Weekend Getaway

The lake is cold and refreshing

listen to the birds sing

     What’s the story they tell?

Her disposition is sunny

His jokes were so funny

     Yet she’s in her own private hell

I hear it all unfold

As he speaks, so bold,

     And the wool is pulled from my eyes.

Everything I did for her

(I would do it all for her)

     It was everything she wanted.

From him.

I see it all now

He won’t trust her. How?

This has me feeling haunted.

I want to give her everything

It leaves me wondering

     How far should I go?

Trying to be here as a friend

Wishing her torment could just end

     I long to touch her so.

She’s leaning against the boathouse, weary of his hesitation. I’m across from her, leaning on my car. We’re talking. I just want to kiss her.

My mind wanders. I stand up, give her a hug and gently touch the back of her neck. I pull away from the hug just far enough to look her in the eye and she kisses me, ever so softly.

“He’ll never trust you.” After what he’s told me, I know it to be true. She’s in love with what could be. He’s scared. She’s afraid to let him go because when he’s good, he’s fucking perfect. I’m kissing her again. Holding me against her, she’s kissing back. Our lips part and she whispers “make me feel loved.” She leans to the side and kisses my neck as she starts to rub my cock through my pants.

This is… not wrong. He’s a douch-nozzle who can’t get over his pain from so many years past. My hand is on her ass, squeezing. The swim suit bottom does nothing to protect her. She puts my other hand on her tit, whispering in my ear, “Fuck me,” as her hand drops my pants and she’s rubbing my dick, caressing her own skin with the tip. 

What is this going to ruin?

She turns us around, takes her top off and pulls me over the the car. The open road is right there. She’s right there. Her swimsuit bottom is soaked and she bends over the hood and pulls me up behind her. He’s going to see us.

The excitement is too much. I push inside and within a few moaning thrusts we both cum. It’s only the beginning… She knows I came and as she sighs “no” in disappointment. I playfully bite the back of her neck and plunge myself as far in as possible. It is not gentle. She is not complaining. I grab her left tit, pinching her nipple as I thrust again. “Oh my God, yes,” she breaths. She can’t support her upper body anymore and with trembling arms she lowers her shoulders to the hood of the car. Bent over further, she’s tighter, wetter. Her sweet nectar is running down my leg and I am now aggressively pounding away. She’s cumming again, and trying not to be loud. Her desperate squeaks and squeals of pleasure keep me hard.  We both give in and she pushes me away, turns around, and sitting on the hood pulls me closer, kissing deeply with her tongue my parted lips. I reach up behind her and pull her hair. We have so much pent up energy, things are progressing aggressively when I hear her cabin door close. He’s looking for us. I cum again. She clenches up and bites my chest, as her lust squirts past my shaft. I am soaked. She pulls her bottom up and puts her top back on and I pull my shorts up and open the car door, pulling out my sunblock. I start rubbing it on my scalp as he rounds the corner of my cabin and sees us. I say hi, and he asks if we are about to go swimming. I confirm, and cap the sunblock, tossing it back into the car.  With as she asks him if he’s going to swim with us, I grab him a beer from the porch and take one for myself and start walking to the dock.

I hear the can crack open as he says “sounds fun! I’ll grab my trunks.” He walks away as I turn to watch him head back to their cabin she catches my eye and mouths “thank you.”

I give her a wink and head to the lake, no longer invested in the success of their relationship. I’ll take this as far as I can.

The water is frigid, and I couldn’t care less.