Just Leave Me Alone
written by:
Prybar

The blonde lesbian with the big tits was busily sucking on my erect cock, with a skill she no doubt mastered to keep her obese husband happy. Don't ask. Meanwhile, I had my face buried in the redheaded dyke's pussy. In the old traditional style, she was not shaved down there, nor were her armpits. Her husky voice rose in pitch as my tongue pummeled her clit into ecstasy. Meanwhile, the best looking and sexiest of the three gay women stood off to the side, very naked, not touching me but slowly playing with herself. And I tried to remember why I had wanted to spend the long weekend alone. Whatever had I been thinking?

I had hoped to have the island all to myself. It had worked out this well before, but there was no guarantee. There are four campsites on the island, and a permit from the forest service will reserve one for you, and I had reserved mine two months earlier. No one could predict the weather that time of year, or even how full the lake would be, for it is a reservoir and the runoff from snow melt always determines the water level each spring. Seeking solitude, I hoped that the regular powerboat and water skiing crowd would wait until later in the year to visit when both the air and water would be warmer, and that the other campsites on the island would be empty.

I am not a complete recluse, but after coping with the public at work for the two months since my last long weekend, I'd had enough of the lunacy, and I simply wanted a little peace and quiet. I don't begrudge people their fun, but not that weekend, and not on that lake.

I packed the truck the night before, and hit the freeway at four in the morning on Thursday. The sun came up when I was in the midst of farm country, halfway up the valley. I turned off on the winding road that climbed over the first pass, while what passed for commute traffic in that little community was heading the other way, and then I disappeared into the trees. The diesel went silent right at eight o'clock, after I parked in the gravel lot on the lakeshore. The water was smooth as glass, the temperature was in the mid-fifties, and not a single boat marred the silence. Powder-puff clouds hung in the air, and behind me, the snow covered mountains glittered in the morning sunshine. Fucking perfection.

The kayak parts spilled out of their three canvas bags, and I started assembling it. Twenty minutes later I was loading a long weekend's worth of stuff into the seventeen-foot long craft at water's edge. I locked the truck, donned my broad-brimmed hat, and then pushed off across the water.

The small island was a mile and a half away, in the middle of the lake, and I had all day to get there. So I turned left and headed up the west arm, heading for the old eagle nest. Ducks fussed in the shadows near the shore, river otters churned past, leaving torpedo wakes in the smooth water, and then I saw the bear on the far shoreline. Rounding a point I entered a small bay, and immediately I heard the shrill cries of the eagles. No babies in the nest yet, but mom and dad were busy with housekeeping, and I backed out to leave them in peace.

I killed a couple of hours poking around the west arm, and then turned back toward the body of the lake. The mid-morning sun was hot and the air temperature was pushing eighty. A few boats were out on the water by then, but they were mostly fishermen, and they weren't all that disruptive. The island came into view as I rounded the point. Then I heard the rumble of a big V-8 motor starting up over at the boat ramp, a half mile away. If I was at the racetrack, the sounds emanating from that performance engine would have been music, but my heart sunk when I realized that guy had just mercilessly murdered my quiet morning. Oh well, it was his lake too.

I passed the point and made a beeline for the island. The loud loping idle of that big engine changed as I heard the guy pull out of the marina. I could tell he had cleared the buoys cause he immediately punched the throttle. The engine roar filled the entire lake valley. Glancing back, I could see the rooster tail he spewed behind.

The boat was brown, and very low in the water, and nearly invisible at that distance, but it grew quickly as I realized he was heading right for me. I watched for a bit, and then with alarm realized he didn't see me at all. Quick turn left, toward the shore, and then I paddled with all my might. The jerk went right through my wake going about eighty. I would have been splattered had I not bailed out. His head turned toward me as he passed, mouth agape in surprise. It took him a while to slow enough to turn and motor back my way.

He sat in the left seat of the small boat. The engine with its big air scoop towered over him, rumbling loudly at idle. There was no windshield, so I'm sure his eyes were watering from the wind, and I'm not surprised he didn't see me, but I would have appreciated an apology. What I got was a brief but loud burst of profanity that sorta translated into a suggestion that I get off the lake and out of the way of the real boaters. The overdone bleached blonde bimbo in the right seat glowered at me.

The jerk jerked the steering wheel over and punched the throttle, right arm extended over his head flipping me the bird, and the prop spray from the boat's stern pelted me. He disappeared across the lake in an obscene roar. And I turned my boat and headed for the island, hoping silently that he might find a nice floating log with his name on it.

Approaching the island, I rounded the northern side. The best beach was there, but my campsite was on the eastern shore. The sites by that beach looked empty, which cheered me. I pulled ashore below my site and beached the kayak. Wandering up the steep bank, I found the cleared flat spot with the #4 on a post. My site. A few trips delivered my gear, and I pulled the kayak further up the beach out of reach of even the largest waves, and then passed the cable lock around a tree trunk. Wouldn't do to have someone borrow the boat. My beer went into the mesh bag and then into the lake. The two trees above the campsite served to anchor the hammock. And my little tent went up on the cleared flat spot by the fire ring.

Time for a swallow of bourbon, a bit of salami and cheese, and then my book and I retired to the hammock. The snow-covered mountains to the west hovered over the lake, and a gentle breeze took the edge off the hot sunlight, and I lasted about eight pages before I took the first nap of the weekend. It was a good nap, but it ended abruptly.

I didn't wake up when the ski boat pulled ashore on the island's northern beach. I did however notice when that drag boat roared in and beached next to it. And when the people from those boats got their camp set up, and the ice chests came out and the beer went down their throats, the music blared and the laughing and screaming commenced, and they turned into the very locusts that I had hoped wouldn't want to go camping this early in the season. When I wandered over and looked down at their camp, I counted three couples and four ice chests. Looked like they were going to be there all weekend. My heart sank.

I spotted the loud jerk that piloted the drag boat. He had a beer gut that looked like his pregnancy was three months overdue. The bleached blonde bimbo was wearing a knitted string bikini, and her prodigious breasts spilled out around both side of the tiny triangles. I could see her nipples clearly between the loose stitches of the knitted top, so I wondered why she bothered even wearing one.

The other two couples were a bit more attractive. They came with the ski boat, and they looked athletic enough to ski for hours. Both guys were tall, tanned and muscular. And the ladies were long and lean and also tanned. They too wore very skimpy bikinis, and looked damn good in them. Neither seemed overly modest and I got a nice look at both of them as the ladies bent to their duties, getting stuff put away and their lunches prepared and served.

I went back to my hammock and tried to ignore the chaos over there. The day was lovely despite the distraction. I was just falling asleep again when I heard the ski boat engine fire up. The two athletic looking guys and one of the gals left to ski, wearing wet suits against the early season chill of the water. I settled back into my book.

Apparently, Mr. Beergut and his buxom lady must have taken a stroll along the beach, and they found my kayak. I could hear them down there from where I lay in the hammock.

"Hey look, there's that asshole's kayak. That flimsy piece of shit would probably make for good firewood. Spose he'd mind?"

"Yeah, he'd go even slower if he had to swim home from here. Whata loooser."

I wasn't looking for any human contact, and certainly didn't seek any with sub-humans, so I let it slide. I didn't even hear the second young lady approach my campsite from the land side. She was beside me when she spoke. I must have jumped a bit, but I settled down quickly enough to check her out in that brief white bikini. Her navel, set in a tanned and well-muscled belly, was about at my nose level. Very nice.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. Don't worry. Larry has a big mouth, but he won't really hurt your boat. He thinks the sun rises and sets on that drag boat of his, but he is OK once you get to know him."

"Oh, hi. Yeah, I can tell. He does know how to push down the throttle, but I wish he would also learn how to steer, before he hurts somebody."

"Did he really almost hit you?"

"Yep. Real close in fact, and then he yelled at me for being on his lake. Sorry, but it's gonna take a bit before I can think of him as being OK for anything."

"Well, we'll try to keep him under control."

"Yep. Well, have a nice weekend."

"You too. By the way, my name is Nicole. Nice to meet you."

"Frank here. Very nice to meet you, too."

She turned and walked back toward her camp. I watched her until she was out of sight. She looked good from the back, too. I didn't hear any more from good ole Larry that afternoon, although I heard the boat as he went out for a spin about an hour later. He made a point of idling around to my side of the island before he punched the throttle, so I could get the full benefit of his noise.

After wiling away the afternoon, I ate my dinner, killed two of my beers, and watched the sunset behind the mountains. The noise from the other campsite grew in volume as the evening wore on. I turned in about 10, but they kept going until the wee hours of the morning. They sounded very drunk, and very rude.

Birdcalls woke me around five the next morning. Just a bit of light peeked over the eastern horizon as I packed up my stuff. It was obvious to me that a new camp spot was in order if I was to enjoy the rest of my weekend. The people in the other site were still sleeping. I thought about dumping some oatmeal into the drag boat gas tank, but decided better.

I had the kayak loaded before dawn broke on Friday morning. The lake was glass smooth again as I paddled into the east arm. A mile later, a smaller bay appeared to the right, and I followed it around the corner and then up the narrow strip of water that ended right where the stream cascaded into the lake. A small but comfortable looking beach flanked the stream mouth, and then the woods closed in. A small rise topped by the perfect campsite lay about twenty yards into the woods. I could stay up there, and no one would ever know. Which was a good thing, cause this was not a legal campsite, and I could get fined.

So I hid the kayak in the trees, hauled the stuff up to my little nest, and hung the hammock again. Ah, peace, solitude, and quiet. Time for another nap. The sun felt great, so I stripped down to my original suit, and immediately fell asleep. My food was safely packed into metal boxes, so I didn't even worry about the bears. I spent a quiet, lonely day.

Late Saturday morning, I was sitting on one of those boxes, munching on crackers and cheese, when I saw the ski boat come around the corner and enter my little bay. Through my binoculars I could see the three ladies from the island. The blonde was sitting backwards in a front seat, watching Nicole ski. The third lady, a redhead with short-cropped hair, piloted the boat. All three wore brightly colored wetsuits.

The boat sped toward the beach, turning at the last second, and Nicole dropped the rope, and her momentum carried her to the beach. She settled to a stop in knee-deep water. When the boat pulled in next to her, with its bow pressed into the beach, she handed her slalom ski over to the redhead. She had to shout over the engine noise. I had no trouble hearing her.

"I gotta pee so bad!"

"Well, run up behind a bush and pee."

"This fucking wet suit...."

"Take it off. Nobody can see you here. Except for us lesbians...Wait, take it off here; you don't want to get if full of sand. THAT would be the worst torture ever."

Nicole was wearing a white, full wet suit, with orange flames on the legs. She reached behind to pull down the zipper, and then pulled off one shoulder, followed by the other. Then she bent over, and crawled out of the rest. When she stood up, she was butt naked. And I sat there on my metal food box, with my Zeiss 10X40 binoculars, and nothing better to do with my time than to fully acquaint myself with that perfect body.

Nicole was tall, lean, and weight training trim. Her tan was perfect, save for the two white triangles on her breasts, each highlighted by pert pink nipples, and that somewhat larger triangle below her waist outlining the neatly trimmed landing strip just above those tempting lips. Her breasts swayed slightly as she walked across the beach. She was just below my perch, about 5 yards away, when she squatted behind the bush. Being a gentleman, I averted my eyes.

Nicole's fine ass and nicely muscled legs carried her back down to the boat. I hadn't noticed, but the other ladies had shed their wet suits in her absence, and all three suits were draped over the tall gear rack that held the skis above their heads. Both women were very closely watching Nicole as she came toward them. And now, all three were naked.

The blonde truly had big breasts. She would have been a hit in the 50's, when a movie star had to have some real curves. With her bleached, big hair and industrial layers of makeup, she would have fit right in. The redhead wore no makeup, and then it dawned on me that her short hair was in fact cut rather man style. Her bush was untrimmed, and very red, and And when she wrapped her arms around the blonde to cup those massive breasts in her hands, dense ole me finally got it. These girls had eyes only for each other.

Through my binoculars, I watched Nicole watching the ladies, as the blonde turned to embrace her date, and they kissed and hugged and their hands began wandering over each other. The redhead bent over to take a tit in her mouth, and her hand settled in between the blonde's legs. In short order, the blonde was lying on the padded engine cover, legs in the air and spread, and the redhead's face was buried in her pussy. The big pink vibrator appeared, and then disappeared into her quivering hole. I could see her toes curl, as she climaxed under her partner's attention. And Nicole just stood there, transfixed.

Changing places, the blonde was soon returning the favor, and from my perch I could hear the cries as she licked her friend's pussy clean. Some sloppy kisses followed, and then the game of chasing Nicole, to cop of feel from her began. The ladies were running about the beach, laughing and shouting, and generally having a raucous time. They had reached the mouth of the creek, and were splashing each other with cold water, when the bear showed up.

That big ole black bear wasn't really interested in the girls. They were huddled together, screaming, knee deep in the creek, and fifty feet away the bear was trying to get into their boat. They must have left some food in there, and the bear was fresh from its winter sleep, and was no doubt hungry. He stood up to place his front paws on the boat, seeking a way to climb aboard. But all he accomplished was to push the boat off the beach, and when the wind caught it, the boat drifted slowly out into deep water.

Had the women been thinking, they could have swum out and corralled the boat, but they were too busy screaming. The bear gave up on his lunch quest, and loped back into the woods. And I sat there naked on my metal box, watching the boat drift farther away on the wind, and watching the three naked lesbians standing there, arms hanging at their sides, looks of disbelief and dismay on their faces.

Great, I thought. I didn't want to reveal myself, cause I had finally found a quiet, albeit illegal campsite. I didn't want to admit that I had been spying on their naked fun. But there went that boat, and the three naked lesbians were stranded on my beach, miles away from the nearest road, with little chance that another boat would come by and find them. Come on, what would you do?

Yeah, me too. So I picked up my binoculars and checked em out some more, as they stood there nakedly arguing over whether one of them should try to swim after the boat. The blonde's big tits swayed back and forth as she gesticulated with her arms, cause that was her boat that was drifting away. The redhead was willing to try; being the man in this group carried certain responsibility, after all. And Nicole wisely argued against such foolishness, because unless the wind ceased, there was no way anyone could swim that fast or far. Finally, the redhead just gave in to emotion rather than reason, and she ran into the water and began swimming after the fast retreating boat.

Damit! That was a fool thing to do, and I couldn't just sit and watch her drown her ass. I pulled on my sandals and shorts, walked down to where I had stashed the kayak, and began lugging it down to the water's edge. With the kayak hoisted on one shoulder, and the paddle dangling from the other hand, I walked right past Nicole and the blonde. They were surprised, to say the least. The blonde actually shrieked just a bit. Nicole just stood there with her mouth open. Damn, she looked even better when viewed from up close. Neither tried to cover their nakedness as I sauntered by.

I waded into the water to about knee deep and plopped the kayak down into the water. In a moment I was paddling after the red head that was bobbing in the water a couple of hundred yards away. I caught the lady in moments. She also expressed surprise as the kayak appeared beside her. The trick to boarding this kind of boat from the water involves clambering up on the bow and then just wiggling back to the cockpit. A degree of athleticism comes in hand here, but this lady lifted weights regularly, and she had no trouble with this maneuver, once I explained it to her. The view of her naked body straddling the bow of my boat, I will leave to your imagination.

Took me a while to catch the ski boat, but once there the redhead climbed aboard, fired up the engine, and she motored back to join her friends, while I followed at man-powered speed. The boat was beached and two of the ladies were dressed in their wetsuits when I got there. Nicole was still naked. They were gathered in a group talking when I beached the kayak. They didn't look like they wanted to talk, and I sure didn't, so I just picked up my boat and headed for the woods.

Once back in my campsite, I found the bourbon and my coffee cup, got naked again, and I settled into the hammock with my book. I figured I'd hear the boat start up and leave right away. So you can imagine my surprise when the three ladies walked into my site. Both the blonde and redhead wore their wetsuits, and Nicole wore nothing. What the fuck?

"Hello"

"Hi Frank. I'm sorry. We all are. I think Janice has something to say to you."

Janice apparently was the blonde lesbian and boat partner with Larry, the asshole. I was curious to hear what she might have to say.

"Hi. I think I owe you an apology. Larry needs to be more careful with that boat of his. I know that, but when I'm with him I get carried away too. I shouldn't have insulted you the way I did. And I really, really want to thank you for helping us get the ski boat back. You saved our lives. So, I'm sorry, and thank you."

"Yeah, thanks."

That husky voice came from the redhead, a gal named Lee. Nicole walked up next to me, and her navel hovered right next to my nose again. I really wanted to look at her. Hell, I wanted to stick my tongue in there. Her feminine scent floated past on the breeze. I sensed her nearness. And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Janice and Lee remove their wet suits. Nicole spoke softly.

"We want to thank you properly for saving our lives."

My cock must have sensed good things to come, and he began twitching right off. Janice walked up beside me, and took hold of him. Immediately he began to stiffen. Lee was stroking my chest, rubbing on my nipples, sending little shivers into me, and Nicole was stroking my cheek and hair. I turned my head to look at that navel again, and then up to those bare breasts. My cock grew in Janice's hand, and when she bent over to take it into her mouth, I figured I could live with her apology. She was a good cocksucker; I'll give her that. Don't know where the average lesbian learns such things, but I didn't let that mystery bother me.

We moved over to where my ground cloth lay on the thick layer of soft pine needles. I went to my back, and Janice settled in between my legs, her big breasts rubbing against my thighs, and Lee got on her knees over my chest, settling her pussy on my mouth. Looking up past the curly bush to the tits and her face, I could see Nicole standing there, one hand on her breast and the other settled deep into her crotch. Janice's tongue played against the head of my cock, and I wasn't going to last long. Fortunately, that's what the ladies had in mind, and so I didn't worry about anything but my own pleasure. My eyes settled on Nicole's naked beauty, and my cock took over my consciousness, and shortly thereafter, I felt the burn and the pressure, and my muscles tightened and the blast followed. Janice caught it all, and swallowed. She licked me clean.

And as I lay there recovering my breath, the two ladies put their wet suits back on. And then with a final thank you, they turned and walked out of my site. Moments later, I heard the boat engine start, and then they motored off. I fell asleep in the sun.

I was in one of those don't-know-if-I'm-dreaming moments as I slipped out of my nap near noon on Sunday. I was dreaming about getting my cock sucked, and looking at all these naked women, and I was going, "Is this real, or is it Memorex?" And I became away of someone sitting beside me. As my eyes opened and regained focus, I noticed the someone was Nicole. She spoke softly.

"Hey there mister, you sure look cute when you are sleeping. You must have been dreaming something good, cause look at you."

She was pointing to my erect cock. I looked down and then recognized my dream, and I was just a bit embarrassed. I lied, of course. I told her I never remember my dreams, cause I sure didn't want to tell her I had been thinking about her naked body, and her friend's warm mouth. Nicole had actual clothes on, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, for the first time since I met her. I missed the old look, if you want to know the truth.

"I'm a little surprised to see you back here."

"Well, I didn't get a chance to thank you properly."

"Your friends did a pretty good job at that."

"Oh, I could see that. Still...."

"I was a little surprised to see Janice and Lee munching on each other like that. What does good ole Larry think of his wife going down on ladies?"

"Oh, Larry doesn't know. Janice is completely gay, but she keeps Larry very well fucked to keep him happy, and she sees Lee when he is not around. She figures she only has to stick with him for another three years, and then she will dump him. She'll get alimony for life, the house, and half his pension that way. She's got it all worked out."

"Not with Larry, I trust."

"Oh hell no, but he's such a jerk I don't much care."

"Sounds like the floating log I was hoping for."

"What?"

"Never mind. So, when Larry's gone, who moves in with Janice, you or Lee?"

"Gosh, I'm not gay. Those two can have each other. I prefer guys."

"Sorry, I guess I had that figured wrong. So which one of those two guys you are camping with is yours?"

"You mean Bruce and Keith? They are queerer than a three dollar bill. They share a tent and the noises coming out of there all night are amazing. They are welcome to each other."

"So, I don't get it. Why are you camping with them?"

"Well, I work for Larry, so when he is off work I have nothing to do and he would rather take me with than pay me for nothing. Besides, I think he likes how I look in a bikini. And he brings the two boys along cause he thinks they are harmless around Janice, and he thinks Lee is one of Janice's old school friends. It's just one big happy fucked up family."

"Too weird for my taste."

"So anyway, I borrowed the boat to get outta there, and I just ended up here. I hope you don't mind, but like I said...I didn't get a chance to thank you properly. And looking at that big thing over there, I didn't get here a moment too soon. My daddy always said to strike when the iron is hot, and that looks like a nice, hot iron."

Nicole reached out and grasped my thick cock. After giving him a nice squeeze, she began stroking him.

"I suppose I shoulda asked first, but do you mind if I play with this for a while?"

"Heck no. We weren't going anywhere."

I gave her a smile, and got one back. She was rubbing that little slippery drop of excitement around the tip of my cock with her thumb.

"I liked the dress code in this place the last time I was here. I feel overdressed. Mind if I get comfortable?"

"Mind? Hell no, I insist."

So after a couple more strokes and a squeeze, Nicole let go of my cock, crossed her arms in front of her, and pulled off the t-shirt in one motion. Then she leaned back to squirm out of her shorts. There was no bra, and her breasts were every bit as enticing as I remembered. Her panties almost came off with her shorts, but she left them like that, which gave me glances at the treasure beneath. I made no attempt to hide my interest.

"You like?"

"Oh yeah, very much."

She leaned over in front of me, dangling her breasts inches from my nose.

"Somebody here has to kiss my breasts."

"Um, I agree..."

My voice sorta slid into a murmur as my lips settled around a turgid nipple. Nicole took in a deep breath at first contact. I went from one side to the other, and then back again, sucking and stroking those lovely breasts. She pressed her breast into my face and let out the nicest moan. Then she slid down to present her lips to mine and we kissed, long and hot. Her tongue shot between my lips as her hot breath blended with mine. A hand found my cock again, and one of mine slid between her legs and easily slipped past the loose panty and into the heat and damp waiting within. Her breath sucked in at that, and she squeezed hard on my cock. Fingers dancing on her bulging clit for a time, I brought her to a quick and apparently very pleasant climax. And then we did it again, and again. When Nicole stopped shuddering, she pulled her head back to look down upon my face, a silly grin on her face.

"OOOOH, you are a nice man."

Moments later, she straddled me, taking my cock into her mouth and my balls into her fingers. Her damp panty dangled in my face, and the scent drove me wild. I took the hint and slide the cloth aside. I flashed on the Beetles song, "Naughty girl, you let your knickers down." So I gave her a good tongue lashing, as punishment.

My beard was a slippery mess before she decided she had enough of my tongue, and Nicole stood and pulled off her panties. She turned around to mount me, looking me square in the eye as she grabbed my cock and directed it into her. She let him settle in all the way, and just held him there for a while before she began to move, working my dick in and out of her, hovering with the head just inside her lips, and then driving it in deep and fast. I began to meet her on the down stroke and the slapping sounds filled our little nest in the woods.

The sun danced through the branches of a pine as Nicole danced on my pole. She was sitting straight up, her head lolling around in careless abandon, eyes closed and mouth agape, unintelligible noises emitting at random intervals. Her breasts jiggled in time with our movements. Sweat beaded up on her skin, streaking down her breasts and belly. Leaning forward Nicole pressed herself into me, sliding back and forth to flatter her clit, and apparently pleasing it mightily. Finally, with a huge release of air, Nicole collapsed against my chest, panting and spent.

I could move my cock in her as she lay upon me, which pleasured me and made her shudder each time. I was beginning to feel a need, and so my movements increased in quantity as well as quality. She must have felt my cock growing in her, cause she squeezed down on him, and that did it for me. Someday somebody is going to record the sounds I make when I cum, and sell them on the net for home protection. I made those sounds, and they left me hoarse. And my cock spewed inside Nicole, and then the excess flowed out and down, and we both wore it, and neither cared at all.

Nicole's body felt hot against my skin as she lay on my chest. Her breaths were coming fast and hard, and then they slowed, and I became aware that she was asleep. When my cock slowly slipped out of her, she shuddered in her sleep. I must have slipped off too, but eventually my eyes opened and the sun had moved. My cock was hard again and it was pressing against Nicole's slit, and with a slight adjustment on my part, it began to slide inside again. She murmured in her sleep as I began to slide in and out with him. Her breaths came faster again, and although she was still asleep, I felt her contract around me. Her fingernails dug into my skin, and she moved against me, pressing her clit into me again. Her orgasm was subdued and I tried not to make any noise when mine came. Nicole never woke up. Later, when she did awake, she turned to me.

"I just had the wildest dream about you."

"Let me guess....it had something to do about sex, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"That was no dream."

"You mean you fucked me in my sleep?"

"Yep, and you had fun."

"Well hell, next time wake me up!"

"You're awake now, right?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Now roll over."

My cock wasn't good for much yet, but my tongue was fully functional. I soon had Nicole squirming and moaning at my pleasure. We played this game for quite a while, until she finally begged me to stop. Her muscles were all aquiver and her breathing suggested wind sprints. She gave me that cute smile and then a big sigh.

We never bothered to get dressed that day. We talked, sitting on the ground cloth or a handy stump. She lounged about, from time to time spreading her legs for comfort, and I'd see her do that and get all horny again, and she'd just smile and lay back for my enjoyment. And she'd see my cock flopping about, and she'd grab hold and suck him to life, and I'd pleasure her. Twas a fun afternoon.

The sky finally turned pink in the west, and it was time for her to get back to the island. As I pushed her boat into deep water, I asked her where she lived. Imagine our delight when she said she lived in my town. We even got our coffees in the same shop. Once we got back to town, we had no trouble getting together, and things got even better.