“I’m only here for a vacation, you live here. You can come back and get more, I can’t. Hand it over, babe,” I replied as icily as could my hand now more insistent as I reached for the chocolate sauce. He held the chocolate sauce further away from me as I tried to grab it, and soon I was pushed up against him, hand reaching futilely at the bottle.
“How about we compromise?” he offered as he wrapped his free arm around my waist so I couldn’t get away. I glared at him, seeing the way his eyes kept glancing at my lips.
“And what kind of compromise is that?” I asked cautiously, and held back from wriggling in his grasp.
“I’m a pretty generous man. I’ll loan it to you.”
“Oh yeah? And what do I have to give to get that?”
“Ice cream.”
He said it so sincerely that I was speechless for a moment. He let go of me and pushed me back so he could pick up my basket full of groceries. He was still grinning, but the arrogance seemed to be toned down a little bit, for now at least.
“Come on. You pay for the ice cream, I pay for the sauce and we eat both in toast to our new found friendship.”
I could do nothing but follow after him. He turned to look at me and laughed again before placing the basket at the cashier. She seemed to know him pretty well, based on the grin she was giving him.
“Hey, Jack. Haven’t seen you around in while. You just got back?” she asked him as she ran all of my items through the checkout. So Chocolate Sauce had a name, did he? Well, I preferred Chocolate Sauce. It perfectly described my desire to cover him in ice cream and lick it up off of his body.
Huh. That seemed to be a thing with me, didn’t it?
“Yeah, I did; was one hell of a trip in this heat. Good to be back home though,” he answered her easily; all smooth talk and heated looks. The cashier in question bit her lip before doing something to the checkout and grinning up at Chocolate Sauce when she finished.
“Discount for your home-coming,” she explained, and I saw that the price was in fact lower.
That cheeky son of a bitch.
“Aw, Jenny. You didn’t have to do that,” he added to the sincerity by resting a hand on her shoulder momentarily.
“Oh, it’s nothing really. You just come visit real soon, ‘kay?” the cashier insisted before Chocolate Sauce nodded and grabbed all of my things. She looked at me expectantly and I could only smile nervously before quickly following Jack out of the door.
“What was that?” I asked, trying really hard to be upset at him. But it wasn’t like he asked the cashier to give him a discount; she just decided to do it.
“Generosity of small towns,” was his only answer as he handed over my shopping that he paid for. “Now come on, you lead the way and we’ll go back to your place and have that ice cream. I’ve got a craving.”
I shook my head and actually laughed at that. He still looked like trouble, and the fact that he was climbing on to a motorcycle just enforced that thought. It also took me back to my bad boy fantasy days of my teens. My vacation was already feeling like anything could happen, and Jack was definitely something I wanted to happen too.
I got back in my car after dumping the groceries in the back seat and drove off. I didn’t bother waiting for him – the roar of his motorcycle let me know that he was right behind me. I felt that familiar hum of arousal the closer we got to my cottage. All I could remember was leaning against him as he held away my chocolate sauce, how hard his body felt under mine. I bit my lip in anticipation.
Twenty minutes later we were at my cottage and I got out of my car, groceries in hand, walking slowly toward my door. I won’t lie; I let my hips sway just a little bit as I heard his engine cut off. I figured it was worth it when I heard his low chuckle.
I unlocked the door and walked inside and headed straight for the kitchen. I didn’t want the ice cream to melt after all. I knew he was watching me as I bent at the waist to put the ice cream in the freezer at the bottom of the fridge. I knew I might have been laying it on a bit thick, but I didn’t hear him complain as he walked up behind me to grip my hips steadily.
“Oh, did you want the ice cream now?” I asked innocently as I stood back up, my rear rubbing against his crotch as I did so. He was smirking at me again, apparently not against a bit of teasing. It was good to know at least.
“Well, I certainly want something sweet,” he began, hands moving from my hips down to my thighs and up again, “if you aren’t opposed, of course?”
It was my turn to smirk as I angled my body so that I could rest my hands on the kitchen counter next to the fridge and push my butt out just enough to get my point across. His grip became firmer and he pushed his crotch against me, hard enough that I could feel the insistent bulge of his hard on.
Instead of pushing up my dress or going for my zipper, he pulled me up until my back was flush against his chest. He pressed his lips against my neck and began trailing kisses across the area, every now and then nipping me just the little bit until I was standing on my tiptoes trying to get closer to him.
He led me out of the kitchen and steered me towards the couch, pushing me until I fell back onto. Then he knelt down in front of me and used his hands to push my legs apart, grinning up at me all the while. Something sweet indeed.
He curled his hands around my knees and jerked me forward. I let out a little gasp, and my hands went to stop my dress from riding all the way up my thighs out of habit. He wouldn’t have any of that, and took my hands in his own and placed them on the outside of my legs as he leant closer to me. He sat up on his knees and pushed the dress those last few inches up and curled his fingers around the waistline of my white cotton panties – it was a day for comfort, sue me – and pulled them down my legs. I had to close my legs momentarily as he pulled them off, but he was quick to spread them open again for his perusal.
I blushed furiously at the intensity of his gaze. He ran his hands up my thighs leisurely, in no rush to get to where I wanted him most. Thumbs dug into seemingly random places, forcing my muscles to tense up and relax. I let out a little whimper when he bit my inner thigh, his short puffs of laughter cooling my heated centre.
The only kind of friction he saw fit to give me was when he covered my sex with his hand. I groaned appreciatively and pushed down against him, only to whine when he took his hand away just as quickly.
“Patience,” he admonished lightly, “I don’t even know your name. I wanna know the name of the girl who’s gonna be screaming my name pretty soon.”
Prick. “Laura.”
“Hmm, pretty name,” he said, oh-so-casually, before parting my labia with a finger and pushing it inside.
I didn’t outright moan so much as hum, my eyes falling shut and my head leaning back to rest on the back of the couch. His movements were slow, leisurely, and I could feel the familiar coil of heat burning in my belly. He added another finger and twisted them around, curling them until he hit that sweet spot and I cried out his name.
“JACK! Fuck!”
I could feel his grin as leant forward and wrapped those sinful lips around my clit and sucked, still pushing against my g-spot. My hips jerked upwards without my consent and my hands went to grip his hair and push him closer to me.
“Jack, I’m so – oh!”
He hardly let me finish, lightly scraping his teeth against my clit as his fingers began thrusting against me more insistently. It wasn’t long before I was coming, gripping his hair so tightly that it was probably painful for him, and screaming out his name.
It was a good thing the cottage was so far away.
Lake Time
Soon after I came down from my orgasmic high Jack got a phone call and had to leave. I felt a little bad about him leaving without me returning the favour, but he said I could make it up to him later and gave me his number.
I spent the rest of the day just lazing about, and suddenly feeling guilty about Sam, but then consoled myself when the man in question gave me a call later that d
ay to invite me to the lake the next day.
***
“Sam?” I asked, trying not to let the nerves colour my voice.
“Hey, Laura. How’s your day been?” If he noticed my nerves he didn’t mention it.
“Oh, you know -,” orgasmic, “uneventful. Did you get that part you needed?”
“Yep. Been thinking about you all day.” His voice dropped to a much huskier tone and I bit my lip. Did it make a big floozy if I had phone sex after I had sex with a guy I met at a grocery store? Well, I suppose the answer to that question lay in the phrase ‘sex with a guy I met at a grocery store’. But no, it was my vacation, and that meant doing what I wanted, and not worrying about what people thought.
“Oh yeah?” I answered, letting my own voice turn sultry.
“Yeah. Remember that lake I told you about the other day?” he waited for my affirmative before continuing, “Well I was wondering if you wanted to go there with me tomorrow? I know you said you didn’t have swim gear-.”
“I’d love to!” I almost yelled, and subsequently cringed. Sam chuckled into the phone.
“Good to hear,” he purred, “You might think me a little bold, but I really can’t wait to see you. It’s all I could think about when I saw you in those damn shorts.”
He sounded a little out of breath if I was being honest with myself. I grinned like the cat that got the canary.
“It was so hot, though, I had to wear something to help cool me off. Imagine if you’d found me in my underwear instead of those shorts?”
“Oh, I am, Laura. You can trust me on that.”
“Where are you now, Sam?” I asked, and made sure to just about purr his name out as I spread out on my bed.
“On my couch at home,” he answered, and I heard the familiar sound of a hand moving on a cock.
“Are you already touching yourself?” I asked, just the smallest hint of disbelief colouring my voice.
“Was touching myself before I called you, just wanted to hear your voice,” he obviously was doing something nice as he a let out a groan afterward. Well, I’d already made my decision on the ethics of it all; I might as well help him along.
“You know, I thought about you after you left,” I began and waited for the sound of him stroking his cock stopped, “I just couldn’t help myself, after all that talk of skinny dipping. All I could do was imagine how you’d fuck me in that lake. How loud I’d scream. Do you think anyone would be able to hear me cry out your name when I came on your cock?”
“Fuck, Laura,” he growled out, the slick sounds of his pleasure starting up again.
“Oh, and it’s been so long since someone’s been inside of me, Sam. It’d feel so good to have your thick cock inside of me. You’ve no idea how much I want it, Sam. How much I need it.”
Okay, I was laying it on a bit thick, but dammit, I wanted to hear that god of a man growl out my name and come from my voice alone if possible. From the sounds I heard over the phone, it sounded like he was close to that too.
“Yes, Laura, fuck!”
I snickered and mentally patted myself on the back, even though I knew he probably put more work into that than I did.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sam,” I purred out. He just made an intelligible noise before I ended the call.
***
That was yesterday of course, and today I was making my way down to the lake. I’d dressed back into the denim shorts – as if I was going to wear anything else after last night – and a strappy singlet because of the heat. No bra; I didn’t think it’d really be necessary with what Sam presumably had planned.
In the morning Sam had called me again to let me know about the trail I could take to get to the lake. I was on it now, and I found it very soothing. I thought it might have been a little bit creepy, tall trees all around me, random animal noises popping up and twigs cracking and snapping ominously in the distance – but all I could think of was the heat of the day making me sweat in a very unsexy way. I’d just have to make sure that I was in the water before Sam could see my sweat stains under my arms, or on my back, or my boobs. Right about now was the time I was regretting forgoing the bra.
It was only a ten-minute hike, and for a second I wondered if Sam told me about the trail because I wanted to give me a workout and then have me all limp and lazy so he could have his way with me. Yeah, as if I was going to put up much of a fight to begin with.
I found the lake eventually, and it took my breath away. It wasn’t the largest lake I had seen, but it was so deathly quiet and calm and still. Part of the reason I was dying from the heat was the lack of a breeze, but the way the sun was sparkling off water was mesmerising.
“Beautiful isn’t it?”
That wasn’t Sam.
“Jack?” I asked incredulously, finally noticing him standing near the edge of the lake, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a grin.
“Hey, Laura,” he all but growled out. “Love the shorts.”
I couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter at that before nodding in agreement and putting my hands on my hips. So much for hiding my sweat.
“You come to this lake often, Jack?” I asked innocently and walked closer to the lake, slipping off my shoes and denim shorts as I went. The man had already seen my pussy – what was there left to be embarrassed about?
“Nah, not really my scene. A friend of mine suggested I come, though. Said it was gonna be one hell of a scorcher today.”
Soon we were both walking into the water, and I immediately plastered myself onto Jack from the cold of the water. Sam really hadn’t been kidding about the temperature.
“I’m sure you’ll warm up soon enough,” he said in answer, hand snaking around to squeeze my ass appreciatively. He may have let out something like a sigh of relief, but I couldn’t be sure; I was more focused on the freezing water and when Sam was going to show up. I had an inkling that perhaps the boys and I had a ‘friend’ in common.
“I’m sure I will too,” I replied, and hooked my foot around his ankle and shoved. Apparently I took him by surprised since he went down pretty easy, splashing me with freezing water in the process. I burst out laughing at the shocked look on his face when he finally popped up again. I was still laughing until he caught my wrist and pulled me down with him. I shrieked loudly, but he was nicer than me and didn’t let my head go under the water and caught me.
“You got me all wet,” I pouted at him. His only answer was to stare at me heatedly before bringing a hand up to the back of my head and pressing his lips against mine lightly.
The most surprising thing about that kiss is that it was so chaste, and sweet and sincere. And not what I wanted right about then. I spurred him on by bringing my hands up to his shoulders and digging in before pushing against him further and opening my mouth to him. He seemed to get the hint and the arm that was wrapped around my back tightened even further and forced me to straddle his waist.
The water was only up to our knees when standing, but when we sat it was around our chest. Still cold, I pushed myself closer to him so that the cold water couldn’t swirl between us. I could already feel his erection pushing up against me, only our underwear separating us. I pushed him away, only for a moment, to grip the edges of my singlet and pull it over my head. Jack helpfully took it from me and threw it far enough that it landed in a pile that appeared to be his clothes. Huh, I hadn’t noticed that earlier.
Jack was quite preoccupied with my breasts at the moment. They weren’t the largest, but they were big enough to grab his attention and his ministrations. The man was good with his hands, whether it be on my pussy or my breasts. I whimpered pleadingly as he rolled one nipple between his fingers and took the other into his mouth. The heat of his tongue was almost scalding after the cold water of the lake, and it was absolutely scintillating.
I was so focused on Jack and the friction I got from grinding down on his hard on that I didn’t notice that we had an audience.
Brothers in Arms
Or at least, I didn’t notice until the both of us got a face full of freezing cold water. Jack just groaned, but let go of the hold he had on my nipple and only pushed me down onto his erection even more.
“Jack, you dog, you started without me,” Sam – and it was Sam – complained, hands on his hips and completely naked and half-hard. My mouth watered at the sight of him, and made me moan as I grinded down against Jack’s cock, only imagining it was Sam’s.
“So you two do know each other,” I said, a little breathier than I wanted, and stared between the two of them.
“In one way or another,” Sam supplied as Jack was content to keep mouthing at my breasts and neck. “You know, from what I heard from Jack, this isn’t exactly fair.”
I snickered. Maybe I was living a porno, and this was just some strange parallel universe where all my naughty fantasies came true.
“You’re right,” I answered and pushed away from Jack and away from both of the boys. I stayed seated and quickly rolled my panties down my legs and threw the item of clothing in their general direction. I pushed off against the ground beneath my feet and swam until the water came up to my shoulders while I was standing. The boys were right behind, but it was Sam that got to me first and wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back against his chest.
“You mentioned something about fucking in this lake last night,” he growled in my ear, his now fully erect cock digging into my lower back deliciously, “I’d like to make all your fantasies come true. You did say you were here for a couple of weeks, right?”
I hummed my affirmation, grabbing onto his arms for support and moving my ass back and forth to give him a bit of friction. He groaned in response, and one hand ran down my stomach to my sex. He found my clit with surprising efficiency and I was soon gasping out his name as he circled the heated bud. He and Jack had swapped notes apparently. I couldn’t bring myself to be angry about that even if I tried.
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