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One Fine Day At Clear Lake

(Probably pretty tame compared to
 some of what's out here (mf, al
fresco), but it's a true story, mostly...)
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Driving down from the Northern Coast of California where Rico and
I had just spent a night camping and the night before at a lovely
B&B, I was feeling incredibly horny.  The night at the B&B had been
pretty steamy, but for some reason last night after pitching our
tent, making a fire, and cooking some soup, Rico didn't seem
interested in any more physical activity.  Maybe it was housewife
headache syndrome, as he had done most of the work involved with
our stay.  When I tried to initiate, he muttered something about my
not being subtle enough. Subtle? -- I thought -- Why does a woman
need to be subtle?  After all, men rarely are.  At least not when
they want to make love to me, they're not.   And I was piping hot
for him.  He had a way of keeping me on fire when I was with him,
no matter how many times he satisfied me.

After driving for a few hours we approached Wine Country.  As we
wound up over the ridge in his Pathfinder, and began our descent,
the lake emerged from the hills and we were treated to a quite
spectacular vista, with the cobalt blue lake surrounded by golden
hills covered with grapes.  As we got closer to the lake, we drove
past some pear trees and Rico asked me if I'd ever done it under a
pear tree, or something to that effect.  I was thrilled that he was
at least thinking about sex, and I replied that I'd love to try it
with him.  Daydreaming about it made me even hotter, and I grabbed
his hand from the gearstick and pulled it down through the crotch
of my shorts to make him feel how wet I was.  I felt his finger
slide into me for a brief moment and instantly got about 10 degrees
hotter.  I needed him so much at that moment.  I needed *it* more
than I could have expressed.  But, I didn't want to appear less
than subtle.  I was in agony.

When we got the the state park, Rico immediately went for the
water.  It was very hot near the lake, even though as soon as we
later wound back up and over the ridge it was much cooler.  A
visitor from the Massachusetts, I was just learning about the
microclimates on the CA coast.  I took a look at the water, which
despite its name was not very clear at all, and decided that
swimming could wait.  Rico, being somewhat more tolerant of nature,
came out of the water looking refreshed and we just relaxed at the
waters edge for a while.  The beach was rather crowded, and I
remember feeling self-conscious because my shorts were quite short
but loose, and leaning back in the sand I was reasonably confident
that I was providing everyone in the water with a free peep at my
core.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rico suggested we go for a
walk.  I hoped he was still thinking about making love under a pear
tree, or better still -- somewhere nearby.  We walked through the
woods, roughly following a trail, until we came to a sand bar on
the edge of a stream flowing in off the lake.  A row of trees
sheltered us from the folks on the beach behind us, but it was a
rather thin row of trees, and we could see people on the beach,
maybe 50 feet away.

We set a towel down and Rico took off his shirt and shorts, which
was all he had had on.  I stared in disbelief for a minute, and
then ascertaining that I wasn't just daydreaming again, I removed
my bra and shorts and sat down next to him on the towel, clad in
only a large t-shirt.  We sat there soaking up the sun, and I
couldn't help but reach for his generous cock, which was getting
more generous by the second.  It felt sooo good to
be stroking him like that.  Even though it had only been about 36
hours since I had last touched him there, it seemed like an
eternity.  And being outside in the open, in the sun like that was
such an incredible turn-on.  It reminded me of a few other times I
had been with Rico at the beach and wished for a scenario like this
one.  We were looking around nervously much of the time, our
excitement growing as his cock swelled in my stroking hands.  I
needed to have him inside of me more than anything, and he warned
me that he might notlast very long.  Just as I was about to crawl
on top of him, we heard a boat approaching.  He grabbed his t-shirt
and covered his erection, but stayed in his natural state
otherwise.  I just pulled my t-shirt over my thighs, concealing my
soaking wet pussy.

After a few minutes, the boat (which I believe was manned by a
middle-aged man and younger teenaged boy) slowly turned around and
headed back toward the lake.

I quickly removed Rico's t-shirt from his crotch and began stroking
him again, feeling him grow hard and huge in my hand.  Then with
Rico sitting Indian-style (<--hope that's not politically
incorrect)
with his legs crossed, I mounted him, sitting down on his lap
facing him.  I guided his swollen cock to where I needed it to be,
and I can't really recall a sweeter feeling than finally having him
inside of me at that moment.  It was like being a teenager, in a
car somewhere dark, with the anticipation of a first time with
someone new and irresistable, pressing the limits of how far you
can go without losing control, and then mercifully, losing control!

I pulled my shirt up and over my firm, high breasts to expose them
to Rico, hoping the sheer bralessness and bareness of them in such
a public place would drive him wild, and he took my left tit into
his mouth, and sucked on it while his hand dove down to my hard,
wet clit and rubbed me slowly.  I was in heaven.  He did this while
we rocked back and forth with his fully-pumped cock inside of me,
making me feel absolutely exquisite between my legs and everywhere
else.  We rocked back and forth, nervously twitching and looking
around every few seconds.  I thought of the boat, just a few feet
away around the bend, coming back upstream to where we were, and of
the man and boy seeing us and taking one or two seconds to figure
out that Rico's hard cock was moving in and out of me and his
tongue
was exploring my breasts, and then I thought of them feeling a
swelling at their own crotches at the sight of us.  Then I wondered
what Rico was thinking about.

He came first with intense spasms, shooting all over me and our
towel.  I reached out to hold his throbbing cock, feeling a little
guilty that I'd caused him to slip out of me.  He assured me that
the feeling was as intense as ever, even in my hand.  I held him
for a few minutes, coaxing the last few drops from him, while his
breathing returned to normal, and then he went back to sucking on
my tits while we both stroked me.  Within minutes any semblance of
control I'd possessed was lost, and it was my turn, at last feeling
that release I had been dreaming about for the whole journey down
the coast, and the entire night before.  As the powerful orgasm
pumped through me, I held Rico and despite everyone around us, for
a few blessed moments it was like we were the only two people in
the world.

We got dressed and made our way back on the trail to the parking
area.  We both smiled with quiet amazement at what we'd done for
much of the ride back to Rico's.  And talking about it still brings
wicked smiles to our faces.  And he tells me he fantasizes about it
often.

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