Up at the lake with Mae – part. 7 [MF]

([part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uts68q/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_1_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uu0xz5/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_2_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uu79lk/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_3_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uutsiu/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_4_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uv7950/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_5_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uw8b03/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_6_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3))

*How… when did you do that? Why?*

Sure I wasn’t upset, or annoyed. I was genuinely amazed by her initiative.

*Right before coming to you in the shower to be honest.*

So I’d thought I was playing with Mae. Turns out I was being played. It was celar to me that she had a plan.

*I did’t have a plan really. I just… I’m…*

Mae blushed, started stuttering. Perhaps she did have a plan, but was too shy to reveal it? It seemed to me that a part of her brain was struggling to process her actions. Sure I was. Then she dropped the bomb.

*I’m leaving.*

*What?*

*Yeah. The company is about to open a new hotel in Valencia and you know, I’m a manager now. Young. No family, no kids. I was asked to help, I was asked to move. I said yes.*

*Holy shit.*

*Yeah. New life, apparently.*

*When?*

… *end of next week?*

*Fuck! O-ok, I guess.*

*Haven’t told a soul yet. About today… Look, I wanted a good memory of you. I wanted to have some time with you.*

*You mean you wanted, you want to.. to fu..*

*Oh no. No. That was not the plan.*

A mental note: ‘*was’*?

*Earlier, on the dock, y’know. That’d never happened to me. I’ve never been the object of such curiosity. From you then, it was totally unexpected. Caught me off guard. And I wanted to play along. I wanted to seize the moment.*

*Well, YOU caught me off guard today Mae!*

*You mad at me?*

*Not at all! I’m fine. I’m intrigued. You already had my attention, but now… well. Now what?*

*Dunno. But it’s like our own private party now, innit?*

*Yeah, guess so -* I let out with a certain degree of acquiescence. I know I sould have felt glad, even proud. But my mood was turning… gloomy. Mae’s offer broke the spiral.

*Fancy a beer?*

*Ooooh yes please.*

*Yeah, me too. Go on then, you know the way to the kitchen.*

I got up and strolled before Mae, taking the opportunity of a long, lustful stare at her body. She was laying down on the sunbed, hands still on the armrest. Her dark nipples were fiercely pointed to the sky and her b-cup tits (my guess) were astonishingly firm. Mae had her legs closed and her bare pussy looked more than inviting. She felt my gaze linger and looked up.

*You’re a beauty, Mae.*

*Don’t be weird*, she shot back.

*Alright m’am.*

Off I went and when I came back out she was rearranging her bun. I held out her pint, my cock swinging left and right.

*See, you’re not bad yourself.*

Mae took a long sip. *Come on, let’s talk more filth. Ever enjoyed the company of a MILF?*

*Ohhhh, yes*. I chuckled.

*Details please.*

*Annette, her name was Annette. Her friends called her Ann, and so her husband.*

*Naughy boy!*

*Tall, long blonde hair, long legs, freckles. Toned tummy. Full, round, soft tits. A goddess in a flowery summer dress.*

*What happened?*

I took a good sip too.

*Can’t tell how we met. It was a couple of summers ago. I remember the first time in her car. We drove off into the night to some open field past the golf club. She rode me on the backseat, like, FURIOUSLY. She just opened my fly, lifted her dress and BANG!. She TRULY wanted me to cum inside.*

*Condom?*

*Nope. She was on the pill.*

*Sounds glorious.*

*Not my best performance to be honest.*

*I see. Anything else?*

*Well… she was drop-dead gorgeous. But also, one of those picky, yoga mums that you would never think capable of anything more than a flirt. And maybe her husband thought the same since he kept himself rather busy with the secretary, or assistant whatever. She wanted to get back at him and things got a bit weird.*

*Like what?*

*We met at her place one morning. She told me something like ‘y’know I’ve been whatching a lot of porn lately…’ and I was all ears. She went like, ‘I never had a facial. I want you to…’ and proceeded to suck me off and… it was like… like she wasn’t used to do that, don’t know how else to describe it. But she definitely knew WHAT to do, she had this technique… no hands, just her mouth. On her knees, hands gripping on my hips, basically she blowed me that way for a few minutes. Steady pace… it was… clinical.*

*Clinical?*

*Yeah. Like.. dunno, like a machine. She was enthusiastic… but with a purpose.*

*Fuck.*

*Told her I was close and she goes like ‘ok, I’m ready’. I shot a large load, on her lips, cheeks, her forehead… cum went dripping down her chin, on her tits. I mean, it was a mess.*

*Fuck.*

*She was panting. I went for a towel or something and she was like ‘no no no, hand me the phone, it’s on the table. Take a picture.’*

*Fuck.* – Mae’s vocabulary had turned minimal now.

*Yeah. So I did. She then proceeded to send the pic of her plastered face to hubby and a message like ‘not yours, enjoy the secretary’*

*Fuuuuuck! Dude, shit sounds straight outta porn. Like, BAD porn.*

*I know right? Never saw her again. She vanished.*

*Wow. The pic.. that move was straight up slutty if I may.*

I shrugged. But Mae’s comment was a great assist.

*What’s YOUR sluttiest moment? The sluttiest thing you’ve ever done.*

*Oh gosh. Ok. Got it. It might just sound stupid rather than hot. Looking back, I mean. But yeah, made me feel like a total slut.*

*Go on.*

*I was blowing this guy beside a mirror. Y’know one of those tall, full lenght floor mirrors right?*

*Hm-hm.*

*I was on my knees…*

.. *of course you were!*

*That was inappropriate, mister. However, I was really praoud of the view. I could see my image in the mirror, his dick and torso… not his face though. Turned me on so much, not having his face in the picture.. like giving head to a stranger.*

*Uhhhh.*

*He was about to finish and I started stroking his shaft, licked his balls and then… don’t know what came over me, but I jerked him off and made him explode all over the mirror*…

My cock twitched once again. *That-is-so-hot.*

*… yeah. And then I licked his cum off the mirror.*

*Jesus! Mae! Wow!* I was lost for words. *But…*

*What, not slutty enough for you mr. I-painted-a-fairy-MILF-face-with-my-cum-and-took-a-picture?*

*Oh no, that’s top-notch sluttines! I mean, the one you get a ring for! It’s.. you said you don’t like the taste of cum…?*

*Yeah, the taste. But I was so lost in the moment… generally speaking I’m fine if cum lands… on me, basically anywhere on me. And on a good day I love to be drenched. On a good day, the slut in me CRAVES for cum.*

Silence ensued.

*Mae?*

*Yeah?*

*this a good day?*

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