?Get A Room, You Two!?

At 14, I’d enjoyed a hot whack-off weekend with a couple of friends (see my earlier story of that name) at their family house. Connie was a year older than me and at the time of this story I’d only seen her a couple of times since. Although nothing happened sexually those times, I certainly enjoyed seeing Connie. She’d obviously lost the slight teenage chubbiness she’d had on the earlier occasion and we both had fond memories still of masturbating in front of each other - no embarrassment whatsoever.

I had run into Connie at a bar in downtown Vancouver and it came up that I’d be heading to my family’s lakefront place in the B.C. Interior soon to shut it up for the winter. Connie’s family hadn’t been to the place since we were all little kids and she she pretty flagrantly invited herself to come along with me, making no bones that it would be a perfect opportunity for us to get it on. We initially planned for her to come up with me one mid-week but then she had to work to the end of the week and I had to leave on the original date because of all that needed to be done. The place wasn’t easy to find, so I made sure to give her detailed directions but had an uneasy feeling Connie might get lost. This was long before the era of cellphones and the sizeable lakeside compound had only one phone.

Connie’s boss wound up letting her leave a few hours early and she left straight from work on the six- or seven-hour drive after phoning me to let me know. I made dinner and then went down to the wharf with a few beers and doobies, a book and some porn, as well as a small generator that powered some lights and a heater - the place got a bit cold at night being late autumn. I alternated between reading my book and slowly masturbating to the porn. I got into edging and stopped myself from cumming repeatedly even as I slicked my cock with my copious precum.

After a while I started to get concerned. Connie was a couple of hours late and I hadn’t heard the phone ring at the house. Finally, I saw car lights pull into the place and before I could pull up my jeans and make my way up to check things out, Connie came down the hill to the wharf. She greeted me with a sweet tongue kiss and made some crack about how every time she saw me in private, I had my cock in my hand. We smoked a joint and split a beer and she explained that she’d been held up by a couple of accidents on the highway. “I played with myself while I waited for the road to clear, but I didn’t make myself cum,” she said. “I’m probably as hot as you are.”

There was a boat tied alongside the wharf (actually the same one a cousin and I had seen a babysitter mess around in with a guy she’d met at a dance while the two of us jacked off watching from some nearby bushes -see my story “Watching the Watcher”). Connie and I got into the front seat, got our clothes off, and soon had our tongues down each other’s throats and our hands caressing our bodies. I kind of got lost in her big-nippled C-cups and eagerly sucked on them before getting my fingers to work in her plentiful pubic bush. Her vehicular masturbation session had obviously been an effective one - Connie was sopping wet!

She asked me to stand up, facing out of the boat towards the lake and nearby shoreline. She stood behind me, pressing her cuntbush into the backs of my thighs and her boobs into my back. She then reached around to grab my cock, jacking it oh-so-gently getting my precum going again. Connie kind of leaned around the side of me and watched my penis closely in the full moonlight. She never varied her stroke a bit, and slowly but relentlessly worked my increasingly desperate meat. I couldn’t hold out anymore and came for her.

I ejaculated a huge load, blasting rope after rope of hot, white cum into the lake, moaning as pleasure coursed through my cock and balls. Connie grabbed her panties and wiped my dick and her hand clean. She asked me to sit down on the boat seat and then lay sideways across my lap. I cupped her puffy, wet pussy in my hand and then started stroking her hard little clit as I sucked her breasts some more. It didn’t take long for her to cum, pretty much screaming as she spasmed against my probing hand.

Then some asshole from a couple of properties down yelled out “Get a room, you two,” as his wife/girlfriend giggled away. If they thought that session was noisy, they were in for a surprise. While finishing up the winter close-up. Connie and I took frequent breaks over the rest of the weekend to loudly pound each other’s genitalia into submission.