stopped teasingly at my belt and I bucked my hips against his, wanting more.
At last I felt his fingers, tracing the outline of my cock outside my jeans. I moaned into his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel his hand on my skin, but he had other ideas. He just caressed me gently, never giving me enough to get off, just enough to tantalize and titillate.
Two can play at that game, and I pulled my other arm free, reaching for the bulge that distended his trousers in front. With my hand flat on his cock, I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh, pulling him closer.
If it weren’t for the tree, we’d have been on the ground. The heat between us crackled like summer lightning and I’m surprised I didn’t see the sparks. We were moaning and humping against each other with no thought for how this was going to end, which could only be the laundry room, because neither of us could operate zippers or buttons any more.
Any blood supply had fled south, leaving our brains to limp along on backup batteries.
I gave it up first, wrenching my mouth away from his and uttering a strangled groan as I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. I sagged against the tree and he pushed against me, rabbiting his hips against my thigh, riding me in search of his release. He thrust against me so hard when he came I thought he might knock the tree down.
He leaned against me, his chest heaving. In the moonlight, I could see a droplet of sweat trail down his cheek to his neck. Without thinking, I put my tongue out and licked it. Salty. Good.
At last he pushed himself off me and stared at me in the dim light, as if he was trying to memorize my face. “That was fucking hot,” he said. “See you around, J.D.”
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I laughed at the wet spot on the front of his pants, even though I was in the same boat. “Should have taken my original offer,” I pointed out.
“Won’t the boys back at the station laugh at you?”
“I’m off duty anyhow,” he said. “And who knows? I could always write you a ticket another day, so maybe you should stay on your toes.” He unbuttoned one button on his shirt so I knew he was feeling the heat too. “Take it easy.”
He turned and walked to his car while I stood there and admired his walk. He had that easy athletic gait, almost like the prowl of a big cat. It made me shiver a little, even though the humid air retained the heat of the day. I wondered if I’d made a mistake, but what were the odds that I’d ever see him again?
I followed his car back to the road and he turned in the same direction I was going. When we reached the turn off for Little Sandy Lane, he flashed his lights once and pointed out the window. I flashed my lights in thanks and turned off. He kept going.
His directions were easy. My parents had been coming up to this lake since I was a kid, and I never realized that Little Sandy Lane led right onto Big Sandy Lane. Of course, when I was a kid and my parents were driving, I never paid attention to where we were going. Being the middle kid, I was too busy fighting for survival between my brother and sister in the back seat.
But I could have recognized the turnoff to Bluebird Lane in my sleep.
With a nostalgic smile, I remembered how eager we all were to get to the cabin, out of the car and into the lake.
My parents’ cabin was on Star Pond, a little cove off a bigger lake, named for the five points where different creeks emptied into it. The big lake had waves, not as big as the ocean, but it could be choppy. Star Pond 8
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was calmer, although the currents ran deep and strong. It still took a good twenty minutes to canoe across but it was a lot smaller than the big lake.
The shimmer of the moon on the water was my only guide as I turned down the dirt road. Pine trees grew tall and dense all around the cabin, and of course, no lights were on since no one was there.
When I turned off the engine, at first the silence
At last I felt his fingers, tracing the outline of my cock outside my jeans. I moaned into his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel his hand on my skin, but he had other ideas. He just caressed me gently, never giving me enough to get off, just enough to tantalize and titillate.
Two can play at that game, and I pulled my other arm free, reaching for the bulge that distended his trousers in front. With my hand flat on his cock, I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh, pulling him closer.
If it weren’t for the tree, we’d have been on the ground. The heat between us crackled like summer lightning and I’m surprised I didn’t see the sparks. We were moaning and humping against each other with no thought for how this was going to end, which could only be the laundry room, because neither of us could operate zippers or buttons any more.
Any blood supply had fled south, leaving our brains to limp along on backup batteries.
I gave it up first, wrenching my mouth away from his and uttering a strangled groan as I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. I sagged against the tree and he pushed against me, rabbiting his hips against my thigh, riding me in search of his release. He thrust against me so hard when he came I thought he might knock the tree down.
He leaned against me, his chest heaving. In the moonlight, I could see a droplet of sweat trail down his cheek to his neck. Without thinking, I put my tongue out and licked it. Salty. Good.
At last he pushed himself off me and stared at me in the dim light, as if he was trying to memorize my face. “That was fucking hot,” he said. “See you around, J.D.”
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I laughed at the wet spot on the front of his pants, even though I was in the same boat. “Should have taken my original offer,” I pointed out.
“Won’t the boys back at the station laugh at you?”
“I’m off duty anyhow,” he said. “And who knows? I could always write you a ticket another day, so maybe you should stay on your toes.” He unbuttoned one button on his shirt so I knew he was feeling the heat too. “Take it easy.”
He turned and walked to his car while I stood there and admired his walk. He had that easy athletic gait, almost like the prowl of a big cat. It made me shiver a little, even though the humid air retained the heat of the day. I wondered if I’d made a mistake, but what were the odds that I’d ever see him again?
I followed his car back to the road and he turned in the same direction I was going. When we reached the turn off for Little Sandy Lane, he flashed his lights once and pointed out the window. I flashed my lights in thanks and turned off. He kept going.
His directions were easy. My parents had been coming up to this lake since I was a kid, and I never realized that Little Sandy Lane led right onto Big Sandy Lane. Of course, when I was a kid and my parents were driving, I never paid attention to where we were going. Being the middle kid, I was too busy fighting for survival between my brother and sister in the back seat.
But I could have recognized the turnoff to Bluebird Lane in my sleep.
With a nostalgic smile, I remembered how eager we all were to get to the cabin, out of the car and into the lake.
My parents’ cabin was on Star Pond, a little cove off a bigger lake, named for the five points where different creeks emptied into it. The big lake had waves, not as big as the ocean, but it could be choppy. Star Pond 8
Summer Fever | Catt Ford
was calmer, although the currents ran deep and strong. It still took a good twenty minutes to canoe across but it was a lot smaller than the big lake.
The shimmer of the moon on the water was my only guide as I turned down the dirt road. Pine trees grew tall and dense all around the cabin, and of course, no lights were on since no one was there.
When I turned off the engine, at first the silence
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