([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) – [part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwa6gc/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_7_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) – [part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwrmwa/up_at_the_lake_with_mae_part_8_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3))
The living room was wide and bright. A large kitchen area at one end, the stairs leading up to the rooms on the opposite side. Right in the middle, two ample sofas were positioned back to back: one towards the large french door to the patio and the other faced the wall, where one of those mega tv sets had been recently put up – so to be watched from the farthest end of the garden when everything was left open. Functional.
Mae had chosen to take our game indoor, but I had the feeling we were no longer just.. playing the part of two friends who awkwardly get to know each other’s dirty side. She seemed to be driven by a different sense of purpose.
*Take a seat*, she almost shouted while closing the french door behind us, wiggling her bare ass in an effort to actually lock it. On a second thought, she nervously spreaded the window back open: *oh, screw it!*.
We needed to break the ice again maybe, to fall back in a certain mood. *Music?*, I asked.
Mae bent over the stereo. My eyes gravitated right inbetween her legs and I felt as my pupils were dilating. Her holes were exposed right before me, in high definition – just like she’d said earlier. A glorious show before my very eyes. Her pussy was glistening in an unexpected display of perfection.
She was taking her time, clearly. She knew exactly what I was doing, she knew what *she* was doing and what my reaction would be. In a matter of seconds Mae turned her head to me.
*Enjoyng the view? Are you getting a nice, full look?* she whispered, gently rocking her hips back and forth.
My mind went blank, again.
*Is this how you’d do me? … Pick a hole? Or… myabe, you just… want.. a TARGET? Somewhere to drop your juice? Y’know, that’ll work for me. But.. d’you think I’d feel your balls slappin’ my pussy hard, if you fucked my ass? ..*.
Mae was off another tangent, apparently. I wasn’t even… breathing. Hearing no answer, she just stood up, turned around, lit another cigarette to her pouty mouth.
*Hey, you still here? Too much to handle? Too many… inappropriate questions?*
*Mae, I…*
*Sure you look too hard to handle right now, mister.*
Her reference to Otis Redding took me back to earth. I stood up and got close, ready to stop all that nonsense. But she stretched an arm out and pointed a finger to my chest, looking me dead in the eye.
*Eeeeasy tiger. Sit back.*
And sit back I did, puzzled. Obviously, for her, my obedience was a turn on. Seeing no resistance, Mae stepped up on the couch and placed her pussy right before my face. I stuck out my tongue.
*No touching, remember that?*
I backed off. That was pure creuelty. I’m not – and I wasn’t, by no means – religious. But I swear I thought *what sort of twisted ordeal you’re putting me through, Lord? Been so bad to deserve such torture?*
Mae spread her legs wider and lowered herself on my face, getting closer and closer, gliding above me.
*I feel.. I can feel your breath on my lips. Do you.. can you smell my scent?*
I breathed in, adjusted my head on the backrest and softly blew, right on her lips.
*Ohhh… boy. What was that…*
If Mae was determined to play strong, she’d picked a solid match. I did have a bag’o tricks myself after all. I blew again. She moved one hand down and parted her juicy, bare lips. And then I blew again.
*Fuck.*
And again I blew again, as long as I could. Mae stated panting and grabbed my hair.
*Stop… please. Fuuuuck. I don’t wanna… come.*
I gently blew on her once again.
*Please..?*
*Is this what YOU want Mae? Want me to stop..?* – I was pretty much talking straight to her pussy now.
*Yeah, yes. Please. Promise.. I promise it might pay off.*
What sort of PROMISE was that? But I actually backed off again. She climbed over me and landed on the other couch.
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