"I'm too old."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, you really shouldn't have said that."

Before I knew it, my skirt, blouse, and panties were mingling with his shirt, trousers, and boxers over a low-hanging branch.

"Take my hand," he offered.

My breasts bounced, and his cock swung as the clock rewound fifty years on our sprint down the dock. By the time we hit the water, I was that shy virgin, and he was that handsome boy vowing to take care of me forever.

Then, we made love, stirring the still waters. Ripples of ecstasy found us again.