He didn't return to the lake till Monday, a beautifully warm sunny day with a mild south-westerly wind, perfect for swimming. Alone, he plunged into the ice-cold water, crawling as far as the mass of tangled brambles, lichen-petrified trees, bushes covering the far bank. Treading water, he swivelled his body, breast-stroking back to the solitary bank where he left his clothes then heard a foreign voice.
'Hi, I'm Joely. Mind if I swim here, too?'
She spoke in a deep southern drawl: Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi? And had the most achingly beautiful face he had ever seen, clear blue eyes, a sexy snub nose, pursed fleshy cherry lips, surrounded with shade-upon-shade of fiery red hair: copper, chestnut, ginger, amber, flirty waves, delightful oaken ringlets. Her skin was as pale as clotted cream. His perfect redhead. He worried she might burn in the fierce afternoon sun. Still, he said yes.
She dropped her bag on the ground, stripping off her ash grey t-shirt, running shoes, and tracksuit bottoms, revealing her striking magenta basque. Standing, hands-on-hips, her pretty head cocked to one side, she watched him tread water with his muscular legs.
Joely stooped and splashed her face and chest with water, it was freezing cold, it felt great.
'I think I should swim now, don't you?' she said fancying him - madly, 'Before I catch cold?'
There was a sunken bench, relic of long-lost summer picnic outings, before the crater was created by an enemy bomber shedding its payload after a midnight raid, then it flooded, forming a natural lake. He swam over and stood up on it. The water came up to his waist. He flexed his biceps, triceps, pecs, and abs in a valiant one-on-one attempt to impress her.
My Darcy, Joely imagined, flushing, only hotter.
She crouched on the bankside preparing to dive. He admired her perfect musculature, her poise, and strength. Suspecting, she worked out in a private gym to keep herself slim and fit. Suspecting, Joely could hold her pose, control her breathing, hold her body rigid for him. She was within his grasp, touching distance. He thrust his pelvis at her needing her sex. A crude smile creased her face as she sized the big eel dangling between her man's legs.
His face coloured, flame-red, 'Sorry, forgot my trunks.'
'That's okay,' she smiled, 'I've seen a man's cock before.'
I bet you have, he dreamed, 'I'm Simon, by the way.'
'Good to meet you, Simon. Let's swim, shall we?'
Joely dived into his life headfirst, powering off across the lake face down in the water, her strong arms cutting through the chill, throwing her head back every few strokes, sucking at the tepid air.
Admiring her from afar, Simon turned in the water, following her, calm, preoccupied with her. Joely's body was well-toned, perfectly proportioned. He imagined her torso dripping, clinging, to him.
Men, particularly lean, mean, charming men with huge cocks were hard to find in a rural setting. Joely took him into her own hands, swimming, at least, fifty lengths past two disinterested geese, exhausting herself, heading back to the bank. The water was deeper than her there. An orange lifebelt hung suspended over her head next to a sun-blanched sign which read:
DANGER DEEP WATER
With immense effort, she grasped the side and heaved herself out, falling flat on her front in the grass. Laughing, dripping wet, her pale skin coated in goosebumps, Joely hauled herself out, and tugged a beach towel out of her jute bag.
He was swimming towards her. She dabbed the sun's glare out of her eyes. He watched her avidly as she pulled down her black see-thru lace basque exposing her bare creamy breasts, her ripe cherry nipples, their erect teats: her subtle invitation to him, 'Come and fuck me, Simon.' She wriggled out of her basque, showing him her bald, hairless cunt, letting the wet lace slither down her legs. Joely stretched her arms, raising her full fat pale breasts, her stiff dark cocoa teats, her intimate tattoo.
He clambered out of the water, embarrassed, reddening, looking away, drying himself as best he could. Other than the fine hair on his forearms, a line of fluff running down his belly, his body was bare skin solid muscle. He shivered. All the veins jutted out of his biceps.
Joely encouraged him, 'No need to be shy. You've got a lovely body.'
'It's been so long since I fucked a beautiful woman like you, Joely.'
'Know how you feel,' she sighed, 'this recession's been tough for all of us. Look at me, Simon.'
She was wearing a single pearl choker. He watched Joely cup her breasts, crane her head, lick her nipples. She held herself open for him, exposing her raw steak flesh, her love-hole, handing him her towel, murmuring seductively, 'Dry my breasts and cunt.'
He dried her roughly: tousling her red hair, rubbing her damp torso: kneading her breasts, feeling between her legs as he dabbed at her wet cleft.
Joely whispered longingly, 'Let me hold you.'
She held his cock tenderly in her soft hands. They kissed and embraced. They lay on her towel, he beneath her, Jolie facing the other way, reverse cowgirl. She mounted her stud, sliding the full nine inches of his rigid, throbbing, straining cock fully inside her slick fuck-hole, impaling herself on his stretched-out shaft, rolling back his tight foreskin so that she could clench his pulsing nub, the dribbling slit with her birth muscle. Joely reclined, pressing her fleshy buttocks into her man's underbelly, grinding the spurting semen out of his swollen sac, his slimy nub, as he fondled her heaving breasts, Joely: rising beautifully, ascending his sexual phoenix, high into blissful orgasm.