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I met her during the summer when I was twenty-four years old. She was nineteen and had just finished her first year of university. She had a job in a lakeside general store, pumping boat gas, selling hamburgers and ice cream, washing floors; doing whatever was needed to be done.

At that time I lived and worked about a two and a half hour drive from there and came to that particular lake every weekend, as I had the good fortune of the use of a cabin that friends of my family owned but weren’t using that summer. It even came with the use of a boat with a good sized outboard motor, which to me was a real luxury. The deal was that I would do some minor maintenance and just generally look after the place. I was only too happy to comply, as the small town where I lived and worked offered very little in the way of entertainment. After having been there for a year I had made no real friends, and the chance to have a place to get away to every weekend was too good to pass up.

Ann was extremely shy, and a year at university didn’t seem to have opened her eyes to the realities of life in the least. The first time I met her I thought that perhaps she might be mentally challenged in some way, but I quicky dispelled that possibility. I soon came to realize that all it was was loneliness and a feeling of having been cut off. Physically she certainly had everything going for her. Her hair was straight and dark brown, and reached well past her shoulders. The colour of her eyes matched her hair, and her lips were full. Her breasts were large and firm. She always wore short cut-off jeans which showed off her beautiful legs perfectly. She tanned easily, and it deepened as the summer progressed. In short, she was a beautiful girl.

I met her in early June, the first weekend I spent at the cabin. I had arrived on Friday night, and the next morning I went to the store to buy some food to get me through the weekend. She was at the cash and when I tried to start up a bit of a conversation with her, nothing more than small talk, she was completely unresponsive, made no eye contact, and seemed to almost squirm at being put into a situation that wanted some social interaction. There was a seriousness to her face, coupled with a sort of sadness, but the over-riding impression I got was one of innocence.

I returned to the store the next day to buy some boat gas. I didn’t see her, but when I told the owner what I needed she called out, and Ann came out from the back of the store. When she saw me she went into the averted eye thing again.

I followed her out to the gas pump, carrying the boat’s gas tank, and admiring her figure from behind as we walked. When she leaned over to start filling the tank I was treated to a beautiful shot of her cleavage down the front of her loose t-shirt. Not a full tit-shot mind you, but it was certainly more than enough to rivet my attention to it. I tried a bit of small talk with her again while she was pumping the gas, all the while admiring what I could see of her breasts, and she actually responded a bit.

For the first time I noticed that she spoke with a strong eastern European accent. Although her English appeared to be nearly flawless it was halting at times, and it contained the formality of someone who has not been speaking it long, using only a little vernacular and seldom any contractions.

I found out that this was a summer job for her and that she was a university student, so I focused on asking her what she was studying and how she liked it. My interest in what she was doing seemed to melt the ice a little bit, and when she finished she stood up and actually looked me briefly in the eyes.

We talked a little more and then, as I left, I said, “See you next weekend.”

“You are not here for the summer?” she asked, and I told her, “No.”

It’s always too easy to read things into a tone of voice or a look, so when she said, “Okay. See you then,” it struck me that there was a hint of disappointment to her voice.

When I followed up with, “Just on weekends, until I get some holiday time in July,” her face was expressionless when she gave a small wave and said, “Bye”.

The next weekend, on the Friday evening, I stopped at the store before I arrived at the cabin. It was at closing time, and as I walked in the door she was just on her way out.

Once again she seemed remote when she said, “I am on my way home now.”

“Where do you live? Can I give you a lift?”

“No thank you. It is only a few kilometres and I enjoy the walk.”

“It’s getting dark and it looks like it’s going to rain. Come on, get in.”

Glancing at the sky she reluctantly agreed and got in my car.

She opened up a tiny bit again on the short drive and this time she asked a few questions about me.

It was raining by the time we got to where she lived and when she quickly got out she said, “It looks like you were right,” then quickly said, “Thanks. Nite,” and was gone.

The next day it was raining hard and when I saw her in the store again I told her I’d be happy to give her a ride home again after work, and this time she agreed with only a little hesitation.

For the next couple of weekends there was nothing more between us, other than talking a bit at the store and my driving her home each evening when I was there. She was opening up more to me but there was always an awkwardness on her part which I couldn’t find a way around.

I found out that she and her parents, with whom she was living for the summer, had emigrated to Canada from Czechoslovakia six years before. She was only thirteen at the time. It was during the time of Soviet occupation, and when I asked how they had managed to get out she wouldn’t talk about it. I suspected there was brutality in the story and that she harboured some strong emotional scars. Perhaps that upheaval during a stage of the young girl’s important personal development had pushed her into the shell she appeared to be living in.

At the end of each drive home she hurriedly got out of the car and said the same, “Thanks. Nite”. In spite of her distance I quite liked her and was not minding the short times we were together. She was wonderful to look at, and because I was busy all day long she was basically the only contact on the weekends that I was having.

There was a lot more maintenance to do on the cabin than I had thought there would be, and I worked hard each day I was there trying to get as much done before my holidays came around. They were due to start on the long ‘First of July’ weekend, but a week before that I got a call from the cabin owners saying that they had decided to come to the cabin for the long weekend. I was a bit disappointed, but it was their cabin after all.

On the evening after I received that call (it was the Sunday before the long weekend) I drove Ann home after work as usual, before heading off on my long drive home to resume the work week. This time when we stopped at her place she didn’t immediately jump out of the car. Instead she sat there quietly for a few moments looking at her hands resting in her lap.

Finally she said, “You do not really have to drive me home like this all the time. Particularly on Sundays when you have such a long drive ahead of you to get back to where you live.”

“I don’t mind doing it at all, Ann. It’s always nice talking to you, and to be honest I look forward to doing it. I hope it’s okay with you.”

“Yes, of course it is. So I will see you next weekend?”

“Unfortunately my friends will be using the cabin for the long weekend.”

She was quiet again for a few moments and then said in a voice I could hardly hear, “Oh, I am sorry to hear that.”

She truly sounded dejected.

“But,” I continued, “my vacation is set to begin next weekend regardless, so I’ll be up on Monday night after they’ve left. I’ll be here for almost two weeks.”

She turned in her seat and looked at me really directly for, I think, the first time and said, “I am happy to hear that Martin.”

It was the first time she had used my name, and then she surprised the hell out of me by suddenly leaning towards me, and very quickly and lightly kissed me on the mouth. Call it a peck, if you will. It was so sudden and unexpected, and she was out the door and gave me the usual, “Thanks. Nite,” before I could have possibly responded by returning the kiss.

I spent the following Saturday and Sunday of the long weekend at home, cleaning up what you could call a ‘bachelor’s mess’ in the house where I lived, and going to the pub in the evenings and sitting and drinking beer with a group of people I didn’t really enjoy. I couldn’t wait to hit the road to the lake on Monday afternoon. Summer weather had arrived and I knew we were in for a stretch of that incomparable kind of summer that the coast of Canada can bestow on us.

I arrived at the store at about six on Monday and she was, as usual, there, and when I walked in the door she flashed a wide smile at me and waved. She looked a little frazzled and I could tell by looking around that the weekend had been very busy in the store. There were still a lot of customers in the store, people who were just starting their summer holidays and were in a spending frame of mind, so we had only a moment to speak.

After a few generalities I asked her in a very up-beat tone, “Need a lift home later?”

Quite intensely she replied, “I would like that. See you then.”

She flashed another smile at me and went back to serving customers. Her tone had been somehow softer and easier, and very sincere. I left feeling that there was unquestionably some kind of change that had come over her. I looked forward to seeing her later.

Arriving well before closing time, I sat in my car for probably twenty minutes before she came out. I saw her step outside and, in the gathering darkness, it appeared that she looked around anxiously until she finally saw my car.

I got out of the car as she approached. “Come on. Let’s get you away from this place. You look beat.”

“That sounds good to me Martin, but, you know, right now I do not feel so tired anymore.”

There was an old logging road I had previously noticed that branched off from the road to her place. As we approached it I said, “Ann, we never seem to have much time to ourselves. I hardly know you. Would you mind if we stopped for awhile and talked?”

Haltingly she said, “I think... yes... that would be a good idea.”

Pulling onto the old rough road we made our way along it up the side hill for perhaps a kilometre until there was an old logging landing where I was able to turn off and park. Below us, only a couple of kilometres away was the lake. The lights in many of the cabins were on, marking the shoreline of the inhabited part of the lake, and the mountains beyond were silhouetted in the gathering twilight. The moon was only a week old and was starting to cast a faint light on everything.

We got out of the car and took in the silence of the settling night. There were a few logs still stacked nearby and we sat and leaned back against them and started to talk. Questions about her. Questions about me.

I was amazed at how she was opening up. A simple question would unleash a torrent of talk from her. But it wasn’t mindless drivel. What she had to say was always deep and involved, and never boring. I hung on her words feeling the sincerity that was in them.

It had become dark and I commented at one point on how brilliant the stars were. She said she knew little about them and asked if I knew anything about astronomy. When I said that I did she asked the most relevant questions, and I got the impression that she was absorbing everything I said. It had become obvious to me that there was far more to her than initially met the eye. Far more!

The day had been hot but it was cooling off rapidly, and after sitting for what must have been well over an hour the dew was starting to settle. I noticed her shiver and when I placed my fingers on her bare knee it was cold to the touch. I felt her tense and I said that we should go back to the car before she got any colder.

Back in the warmth and darkness of the car she started to talk again, but it was different this time.

“Martin, I do not know how to thank you for this night. I hope I have not talked too much. It is just that no one has ever taken any interest in me before and the words just kept coming. I have never really had anyone I could talk to, other than my parents of course, and they always only ever speak Czech to me. I think they do not want me to lose touch with our background, but Canada is home to me. It is just that I am having trouble trying to know people. ”

“Ann, you’ve surprised me tonight. I have to admit I didn’t quite know what to think of you before because you were always so silent. So reserved. But I did know that I liked you. I’m getting to know you tonight and I can see things about you that are very special.”

“Thank you Martin. Thank you for many things. You are so very patient.”

“Ann, last weekend when I dropped you off at home you gave me a little kiss as you left. I haven’t forgotten how it felt. If I asked you, would you give me another one?”

“I have never been alone before with someone like this Martin. I do not know myself very well, but if you would like it...”, and with that she leaned towards me and very tentatively kissed me.

She pulled away slightly but our faces were still very close.

“That was very nice. Do you think I could have...”

Before I was finished asking the question her mouth was on mine again, and the kiss lingered and became more intense. Our lips slipped apart and I kissed her cheek, and as I moved down along her neck she tilted her head back exposing her throat for me. As I kissed her mouth again I cupped her face with my hands, and her arms encircled my shoulders. My left hand slid down off her face, across her shoulder and down her side. Our kiss broke and we pulled apart and looked at each other in the soft moonlight. I lowered my eyes to her chest and I watched as I brought my hand up and cupped her left breast. Looking back to her face her eyes were closed, and as I squeezed her breast I kissed her again.

“Martin”, she breathed. “Martin, this is all new to me. I feel strange.”

“I hope it’s a good strange”

“Yes. Yes it is. Very good.”

After rubbing and squeezing her breast some more I lowered my hand, slipped it under the front of her t-shirt and moved it back up over the smooth warmth of her belly, back to her breast. I covered the cup of her bra with it and felt the warm softness of her breast around the its edges. I felt between her breasts then slid my hand a little ways under the other cup.

“Martin. Martin.” She was starting to breathe more deeply now.

“Ann, this is in the way,” and she sat forward without a word as I pulled her t-shirt over her head, then unclasped her bra and pulled it down off her arms.

Sitting back I looked down at her naked breasts. The moon was getting low and was shining directly in the window, and in the soft light I could see them clearly.

She looked down at herself, brought her hands up to cover her breasts, and in almost a whisper she said, “Martin, I am embarrassed to be sitting here like this. I do not know what to think.”

“There’s no need to feel that way Ann. I’m happy that we’re here together and that we’re finding each other. You look very beautiful right now. Your breasts are lovely, and it means a lot to me that you’ve allowed me to see them and touch them. I’d like to some more if you’ll let me.”

With that, I lightly took hold of her wrists and moved her hands down and away from her breasts. There was no resistance.

“Do you really like them Martin? It is something that has never been said to me, and to hear it from you is very nice. It felt wonderful when you touched them.”

My hands were still lightly holding her wrists and she twisted them slightly, freeing them, and in turn took my wrists in her hands and moved them back up to her breasts.

“Please touch them some more. I do want you to feel them.”

She was very passionate as I did her bidding. Heavier breathing, sighs, and when I leaned down and kissed them, sucked and lightly bit her nipples, she moaned and said my name again and placed her hand on the back of my head, holding me to her breast.

Eventually, of course, I put my hand on her bare thigh and, rubbing it, moved gradually up the inside of it. She spread her legs slightly and I placed my hand over her still-clothed pussy feeling the dampness of its heat through her shorts. I rubbed her crotch, enjoying the increase of the steamy dampness, the responsive movements of her body, and her deep, heavy breathing.

I felt she might be getting close to coming when she pressed her thighs together and weakly muttered, “Martin, no, please. Please. I’m not ready for this.” And then a whispered, “Please.”

I kept my hand between her thighs and said, “Don’t worry Ann. You’re right. This isn’t the time for us. It’s not the place. I really don’t want things to go beyond this tonight.”

And I was being truthful. I really hate fucking in a car. It’s awkward and uncomfortable. There’s no room to move properly. If you want it to be memorable, particularly if it’s her first time, fuck her in surroundings that are special to her, not somewhere that cheapens the act. She’ll appreciate it, and you can bet she’ll be back for more.

“Oh, Martin. How can you be so patient with me? Thank you so much.”

We talked and kissed some more while I played with her hair, ran my hands over her body and fondled her magnificent breasts. Eventually we decided to call it a night and get her home.

We drove down the mountainside and when we joined the main road she suddenly said, “Oh, there is something I wanted to tell you, but I completely forgot to. I guess everything else tonight was more important. I do not have to work for the next three days! I was wondering if I could spend them with you? That is, if you do not mind.”

“Where should we spend the day tomorrow?” was my reply.

She put her hand high on my thigh and leaned over and kissed my cheek.

The next day was sunny and promised to be hot. I had packed a lunch and we headed off in the boat. It’s a big lake with a number of arms that are remote and not very often visited. Ann had surprised me by wearing a bikini that showed off her body beautifully, and I didn’t hesitate to compliment her on how she looked. I could tell that was received well by her.

We sat on top of the seatbacks of the boat so we could have the wind in our faces over the windshield. Her long hair waved in the wind as we skimmed across the lake, and she looked a picture of contentment and happiness. We slowed down to pass through a narrow channel leading into the most remote part of the lake which was surrounded by mountains that came down right to the lakeside. Coming out the other side of the channel the lake was like a mirror with the mountains and forests and blue sky reflected in it.

She exclaimed with awe in her voice, “I have never been here before. It is so beautiful Martin. I have never seen a place like this. How very special it is.”

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(If you want it to be memorable, particularly if it’s her first time, fuck her in surroundings that are special to her.)

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We cruised very slowly along the mountainous shore and I could tell she was enraptured with what she was seeing. There were still a lot of areas of old growth forest along the lakeside containing huge old douglas firs and western red cedars, and those other areas that had been logged almost a century before had grown back in nicely. The whole lakeshore had become primeval and brooding looking again.

“Thank you for this Martin,” she eventually said. There was true emotion in her voice.

Silence, respecting our surroundings, was appropriate, but after awhile I asked her, “Ann, if you were in a place where you could be sure no one could see you, where you felt completely alone, what do you think you might do that would be different, something that you wouldn’t normally do?”

She gave me a puzzled look and said, “I am not sure Martin. I am not sure what you mean?”

“Well, I guess it’s not something you’ve thought about before, so could I make a suggestion?”

“Certainly.”

“Okay then. Why don’t you take off your top and let the sun shine on your breasts. Let the air be free to move around them. Let them open to nature. I think you would love the freedom of it.”

She looked surprised, then said, almost incredulously, “Do you think it would be alright to do that?”

“Do you see anyone around that would mind?”

“Just you, but I do not think you would mind.”

She looked around and then reached behind her and unhooked her top, letting it fall to the floor of the boat.

“It makes me a little nervous Martin.”

“It makes you look marvellous.”

Within a few minutes I could tell she was completely comfortable and enjoying herself immeasurably. I looked at her frequently, admiring her bare breasts and the lightness which had settled upon her. Predictably my cock was getting hard.

We came to a creek which flowed into the lake and I eased the boat onto the small rocky beach.

“I want to show you something.”

The semi-hardness of my cock was very noticeable as we put on our sneakers and climbed out of the boat. There was no possible way that she couldn’t notice it, and I made no attempt to conceal it.

It was difficult walking, but, hand in hand, we made our way up the steep rocky edge of the fast running creek to a point where it curved around and into a cleft in the mountainside. Just ahead of us was a waterfall about twenty metres high. At this time of day the sun was high enough to shine directly into the cleft, and the falling water was a brilliant white. It wasn’t visible from the lake and was seldom visited. At its base was a shallow rocky pool that the water cascaded into.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw it.

“Oh ! Oh, Martin,” was all she could say, and for the second time that day she was awestruck.

We made our way closer until we could feel the spray. There wasn’t a lot of water coming over the falls at this time of year but we were meeting the spray of it well before we got close to the falling water.

“Have you ever taken a shower beneath a waterfall?”

She looked wide-eyed at me. “No, never!”

“Me neither. Let’s go.”

We slowly made our way into the rocky pool, her in just her bikini bottom and me in my swim trunks. It was only knee deep but the water was cold, and when I looked at her her skin was covered in goose bumps and her nipples were hard. We were already soaking wet from the spray by the time we got to the falling water and, breathlessly, we stepped into it.

She shrieked, both with the pleasure and the shock of the cold, falling water. We could only stand there for a couple of minutes, during which time I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She ran her hands through her soaking hair with her head thrown back and the water falling in her face, and her breasts stood high and taught because of her raised arms.

In spite of the beauty of her standing there, the cold water had taken care of my erection. Just as we couldn’t take the cold anymore she turned to me, threw her arms around my neck, pressed herself against me and kissed me deeply as the water fell around us. It was one of those magical moments.

When we broke our embrace we left the pool as fast as we could and started back down the creek to the boat. We stood on the shore in the sunshine warming ourselves for several minutes.

As we were about to climb back into the boat I commented, “I see that your goose bumps have gone and your nipples aren’t hard anymore.”

She smiled and said, “I see that the cold water took care of your... problem.”

I winked at her and said, “Okay. Let’s go find someplace to have lunch.”

We found a long pebbly beach soon after, and at one end of it there were some tall, old cedars which provided some shade. I pulled the boat up onto it and we lay down in the sun for awhile to really warm up. The gravel beneath out towels was pea-sized and moved easily to fit the shape of our bodies.

After a long silence she spoke.

“Martin, I have never enjoyed myself so much as I have today. It has truly been amazing. Never could I have imagined standing beneath that waterfall, and having you there with me made it perfect.”

With that she rolled over partly on top of me and kissed me, her bare breasts pressed against my chest. She looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”

And then she showed a side to her I hadn’t seen before, or at least only a hint of it after the waterfall. A sense of humour. She lifted herself off me suddenly, stood over me with her eyes glaring and her hands on her hips and her bare breasts proudly standing before her and said, “Well? Where is my lunch? The service around here is terrible! I am starved!”

A wide smile spread across her face as I jumped up and ran to the boat. I came back with the lunch cooler and said, “I hope this will with meet your ladyship’s requirements.”

She seemed to find that extremely funny and, for the first time, I heard her really laugh.

We sat in the shade and drank the chilled red wine, ate the bread, cheese and sliced meat, the strawberries and the cherries. What we talked about focused almost entirely on what we could see around us. Impressions and sensations of the water, the mountains, the trees, the summer sounds of the insects and birds.

When we were finished eating I asked if she wanted to go for a quick swim. The lake was fairly warm and it looked inviting.

“I think I would like to just lie here and finish our wine if that is alright with you. We can swim later perhaps.”

“I don’t mind that in the least.”

And we did.

We were quiet as much as we talked while we sat or lay there. Eventually my libido caught up to me though with the sight of her lying beside me, propped up on one elbow, her bare breasts sagging slightly to one side, and my cock started to get hard again. I don’t know when she first noticed it but I can’t imagine it took her too terribly long, as I had found out earlier through our talk about our surroundings that she was extremely observant.

She had relaxed and opened up remarkably to me since the night before, and I don’t doubt that right now the wine was having an added effect on her as well. After a long period of quiet between us she eventually spoke.

“Martin, on our way to the waterfall I could not help but notice that you were excited. I looked many times at your... condition, and couldn’t help but feel excited myself as I wondered how it must really look like. I see that you are becoming that way again.”

“I don’t think it surprises you, does it? I’ve enjoyed this day every bit as much as you have. Perhaps more. Your presence has a very strong effect on me... in many ways.”

“I am glad of that Martin. Very glad of that. Last night after you left I found it difficult to sleep, and when I did I had the most wonderful dreams of you touching me and of me touching you. The part that was missing in the dream though was that I do not know what you really look like or feel like. If I have that dream again I would like that part to be complete. Could you help me with that dream Martin? Would you show me... please... what I have been unable to see?”

As I stood up she moved to a sitting position and I slowly pulled down my trunks in front of her. I watched her eyes as she saw my cock come in to view. I wasn’t fully hard yet and it was hanging more than it was erect. I stepped out of my trunks and moved closer to her so that my cock was fairly close to her face. I could see her eyes moving as she intensely looked it over. Then I sat down in front of her and leaned back on my elbow, laying partly on my side towards her, my cock lying against my thigh pointing at her. I decided to say little, if nothing at all.

Her voice was low and a little thick when she finally said, “Martin, it is beautiful. It is everything I hoped it would be.”

“Then if you like my cock I think it would be the right thing for you to get to know it better.”

She shifted forward, pushing her legs up against mine, then reached out and placed her fingertips on my cock and started to slowly run them up and down its length. When she touched the swollen head my cock jumped at the stimulus. She wrapped her fingers and thumb lightly around the shaft as it swelled to its full hardness and she continued to stroke it.

She continued with the same low thick voice.

“It feels wonderful in my hand Martin. It has grown even more at my touch. There is so much of it. It... your cock... is much bigger than I imagined it would be. It feels so hard but so soft at the same time. Look at how the skin slides along it with my fingers. I think the end must be very sensitive because of how it reacted when I touched it just now.”

With that she moved her fingers and thumb up over the head and played with it for awhile before moving them back to slowly stroking me.

She extended her other hand and slipped her fingers under my balls.

“And these. I love the feel of them,” as she coiled her fingers around them and started to roll them in her hand. “I think perhaps they are also very sensitive?”

With that she opened her hand, pushed them gently up against me and started rubbing them.

“I expected there to be hair on your testicles but I can see that you shave them. I think I like them better this way. It makes them somehow more... inviting.”

Precum was now leaking from the tip of my cock, and it had run over her fingers making her hand slip easily along my cock. My breathing was deepening and I had to groan.

“I think what I am doing feels good to you.” Her voice was husky now and it sounded very sexy. “Am I doing it right? Do you like it? I need to know.”

“Oh god, yes. It feels marvellous,” I groaned. “Ann, I’m going to come soon. Please don’t stop what you’re doing.”

Her breathing was getting faster and when she started to say, “Yes, please come for me. I need to see you come. Come for me,”

I released. I came harder than I think I’ve ever come. She wasn’t prepared for the jet of cum that spurted from me and sprayed down along her leg. It was followed by a second spurt, a string which was less fluid, that snaked, rather than splattered, across her thigh.

With a grunt I collapsed back on the soft gravel, breathing hard.

“Oh!” she gasped as she looked at her leg. And then very quietly, “Oh, Martin. How beautiful.”

After that she was quiet for a minute and continued to slowly stroke my cock with her cum-covered hand. The only sound was our breathing.

She finally stopped stroking me and, keeping my cock in her hand, leaned over, pressing her breasts against my chest and kissed me.

We both eventually sat up, and when I saw the mess on her legs I said, “Let me get something to clean you up.”

“No Martin. No. Leave it. I want it to stay on me. Please.”

By this time the cum was running down off her legs and dripping into the gravel. She placed a finger tip into a gob of it that remained on her leg and rubbed it around, then brought her finger up to her nose and smelled it.

“It is very slippery. That feels good and I like the smell of it.”

She looked at me and smiled, then put her finger in her mouth and without hesitation said, “That is also good.”

Then looking down at my cock she asked, “And will your cock stay big and hard now that you have come?”

“Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. It depends on what happens next.”

I put my hand on her thigh, feeling the wet cum and rubbed it slowly in a circle.

“Ann, I’d like to do the same thing for you now if you’d let me. I’d like your dream to go further.”

A little haltingly she said, “Alright. Yes... I would like that. I want that now very much.”

She stood up and pulled down her bikini bottom and stepped out of it and stood before me. The hair of her bush was dark and thick and untrimmed.

“Martin,” she asked before I could speak, “I have never been completely naked in front of anyone like this. Do I look alright to you? Do you like the way I look?”

I stood up and put my hands on her shoulders, holding her at arms length and looked down at her large, firm breasts with their dark areolas and hard nipples. I slid my hands down over them, feeling their smooth, round fullness, and looked further down across her flat belly to the dark mat of hair at her crotch, and then down her shapely legs with the slick of my cum shining in streaks across them.

Slowly turning her to face away from me I ran my hands over her shoulders and across the long dark hair hanging between her shoulder blades, bunching it together and letting it slide between my fingers. I slid my hands down her sides and over her waist, felt the flare of her hips, then moved them onto the firm roundness of the cheeks of her ass, squeezing each of them, feeling their firmness. I turned her to face me again and, cupping her face in my hands, told her that she was absolutely perfect.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that from you. I want to please you. I want to please you in every way.”

I held her to me, her warm naked body moulding itself against mine, my hard cock pressed upwards over her belly.

We stood together like that for a minute and then I told her to lie down. I sat beside her, leaning on one outstretched arm, and started running my free hand over her naked body, admiring every inch of her as I did. She lay there with her eyes closed and her arms stretched out on the beach.

I love hearing a woman vocalize during sex. It’s a huge turn-on for me, particularly if she gets dirty. Ann had just shown that she didn’t mind talking about what she was doing and seeing while she had been fondling my cock and bringing me off, and I wondered how she was going to be now when she was the recipient of sexual stimulation. I didn’t expect ‘dirty’ because it was unlikely somehow that it was in her vocabulary, but I felt there would be something. I wasn’t wrong.

As I caressed her body she placed a hand on my thigh and, with her eyes still closed, in a breathless kind of voice started with, “Oh Martin, I love your touch on me. Last night I had never felt anything so wonderful as when you felt my breasts. I would like you to do that again for me. Kiss them and suck my nipples. Bite them a little like you did. Please.”

I kissed her breast and ran my tongue around her nipple, and she placed her hand on the back of my head, as she had the night before, and held me to her soft, warm tit. A deep sigh escaped her. When I sucked her nipple between my lips and nipped at it she moaned and muttered something which I couldn’t make out.

I had placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, once again feeling my cum, and as I slid my hand up her thigh it smeared in a wide, thin, shiny swath. She spread her legs apart and my hand came to rest on her pussy. It was only a soft touch, and at the first contact of my hand to her pussy she responded by inhaling sharply and pressed my face deeper into her breast. My touch was extremely light as I caressed her and I made no attempt to insert a finger into her cunt.

Eventually I pulled my head away from her chest and sat up into a position where I could clearly see what I was doing. The lips of her pussy were closed together and I slowly ran my finger along her slit several times and then, pressing just enough, I was able to take one side between my fingertip and thumb and gently start a very light massaging action on it.

“Ahhhh, yes, keep doing that. Mmmm. It feels so...” and her voice faded away in an exhalation of breath.

I continued with my vaginal massage, slowly moving up and down first one of her lips and then the other, and watched as they became puffy and parted slightly so that her inner pinkness appeared between them. She had already become very wet, and when I petted her pussy some more my middle finger spread her juices liberally over her outer lips, matting her hair.

Looking up to see her face I found her head was off to one side, her eyes were closed and her mouth was partly open. Each time she breathed there was a muffled moan that came from deep within her throat. She looked completely lost in the pleasure of having her pussy caressed for the first time. It was extremely erotic to look at, but what was even more so was that her hands were now on her breasts, squeezing them gently.

Spreading her pussy open with the fingers of one hand and placing the middle finger of my other hand onto the pink flesh on the inside of her lips I continued with a soft caressing massage. There was a hint of her clit showing from under the surprisingly large mound of its hood and I carefully avoided touching it, wanting to wait and watch it swell on its own, without having had any direct stimulus. She was slowly moving her head from side to side now, and her breathing was deep and slow. I saw her tongue dart from her mouth and lick her upper lip, and while her hands were still squeezing her breasts she was now also pinching and pulling at her nipples.

The inner folds of her cunt were quite large and I started massaging them lightly between my thumb and fingertip, tugging gently at them. It was then that I saw her clit start to swell and emerge from its hiding place. I watched fascinated as it continued to grow, shiny and smooth, until it was the size of the end of my middle finger.

I had never seen a clit so large and I wondered at its sensitivity and if such a size would have an increased effect on the intensity of her orgasm. Placing a finger on each side of it I pressed down around it making it stand out even further.

Ann drew in her breath sharply between her teeth, making a hissing sound.

Keeping it in its extended state I slid my fingers up and down beside it, indirectly massaging it. I was almost mesmerised by it and it was only a matter of time before I got down and tended to it with my mouth.

Her moans and whimpers had become almost constant, and her juices were now flowing freely, running from her pussy down into the crack of her ass, when I slipped a finger into her hot, wet cunt and wiggled it around. She groaned loudly and spread her legs further apart as I moved it around slowly within her.

“Ohhhhhh yesssss. Move it inside me like that. Yessss Touch me deeper inside.”

I’m not sure how long I had been paying such intimate attention to Ann’s pussy with my hands and my fingers but by now she was extremely aroused and in need of release. I was reaching my own limits again as well.

Now it was time to introduce her to a far more intimate, more satisfying contact for both of us, one which would bring her over the edge. As if on cue she managed to say, in an almost hoarse, pleading voice, “Martin, please, please complete this for me. I need you to make me come.”

Without saying a word I moved around and lay on my belly between her legs and brought my face up to her dripping cunt. I licked and kissed around it, the intoxicating smell and taste of her sex enveloping me.

She started to say in a weak, breathless voice, “Martin... what are you...”, but as I started to probe her lightly with my tongue and nibble her cunt lips, and then darted my tongue as deep as I could into her cunt she gasped, “Oh! Oh god Martin! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

She grabbed my head with both hands as if to ensure that I wouldn’t pull away. She was gasping and writhing, and it was then that I attended to the centre of her sex, her marvellous big clit that so fascinated me. I ran my tongue around it, placed my lips over it and sucked it between my lips, flicking at it with my tongue. It seemed to swell even more in my mouth, and then she slipped over the edge.

She tensed, arched her back and came. The sound started deep in her throat like a growl and built quicky until she cried out, the sound carrying across the lake. My face was soaked in a flood of her juices as she wrapped her legs over my shoulders and gripped my head between her thighs.

My mouth was still on her clit, my mind lost in the pleasure of its size protruding between my lips and pressing against my tongue, when her thighs released their grip on me and she pushed on the top of my head with her hands.

In a whimpering, gasping voice she said, “Oh no more... please stop.”

Moving quicky to her side I took her in my arms, holding her close. She was trembling and panting, and it was a few minutes before she calmed down and was able to say anything, and that only in a whisper.

“I have never felt that before. I have never felt my soul. Martin, what is it that are you are able to do to me to make this happen?”

She moved out of my embrace and lay on top of me and kissed me. I probed at her lips with my tongue for the first time and she promptly responded, probing my mouth with her tongue and playing with mine.

She stared down into my eyes, her long dark hair had fallen down about our faces, like a curtain enveloping us and making a closed intimate place for her words.

“I can taste myself in your mouth Martin. It is a good taste. I do not have to ask you to know that you like it too. That was no secret to me when you put your tongue inside me. Inside my ... Martin, I need a word I can use when we are together like this. I do not like to not have a good word to use when it is right.”

I whispered in her ear, and she said, “Cunt. Yes, it sounds like a good word to use between us. Martin, when you put your tongue deep inside my cunt you touched the door to my soul and then opened it. Now there is another thing I want from you. Another thing I need from you.”

I was marvelling at her words. “Ann, tell me what it is.”

“Martin, I need you go through that open door. I need you to fill the doorway with yourself Martin and go past it deep into my soul. I need your big cock deep inside my cunt Martin. I already have your cum on the outside of me and now I need you to cum inside my cunt and make a woman of me. I want you to...”, and then she was at a loss for the word.

I whispered to her again and she said, “Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my cunt with your big hard cock.”

My god, I thought, is this woman the girl I was with yesterday?

Before I could say anything she kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth. When she finished she straddled me then shifted forward and hung her breasts over my face. Her voice now became husky again.

“Kiss my breasts again Martin. Bite my nipples, Suck them for me... please.”

I pushed them together with my hands and I revelled in their size, warmth and softness as she lowered them against my face and shifted them from side to side. I caught one of her nipples and greedily sucked on it, and when I nipped at it she groaned and breathlessly said, “Martin, I can feel that tingle... in my cunt. It is like electricity. Again... more... please. Make my cunt ready for you to fuck.”

I placed my hands on her hips, moved my face from the delightful smothering I was receiving from her breasts, and told her, “Lift up, reach between your legs, and take my cock in your hand. You’ll know what to do then.”

She lifted her hips, and as she looked down to see what she was doing I felt her hand take hold of my cock. Moments later the tip of my cock touched her pussy and was followed by the sensation of tight warmth as she lowered herself. Her soaking cunt lips spread open and easily slipped down over my cock’s head, engulfing it. She let go with her hand and looked me in the eyes as she pushed down on me further.

“Oh Martin, oh, this feels... oh... your cock is so big... ahhhh ...”

Her cunt was spread open for the first time and she continued to slowly lower herself around me.

And then an exasperated, “Oh. It hurts. No further Martin.”

“Ann, close your eyes and push down hard and it’ll be over.”

She did, and she let out a yelp as she settled down on my cock and it slipped deep into her tight virginal cunt.

She let out some short panting noises and opened her eyes, and with her face very close to mine looked deep into my eyes and started to rock back and forth, riding a cock for the first time.

“Ahhh... oh yesssss... your cock is so... yessss... oh god, I am so full... oh fuck me Martin. Fuck me.”

I held her and we rolled over locked together, her cunt gripping my cock, and we started to move against each other. Her eyes had a wild look to them as she started to buck beneath me and I felt her fingernails starting to scratch my back.

Ohhh your cock... fuck me... fuck my cunt... Unhh Unhhh Unhhh”, and then she lost the motion, tensed and came with a shriek.

I wasn’t quite ready yet, and as I continued to fuck her she resumed her thrusting up at me and spewed forth an almost frantic continuous stream of words.

“Oh yes oh yes yes cum cum inside me cum inside me yes yes yes fuck me more fuck me fuck me cum in my cunt” ... and I did.

When I finally pulled out of her we lay close together, her head on my chest, caressing each other.

Finally, in our special surroundings, she spoke again.

“Martin, in such a short time you have changed my life. You have penetrated my soul. I feel very complete right now.”

She placed her hand on my cock then sat up, looked at it, and fondling it said, “Your cock is finally soft again Martin. It looks very... satisfied.” And with a sly smile she added, “I just hope that it will not stay satisfied too long. Maybe we should go for that swim now, but when we come back out of the water I want to make sure your cock gets hard again. Then I want it to be my turn to taste you. I want to taste your cock and I want you to show me how to please you in every way.”

I took her hand, and we got up and ran into the water. The rest of the day lay ahead of us.