder and groaning as he leant over and kissed her neck. "Welcome to the Lakes!" he said with a smile. She just smiled a satisfied smile back and knew she had done the right thing by coming here. After they had eaten, chatted some more and had a bottle of wine they felt comfortable and more relaxed in each other's company again. He sat on the sofa while she led on it with her head on his lap. She sighed a contented sigh while he stroked her forehead and gently ran his fingers through her hair. She came very close to falling asleep when he said, "time for bed?" He took her hand and led her upstairs; opening the bedroom door they both felt a cold breeze where the window had been open since earlier in the day. He walked over to shut the window but left the curtains open to let the moonlight shine in. Turning back around he looked at her as she shivered. He walked towards her and taking her face in his hands kissed her more tenderly than before. Still with their lips touching he reached down and undid her skirt so that it fell to the floor. Then he found the bottom of her top and pulled it up over her head, holding it in his hand for a few seconds before dropping it to the floor and bringing his hand back to the top of her head and smoothing her hair as he kissed her. He then took a moment to take in the sight before him before he removed her bra letting her breasts bounce free, and pushing her knickers to the floor. It was like her clothes were being melted off her. He lifted her and carried her to the bed placing her down like she was a delicate piece of glass on top of the crisp white bedding. Leaning over her he kissed her again then stood up right to take his own clothes off, she watched him. First to come off was his shirt to reveal his strong manly arms and chest, followed by his trousers and boxers. Standing there in the moonlight he glowed like a god. He moved towards the bed and gently led down beside her. They kissed and got lost in each other's arms, until she started to push him onto his back. She moved slowly, straddling him and kissing him. Starting with his lips and moving gradually down his chest, his nipples then his stomach and then she reached his huge cock. She plunged it into her mouth taking great delight in his slight squirming. Licking up and down she was becoming aroused herself. As she sucked and licked around his shaft her nipples rubbed his legs and got harder and harder. She shifted her position so she was knelt beside him now still sucking his almighty beast, but he could now reach her clit to stimulate. The more she moaned with pleasure the more he did and it wasn't long until he was pumping his warm salty liquid into her mouth. She swallowed with great pleasure and licked her lips before tenderly kissing the end of his cock, which made him flinch. She fell back on to the bed and led next to him, he stretched his arm out so she could snuggle into him. After a couple of minutes of lying in silence he leaned over and kissed her, using one of his legs to part hers he carried on stimulating her with his thumb, she started groaning. His movements got faster as her groans got louder and more intense. He shifted himself so he was positioned between her legs and immersed his tongue into the job his thumb was previously doing. She let out a cry of ecstasy as he sucked and licked her clit hard. Thrusting her hips as the wave of orgasm took her over. They both lay there on their backs, panting slightly and staring at the inside of the canopy above them. It was decorated with an intricate painting of the sky at night with all the constellations. They seemed to sparkle in the natural moon light. After a few minutes they pulled the duvet over them and held each other until morning light streamed through the large window. In the morning she woke alone. Satisfied but confused she pulled on a bath robe. As she opened the door she could smell bacon cooking and hear him singing along to the radio. She headed down stairs. "Good morning!" he said as he leant over to kiss her with a smile, wearing nothing but his boxers and an apron. "Morning." she replied sitting herself at the kitchen table and pouring a glass of juice, just as he presented her with a bacon sandwich. "I could get used to this." she thought. After breakfast they both got dressed and headed out into the fresh air. They walked for several miles in the radiant sunshine, chatting and stopping to kiss and embrace occasionally. After several hours of walking they stopped by a dry stone wall, looking down over a beautiful valley, for some water and a rest. She took her boots and socks off to let her feet breathe. He sat with his back leaning against the wall and his eyes closed. She leaned over and kissed him hard. Still with his eyes closed he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer towards her. She pulled away from him, stood up and removed her jeans and knickers as he undid his trousers and slid them down over his pert bum then sat back against the wall. She sat straddling him and pushed his hard cock inside her. He couldn't believe just how wet and easy she was to slide into. She started moving herself slowly up and down filling herself with every centimetre of his beast, while her clit rubbed lightly against the top of his pubic bone. As she did this he pulled her top off so he could see her breasts bouncing in front of his face his lips reaching out to kiss them. The deeper he filled her, the faster she got, crying out with sheer pleasure. His lips wrapped around her nipples and his hands holding onto her hips, she started to moan too. He very quickly lifted her off his shaft and slid out from underneath her, standing he took her hand and he pulled her to her feet. He softly pushed her so she was leant over the wall, leaning on it with her elbows and with her legs parted she could feel the soft cool breeze brush across her naked body, it made her shiver with pleasure. They both cried out with pleasure as he pounded her body from behind, holding onto her hips as he did. Trying not to lose her balance she reached down to her clit and started playing with herself, in the hopes they would both cum at the same time. An all too familiar feeling washed over her body just as he groaned and thrusted into her for the last time, shooting his warm load into her body. As she was pulling her clothes back on she noticed the blood trickling down her arm. Her elbows were cut from being rubbed against the wall. She laughed as she tried to wipe the blood off. He tenderly took her arm to look at the damage. "I'm sorry." he said as he ripped a piece off the bottom of his shirt to help wipe the blood of her arms. "Please don't worry." She replied. "It was worth it!" She flashed him a cheeky smile and kissed him. On the way back to the cottage the sky changed from being open and blue to being compressed and black. It was amazing how quickly it could change. Just as the cottage was in sight the rain started to pour down, straight down. He reached for her hand and they both instinctively started to run. They burst through the front door laughing. They were drenched. She grabbed a couple towels from the kitchen, put one around her shoulders and held the other one out for him to take. He took her arm instead and pulled her into him. He looked into her eyes and swept his hands across her face to move the wet hair. He leaned in and kissed her. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes." he said with a wry smile. Lifting her arms above her head he peeled her top off. He knelt in front of her and unbuckled her jeans pulling them down to the floor, tracing the outside of her legs with the tips of his fingers as he stood up. She unbuttoned his shirt and walked around to stand behind him as she pulled it off him. As she reached around to undo his trousers she leaned in to kiss his wide back. "Bath?" She asked as she walked towards the stairs, not waiting for a reply. Ten minutes later they were both soaking in the big roll top bath watching the rain thrash against the big window. As she lounged on top of him, under the bubbles, he wrapped his big muscular arms around her and kissed her hot, damp cheek as she rested her head back on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. After, what felt like a life time, of soaking together he reached for a bottle, squirted some of the contents into the palm of his hands and gently started to rub it into her hair. She whimpered quietly and with her eyes closed enjoyed every second of the sensual feeling of his finger tips caressing her scalp. As the water started to go cold, the bubbles started disappearing and the darkness started falling outside they got out of the bath and moved into the bedroom. Closing the curtains she shivered slightly under her bath robe. He lit the fire, and it wasn't long before the room was warm. He pulled the duvet off the bed and made a nest on the floor in front of the fire for them to lie on. He led down with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. She joined him. She rested her head on his chest and could feel him breathing heavily. They both drifted in and out of sleep until the fire went out and the room got cold, then they took the duvet and got into the bed. Falling asleep again in each other's arms. She woke up to the feeling of tender little kisses on her shoulder. She sighed and smiled, rolled over to face him and kissed him. "All over too quickly again." he said squeezing her tightly. She didn't want to think about going home, but knew she had a long drive ahead of her. Just as she was starting to feel apprehensive he lifted the duvet over his head and slid down the bed under it. He slipped his hand between her legs and she automatically parted them enough for him to slide two fingers inside her. She let out a small groan. He smiled to himself at the sound of her pleasure and started gently licking her clit whilst moving his fingers slowly in and out of her. Biting her lip, moaning and running her fingers through his hair it didn't take long for her to be absorbed in her own orgasm. All too soon they were dressed and tidying the place in preparation to leave. She stood in the hallway for the last time and looked around, she wanted to remember every little detail from the past couple of days. Filled with mixed emotions she walked out to the car leaving the keys back under the tile where she originally found them. He was leaning against her car arms crossed, squinting in the bright sun light. As she slowly walked towards him, desperate for this not to end, she felt sad. Sad that it was all over again, sad that she didn't know when she would see him again, sad that he would just drive away and not necessarily think about her again, sad that he would no doubt have someone else in his arms before too much longer. He uncrossed his arms and reached out for her, she fell into him and buried her head in his chest. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "We will see each other again you know." he said. She didn't answer. Not knowing why, maybe because she didn't believe him, maybe because she might cry. As they let go of each other he stole one last passionate kiss from her, a kiss with real meaning, a kiss that made her mind turn a little. Before he pulled away he rolled down the window, told her to go careful, blew her a kiss with a winning smile and was gone. Feeling numb she climbed into the car, put on the stereo and set off on the long journey home. Back on the motorway she pulled her sleeves up, felt her elbows and just laughed to herself as she put her foot down. The Lakeside The summer's eve is warm as the sun sets over the mountains in the distance, framing them with a purple glow. A warm breeze gently caresses your skin as it blows in from the south, complimenting the gentle rocking of the float beneath you. The wood is rough and hot from cooking in the day's sun, but your lover made sure to provide you with a towel when he tied you down, and you can feel the fluff of the threads tickling your nipples. You shiver slightly, as night is falling and the air is rapidly cooling off, as well as from the anticipation of what might come next. The sun finally disappears behind the mountains when you hear a faint splash from shore. For the next few moments there is nothing but the call of the loons as they seek out each other's company for the night. Your heart begins to beat faster, and you can feel it hammering against the deck. Already you are a little wet, and you want to rub your thighs together, to do something to sate the desire between your legs, but the ropes are taut and hold you spread eagled. The only movement you can achieve is turning your head to see about you, and even then all you can really see is the lake's water and the trees lining the far shore. The float tilts crazily for a moment as a new weight climbs on board, but it quickly settles back into its slow, rhythmic rocking. Your lover is silent as he stands there contemplating you for a moment, not even breathing hard from the long swim from the dock. The only clue to his presence is the steady drip of water off his body, and even that passes after a few moments. By now your nipples are hard and your pussy is wet, even though he has yet to touch you. You squirm, pulling the ropes tighter around your wrist and ankles until you can feel your pulse against them and all it does is make you even more horny. You want to be touched, anywhere, any way, your body tingling with need. Your lover knows this, or at least assumes it to be true, and there is a thump from behind you as he kneels between your legs. Is he naked? Its impossible to know. Is he hard? God, you hope so. You just want to be fucked, fucked now and fucked hard. But he has something different in mind, and he put enough effort into this that he will make sure that it plays out according to his wishes. He places his hands on your shoulders, starting to rub down your body, but they are cold and damp from the swim over so you shiver at his touch. Here and there he leaves behind a drop of water which evaporates, cooling your skin even as it begins to burn with your desire. After a few minutes of rubbing he begins to massage you in earnest, starting with your neck, working out the knits and knots in your muscles. His hands are strong and sure as he works his way down your back. He uses his thumbs to spread your skin, starting from your spine and working outwards, and by the time he reaches the small of your back he's down to just his fingertips, gently kneading your flesh and the muscles beneath it. Warm, liquid pleasure accompanies his touch as he undoes weeks of accumulated stress and tension, leaving you feeling as if you are floating on a soft pillow. You sigh, almost asleep as he begins to work on your legs, the motion of the float almost rocking you to sleep. Sleep, however, is what comes after. Having finished your legs, back, and neck, your lover moves on to the one portion of your body he has so far neglected: your arms. He bends over you, covering your body with his as he slides on top of you. He is in fact quite hard, and you can feel it pressing into the small of your back as he begins to stroke your arms with his fingers, making sure they feel as good as the rest of you. As he slides down your body, working his way back to your shoulders, he begins to add gentle kisses with each slide, starting at the nape of your neck and working his way down your spine. As he moves so does his cock, until it's nestled between your legs, the tip so close you can feel it. You try to shift your hips, do anything to signal that you are ready, but he ignores you. And then, worst of all, you feel him pull away. There is a click from behind you, and you shiver as you know what is coming next. It as been a long time since the two of you played with knives together, and you admitted the other night that you were beginning to miss it. This time you suppress the urge to shudder, not wanting to spoil what might be about to come. You can just see the first star come peeking out over the mountains as he places the knife against your skin and begins to make his cuts. The blade he has chosen is thin and sharp, so much so that you can't tell if the blade is warm from the night air or cold from the swim over. He needs to apply almost no pressure as he passes it over your flesh, but even then you can feel the flushed heat as your nerves sing out in its passing. You strain and pull at the ropes, your body instinctively trying to get away even as it flushes with pleasure. Each stroke is long and steady, though no two feel the same. Some are long and straight, others are short and curved, and almost always headed in different directions. Though some of the scars will fade with time the memory of the weeping butterfly he is carving into your back will remain forever. A single finger traces its nail down your spine, stopping just shy of where he cut you. It vanishes briefly, before reappearing as two tracing their way across your ass. They slide between your legs, easily finding your pussy, already wet and eager for their touch. They brush across your lips for a moments, teasing their way to caress your clit. You gasp as they make contact, but they don't linger for too long. Instead they slide inside of you, coating themselves in your juices as they spread you wide. You shudder with pleasure as they move in and out of you, rubbing against your most sensitive spot. You moan as you come, letting him know its time for him to try something new. Once again you feel his body cover yours, his cock bumping against your entrance as he wraps himself around you. There's just enough slack in the rope for him to slide his hands under you and cup your breasts, pinching your nipples until you gasp. You roll your hips beneath him, grinding against him simply to feel his cock against you, but you don't have to wait long. "Be still," he whispers in your ear and you obey immediately. As one hand continues to fondle your breasts his other takes hold of his cock and guides it to your entrance. This is no time for patience, and he simply takes you in one solid thrust. He begins to move in time with the float, stroking in and out as it rises and falls on the waves beneath you. He moves with long hard thrusts, not too slowly, but just enough that you can feel each inch of him as he pulls out before burying himself deep inside of you. Your pussy contracts in response to each time, trying to hold him there as your body silently begs him to come. This pace is specially measured to make him last longer though, and you have no control as he sinks into you again and again. His cock is hard and thick, stretching you deliciously. You scream as you orgasm again, and your cry of pleasure echoes back off the mountain, mixing with his own heavy breathing as he fucks you hard. You know he's going to come soon, and you buck against him driving him on, straining against the ropes for as much movement as you can. "I'm going to come," he warns, and you smile though he can't see it. You squeeze down on him as he bottoms out again, deliberately trying to push him over the edge. His own cry is much more subdued than yours, more a grunt really, but its not his voice you want. It's the hot come you can feel spilling deep inside you as his cock spurts his seed into you. You clamp down, trying to take as much as you can, not wanting to spill a drop when he leaves. After a few moment's rest he pulls out, leaving you feeling slightly empty, but the warm after glow from your orgasms makes up for it. There's the slight tipping again, as if all the weight has moved to one side of the float, and then a quiet splash to tell you that he is gone. After a few moments the ropes loosen, though they are still tied around your wrists and ankles. You pull one up to look at it, and the end is wet and frayed where it has been cut through. The stars are out and the moon is full, and the night is warm as a loon continues to cry somewhere out in the darkness. Happy and content, you curl up and fall asleep.