Elizabeth and Bernard swam as usual the next morning. Nearing the end of their swim, doing a gentle side stroke, they faced each other and talked. As they approached the cottage, Elizabeth swam closer to Bernard and brushed her foot against his thigh. Neither reacted to the gentle contact. Seconds later she brushed against him again. This time she brushed her knee against his swimsuit, and again neither reacted to the contact. They reached the dock and pulled themselves from the water.
As she started up the bank, Elizabeth stopped and turned to face him. She slid her arms under his, grasping him by the shoulders and pulled him to her. Her kiss started gently and grew more assertive. Her tongue penetrated his lips and she crushed her breasts against his chest. She bit his lower lip, gauging his reaction, until she could taste his blood. Holding the kiss, she moved to his side and wrapped her legs around his thigh. She moved behind him and grasped his nipples twisting them harder and harder. She lowered her left hand to his swimsuit and felt him fully erect. She bit his neck. Then she took him by the hand and led him to the shower.
They faced each other, their arousal apparent.
"Give me your suit, Bernard, I'll hang it to dry."
He turned to remove it.
"I didn't tell you to turn, Bernard. I think you would prefer to do just as you are told."
Bernard turned to face her, removed his suit and handed it to her. She looked him in the eyes before shifting her attention and staring frankly at his erect cock and his testicles, still shriveled from the long swim in the cold lake. She kept him standing before her, fully available to her gaze longer than might have been comfortable for him.
"Start the shower. I'll join you," she said.
He turned and walked to the shower head and she turned and stripped out of her suit. She turned to him as he stretched in the warm flow of the shower. She looked him in the eyes before shifting her attention to his cock. She wrapped her arms around his back pulling him to her crushing her breasts into his chest and his cock against her stomach. She grasped his buttocks fiercely and, pulling them apart, probed his anus with her fingertips. She loosened her grip and backed away slightly taking his right nipple into her mouth. She sucked it fully erect.
Letting loose his nipple she looked at him, his eyes shut, biting his lower lip. "Wash my hair first. Then wash me from head to toe," she whispered.
She released him. He lathered her short, salt and pepper hair and massaged her scalp with the tips of his fingers. He rinsed the soap from her hair and repeated himself. He lathered her arms and shoulders and her back to the waist. She felt him trembling as she turned to face him. He washed her from the shoulders to the waist, barely touching her breasts. Then, kneeling, he washed one leg and the other from foot to thigh. He quickly washed her bottom and stomach, running his hands, now shaking severely, briefly between her legs.
She smiled, surprised by and pleased with his tentativeness. She pulled him to his feet. "Now it's your turn."
After washing his hair, she stepped to his side and soaped his stomach and buttocks. With one hand she stroked his cock and with the middle finger of the other she penetrated his anus. As she stroked him and fingered him, working her index finger in with her middle finger, his hips took up her rhythm writhing in response to her provocation.
She drove her fingers in over and over letting go his cock and grabbing his testicles, fully released by the warm shower, squeezing them firmly until his low moans turned first to whimpers and then to tears. He had stopped trembling. His buttocks continued their submissive response to her fingering even as she squeezed his testicles harder and harder. She withdrew her hand from his anus and, raising one foot onto the outer edge of the shower, pulled down on his balls, pushed him to his knees and drew his face to her cunt.
He began to lick her just as he had in her dreams, slowly and deeply, gradually splitting her open and parting her inner lips, his tongue penetrating her deeply until his lips pressed firmly against hers. He worked his tongue in and out of her cunt with their lips tight together, then drawing the full length of his tongue from deep within her, pressed flat between her inner lips to her clitoris. She was fully aroused. He continued languidly penetrating her slowly and deeply, kissing her lips, and returning to her nub, lingering just a bit longer each time he found her.
"As much as I like it," she told him, "let's move it along."
His full attention now focused on her clitoris, he pushed his tongue hard against it and, with unrelenting pressure, moved it quickly back and forth, increasing his speed and pressure until she heard herself screaming out a violent orgasm and felt herself simultaneously pulling him into her loins and pushing him away from her throbbing clitoris. He remained between her legs until she told him to stand. When he stood before her, she took his erect and dripping cock in her hand and, slowly and deeply, rubbed it just beneath the crown between her thumb and forefinger.