5
By the time they reached the lake, the sun was high in the sky and bearing down on Arkansas with full intensity. Despite all the rain from the previous day, the mercury had risen toward the one hundred degree mark. That was not unusual, even for as far north as they were, so close to the Missouri border that they could almost see the state line from Cal ’s home.
Cal brought his black truck to a stop by the water’s edge and climbed out. Dressed in sneakers, swimming trunks and a thin button-down shirt, he was ready for the cool relief the lake had to offer. He jaunted around to the other side, opened the passenger door and Silvia slipped from the seat, dressed in similar fashion. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, and she knew this would make her locks even richer than they already were.
Grabbing the blankets from the seat, she closed the door and followed Cal down to the water’s edge. She placed them on the sandy surface of the ground, side by side, as he stood and stared out across the open water. He had expected to see visitors on the lake that day other than Silvia and himself. There were usually boaters, people on jet skis or simply locals swimming about, considering how nice of a day it had turned out to be. Instead, he found they were alone, except for one or two boats far off in the distance.
“A penny for your thoughts,” she offered as she stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his firm torso.
He grabbed one arm and lifted it to his face, where he planted a kiss upon her warm skin. “A penny won’t get you very far these days,” he pointed out. “Inflation, remember? Now a thought costs a buck eighty nine and goes on from there for the really good ones.”
“Okay,” she played along, “what if I don’t have any money? I left my purse back at your place.”
“We can take it out in trade,” he replied as a Cheshire grin grew from the corners of his mouth.
“I like that idea,” she said, squeezing him tightly.
“I’m thinking that there are usually more people out here,” he pointed out, his eyes still sweeping the horizon where sky blue met the water. “I guess it’s just an off day.”
“And…?”
“And that means we pretty much have this area of the lake all to ourselves,” he finished. Using the toe of his shoes, he pried each one from his feet, kicking them aside. She dropped her arms and he quickly removed his shirt, dropping it upon his shoes in a small pile. His skin glistened in the sunlight in a light shade of bronze, the result of spending careful amounts of time in the sun, enough to darken his skin little by little but not enough at a time to put his health in danger. Silvia watched his body with great care as his muscles flexed from simply basic movements as he stepped toward the water. Her eyes focused primarily on his shoulders as well as his ass cheeks, barely visible beneath the cloth of his swimming trunks.
It was only a few steps for him until his toes felt the lapping of the water. It coursed between his toes, immediately refreshing him from the heat of the day. He continued stepping forward and deeper into the water, as it gradually rose above his ankles, his knees, and finally to his waist. He breathed deeply as his body adjusted to the change in temperature, but by that time of the year, the chill of the winter had passed, and it felt quite comfortable to him.
“How’s the water?” she called out to him, reluctant to try for herself without any sort of warning.
He turned back to her and splashed it up onto his chest. “It’s great,” he insisted, wetting his arms and neck. “Not nearly as cold as I had expected. It’s really nice out here. Come on out!”
“I won’t step on any sharp rocks, will I?” she asked. She had cut her feet several years ago while visiting a beach in Florida , and had no intentions of repeating the experience.
“This is a man-made sandbar,” he replied, slowly bobbing up and down with the natural waves. “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
She hesitated briefly, gathering up her courage. But as she watched Cal enjoy himself, she wanted to join him and experience the lake for herself. After all, that was what they were there for- to spend the afternoon swimming. Finally, after she silently talked herself into it, she decided it was time to enter the water. She carefully removed her top and shorts, and Cal made certain to watch her every move.
Her top fell to the ground by his clothes, revealing a tan bikini top, little more than two patches of cloth held together by similarly colored strings. In the old days it was considered a string bikini. Now it was referred to as a micro bikini. One definition was just as god as the other, as it allowed maximum skin exposure, just shy of becoming illegal. Her soft breasts bulged from the sides and bottoms, and her nipples were already hard and firm in anticipation. When she lowered her shorts and kicked them to the pile of clothes, he discovered she was wearing a matching set. A small patch of cloth covered her trimmed patch and soft lips, held in place by a similar string. There was no rear to her bottoms, only a sliver of string that somehow managed not to get lost between her cheeks. It showed off her wonderful globes, ripe for touching, caressing, and sliding his member between when the time was right. He seriously questioned if such an ensemble would be legal to wear at most public beaches, but after a few short seconds of deliberation, he decided he simply did not care. She was not in the public eye, only his, and what he saw was quite fine with him.
Silvia stepped to the water’s edge. It lapped at her toes like the gentle caress of a seasoned lover. She allowed it to lap over the top of her foot, then she slowly made her was forward, feeling it rise up her legs. Goosebumps sprouted all across her delicate, soft skin, and she wrapped her arms about herself as she continued her way into the water.
“You said it was warm, you son of a bitch!” she shouted as loudly as her chattering teeth would allow.
“I said it was great,” he replied with a wide grin as his hands slowly stirred currents on either side of his body. “I never said it was warm!”
She raised her hand from her body, just enough to display a well deserved middle finger, and then grabbed her body tightly once more. Never the less, she continued forward and the water gradually rose past her knees, above her hips, until it lapped at the bottom of her shoulders. Her body soon became accustomed to the temperature, and within moments she began to enjoy the coolness against her skin.
Cal made his way to her, wading as quickly as he could. He couldn’t help but to smile, despite himself.
“You feel better now?” he asked as the water lapped against their bodies.
She took a deep breath and nodded her head. “It’s a lot cooler than the air,” she pointed out.
“That’s because it’s almost one hundred degrees today,” he pointed out. “If it were cooler, the water wouldn’t seem as cold.”
Silvia looked across the water. Cal had chosen a secluded spot, far away from other swimmers. There had been room for only one vehicle, and anyone who might have wanted to park in that specific area would simply have to move along. There were people across the lake, but they were so far away that they looked like tiny blurs in the distance and lacked any form of detail. She couldn’t tell men from women, or even single people from small groups. She and Cal were secluded and had the entire side of the lake to themselves. A smile slowly spread across her face, and in one swift move, she tore the top of her bikini from her body and exposed her firm, delicious breasts to the warm sun.
“I don’t think they allow that here,” he offered cautiously.
“I’ll pay the fine!” she called back over her shoulder with glee. She flung her arm into the air behind her and her top sailed effortlessly through the air, landing on the sand in front of the truck. An instant later, much to Cal ’s surprise, her bottoms also flew through the air and joined the companion piece in a wet bundle of clothes.
“Oh, brother,” he mumbled beneath his breath. As much as he enjoyed sex with this wonderful vixen, he began to wonder if she might not be taking things just a bit too far. But watching her splash the tiny whitecaps with her hands as the water glistened on the tops of her toned, shapely breasts and strikingly beautiful face made him forget all about possible legal consequences. No matter what the price, this was worth it.
She knew his eyes had been upon her. She spun about and smiled, her head tilted slightly downward as she made her way toward him, looking delightfully mischievous. Before he could do or say anything, she wrapped her arms about his neck and drew him tightly against his body. With her head tilted up and slightly to the side, she pressed her lips against his. Her mouth parted slightly and her tongue slid inside of his mouth, mingling, probing, and caressing.
She moaned softly as arousal began to build, increasing sharply as his hands found her heavy breasts. He caressed her sun-warmed flesh with the palm of his hands, causing her flesh to prickle with goose bumps. Almost beyond her own control, she wrapped her arms about his head, sucking on his tongue. His fingers found her hardening nipples and began to squeeze, tugging gently as her arousal increased. He twisted them between his forefingers and thumbs, milking them gently as her moaning increased and her hips began to sway to and fro.
Her breathing increased. Her eyes closed tightly. She began to sigh with delight. Her head tilted back, away from his face and pointed toward the cloudless sky. His mouth slid down her throat, his tongue leading the way. His lips fell upon the soft base of her neck as his hands released her taunt nipples, giving them one last quick squeeze before following the curves of her toned stomach beneath the surface of the water.
As he placed one kiss after another on her slender neck, his hands followed the curvature of her body, across her belly, diving deeper into the water, using her flesh as a point of reference. He continued to follow her body, his fingers softly graving against her, until he found his goal; the soft, curly hairs of her mound.