Iain Blair was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel as he did every summer and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old conquests while being constantly on the lookout for new ones.
But it wasn’t just the women that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he enjoyed the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.
On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Georgina Cooper, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Gerry Cummins.
She looked lost and lonely without her outgoing bubbly sidekick Gerry.
Georgie was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.
The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him.
“Hello Georgina” he said
“Oh hello”
“You a bit fed up, Are you missing Gerry?” he asked
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”
She looked rather sad, but hopefully from this chance meeting he thought he might put a smile on those soft lips hers while pleasing himself at the same time.
Despite being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent and being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at a time when he had an itch to scratch and he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Her friend Gerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Georgina.
Gerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.
It was down by the jetty where they met, supposedly by chance, and Iain was preparing to go sailing.
“Hello Mr Blair” she said
“Hi Gerry Please call me Iain” he responded “Only the tax man calls me Mr Blair”
“Ok” she said with a giggle “Are you going out on the water?”
“Yes, do you want to come?”
“Yes please” she replied
They were sat at the stern of the dinghy, either side of the tiller, in the middle of the lake when the wind fell away and they were becalmed.
“Well what are we going to do now?” he asked
“I’m sure you’ll think of something” she replied and lifted his hand off the tiller and put it between her thighs.
Gerry was kneeling in the bottom of the boat facing the bow with her hands on the seat, and in that position she had presented her round white bottom to him, and more importantly the moist pink lips of her moist cunny.
And then to his great surprise on that bright august afternoon the lovely red haired Gerry accommodated him by thrusting backwards to split her own strawberry whiskers, on his stiff member.
It didn’t take long until Gerry came again as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another and by the time he had got onto the short strokes Gerry was unashamedly vociferous and her scream echoed out across the water when he brought her to her final climax and he shot.
“That was lovely” she said and he began putting his tool back in his shorts when Gerry said with alarm
“No don’t, not yet” and she scrambled towards him and took it in her mouth.
What he thought was just some post coital playfulness on Gerry’s behalf became something altogether different as she expertly sucked him up good and hard.
“You want to play some more?” he said
“Yesh” she replied smacking her lips “I always want more”
For the next ten minutes the becalmed dinghy skipped and splashed on the calm water as Gerry took from him precisely what she desired.
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