Mountain Lake Rendezvous

The air hung thick and heavy with the scent of pine needles and damp earth as we pulled up to the turnoff, the rutted dirt road a testament to its neglect. My wife, Sarah, squeezed my hand, a shared excitement bubbling between us as we prepared for our secluded adventure. Dad had told us about this hidden gem near Cape Town, a small lake nestled deep within a mountain forest, accessible only by a treacherous track. It sounded idyllic, a perfect escape from the demands of daily life. We packed a picnic basket overflowing with delicacies, two folding chairs, blankets, and even my dad’s fishing gear, anticipating a day of blissful solitude.

The drive was an ordeal, each bump and dip of the road jostling us in our aging Jeep. After nearly an hour, pushing through dense undergrowth and clinging to the edge of the cliff, the lake finally revealed itself, an emerald jewel nestled amidst the towering pines. The road curved around more than half the lake, before ascending again, leaving no other visible path to reach its serene shores.

We parked off the road and began our trek, the weight of our belongings pressing down on us as we navigated the uneven terrain. The sandy beaches surrounding the lake were a welcome sight, offering a place to spread our blankets and soak up the sun. But the distance to the opposite side was considerable, requiring us to circumnavigate the entire body of water.

As we made our way around the lake, the heat intensified, and the desire began to simmer within me. Sarah, noticing my growing arousal, playfully teased me, her laughter echoing through the trees. It wasn’t long before I succumbed to the heat, stripping off my clothes and diving into the cool, refreshing water. The shock of the cold quickly brought me back to reality, but the feeling of liberation was undeniable.

Sarah, ever the pragmatic one, began setting up camp, meticulously arranging our belongings and securing our spot for the day. While she worked, I felt a primal heat building within me, a potent cocktail of lust and anticipation. The sun beat down on my skin, and the scent of pine mingled with the salty air, further igniting my senses. It wasn’t long before my thoughts turned to Sarah, her beauty amplified by the golden light. The idea of sharing this moment with her, this feeling of intense intimacy, was intoxicating.

As we swam and splashed in the shallows, my arousal intensified, overwhelming my senses. It was then that I decided to take a risk, a move designed to push the boundaries of our shared pleasure. With a burst of adrenaline, I performed a backward summersault, showcasing my erection in all its glory. When I surfaced, Sarah stared, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of naughty delight. I reassured her that no one frequented this hidden spot, the solitude offering a perfect setting for our desires.

She relaxed, leaning into my arms as we shared a passionate kiss. As the sun continued its descent, I gently stripped her bikini off, tossing it onto the sand. The feeling of her skin against mine was exquisite, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I was so consumed by desire that I lost all inhibitions, yearning to fulfill my every fantasy.

As my arousal reached its peak, Sarah paused, a playful glint in her eyes. “Wait a little longer,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. She knew exactly what I wanted, and her restraint only served to heighten my desire. The next few hours were a blur of pleasure and anticipation, our bodies intertwined, our hearts beating in unison.

After what felt like an eternity, she succumbed, releasing a moan of ecstasy as our bodies moved together. The experience was both intense and overwhelming, a testament to our shared passion. We lay exhausted and breathless, savoring the lingering effects of our shared pleasure.

As we rested, Sarah took my stiff limbs in her hand, gently stroking my muscles. We lay back with our eyes closed, lost in the warmth of the afternoon sun. She then shifted her hand towards her love spot, opening her legs wide in invitation. Looking down, I was astonished to see her vagina swollen to an unprecedented size, a testament to our previous encounter. "Mmmmmmm," she purred, "it must be the sun."

We continued to explore each other's bodies, our movements growing more passionate with each passing moment. The game of waiting, punctuated by intense bursts of pleasure, became a ritual, a way to prolong our shared ecstasy. It had once stretched for hours, lasting over eighty-three times, a record we both held dear.

Suddenly, a loud rumble shattered the tranquility, followed by the unmistakable sound of a four-wheel drive engine approaching. The noise grew louder, closer, until it filled the air. As the Jeep pulled into the clearing, we recognized the distinctive markings of the forest department.

Instinctively, I stripped off my Speedo, pulling it back on in a desperate attempt to conceal my arousal. Sarah, in a moment of panic, dashed into the dense underbrush, squatting down to avoid detection. Two officers emerged from the vehicle, their expressions curious as they surveyed the scene.

I greeted them with a jovial wave, engaging in a somewhat awkward conversation about the lake and the surrounding area. The officers, clearly puzzled by the lack of a companion for the nude woman, questioned me about the situation, inquiring if I had caught any fish or planned to start a fire. After a brief exchange, they concluded that they had to leave, wishing us a safe day before departing in their Jeep.

As the vehicle disappeared down the mountain, Sarah emerged from her hiding place, her body trembling with excitement. Without a word, she leaned back against a tree, spreading her legs wide in invitation. The moment our bodies made contact, she lost all control, releasing a primal scream as she succumbed to her desires. I plunged my penis into her depths, savoring every inch of her pleasure.

Looking into her eyes, I witnessed a level of ecstasy I had never seen before. Her pupils dilated, her breathing labored, her entire being consumed by the sheer intensity of the moment. The experience was transformative, shattering any remaining inhibitions and solidifying our connection on a deeper level.

As we calmed down, I felt an overwhelming urge to clean her, to wipe away the remnants of our passion. But she refused, her voice soft and demanding. "You must massage my love cream into my thighs, my tummy, and my breasts," she instructed, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. "That is surely what Eve asked of Adam in Eden. They didn’t have Oil of Olé.”

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