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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