The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 17
The 4th of July in McKenzie
Good morning, city boy!
So many stories begin that way because more and more each day began that way, at least if I was staying over at Lisa's. She was hovering over my face with a huge smile and as always, her hair fell all around my face, gently tickling me. It was so hot!
Stay quiet, she said. Dad's in the kitchen but I think he's just about to leave.
Kris fixed breakfast for the rest of the family and for everyone on weekends, but during the summer when Jeff went into the feed and seed so early, he would toast himself some Eggos or something. We heard him moving around, then rinse off his dishes and finally go out into the garage and leave in his truck. It was early! It was about four thirty-five. Kris's note said she'd be ready to go swimming at five o'clock. We figured no one would be the wiser if we headed up to the kitchen and were sitting there when she and Connie showed up.
We made our way up the steps, confident of our plan and opened the door to hear: Good morning, you two!
Kris was sitting in her usual spot at the table waiting for us with a Gotcha! grin on her face. She absolutely didn't look upset, more like amused that she'd caught us red handed. Oh, being together was allowed, but spending all night together was supposedly not discreet.
Another reason I didn't think she was really mad was that she was sitting there wearing what she probably wore to bed and would wear for our little private swim party, a matched red bra and panty set. It actually looked really sexy and I wondered if she and Jeff had been busy too. Sure Lisa and I had been tired when we first got back. However, after a little sleep, I was awakened by Lisa happily slurping on a nighttime erection and after finding out I was awake, swinging around to let me return the favor for a little 69 action.
To tell the truth, I was beginning to feel like I could use a little relief right at that moment. If Kris was in her underwear in the evening or morning, it was usually out of convenience because that was what she wore to bed. This however, looked selected to me, like she meant for us to see her in it.
Uh, mom? Lisa stammered.
Didn't think I'd be up so early? she asked. Sometimes your dad wants to have a little fun before he leaves! She winked and I really started turning red.
Don't pass out, Jim, she quipped. I'm just teasing. We saw you weren't in your room, Lisa, and it wasn't hard to guess where you really were.
It's O.K, she assured us. I was young once and your dad and I couldn't keep our hands off each other either.
Lisa giggled in spite of herself. She was right. Her mother was definitely unique.
Now is that so hard to believe? she asked with a playful twist of her head. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was flirting.
Anyway, she continued, go ahead and have fun. God knows I'd rather you'd be doing it here where it's safe than out parked somewhere!
Now it was my turn to nervously laugh. We had been parked just the evening before. However we had taken turns watching the car and even had police protection for a while.
Just remember to be discreet, she reminded us. Don't make anything obvious in front of your brothers and try not to be that obvious in front of your dad. He knows. He'd just rather not think about what you're doing to his little girl!
What about Connie? Lisa asked.
Connie? She and Bret go at it like rabbits as much as you do! Of course she knows!
I couldn't take it anymore. I doubled over laughing and had to lean on the table. My girlfriend's mom just told us to fuck all we wanted.
Jim! Lisa shouted. Kris just looked at me with a big grin on her face. Now I knew where Connie got that urge to get under my skin.
I'm not like other mothers of girls you dated, am I? she asked.
No, definitely not, I replied. In fact, you seem a little different than when we first met.
That's how I am most of the time, she explained, talking to a somewhat confused Lisa as much as to me. However, the more I look at you, the more I see my Jeff. Lisa needs a guy like her dad. That's why I'm rooting for you two to make it through this separation coming up.
That certainly wasn't going to be easy. In about eleven months, it would really be long distance since I wouldn't be around here even when she came home without making a long trip. I was tempted to stay in Tennessee after I left the army and if Lisa wasn't going out of state to school, I probably would have.
We heard Connie coming down the steps and that ended the subject. She stepped into the kitchen and said, Good morning! and that was that. She winked and blew a kiss in my direction. That was about as friendly as she got for a while after I turned the tables on her that night. However it wouldn't last long. She was the only one not fancy for our little swim party. Lisa wore the same proper bra and bikini panties that she'd wore the morning before that we found her mom had washed. I was wearing short legged black fashion boxer briefs with teal trim. However, Connie wore a simple light blue cotton bra and battleship gray bikini panties. Of the three of them, hers looked the most comfortable to sleep in. Then again I know Lisa didn't sleep in what she had on and I had my doubts about Kris. But that was none of my business.
Connie looked Kris's swimsuit up and down and exclaimed, Jeez, Mom! You tryin' to steal him away from Lisa or something?
I'm afraid it would take more than this, Kris replied, winking at both Lisa and me. Come on outside. The pond is calling.
There really wasn't anything special about swimming that morning, other than how we were dressed and the fact that Kris Rueter looked pretty spectacular in that wet underwear. Well Lisa did say it was O.K. to appreciate it. I just mentioned it because that conversation in the kitchen was just, wellodd. According to Lisa, I was privy to more of their intimate family knowledge than any other outsider had ever been, not even Bret. Kris had to really like me and think I was the perfect match for Lisa regardless of how difficult our immediate future seemed. It gave me hope at least.
On the other hand, there is the old joke where you ask me why I'm telling you about swimming every morning with my hot girlfriend, her hot sister and their hot mother all in their underwear and I say, I'm telling everybody!
Anyway, this story is supposed to be about the 4th of July and we're still on the 3rd. Lisa and Connie both worked that day at the water slide and Uncle Roy let me hang out there all day. He didn't care as long as I didn't disturb Lisatoo much. Oh, I had to kidnap her and go down the slide with her a couple of times. I just had to make sure someone was going to take care of her position while she was gone. Not much happened there either, no more than what I have already covered about the place. Lisa and Connie both wore tube tops and cut offs, so we didn't break ground there. Bret met us at the house in the evening after his farm chores were done and we played in the pond until well after dark. Well, we started out playing and swimming. The late nights caught up with Lisa and me. We floated out on my inflatable raft and fell asleep until Bret and Connie swam out and tipped us over.
I owe you for that one, I said to Connie.
I look forward to you trying to collect! she shot back with a wink. I was fortunate that Bret knew how close and affectionate that family was or else he might have gotten jealous at that remark.
Knowing that Kris knew Lisa was snuggled up with me in bed that night, didn't care and on some level even seemed to approve, took a little of the excitement out of it. Not that I still didn't think I was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet, mind you. It also didn't take away from violating her several different ways either!
Independence Day was a big deal in McKenzie just like it is in most cities and towns across Middle America. They had a parade and a carnival in town and Jeff and Kris always threw a big barbecue for all the family and friends. That included all of Lisa and Connie's friends and of course a certain soldier from Ft. Campbell. I'm just sorry that this was the only one I got to experience. If only I'd met Lisa earlier that prior summer.
Lisa and I slept in a little, knowing that Kris had reserved her morning swim time with Jeff on the holiday. We made sure we were upstairs for breakfast before she called the boys down though so we wouldn't be spotted coming out of the basement together. Kris was busy making bacon and eggs in the kitchen and greeted us.
There's my favorite couple, she said.
Morning, Mom, Lisa and I said together. Lisa shot me a grin at calling Kris, Mom. Like I said before, I never even called my own mother-in-law that. It shows how at home I felt in the Rueter house.
Jeff entered the kitchen. Good morning. Hope you slept well.
Yeah, we both noticed how he punched slept. Then Connie and the boys showed up and that brought an end to any more double entendre speaking. Yeah, and for the record, we were all having bacon and eggs in our underwear.
Bret showed up for the four of us to go to the carnival and parade together. Lisa wore cobalt blue cotton running shorts, her leather flip-flops that survived the Opryland Monsoon, and a pink top that was a cross between a camisole, a halter and a crop top. It had cups and sort of resembled this only not as risqu
Connie wore pink cuffed walking shorts, rubber flip-flops and a red halter top. Hers was a true halter with only a tied strap going around the back of her neck. They both wore their hair pulled back into ponytails because it was predicted to be close to one hundred degrees by the afternoon. I wore a pair of light blue walking shorts that were a lot shorter than anything else I had, a red printed tank top and my canvas oxfords that were a little less for wear after Opryland. Bret wore shorts for a change, although they were Levi's denim shorts that went nearly to his knee, a plain white t-shirt and his Converse high tops with crew socks.
Lisa handed me the keys to the Mercury. Usually that meant she thought we'd end up all wet by the end of the date, or we needed the big back end for something, but I figured that day it was because the big wagon had A/C and my Impala didn't.
We went to the carnival first. It was oppressively hot even before noon. Lisa, Connie and I were not the only ones I saw wearing as little as possible. A lot of girls were in bandeau tops only covering their boobs and a few were wearing bikini tops with nothing else over shorts.
Going on rides cooled us off a little if they were outside like the beetle roller coaster or the Flying Bobs (which I can't even get near anymore). We went in one of those midway ride-through haunted houses and it was awful inside, mostly dark and hot. There was a pair of giant hands at boob height you passed through near the end. They were out of luck though because I already had my hands all over Lisa's boobs through most of the ride.
Think there's a dunk tank we could volunteer for around here anywhere? I said half-joking when we got off the hot haunted house ride.
Connie took me seriously and said, Let's go see! and took off with Bret in tow. Well it was my suggestion, so Lisa and I followed.
We found one, but it was run by the midway people. Some scary looking carnie in bad clown makeup and black jeans and t-shirt was sitting on it under a sign that said, Soak the Bloke. We figured they wouldn't be interested in volunteers. If I was going to let people dunk me, I'd rather it be for charity anyway. I also had my concerns about the water!
Our clothes were sticking to us and we were pretty miserable by the time we found our spots for the parade. It ended at the park where the carnival was so we just sat down in the grass along the drive where it would enter. It was the usual small town fare, the high school and middle school marching bands, floats sponsored by local businesses, including Rueter's Ace Hardware and different Shriner horse patrols and miniature car clubs.
It was very similar to what I'd grown up around. Lisa loved teasing me about being a city boy, and I loved letting her, but I had actually spent a lot of time in the small town where my mother grew up, including being around horses a lot at my uncle's place and learning to drive a 3-on-the-tree in his old truck. It also included spending many an Independence Day there with a parade and carnival that were eerily similar to McKenzie's. If my uncle had only had a pond with a diving board, I might have learned to flip without having to let two girls teach me, (Not that that wasn't fun!).
Anyway, the parade ended with police cars and fire trucks blowing sirens and displaying many American flags. They all pulled into the park and we saw both the fire pumper and a snorkel truck pull off onto a basketball court and park next to each other. When we saw them starting to connect the pumper to a hydrant and hoses from the other side to the snorkel, we started to get excited.
Maybe we can get cooled off yet! Lisa said.
Of course we could have cooled off any time we wanted. Lisa and Connie could have gotten all of us into the water slide for free. Also there was always the reservoir which was good for a dip even if you didn't want to ruin what you were wearing on the dam. For that matter, the park had a public pool that at least Connie, Lisa and I could have probably got by with what we had on. They might have balked at Bret's denim shorts.
We walked toward were the fire trucks were setting up. They were raising the cherry picker with two firefighters in it.
What's going on? Connie asked.
Oh, we're setting up to take pictures of the crowd, a fireman checking gauges on the pumper said.
Pictures Ri-i-i-i-ight! Lisa snickered about the same time I did. Funny, she said to him, it looked like you were getting ready to hose down the crowd.
Now, would we do something like that? the fireman asked back, chuckling.
We're ready, a voice came from a walkie-talkie next to him.
Ten-four, he replied. Then he turned to us and said, You want to be the first to get your pictures taken? They'll be in the newspaper!
We all gave him a Sure it will, grin back, but it was Connie who went ahead and took the bait. Yeah, go ahead and take our picture!
Great, now just stand over here.
He directed us to a spot that just happened to be right in front of where the water cannon on the front of the cherry picker was pointed. However one of the firefighters in the basket actually had a camera.
He had us stand and look up at the basket in a line with our arms around each other, Bret, Connie, Lisa and then me.
Say 'cheese' on three! he said, backing away. People were starting to crowd around and watch. I bet some of them actually thought we believed they were just taking our picture. The one with the camera counted to threeand they opened up on us with the hose.
I'm not sure if they expected us to run or anything, but we just stood there with stupid grins on our faces, listening to the shrieks and laughter from the crowd. We couldn't tell if they were taking our pictures or not at the time. However once we were thoroughly drenched and thoroughly cooled off, they started spraying into the crowd. A lot of people screamed and ran, but a lot must have been hot and miserable like us because they just stepped into it. The firefighter who originally asked us if we wanted to be in the paper took us aside and got our names and they really did print our picture. I have a clipping of it that I laminated somewhere. I'd find it and post it, but it lists our real names. It's also in grainy black and white and doesn't do justice to how Lisa and Connie's outfits looked soaking wet.
Page six and the girls are finally all wet. Lisa's cotton shorts turned from cobalt to a shiny Navy and her top went from pink to a deep fuchsia. Knowing it was going to be hot and sweaty, she had worn better makeup and not a lot of it, but the powerful fire hose caused mascara to run down her cheeks. Her light brown hair was wet and shiny, just the way I liked it.
Connie's halter top turned a deep carmine red and her shorts were now hot pink. The fire department showered the basketball court for over an hour and we stayed the entire time. It was the coolest place in the park next to the actual swimming pool.
It had been so hot and humid that I was radiating heat out of my head. I had really wanted to sit up next to Lisa with my arm around her to watch the parade, but it was just too miserable. Now however, under the cool, drenching spray of the fire hose, she was held tight against me and we were defining the term public display of affection. But if anyone had any doubts based on our demonstration, they need only look to our partners in crime, Connie and Bret, who were producing their own documentary on the subject.
You're so handsome when you're all wet! my Lisa said, pulling out of our kiss and wrapping me in a hug. She was sweet to say that. While told I was cute by more than one female, compared to Lisa, I was definitely on the short end of the stick in the looks department. Rueter ladies were all drop-dead gorgeous, including the matriarch, wet, dry or even muddy. How was I sure about the matriarch and mud? Keep reading.
I wish this could last forever, Lisa whispered, echoing what she had said to me in the rain at the lake in Nashville. I never thought I would ever meet someone who was as much of a fish as I was, but Lisa and I were two of a kind. All wet seemed to be our natural state.
The crowd around the fire trucks had gotten pretty large by the time they stopped hosing us down. There had to be at least seventy or eighty people running under the shower they provided. We all let out a collective Aw! when the water eventually stopped flowing.
Should we go back to the carnival? Bret asked. There wasn't really anything we wanted to do that we hadn't done. Going on rides would have been cooler, but who knows how the carnies would have reacted to soaked money? (Luckily I was using summer wallet and didn't ruin anything.)
Nah, Connie replied, let's just go home and go swimming!
Some of the family had already arrived by the time we got back. Lisa's brothers and some of their cousins were already swimming, in their clothes of course, and taking breaks to set off fire crackers and bottle rockets. The bigger, flashier fireworks would wait until after dark.
Kris was in her usual form and acting like she usually did if it wasn't just her, Connie, Lisa and me. She was dressed for the heat in a green halter top and cut off shorts. Now, if you think a woman of forty-one can't rock that look, (Yes, she wasn't shy about her age.), then you never met Kris Rueter when she was forty-one. But that wasn't the point. Back to In her usual form
Can't you kids go out and do anything without ended up in the water? she scolded us, but winked so only Lisa and I could see.
But it was so hot! Connie replied.
Well you may as well swim then, Kris urged. Your brothers and cousins couldn't wait until after we ate either.
My sweet goofball and I kicked off our shoes and held hands to jump off the dock together. I felt so at home playing around in that pond with my Lisa. Over time, that house in McKenzie, TN had begun to feel more like home than my real home.
Lori arrived, dressed much like the day I met her in a blue French cut crop top and acid green nylon running shorts. Bret and I immediately grabbed her and swung her off the dock into the water. She gave us no resistance. Everyone knew if you came to the Rueter's in the summer, you went in the pond.
Jeff's younger brother chased his wife down and threw her in wearing white shorts and a Navy blue sleeveless top. Jeff pushed him in and that started the free-for-all that culminated with Jeff carrying Kris over his shoulder off the dock. Unfortunately their swim time was cut short by having to watch the grill. We ate under a giant party tent they had rented.
It had gotten hazier and cloudier all afternoon and suddenly the skies just opened up and poured like they did at Opryland. The only difference was that this was just rain, no wind or lightning, so we just kept our party going under the tent until Lisa, Connie and Lori decided it was time to swim in the rain. Bret and I naturally went along with them. Then the younger kids started jumping in again, then adults and soon even more people were in the pond than before. The wet outnumbered the dry by at least three-to-one and the dry's numbers were decreasing steadily since you had two choices: Get wet or hide under the tent.
Then Bobby and Mike and a boy and girl cousin about their ages discovered something on the far side of the pond. The deluge had filled a low lying area of grassy ground with about six inches of water at its deepest point. Water was pouring out of the woods, collecting there and then overflowing it to make its way into the pond.
The first thing we noticed was that the three boys and one girl were in the deepest point, kick splashing each other. Then the girl let the boys pull her through the water on her butt by her feet. It only took a minute before all four of them were getting running starts and sliding through in on their stomachs.
It was at that point that their mother, Kris's sister Tonya, noticed them. Davie! Sharon! You and your cousins stop that. You'll ruin your clothes and you'll ruin the grass!
They didn't pay any attention to her. Kids have a way of blocking out negative when they're having fun.
Oh, don't worry about the grass, Kris chided her, and kids ruinin' clothes just comes with the territory around here. Besides, look what you're swimmin' in!
Tonya had married a Steve from Jackson and they had settled there. It was a larger city to the southwest and had a more city feel to it. Running around in cut offs and halter tops wasn't something the ladies did there all the time, at least not those raising families. Tonya was wearing a tan golf skirt that went below the knee and a sleeveless V-neck top with blue and yellow horizontal stripes and blue trimand apparently a blue or green bra if what we could see through the yellow stripes was the truth.
I'm only swimming because you and Roy threw me in! Tonya replied. I could see the smile behind the indignant face she was making and heard her voice cracking. She was having fun in spite of herself, probably connecting with her redneck roots. Why else would she come to a get together way out here when there were probably so many other holiday events in Jackson?
Steve had heard her and dunked under to swim up next to her. He had shed his shirt and was swimming in plaid Madras shorts. If they hadn't, I would have, he said. She dropped the indignant act to turn and give her husband a kiss. If she doesn't care about the grass, let the kids play. It's just grass stain and mud. It's good for kids to get messy once in a while.
I guess it's not like they have to ride home like that, Tonya relented. Jackson wasn't far, but since everyone planned to stay late and set off fireworks, Jeff and Kris were letting them stay in the camper.
Remember mud sliding at the dam? I said to Lisa as we stood in the pond and watched them. We were in water up to our stomachs. She looked down at her wet top.
I really liked this outfit too, she pined.
I just asked if you remembered it, I said. We don't have to
Oh yes we do! Connie interrupted and headed toward the bank.
We joined the kids sliding through the puddle and within five minutes we had turned the water brown and were working on giving our clothes a nice brownish tint. Thanks to the rain and the water pouring out of the woods we never got it worked into a soup, but it was still mud sliding nonetheless. Sometimes Lisa and I would go side-by-side and then Connie and Bret would and sometimes Lisa, Connie and Lori would slide down three abreast. Kris even dragged Tonya out of the pond to give it a try. Jeff joined in, but Steve only watched though. There were a few other couples there like that too where the wife/girlfriend just went for it and her counterpart just watched. Not all of them, but enough to make me wonder why some guys are like that. You only live once. Don't stand and watch other people having fun. I guarantee you'll regret it.
We would slide until we couldn't stand the grass down our clothes anymore and then jump in the pond to rinse it out. Then we were right back in the mud slide again. It was just the best day ever to risk sounding clich. By the time Jeff and Roy were ready to start the fireworks, my Lisa was a muddied vison of loveliness. Her hair was plastered down with the muddy water and her top that was once pink was now sort of pink, but mostly brown. We sat dangling our feet off the dock with Connie, Lori and Bret, sometimes shoving each other off while Lisa and Connie's dad and uncle lit up the night sky.
People started leaving after the fireworks were done. Still muddied and soaked to the skin, Kris made sure Steve and Tonya and their kids were set up in the camper. Lisa and I were in the kitchen, making sure that the coast was clear for the two of us to sneak down to the guest room for a shower and whatever. Connie, who was still wet and muddy like us, came in from saying goodnight to Bret.
Wish I could keep my boyfriend around and share the shower with him, she said, sashaying across the kitchen toward me and puckering up. Apparently the lesson I'd taught her had worn off. I looked at Lisa who gave me a Go for it, wink.
Well Connie, I said and swept her over just like I did that other night, you could always come down and share with us!
I planted a wet kiss on her lips and dropped her on her bottom like the first time.
Crap! He's not serious, is he? she asked, looking at Lisa.
Lisa cracked up and so did I and eventually so did Connie. Connie shook her head and got up and gave me another hug goodnight and started to leave the kitchen. She stopped at the door and rubbed her bottom with her lip pouted out again. That was quickly becoming our shtick.
Lisa and I headed to the basement before anyone else saw us, at least anyone who wasn't in on it, and walked straight into the shower.
So much for these clothes, Lisa said as brown water poured from both of us.
It was worth it though, right? I said.
Anything I get to do with you is worth it, my sweet city boy.
Lisa let me wash her hair. She really enjoyed when I did it. The I pulled the top over her head and exposed those nearly perfect tits I loved to fondle. She giggled and lifted my tank top over my head and then didn't wait for me to respond before undoing the button and zipper on my shorts. They were a little on the tight side so Lisa went down to her knees to work them down my legs. She gave the bulge in my boxer briefs a kiss before standing back up to face me.
Want to go for it here? she purred. I grinned and winked for my response and then drew her shorts down the same way, ending up on my knees.
I went for her red bikini panties while I was down there. She gave me an Ooooo! face with her hand by her mouth, mocking surprise. When I didn't come back to my feet right away, she knew what to do and spread her legs apart so I could sample her sweet, wet pussyand it wasn't wet because of the shower either.
Take me all the way, city boy! she moaned. She braced herself against the shower walls with both hands and started to gyrate. I held my tongue out and pressed it against her and let her do the work for a little bit. Then I saw how pronounced her clit was. I sucked it into my mouth and sucked on it and played with it with my tongue.
OHYES! she cried, a little too loudly. Lucky for us the shower drowned her out. I started tongue fucking her and she helped a little by caressing her clit herself. She didn't squirt me in the face when she came, but she did give my tongue a good rinsing with her juices.
I stood up and she melted into me with the most satisfied expression on her face that you ever saw. I pulled her into a kiss and she shoved her tongue right through my glazed lips. The shower had rinsed some off, but not all. She didn't care.
My turn? I asked with a flip of my eyebrows. Lisa snickered and went right down to her knees. She pulled my underwear all the way down and stroked my erect cock a few times before she gave the head a kiss and slipped her mouth over it. She kept her eyes locked onto mine while she bobbed on it and did that little twisty trick with her hand. Did that ever feel great! She masturbated herself with her other hand. She was an unbelievable vision: Wet, naked and my cock in her mouth.
Her jaw must have gotten tired. She backed off, still maintaining eye contact and jacked me with a big smile on her face.
Oh Miss? I began. May I fuck you now?
She cocked her head and looked at me sideways with that surprised expression a girl will often tease a lover with. My! What a gentleman! she replied. Why it would be a pleasure to let you fuck me!
She giggled as she got up. That sort of playfulness always tickled her. She turned around and bent over and braced herself against the shower wall. I came at her from behind and entered her pussy. I thrust away at her and she moved one hand down to stroke herself while I enjoyed her. Then I felt her clamping up and going into another orgasm.
I plunged in as deep as I could and stopped to reach my head around and kiss her. Wow! Two times and you still outlasted me, she gasped between catching her breath. That deserves a reward.
She slid herself off me and went back to her knees facing me. Face fuck me, city boy! Show me who's boss!
If you have ever wondered why I was so in love with her, it was because she was a goofball who wasn't afraid of people laughing at her, she was my best friend, she was my confidant and she was an absolute slut who wasn't afraid of anything! I slid my cock into her waiting mouth and thrust into her about half way. That just wasn't going to do for Lisa tonight. She wanted to show me how much she loved me. She took both my hands and placed them behind her head. She wanted me to shove her head into me when I plunged into her and yank it back when I pulled back. I'd push it deeper, little by little, until she was taking it all and her lips were pressing against my pelvis with each thrust.
I was totally enjoying myself, but Lisa was having a hard time. I saw tears beginning to form. mmmm, MMM! mmmm, MMM! she was grunting with each thrust. I was pretty sure she knew she could quit any time she wanted. She stayed right with it though! I tried letting up a couple of times and she wouldn't have it. If I stopped shoving her all the way up to me, she would just do it herself, so I just relaxed. Despite her difficulties, she wanted to be my fuck toy rag doll and nothing I did was going to stop her.
I could tell a big load was on its way. We'd been playing in water all day and later the mud and that always got me going. I think Lisa was a wammer too, even though neither one of us knew the term then. She got bothered seeing me wet and muddy as much as I did her. She was spent by this point. She was drooling spit and throat slime but she wouldn't give up. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to let go in her mouth. Lisa deserved some kind of a break for her dedication.
I kept it in until the very last moment. Then I pulled out and held her head in place with one hand. Lisa knew what was coming and just smiled up at me with the most submissive gaze I've ever seen. I jacked myself with my other hand and just shot my load all over her face and hair. Then she opened her mouth and caught some on her tongue. She licked the drippings from around her lips and my cock and swallowed. Damn! What a show!
Mmmm, you are the boss, you horny bastard! she teased.
Well, she was unafraid. I ought to be too. I pulled her up and kissed her before she had a chance to rinse her face off. Yes, I did (and you know what I mean) and considering who I was with, I'd do it again. We trusted each other completely. (Remember what we did at the motel?)
We eventually did get each other's leavings rinsed off and made our way to bed. I felt something under the pillow when we snuggled up together. What's this? I asked.
What's what? Lisa asked back and I pulled out the lump I was lying on.
It was a bronze bra and a pair of gray bikini briefs. Did you hide those there to have something to wear in the morning?
Nope! Lisa replied. I was going to bring something down here, but I forgot. Mom must have left them!
Remind me to thank her, I said. I had so many things to thank her for.
My leave continues in Chapter 18.