Visiting a fling’s family’s northwoods cabin [creampie]

I got back to my apartment Sunday morning after we shared some pancakes and coffee. I woke up before her but waited in bed while she slept. We talked a little about the show, about what my work was like in Oshkosh, and what her college days had been like. When I arrived, my roommate gave me a hard time. “Ooh, where were you last night?” He said with a grin. “I …met somebody at the show.” I replied. “…Nothing serious. Hey, are we still going out this Friday with the others?” I asked. “Yeah! I think a lot of people are going to go, it should be a blast, bar crawl around Oshkosh.” We chatted for a little longer and I went to go read in my room.

I went in to work on Monday feeling better. More confident. Standing a little taller. I reported to my manager about my projects, and I think he was pleased. “Say, by the way, do you think you can go to North Carolina on Wednesday to Friday?” He asked. “Um, I mean I can, but why?” “Well, the customer needs someone on-site to make sure things are installed.” I agreed. It had been a shared responsibility to travel to NC to support this account, and I’d just have to be out of town, but I would be back Friday night for the bar crawl.

Tuesday came and went. I thought about texting her but didn’t want to. I had watched her snapchat stories, and she had watched mine, but we weren’t communicating. Well, I wasn’t. I didn’t need to get tied down, especially this early in the co-op. That evening I flew in to NC and drove to my lonely hotel room, ready for a few days of work.

Wednesday was hard work. I woke up at 5, ate a stale bagel from the hotel buffet, and was on the line from six to noon. Finally: my lunch break. I noticed I had one notification from her, a snapchat sent to me. I opened it up – it was a selfie from last night, what must have been a family movie night, taken from the back of that movie room. I think she was watching one of the new Disney movies. I kinda smiled, and took a selfie with my work gear on, with the NC filter on top. I sent it, put away my phone, and got back to work.

Finally around 8 I was finished and went back to the hotel and took a shower. I was exhausted. Checking my phone, I saw a snapchat from her again – eating dinner, looks like some tofu and noodles. I sent her a picture of the half-eaten takeout container I had.

She replied by text – What are you doing in NC?

I replied – I heard they can actually sit through a musical down here without disturbing their neighbors.

A few minutes passed, and my phone started buzzing from a FaceTime invite. It was her. On the one hand, I was pretty bored, on the other hand, I didn’t want to lead her on. I decided to answer.

“Well Hi” I said.
She just looked back at me with mad eyes.
“I heard your face might stay like that if you make those faces.”
She was clearly upset that I hadn’t contacted her. “How is NC?” She asked.
“I like it down here. Plus they get up early. Unlike you.” I said.
She didn’t respond. She was wearing a sporty top and had her hair in a ponytail like she had just been exercising. It looked like she was calling from her bedroom.
“When did you think you were going to call me?” She asked.
“I’m on the phone with you now!” I said.
“That’s not the answer.”
I paused. I was really wary of leading her on, but I also really liked her… there was just something about her that drew me to her. Something in her smile, in her eyes.
“OK, so you’re right. I wasn’t sure how I felt about you. I really liked the time we had, but I’m just not sure if I need to be in a committed relationship.”
“So you don’t want to see me again?” She said.
“No! I do … I just don’t know if I should. I mean, I barely know you, so I can’t get committed, and I’ll only be here for 6 or so months…”
“Well, if you wanted to know me more, we should see each other more.” She said.
I didn’t respond. I tried to change the subject. “I’m in NC for work. They have me here until mid-Friday, when I fly back. It’s super hard work… long days. I’m exhausted. It is nice to be on the FaceTime with you.”
“Wow! That’s great. I was there a few months ago for a PA interview. I went kayaking with my mom.”
“No way! That’s great. I like kayaking.”
“Have you ever supped?”
“No, I haven’t…what’s that?”“Stand Up Paddleboard. It’s like a surfing kayak. It’s really fun. We do them all the time at my family’s cabin.”
“I bet you look really good on a SUP.”
She blushed.
“Say… what are you wearing?” I asked.
“Hey now. That’s not OK. Anyway, if you want to see me more and go supping, we are going up north this weekend. My parents know that I met someone at the musical from the picture and I think they want to meet you.”
“Hah.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be hard. I would pick you up from the ATW on the way.”
“Well, maybe…” I was thinking about the bar crawl we had planned.
There was a long pause.
“I’m wearing my tennis outfit! See, it’s got a tennis skirt.” She said, showing me the short black skirt and white top.
“Cute! I … am in my PJs.” I said, showing her that I was shirtless. “You know, it’s not really fair that I’m shirtless and you’re not.” I said.
I heard her close her doors, and then she set down her phone. When she showed me herself again, there was only a sports bra. “That’s more like it” I said.
“So anyway, we are going up for the weekend. It’s usually a lot of fun. My brother would like to have a boy to hang out with, since it’s usually mostly just sisters or cousins.”
“What kind of bra are you wearing?” I asked.
She pulled the camera back, and showed me a white sports bra that hugged her breasts. There was a bit of cleavage. I started to touch myself.
“If you think you want to go, you better let me know soon. We have to buy food and supplies tomorrow morning.”
“Hm, maybe I’ll go. I’m not decided yet. We’re supposed to have this bar crawl, and I don’t know if I want to back out of that, since the other co ops are going.”
She brushed her hair, and laid down on the bed. I could see her pillow. She had the phone propped up on the wall and she was laying on her side. I could see her spanks from the way the tennis skirt folded down. I started to touch myself again.
“I mean, it could be really fun.” She said, tracing her finger up her leg onto her tight belly. “Plus, who knows what will happen?”
I pushed my phone away so that she could see my shirtless self, from my chest down to my abs.
“How come you’re wearing such a tease outfit for me when you called me?” I asked.
“What? Me? no.” She said. She was obviously teasing, because she pulled up her spanks a little. “Are you talking to anyone else like this?” She said. I told her no.
I told her how good her butt looked in her black tennis skirt. She kind of laughed, got off the bed and did a cute little butt dance for me and hopped back on.
“So what do you think?” She asked.
“You know what? I think about it. But only if I get to see what’s underneath that skirt.”
“Oh my gosh! Ok. well…” She pushed down her tennis skirt and revealed a sexy red thong.
“Wow, you look amazing.” I said.
She moved in closer. Her fingernails were painted red, the same color as her panties.
“What are you wearing?” She asked. I reversed the camera to show her that I was in my boxers, and I had a chub from playing with myself for so long.
“Ooh, what’s going on!” She said, teasingly.
She reached down by her hips, and traced the outline of her body.
She rubbed her boobs together in her sports bra. She was on her side in a way that I could see her whole body. I jumped on my bed so she could see me play with myself and my face.
I told her how bad I wanted to be inside of her again, and how I couldn’t stop thinking about that night we shared together. I told her about how I remembered her going down on me, and how I came so deep inside of her in that condom that it felt like I was raw.
It looked like she was getting a little turned on by seeing me with my cock in my hand. I pushed my boxers down and moved the phone so it was my abs, chest, and face. “I wanna see you touch yourself” I said. She said nothing, but looked at the camera and moved her hips closer so I could see.
She stuck her hands inside her panties and rubbed around, making wide circles around her labia. I could see her stick one finger inside to the first knuckle. With her other hand, she stuck it inside her sports bra.
She kept rubbing, while making soft moaning sounds, and finally pushed her panties down. I told her that I was starting to get some pre-cum and showed it to her. She moaned a little for me.
She stuck her index finger inside and pulled it out slowly to see that she was very wet. She continued to make soft circles around her labia. I was stroking my cock and playing with the pre-cum near the head. “Oh baby… I am so hard for you right now, I want to eat your pussy so bad, it looks so good.” Her pussy was glistening from how wet she was making it, and I could her the sounds of her. I told her that I was going to cum soon, and she said she was too. Her fingers were going a little bit faster now in circles, and I heard her let out a little moan as her legs quivered, and I came all over my belly button. I exhaled loudly.
“You know what… I think you should pick me up from the airport on Friday.” I said with a laugh, and showed her my cum. “Oh baby… that was so hot. Wow.”
“You’re so bad!” She said.
I got off the bed and started to clean myself up for some pillow talk.
“Did you wear those just for me?” I asked.
“No, I wasn’t even thinking about you. At all.” She said.
I told her about the rest of my week and went to bed.

My flight in to Appleton was stuck on the runway in O’Hare. I’d run from terminal to terminal to make my tight layover only to be stuck in a holding pattern on the tarmac in a crowded two-person-row plane with propellers. My phone was in airplane mode, so I wasn’t able to tell her that my flight was continually delayed – hopefully she would by the online trackers that I would be later than expected and hopefully I wouldn’t be left behind the trip up North. Seated next to me was a brunette girl, about my age, with her chin in her hand. I didn’t want to let my nervous energy fester so I introduced myself.
“Hi!”
“Oh hi! Nice to meet you. Do you live in Appleton?” She asked. Now that she had turned to me, I could see she was wearing a light coat of red lipstick. Her knee bumped mine as she turned to her right.
“Hah, not quite.” I told her about my work and school.
“Wow! Already doing that stuff. I’m a sophomore at Lawrence.” She said. She pulled her hair in front of her shoulder, and I was drawn in a little by the smell of her perfume.
“Oh cool. I heard they had a pretty good music school there.” I said, starting to notice that she had dark, olive eyes.
“Oh I guess so. I also like that the bouncers around here don’t really ID me. I’m going to this bar crawl with my friends tonight.” She had her head tilted and was playing with her hair, and I noticed her nails were the same color as her lipstick.
“Sounds fun!” I said. I started to wonder if I should try to cancel going up north to do this bar crawl. “What do you like to do for fun?” I asked.
“Oh you know… normal Wisconsin stuff!” She said. She pulled out her phone and leaned over to my tray table, our arms brushing against each other, standing up my . “Check it out… here’s me and my roommates at a dorm party. And here we are at my sister’s house party, …” and she showed me pictures from all the parties she had been to. In a weird way, she started to look less and less attractive. Her sultry features belied a shallow personality built on skin-deep allure. The captain mentioned that we were finally headed off.
—
The landing in to Appleton was gorgeous. The sky pulled a gradient from the orange of a Florida clementine to the purple of a Concord grape. Clouds in the sky broke up the gradient, drawing your attention to how much the color changed over the space it occupied from edge to edge.
On the descent my ears were more stuck than usual. I tried to use of yawns and swallows, but my eardrum was stuck. The pain made it hard to concentrate, until suddenly they popped, like the release of a crescendo, freeing me to relax and be aware of my surroundings. I smiled.
When we finally landed and I checked my messages, there were a few snapchat notifications, including some from my roommate, and a bunch of messages. The snapchat was her in her tennis top, which looked like it was worn a little lower than normal, showing off her cleavage. In messages, she said she was tracking my flight and was waiting for me with her mom in the parking lot.

I went outside to the baggage claim and found her, still in her tennis skirt and top, waiting for me. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail around her shoulder. It looked like she had come straight from tennis, actually.
“Um, I thought I ordered the deluxe valet service?” I said when I was about 10 feet away, breaking her focus from her phone.
“Oh hey! You finally landed!” She said, coming in for a hug. “Quick, grab your bag, because my mom is waiting.” She said, and gave me a peck on my cheek. “By the way, my mom thinks we’ve been dating for a month. We met in the vegetable aisle at Woodman’s.”
“Hah, OK. If you say so.”

I grabbed by bag from the carousel and walked with her to her car. When we got outside she grabbed my hand and held it. The cold night air on her once-sweaty skin was giving her goosebumps, so I stopped and got my sweatshirt out of my backpack. “Ah thank you!” She said. In a quieter voice, she asked “When was this washed though?” I just smiled.
Just then, her mom pulled up. I noticed that she looked a lot like her mom. Her mom got out of the car and said “So this is the famous Davey!”
“Mom! He just goes by David!”
I started to blush. “Davey is fine!”
“Davey, you get the front seat. My mom said she wants to get to know you!”
I didn’t know I’d signed up for the inquisition but there was no way out of it. We got into the car and started towards Minocqua.
I started to message her, seated in the back seat.
I texted her: You look cute in that tennis skirt
Her mom asked me about my family, and I told her about my parents, my sister.
I got back in my messages: I love that shirt and belt on you

I told her mom about my sister’s career plans.

Me: So what’s the sleeping situation? Do we have our own room?
Her: We’ve got bunk beds with my siblings
Me: I haven’t been in a bunk bed in years
Her: I call top bunk ;)

I was telling her mom about how my parents met.

Me: But you got to be on top last time!
Her: :p

I was telling her mom about what my college was like.

Me: I missed you
Her: Missed me enough to message me once, three days later?
Me: You know, I thought about you on the plane ride
Her: In what way?
Me: Well, when my ears popped on the way down. Like when things were tough, painful, you were like my ears popping, making me feel better, more aware, like things were different.
Her: :)

I was telling her mom about how I liked my coffee.

Me: So what’s underneath that tennis top?

I was telling her mom about my favorite podcasts, and her mom was telling me about Planet Money. I already knew about Planet Money.

Me: I’ve been thinking about what’s underneath that top since I got in the plane
Her: Your shirt is way too tight tucked in like that

Her mom pulled off in Wausau for gas and went in to grab a few things from the store. She was seated behind the driver’s seat.
“I think my mom knows more about you that I do” She said as I turned to her.
“You’ve been awfully quiet back there,” I said. “I think you need to contribute a little more. You were so gregarious a couple nights ago on FaceTime.” I said.
She wrinkled her nose in fake disgust and looked out the window. I started to text my roommate to see how the bar crawl was going. In the corner of my screen I got a Snap notification, from her. I tapped it to see a selfie of her pulling her bra down, just barely getting the aeriola in frame, from the back seat of the car.
That’s the one I know I sent. Her mom came back from the store and we started to get back on the road.
“Hey mom, is there a blanked in the back? I’m kinda sleepy.” She said, grabbing a small fluffy blanket from the back. She covered herself up to her neck and leaned back, but was making eye contact with me through the rear view mirror. She snuggled up in the corner, hiding out of view of her mom.

Her mom and I were talking about vacations we had when we were kids.

My snapchat notification popped up on my screen, from her again. It was from under the blanket showing her black panties under her tennis skirt, poorly lit from the camera flash underneath the blanket.
Someone’s starting to come out of her shell I said. But is that all you have to say?
A few minutes later I got a snap of a similar, but now the black panties were pulled up and her labia were starting to emerge from the sides.
I am so ready to dive in to those again I said. I was starting to get hard in the front seat.
The next one featured her panties pulled down and one finger over her labia. I was noticeably hard through my pants, but her mom was driving and couldn’t notice. I slyly sent a picture of my bulge.
I heard from the back that she was repositioning.
The next notification was a video, showing her finger making a large outline from her inner thigh, to her labia, around her vagina, and to her other thigh.
I want to feel that tight pussy again I sent.
She sent a selfie captioned That cock better be ready for me when I want it
I’m going to treat your whole body, from your toes to your ears I sent.
I got another video, this one was her finger making tighter circles around her labia.
We can’t fool around tonight, but I’m going to make a fool out of you tomorrow She sent, Just get ready for bed when we get there.
The message arrived as we pulled in to the driveway. The only lights were from the moon and the front porch light. In a short time, I was in a bunk bed 100 feet from the lakeshore, getting a snapchat from my roommate and the bar crawl, not feeling bad about missing it at all.

The next morning I was introduced to the whole family at a late breakfast. She had a brother and a sister, both younger. Her parents used to work in finance but were taking a step back to focus on family; it seemed like they were quite comfortable. Before lunch we were headed in to town to do some shopping.
“Mom! I think I forgot my swimsuit, can we stop by downtown so I can get a new one?” She asked.
“That’s a good idea! I need to run a few errands. You and your boy should go look for them.” Her mom replied. I blushed a little bit. Boy?
We drove in to the mini downtown of the tiny tourist town that was totally trawling with trinkets. We walked in to the sports good store to look for a swimsuit for her. She pulled out a flashy red bikini with white polka dots all over it and gave me a wink. “Here, let me go try this on!” she said, and entered the try-on room in the corner of the crowded store. I putzed around the store. While I waited for her to make a decision, I bought a pack of condoms, just in case she didn’t have any up here.

***

On my phone, I had a notification: a snapchat from her. It was her, in the dressing room, showing off in the red bikini from the front, making a kissy face. Her elbows were in by her belly button so her boobs were pressed together, and her hips were rotated to the side so I got a tiny sliver of her butt in frame.
Does it matter what color the bikini is if we are skinny dipping? I replied. But that does look super hot on you.
I think I need you to tie it a little tighter for me! She said back.
I walked over to the room. You should come in to the stall! It is unlocked. She sent. I was a little nervous – there were a lot of people in the store, wouldn’t one of the see the two legs underneath the stall? But also, no one was really paying attention to us, because there was so much else going on. I grabbed something from the rack as if I was going to try it on and quickly entered the changing room, locking it behind me.
She was crouched on the little bench so no one would see her feet. The changing room was so small that I had to be up against her. “there you are” she whispered. “Now, are you gonna help me with this or not?” She turned around on the bench, crouched a foot above the floor, and she smelled so good. I didn’t notice in the ride over for the windows, but there was a distinctive pull from her. In the mirror of the changing room on the side wall, I saw that her back was against me, and her bottoms were hiking up so that I could see her butt. I pulled on the strings a little bit, pulling her back so that it was leaning up against me as well. I started to get a little hard through my shorts.
I looked down and saw her looking up at me, with her breasts coddled by the tiny red polka-dot bikini. She whispered to me, “If you’re a good boy, we can go skinny dipping tonight”
I whispered back, “What do you mean? We’re with your family.”
“I know a place. We can camp on one of the islands. It’s super easy.”
“How would we get everything out there?”
“You’re a big strong boy, aren’t you?” She gave me a wink. “We can get someone to boat us over the tent and everything. We will just ride some SUPs over. I’ve camped there before with some girl friends from college.”
I finished tying the two straps, and she turned around to look at me. She was crouched in a way that her legs were spread a little bit to the side as she looked up at me.
“Let’s see what you picked out to try on…” She said, inspecting the button-up shirt I had brought in as a diversion from the staff. “Oh my, this will look so handsome on you!” She said, raising herself up a little bit to take my shirt off, her hand brushing up against my chest as she dropped it to the floor. “And we better lower these, just for good measure…” She said, unbuttoning my shorts, and dropping them to the floor. She leaned in to kiss my belly. “Oh.. Oh…” I moaned gently. Her kisses were wet against me. I was definitely starting to get hard. I reflexively took a step forward, pinning her in the corner of the dressing room, looking down on her legs spread by the crouch and her boobs coddled in the red bikini.
“Whoa cowboy,” she said, pushing me back a little, and feeling my cock. I bent over a little to give her a little kiss and run my fingers through her hair. She reached inside my boxers to find my cock, now almost fully hard, in her hand. She stroked at the base and tugged at my balls while I ran my finger through her hair, and softly kissed her. She pulled down my boxers. She looked at me in the mirror – her tan legs, her hand stroking me, but just for a moment.
“We’ll finish this later!” She said. “Now get yourself together and let’s get out of here.”

The rest of the afternoon was super relaxing. Swimming, boating, tubing, and then grilling out for dinner. I found that I really liked her brother, and her sister seemed fine as well, although we didn’t interact much.
“Um, so Dad? What do you think about me camping tonight?” She said to her father at the dinner table. She kicked my leg under the table.
“Oh, I don’t know… they’re talking like there might be some rain tonight. It may not be the best night for a camp.” Her dad said. I kicked her leg back.
“I just checked though! It’s only a 10% chance. That’s like nothing.” She retorted. She put on her best puppy-dog eyes. Her dad was thinking about it. She kicked me again. Her dad put his head in his hand.
“Well, I don’t know if I want to! But if you and your friend feel like taking the chance, that’s your choice.”
“Oh thanks! I was thinking we would SUP over, and then you could carry the tent and our bags in the boat, and you could pick us up tomorrow morning.” She said, and I tapped her leg under the tabl e while I passed the cooked a side around the table.

We were all set for an adventure. On the ride over, her dad was reminding her about some of the sand bars that were around the island we were going to camp on. They called it, interchangably, blueberry, raspberry, blackberry, and strawberry island. “Now be careful! There are some really shallow parts. Ed [the neighbor] said that a couple days ago, someone almost wrecked their boat! The water level is really low right now, so it would be very easy to hit a rock.”
As the sun was setting, her dad had left us and our supplies on the _berry island. We had flashlights, a tent, some snacks, and I had grabbed a couple condoms, just in case. There were a couple clouds on the horizon, but they weren’t downwind, so there was not much concern. We set up the tent, threw our stuff inside, and then she said: “Hey, whatever happened to skinny dipping?”
I looked over at her, and she was already taking her coverup off, and headed into the water.
“Catch me if you can!”
I pulled my drawers off and ran in to the water after her, laughing a little bit.
She was swimming a few meters off shore, going up and down in the water. It was now dark enough that you couldn’t really tell what was going on unless you were right up close. I splashed her, she splashed back. She had very prominent tan lines underneath her suit that I hadn’t noticed. In the low light of dusk, they were almost the only parts of her body that I could actually make out. She swam underwater and then right behind me, pinching my leg. We lightly pushed and pulled at each other off shore until the light got really low.

“Hey, you know what would be really fun? If we explored the other island right now.” She said.
“What other island?”
“There’s another island, maybe ten minutes SUPing away from here. It’s pretty easy to get to. I’ve always wanted to but never actually gotten to do it.” She swam back to shore. “Here, let’s grab a couple flashlights! We won’t be there long. I just want to check it out. Oh, and maybe a couple towels.”
She put her red bikini back on, handed me a flashlight, and we embarked away from the island with a towel on each of our SUPs. I tried not to stare at her butt in the red bikini. We kep
A gust rushed over the water, chilling me just a bit. I started to feel a couple raindrops fall on my shoulder. The night was now complete, and the only light was from the moon and stars, which were starting to be covered up by encroaching clouds. We didn’t turn our flashlight on for fear that the county would ask us what we were doing out here in the dark. I followed right next to her SUP. I didn’t want to sound afraid, so I didn’t ask her about the rain. We paddled for about ten minutes until we were practically upon the island.
“Have you ever paddled over here?” I asked.
“No! Like I said.. I haven’t even been here before. I just want to see what it’s like.” She said. “I think my dad said that someone used to own the –” and before she finished her sentence, a loud cracking sound came from her SUP, and she fell forward off the fiberglass floatie. I turned on my flashlight to see where she was, and saw that she was behind her SUP, laying on the ground. “Oh… Ow! Oh…” she said. “What’s wrong?” I said, beaching my SUP at the island as fast as I could and walking over to her in the shallow water. Her sup was starting to sink a bit, and she was holding her foot in her hand. “It is so sharp…” She said, and I realized that she had probably cut her foot on the same rock that had just broken through the hull of the SUP. A few strong gusts blew over the water and I started to feel a steady stream of droplets.
“Can you walk?”
“Oh, it hurts so bad… let me try…” She tried to get up, steadying herself on me, but was unable to hold her balance on the slick rocks with just one good foot.
***
I scooped her up at her knees and her shoulders and carried her to the grassy beach of the island. I tugged the sinking SUP up to the shore, now heavy after taking on some water, and grabbed both towels and the flashlight that hadn’t fallen in.
I activated the flashlight and tried to look at her wound. It was still bleeding quite a bit. I took off my shirt and tied it as tightly as I could around the bottom of her arch. She was still clenching her arms and hands in pain from the wound.
“Ouch.. thank you.. do you think you can paddle us back to the tent?” She asked.
“I bet I can tr—” I said, interrupted by a lightning flash across the sky so bright that I could see her tan lines again. Rain started to come down heavily now, and the wind picked up, blowing in the direction we had just come from. “We need to get further into the island for now!” I said. I picked her up again and carried her through the trees to a small clearing, maybe 50 meters in to the island, protected a little bit by the trees. I went back for the two towels and laid them down as a makeshift bed. She positioned herself on them.
I laid down on them as well and placed my arms around her, holding her cold skin tight up against mine. The rain was starting to come down even harder now, and it was lightning more and more, the thunde was getting closer and closer. We coud hear whitecaps crashing all the way back from the shore. She was nearly shivering.
I rolled off of my towel and covered her with it. She was now on top of me, with one leg draped over my swimsuit, holding on to me for warmth. I made soft sounds, cooing in her ear, and drew tiny circles with my fingers on her back.
“Shh.. It will be OK…” I said.
After nearly an hour, the storm finally passed. The towel over her was now soaked, and she tossed it to the side.
“Your chest is so comfy and warm,” she said. “What if we just stayed here.”
I was still laying on the grass, but it was hard for me to complain when I had her right on top of me.
“How’s your foot?”
“I don’t think I can put much weight on it, but it doesn’t feel so bad anymore.”
“Mmm.”
She was starting to draw circles on my chest and tug gently at different chest hairs. She nudged my nose with hers. “How are you so warm and cozy?”
She kissed me gently on my lips, and started to roll totally on me.
I held her hips in my hands, pulling her body closer to me. She started to gyrate around on me. She pulled her head back from the kiss and I ran my fingers through her damp hair. She sat up on me and squeezed her wet ponytail out. It was still super dark, but I could still see the outline of the white polka dots on her bikini. She came back down to me.
“You were really great back there.” She said. I ran my fingers down her back, past the knots I had tied this afternoon, down to her bottom, and down to her legs. Her hips moved forward and backward on me.
I was running my fingers up and down on the inside of her thigh. Every time I got close she would grind her hips a little harder in to me. She kissed my lips, then started tugging on my earlobe, and then kissed my neck. I started rubbing her pussy through the outside of her swimsuit bottom. Her body was still cold, but her pussy was starting to warm up. My right hand was tracing her labia softly and my left was squeezing her tight little ass cheek under the swimsuit. She felt so relaxed, almost as if she had just woken from a sleep.
“I think we have some unfinished business,” she said. “Do you have a condom?”
The condoms! “shoot, I left them at the island…”
“Whatever, just make sure you pull out.” She said, pulling her bottoms down to her ankles. I pulled my suit off and layed back down, watching her tight body dock on to me.
She was on her knees on top of me, and took me on millimeter by millimeter. She let out a deep moan for me. I had my hands on her hips. I had never gone raw on anyone before, and feeling her tight pussy on the bare cock she had been teasing earlier made me almost cum instantly. I grabbed some grass in my hand and held on as she finally got all the way down.
She bent over at the waist and started to grind against me. I kept one hand on her hips, feeling her rocking back and forth slowly, and my other hand reached down to her pussy. I made tiny circles down by her labia while she kissed my neck.
“Oh god… Oh that feels so good… yes!” She said. I was starting to play with her clit now from behind as she grinded on me.
She was pressing her clit into my waist and my fingers while I was lifting my hips to push my cock even further inside of her. She was now breathing fairly rhythmically and heavily. I adjusted my breathing to match hers. In…Out…Innnn….Ouuuuttt….
“I’m going to do it, I’m going to come…” she said, and I felt something like fireworks around my cock, still balls-deep inside of her. She was cumming on me.
“Oh, I think I’m going to too…” I said, but she pushed my hips down, preventing me from pulling out. “Wait, I’m going to go, you have to…” She was now cumming fully on me, grinding her clit in to me.
I clenched every fiber in my body to keep from cumming in her, but it was no use. Her orgasm around my cock was too much to handle, and I erupted inside of her, my hips now overpowering hers, pushing her hips up. Even though I wanted to pull out, it felt too good to do anything but give in and thrust myself deeper and deeper in to her. I was pushing in to her hips with my hands to keep her close. We were both moaning in unison now.
We layed together in silence for a few minutes, my cum oozing out of her and back on to me, my body keeping hers warm.
“Oh my god, that was good.. but what was that?” I asked.
“Oh, we’ll figure it out later.”
I paused.
“Have you ever taken anyone … like that before?”
“Well, no. But…. Something about the way you were, I couldn’t help myself.”
“And what will we do about… you know… if …”
“I mean, it’s pretty unlikely that anything will happen. It’s not like I have a bunch of plan B, and I don’t think that they even sell that up here. I mean, lots of people have unprotected sex and nothing happens, right?”
“I guess.”
“…”
“Oh, it was so hot how you were on top of me… I don’t know if I can go back to condoms.”
“Me neither.”
“Oh, it was so good…so what’s the plan though?”
“Well, I think that we can probably SUP back now that the wind is died down. I’ll tell my dad what happened to the other SUP and he probably won’t be happy but it’ll be OK. I mean, they’re not cheap, so I’ll probably end up paying him for it or doing extra work or something.”
We cleaned each other up with the towel, I carried her back to shore, stowed her on my SUP, and finally got to sleep on _berry island.

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