Memories of Summer
 mf


"Leave the dishes for a few minutes, honey," he said from the kitchen door.
He waved a photo envelope at her. "I have something to show you."

"Pictures?" She reached for a towel, drying her hands. "When did you take
pictures?"

He only smiled, crooking his finger at her. Puzzled, she followed him to the
living room, curling up against him. "Okay, wise guy," she said. "Show your
stuff!"

"Ooooh!" He kissed her forehead. "Baby, I'll be happy to show you my stuff.
But I think we should look at our pictures first."

"Brat!" She poked him in the side. "Camping pictures!" she cried when he
opened the envelope. "I forgot about these!"

"Me too. Remember this?" He pointed at the first photo. It showed her
standing in the water, soaking wet, her tee shirt clinging to her body. The
hard outlines of her nipples showed clearly, the thin cotton shorts
suggesting the shape of her pussy. "This is a wallet photo for me."

"Don't you dare!" She glared at him. "I do remember that. You pushed me in
the lake!"

"Well, yeah!" He took the photo, tucking it into his wallet despite her
freezing stare. Laughing, they flipped through the rest of the pictures,
remembering all fun they had that camping trip. "Snuggling in our sleeping
bags," she said.

"Sitting by the fire, talking into the night," he whispered.

"Long hikes in the woods. Afternoons fishing."

"And you," he said, pulling her closer, "going skinny dipping!"

It had been their last day at the lake, a delightful summer day. She didn't
ever want to leave this beautiful place. It was so quiet, so private. With
an impish grin, she'd shed her clothing, slipping beneath the inviting
waters as silently as she could.

The cold water was a shock, her nipples peaking, and she gasped, then forced
herself to swim out a little farther. She could see him out on the dock,
fishing, his back to her. Taking a deep breath, she ducked underwater,
swimming towards him.

"Boo!" she cried, splashing up out of the water in front of him. For a brief
instant, she thought he would fall into the water, he was so startled.
Laughing, she turned and swam away from him, heading for the bobbing raft.

"Oooh! I will get you for that!" he cried. Looking over her shoulder, she
saw him stripping his clothes off. The splash a few minutes later let her
know he was in the water. His longer arms gave him a more powerful stroke,
letting him catch up to her as she reached the raft. "Let me go!" she
shrieked.

"Oh no!" He leaned back against the raft, pulling her back against him. His
legs wrapped around her waist, his hands massaging the hard nipples, rubbing
her breasts, her stomach. "I think we need to get out of this cold water."

Reaching behind her, she wrapped her hand around his soft cock, the warmth
of her hand sending a burst of pleasure through him. "Funny, isn't it, how
the cold affects me one way, and you another," she said.

"You mean how it makes your nipples hard?" His fingers rubbed the hard nubs.
"I never needed cold water to make that happen to you." He began kissing her
neck, his tongue leaving trails of warmth across her shoulders. "Don't you
think we should get out of this cold water?"

She climbed up onto the raft, and he watched, enjoying the view as her naked
body left the water, the way her hard nipples looked so dark against her
skin, the curve of her hips, her soft ass. He could feel his cock growing
hard almost immediately.

The raft bobbed pleasantly on the water, as his hands began to explore her
body once again. Over her breasts, down her stomach. His fingers traced
drops of water as they rolled across her skin, leaving fire in her body
where he touched.

Her hands caressed his chest, his shoulders, her fingers rubbing the water
from his hair. He groaned as she touched his cock again, rubbing the
sensitive head with her fingertips, wrapping her hand around it and stroking
him slowly. Up and down, the way he liked, the way that drove him crazy.

Precum dribbled down the shaft of her cock, slick under her fingers. Up and
down, faster and faster. His breath caught in his throat, his balls
tingling. "You'd better stop," he told her, groaning. "I'm going to cum."

She smiled, leaning over his cock, her mouth open wide, waiting, an inch
from the swollen head. She continued to stroke him, faster and faster,
making him groan. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her,
fascinated by her.

Crying out her name, he came, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open to
watch the cum shoot out of his rock-hard cock up into her waiting mouth. He
could see his jism splash against her tongue, her lips, watching her swallow
quickly. She licked her lips, then licked his cock clean.

"Oh, yes... you skinny dipping." He smiled at the memory. His cock grew hard
instantly, pressing the soft fabric of his jogging pants out. "I think you
have a problem there," she observed.

He lifted her hand, bringing it down on the tent in his pants. "Think I can
get your help with it?"

Without answering, she slid her hand under the waistband, grasping his cock
as she had on the raft. Groaning softly, he leaned his head back, enjoying
the sensation. "Uh, honey?" he said, after a moment. "Would you... would you
do what you did on the raft?"

She smiled softly, then stood, heading towards the bedroom. "Better viewing
in the bedroom." She said, motioning for him to follow. "Turn out the
lights, honey. The kitchen, too. We're going to be far too busy to finish
the dishes tonight."