The wind billowed Karen's blonde hair back as she snuggled close to Bill in his '57 convertible Bel Air. The wide whitewall tires hugged the road as the big heavy car leaned into each twist and turn. A 60's radio station blasted tunes into the air, and they sang along, laughing at each other when they got the words wrong. Bill had his arm draped over Karen's shoulder, and her hand rested on his bare muscular leg.

After meeting Bill at a mutual friend's party today, Karen immediately felt comfortable and at ease with him. Earlier, in response to her dare, Bill exposed his cock to her, and Karen reciprocated by showing him her perky breasts. They laughed like teenagers in the front seat of his classic car before he drove off, relieved no one observed them flashing each other.

"Have you ever gone skinny dipping?" Bill asked as the momentum of turning a sharp corner forced Karen to lean into him. "We could head up to Birch Lake and cool off; I know a quiet spot."

"How quiet is it?" she shakily asked, as she flashed him a nervous smile.

Bill heard the concern in her voice. "It's so fucking quiet we can do more than skinny-dipping."

The look on Karen's face made him cringe inside; the last thing he wanted to do was overstep the boundaries of their budding friendship.

"I mean, if that's something that interests you," Bill said, quickly backpedaling.

Karen wanted to do ‘more’ with Bill, at least she thought she did, but she was also a little intimidated by his size and directness. Bill was a big man not only between his legs but in physical stature; he easily outweighed her by a hundred pounds and stood at least a foot taller.

She decided to ignore his comment and change the subject. "Claire said you saved Ben's life, and she is forever in your debt. What did you do?"

Bill knew the incident Claire was referring to; he and Ben worked together at the fire department for over twenty years and shared dozens of close calls. But that ‘incident’ left a deep mark on his soul and mind.

"Yeah, I guess I fucking did," Bill responded as he pulled out and passed a slow-moving tractor on the road. "It was a long time ago."

Karen waited for Bill to expand on the story, but instead, he clenched his jaw, which made the dimples in his cheeks more prominent. She liked to look at his handsome face and his full head of silver-grey hair. His pale blue polo-shirt stretched to accommodate his chest muscles; everything about Bill was big.

"Well, are you going to fucking tell me what happened or not!"

"You sure do say fuck a lot!" laughed Bill.

The new joke between them started when they first sat on the bench at the back of Ben and Claire's yard; Karen mentioned how often he used the word fuck.

"Well?" she asked.

"Really? It was a long time ago, and I almost got both Ben and I killed?" Bill said with a touch of guilt in his voice.

Karen sensed the faraway look in Bill's eyes reflected a responsibility for his past decisions; he was reliving the moment in his mind.

"It's okay, Bill," she said, "You don't have to."

"Maybe later," Bill said, giving her a forced smile. "Let's enjoy the ride."

The City awarded Bill the Medal of Honor for his actions on that call. In Bill's mind, he didn't think it was deserving. In his thirty-five years of service to the department, he had done it all. His list of accomplishments was lengthy. Bill helped deliver two babies; rescued people from raging waters in a flash flood; performed CPR on dozens of people, even saving some of them; pulled kids and adults from a burning building; fought fires of all sizes and shapes; extricated crash victims from accidents; and of course the odd cat or two in a tree.

"Okay," Karen said, as she sat tight against him. With Bill's arm around her shoulder, her bare leg repeatedly touched his making the butterflies in her stomach multiply. The sunlight felt good on her face, like a cleansing of her soul.

The road twisted and turned as it led them higher into the hills, away from the oppressive heat in the sun-drenched dry valley. The traffic thinned out until they were the only vehicle on the winding road. Birch Lake was her favorite lake to kayak on. Karen searched her memory, trying to think of a private place to go skinny-dipping, but not coming up with a spot; the thought of being naked in public and in front of Bill terrified her.

Bill slowed down and pulled into a private entrance. He drove down a long tree-lined gravel driveway arriving at a quaint lakeside cedar-clad cottage set back from both the road and the lake; the mature spruce, pine, and birch trees hid the cottage from view. Karen spent many summer days exploring the shores of the lake and never once noticed this cottage.

"We've arrived," Bill said, parking his 'baby' under a carport.

"Are we trespassing?" Karen asked, concerned about getting into trouble.

"Well, if the fucking owner comes home, I guess I'll deal with him," he said, puffing out his muscled chest.

Nervously, Karen stepped out the driver's door as Bill held it open for her. The ride was exhilarating, it was her first ride in a classic car, and she secretly hoped there would be many more. The birds greeted them with a pleasant melody as they walked up the worn wooden steps onto the wrap-around deck. Bill held her hand as he guided her around the cottage to the lakeside. The view was not what she expected, even though the cottage was on the lake. Mature trees mostly hid a channel that entered one spot and exited another, leaving a treed island in-between. In all the years she had been coming to Birch Lake, she never noticed this channel or cottage.

"It's beautiful," Karen finally said as she took it all in. "Private, and yet the lake is so close. Is this your place?"

Bill wasn't one for words, but right now, even simple ones didn't want to flow from his mouth. Sunlight reflected off Karen's blonde hair, and it made her look like an angel. She was much younger than him, at least ten years or so, and suddenly he felt very insecure.

"I promised you a private place to skinny-dip," he stammered, trying to maintain eye contact. "Are you still up for it?"

Even though they just met today, Karen instinctively knew he wouldn't take advantage of her unless she wanted him to. Still, the idea of sharing their nakedness unnerved her. "Okay," she said as she looked in the cottage windows to see if anyone was inside.

"I'm just as nervous as you are," Bill said. "And, yes, this is my place; no one will be spying on us. Why don't you walk down to the pond, and I'll grab a couple of towels for us." What he didn't say was he needed a little time to reflect on the day's events and also about what they were about to do.

Karen walked down a path covered in pine needles to the beckoning red Adirondack chairs. They were her favorite chairs. She sighed as her bum hit bottom. The relief was mostly emotional, the strength of the chair wrapped her in physical comfort, and the surroundings' serenity soothed her soul.

Bill watched from the living room window as Karen walked down the path that he and his late wife used over the years. He didn't want to compare Karen to Tina, but it was hard not to. They were both very similar in size with the same cute smile and a naughty attitude. He instinctively knew Tina would approve of Karen. It had been a long time since he courted a girl, and Bill hoped he didn't fuck it up.

After Bill retired, four years later, he lost Tina to cancer, and the tragedy turned him into a recluse. Today was the first time he allowed himself to attend a social gathering. He gave a quick mental note to thank Claire and Ben for coaxing him to attend their barbecue and come out into the light; otherwise, he wouldn't have met Karen today.

Karen tried to control her racing heart, but it was no use; the thought of being naked in front of Bill made her anxious. With a quick look back at the cabin, she undressed and jumped into the refreshing water. The cold water instantly made her nipples firm up. At least this allowed her to preserve some modesty until they eventually got out of the water. The slamming of the screen door on the cottage drew Karen's attention, and she watched the mountain of a man come down the pathway. The closer he got, the more self-conscious she felt in her birthday suit.

Bill had taken off his shirt and changed to swimming trunks. He made his way down the path with an armload of towels and a small cooler. "Looks like someone was impatient to get naked!" he laughed.

Karen stammered for a minute, and tried to seem calm, then decided to go with the truth. "Sorry, I was nervous about getting undressed in front of you."

Bill kicked himself internally for being so ill-mannered. "I understand; that's why I threw on my swimsuit. I didn't want to scare you off so soon."

"You're nervous?" asked Karen in disbelief. Bill seemed so sure of himself that it didn't seem possible.

"Fucking terrified!" he laughed. He threw the armful of towels and blanket off his shoulder onto the red chair, revealing a dragon tattoo on his chest and upper left shoulder. "Can I join you?"

"Sorry," Karen boldly exclaimed, "this is European hour, so you have to be naked like me. By the way, I love your tattoo!"

"Thanks, remind me to tell you someday what it means to me. Okay, you may want to look away while I drop my drawers; otherwise, I will spoil you for any other man," he laughed.

"Spoil me!" beamed Karen, surprised at her forwardness.

Bill slowly lowered and raised his suit while humming a striptease tune enjoying the vast smile on Karen's face. With a quick push, he dropped his swimsuit to the pine needles and stepped out of it.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Karen exclaimed as she eyed his cock. "You're huge! I mean REALLY fucking big!" Her pussy tensed up at the thought of having it inside her. Even though Bill gave her a quick glimpse of his cock at Ben and Claire's place, it looked to be twice the size.

"I warned you!" Bill laughed as he climbed down the rock steps and jumped into the clear water spraying Karen. When he emerged, she splashed him back, and they laughed like two school kids as they had a water fight.

"You win!" he laughed, swimming to Karen's left, sitting on the rock ledge, leaving his chest exposed. "Join me?"

"You won't take advantage of me, will you?' Karen teased as she swam over.

"Never! I promise to respect you and only do what you want me to." After he screwed up once, he didn't want to make it worse.

Joining Bill on the small ledge, their bare legs touched. She blushed as her perky breasts were just above the waterline, and she noticed Bill's attention.

"I have to admit I can't stop staring at your hard nipples," he confessed. "They look so fucking suckable! Fuck is that even a word!" he laughed.

Karen laughed along with him, relieved that he didn't think her breasts were too small. Bill's dragon tattoo caught her eye again, "I love your tattoo; you said it has a special meaning. Do you want to share?"

Looking at Karen, he debated with his inner anguish. The risk in disclosing the true meaning of his dragon tattoo meant sharing the burden in his mind. He did save Ben's life, his best friend and co-worker, but it also meant telling her about the guilt he carried about the incident. He decided to go with the short version.

"I spent my life fighting the burning flames from the dragon's breath. I always looked at fire as my enemy, my adversary, until it saved my life and my men."

Bill stopped to gather his composure; even now, after all these years thinking back on that day made him emotional. He sensed Karen was looking at him, waiting for him to continue. If he looked at her, the tears would start flowing, and everyone knew big men don't cry.

"I carry this tattoo proudly, as a reminder that a dragon can be a protector as well as the enemy. I didn't know it at the time, but for some reason, the dragon watched over me for my whole career, making sure I was safe." Bill lowered his head; he had to stop again and regroup.

Karen saw whatever Bill went through left an indelible scar on his psyche. The memories were opening up old wounds, and she wished she never asked about his tattoo. Her first instinct was to comfort him, but she instinctively knew that's not what Bill needed. Whatever he felt was between him and his dragon.

"Sorry, I always get stirred up when I think of that day," Bill said. "It was the last fire I ever went into."

"Claire said you saved six men that day, that you individually carried them out of the building, and that Ben was the last one."

The faraway look in his eyes took him back to that precise moment, "I couldn't leave him behind," he said more to himself than Karen. "I wouldn't."

He didn't feel the tear silently roll down the cheek closest to Karen. The thought of almost losing his best friend in the fire still tormented him. Especially when it was all his fault, he should have never let his men go into that fire; the dragon tried to warn him, and he missed the clues.

The comfortable quiet between them spoke of their new bond. Karen slipped her arm through his and leaned her head on Bill's arm. Neither of them needed to say anymore. Her breast pressed against him but not in a sexual way.

A female Loon swam up the channel, and they watched it come closer and closer. It stopped in front of them, sang its melancholy tune once, then floated out the other end. Even nature was sympathetic to Bill's memory of that day. The towering pine trees surrounding them provided a sanctuary of privacy from boats on the lake.

"It's beautiful here," Karen said, breaking the tranquility, "You're lucky to have a cottage in this spot."

Karen's right, Bill thought; he was lucky. "I'm glad you like it; I cleared the land and built the cottage myself. Well, with my late wife's help too."

"What was her name?"

"Tina." He wanted to tell Karen more but hesitated. "She would have liked you. I'm sorry about your dad passing away," he added.

"Harry was my step-dad; he married mom when I was six. He raised me after my mom died; I was only eleven. He paid for my college and set me up in business. I owe him everything. When he came down with osteoarthritis, I looked after him." Karen paused, "we were always close, but his disease brought us even closer."

Karen's cheeks turned red, and Bill gave her a puzzled look. "Did you ever get married?"

"No, I dated a few guys along the way." She looked up at Bill but couldn't maintain eye contact and hoped he didn't put two and two together. "It was just Harry and me."

Bill was impressed with Karen's love and commitment towards her step-father, but he had a strange feeling there was something she wasn't sharing with him. He unlocked his arm, putting it over her shoulder, leaning his head sideways, resting on hers.

The sound of a stereo echoed through the air. A ski boat filled with young people came into view then roared by with a skier tethered to a rope. The stereo played an old Iron Butterfly song, 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,' a catchy tune from long ago.

"Hey! I know that song!" he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Karen didn't hesitate; she looked up at Bill and sang along to the words.

Bill stared at Karen, amazed that she knew the words, then burst out laughing. Not to be outdone, he sang the next verse, completely off-key.

Their laughter filled the air as the melody echoed across the water. Together they sang out the verses over and over in terrible harmony. Karen's pleasant-sounding voice couldn't overcome Bill's raspy off-tune voice.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a beautiful voice?" Karen asked with a straight face.

He wasn't sure if Karen was teasing him or not, "Um, no."

"Good! Because if they did, they were lying!"

"Why, you little minx!" Bill laughed as he effortlessly picked her up and sat her sideways on his legs.

The stare between them only lasted a few seconds before Karen threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with a deep passion. Bill never thought he would ever feel this way about another woman again. He squeezed Karen gently, like a delicate flower, as he enjoyed the feel of her breasts against his chest. The softness of her bum on his cock filled him with a sexual urge. To make love to her, to fuck her.

"Oh god, Bill," Karen exclaimed after the kiss ended, "I need you. I need your big cock." She wasn't sure if Bill was ready for sex or not, but she knew the hard cock that poked her ass was more than ready. Karen tensed up at the worried look on his face until he broke into a big smile.

"From the moment I saw you sitting by yourself on that garden bench in Claire and Ben's backyard, you mesmerized me." He laughed, then turned serious. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

"Ha! Now that's a good one," laughed Karen, "me, sexy!"

"Well, my cock thinks you're sexy!" laughed Bill as he poked her bum with his now hard cock.

"Ow!" Karen exclaimed in mock pain. "Can you let your friend know my backdoor is available, but only after I get to know you better?"

"Fuck!" Bill roared. "Now that I know that, your sexy rating just jumped off the charts!"

Karen ground her ass down on Bill's cock to tease him; desire rose in her again. She tenderly kissed him and explored his mouth with her tongue. His strong embrace made her feel so small in his strong arms.

Karen missed the intimacy of being with a man. When college ended, Karen moved back home, and Harry became her lover. They never planned; it just happened. Karen knew it wasn't incest in the real sense, but it was taboo in the eyes of the world; after all, Harry did have sex with her mom. She rationalized it was okay because Harry wasn't her real dad. He wasn't her first lover, but he was the best, and he taught her so much.

Over the years, Harry's crippling disease left him in excruciating pain. Giving him oral pleasure took his mind off the pain, but in the end, even that didn't help. She hated to see him suffer and knew it was for the best when he passed on. Still, Harry's death was like losing her husband of more than twenty years, and she mourned as his wife. After Harry died, she broke down, internally and externally. For the last few years, she had been celibate, except with her fingers.

No one knew of her intimacy with Harry, not even Claire, whose wise council helped bring her back into the world of the living. Karen always suspected that Claire knew the truth, but she never acknowledged knowing. Bill and she were more alike than he knew, even if she could never reveal her taboo secret to him.

The two new lovers clung to each other as they enjoyed the intimacy and newness their bodies offered. Bill's hands explored Karen's body from her tight, firm ass to her smooth pussy then up to her small breasts. Karen opened her legs, and Bill's cock protruded high above her legs. The size of Bill's cock scared her, and she mentally wondered if it had been wise to offer her ass to him; Harry loved to fuck her ass, but his cock had been half the size of Bill's.

They both jumped when the Loon suddenly serenaded them again. Neither of them noticed its stealthy re-entry as it floated in the channel stopping a few feet in front of them.

"Looks like we have an admirer," laughed Karen. "She must think we're imposing on her territory."

"Either that or she likes to watch," Bill laughed.

"Hmm, should we go onshore and show her something she can brag about to the other birds," Karen said. As much as she enjoyed this moment, her body demanded more.

Bill looked into her beautiful blue eyes, "I would like that," he said, as he gently pinched her nipple.

Karen gave Bill's cock one last squeeze, then slid into the water, causing the Loon to dive in retreat. She swam over to the rock steps. With as much self-confidence as possible, she climbed up and revealed her nude body to Bill.

"My god, you're beautiful!" Bill exclaimed as he stared at her fully naked body for the first time. "Fucking, beautiful!"

The praise from Bill colored her cheeks and filled her heart. It had been a long time since a man complimented her. "Thanks, Bill, I appreciate you think so," Karen said as she stood a little straighter.

Bill didn't want to rush out of the water, but it was impossible not to. He burst onto land like a walrus looking for a place to claim. He picked Karen up under her arms and swung them in a circle making her legs fly out. When he stopped, Karen's legs circled his waist, and her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I feel like a teenager!" Karen enthused. Her pussy pushed against his abdomen. "I want you, Bill; I want your big cock!" She tried to be calm and reserved, but the attraction was too powerful. "Fuck me; take me right here."

"Oh god, I can't remember being this horny!" he laughed.

Their lips met, and tongues wrestled back and forth; each one took the lead only to relinquish it to the other. Bill's cock poked at Karen and rubbed against her ass and pussy, as it searched for an entry to a hole, any hole. He thought about taking her as they stood up but worried his hands on her wet ass might slip off. Bill leaned over and lowered Karen until her feet touched the ground.

"Help me set up the blanket," Bill said as he reluctantly released Karen. "Or we can go inside if you prefer."

"I like it here," she purred. "It's perfect for our first time together!"

The red and black plaid blanket billowed out as they set it on a level spot. Karen picked up one of the towels and dropped it at Bill's feet. She ran a hand over his hairy chest and felt the muscles under his skin. First, she kissed his nipples; then, her tongue traced down. Not many men Bill's age could brag about having such a tight abdomen. Her hands reached behind to grip his ass as she licked the water off his toned body.

Bill held his breath as Karen slowly worked her way down. Every soft kiss and lick felt delicious, he wanted to say something, but all he could do was moan in appreciation.

Karen felt her chin touch his cock as it stood proudly at attention. She pulled back and sighed at her first close up look. "Your cock is amazing!" Karen exclaimed passionately, more to herself than Bill. "So, fucking big!"

"You don't have to do this, Karen," Bill said. As much as he wanted her to suck him, he wanted her to know it wasn't necessary.

"Oh, Bill, I need to! I miss doing this!" She saw the confused look on his face but couldn't reveal her secret.

He may be a big man, but he wasn't stupid. "Harry? You and Harry were lovers?"

Karen didn't have the strength to speak. Instead, she just nodded her head. Worry filled her mind. Would Bill be disgusted?

"You were both adults," he said, giving her shoulders a comforting squeeze.

Karen sighed in relief and hugged Bill until she couldn't hold back the desire building inside her. There seemed to be no end to Bill's cock as she traced his length with her tongue until finally, she reached his balls. Like his cock, Bill's balls were gigantic. She liked that he kept himself shaved as she licked one then the other. The sight of his cock was making her dizzy with infatuation.

Her hand grasped him; she pulled his cock away from his belly; the thickness felt incredible in her hands. The eye of his cock stared at her, and she stroked him until a small amount of pre-cum leaked out. "Hmm, you taste good," she said, licking it up, "I can't wait to have you come in my mouth!" Giving oral wasn't a chore; it was something Karen loved doing. She enjoyed pleasing Harry this way for hours, making him come time after time until his cock softened and he slept peacefully.

Bill fought the urge to take control; it took all his self-will not to force his cock into Karen's sweet mouth. Every lick, suck, or kiss felt electric. "Fuck!" Bill exclaimed, unable to stop his hips from rocking back and forth. "You're incredible!"

Karen smiled inside at Bill's ardor. She used her tongue on the sensitive underside, skillfully sucking the thick head of his cock. Her mind entered a place where everything ceased to exist except for her need to please. Harry brought out her submissive side, and she embraced it. There was nothing she refused to do for Harry; nothing.

Bill's legs felt wobbly. After they met this morning, he never imagined Karen would be on her knees with his cock in her mouth. It appeared that she loved to give oral, no, he thought, this was much more than that; this bordered on reverence. An image of his late wife burst into his head, Tina was old fashioned, but once in a blue moon, she gave him oral sex. In that respect, Karen was the exact opposite of his late wife.

Karen's blind desire to please Bill surged. She felt herself carried away with lust to suck his cock deeper and deeper. She yearned to taste his essence and used all the "tricks" that drove Harry wild. Bill's deep moans were music to her ears.

It was hopeless; Bill knew it. He wanted this to last longer, but Karen's magic mouth turned him into jelly. One of her soft hands massaged his balls while the other one stroked his cock. He fought the urge to grab her blonde head, to exploit her willing mouth with his hard cock. The visual power of Karen's passion left no doubt she enjoyed this. This shy, unassuming woman was performing one of the most intimate acts of love on him. He never asked her to; she pleased him by her own accord.

"Karen, I can't hold out much longer," Bill exclaimed as his shaking hands grasped her head, involuntarily pushing his massive cock deeper.

Karen stopped momentarily and looked up at Bill. His sexy brown eyes collided with hers; she loved his wide-eyed look of lust. Karen kept eye contact and licked the sensitive underside of his cock. She felt the sheer joy of her actions deep in her pussy. When Bill walked towards her in the garden this morning, the unexpected surge of sexual energy almost left her speechless. She never envisioned his cock would be in her mouth so soon, but she welcomed him; suddenly, she felt whole again.

"You beautiful, sexy woman!" Bill gasped as his release hit.

Karen's eyes stayed locked on Bill's as she sucked harder on his cock; her mouth milked him, and she tasted his cum for the first time. Every drop tasted delicious. Even when he had nothing left, she continued to nurse. Now that Bill knew her obsession, in small doses, she would reveal more of her sexual tendencies to him and hoped he didn't run away. Deep inside, she felt Bill could be as dominant as Harry was, and it excited her to imagine being under Bill's control.

Bill stroked Karen's blonde hair as her soft blue eyes continued to stare at him. This tiny woman who knelt at his feet just gave him the best blowjob of his life, and best of all, she fucking loved doing it.

"I love how fucking big your cock is," Karen gushed. "I can't remember drinking so much cum!" she laughed. She squeezed his cock, searching for another taste, licking the tiny drop that escaped out. "Do you want me to keep sucking you until you get hard again? I did promise my ass to you."

"Fuck!" Bill exclaimed in awe. "Would you let me do that?"

His cock gave a little jump in her hands. "Looks like your big guy down here likes the idea," laughed Karen as she continued to stroke his beautiful cock. "Why don't you lie down and let me suck you some more? My knees are getting a little sore from the gravel."

How could he say no to an idea like that? He tried to be casual about all this, but he felt like a kid in a candy store. He wanted to do everything with Karen and for her.

When her mouth found his cock again, Karen went into a dream-like state of mind. She prayed Bill would be her new man and hoped he felt the same way about her; maybe then their two broken hearts could mend together.

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