The only thing better than being rich is having a rich friend. A few years ago, my rich friend invited me to his family’s lake house for a 4th of July weekend.
This place was on a island in the middle of the lake, with 3 other houses, and could only be accessed by boat. There was one long dock, where all the residents slipped their boats, and then a small road that connected the front doors of the houses, with a big cul-de-sac in the middle.
When I say “lake house”, I mean “mansion”. I know we were sleeping 12 people in our house, and everyone had a bed (the couples doubled-up). Indoor & outdoor kitchens, infinity hot tub, etc.
The first few days of the weekend were us just day drinking, sleeping, eating, boating, repeat. We had stocked the house with supplies, and could call a service to ferry more food & booze to us. Since all the girls in our group were with the boyfriends/wives, I wasn’t expecting a hook-up.
On the night of the 4th, it turns out that all the residents throw a “block party” in the cul-de-sac, each rich family trying to out-do each other. Pig roasts, champagne bars, etc. It was crazy.
After a day of drinking and an evening nap, I was rallying for the fireworks. After getting some tacos and a fresh beer, I was looking around at all the guests from the other houses, looking at the tight bodies in sun dress, with tan lines. Everything from the (hopefully) barely legal daughters to the cougar wives. My slightly drunk mind was in animal mode, and I started thinking about what they look like naked, how they groom their pussies, what they sound like getting fucked, etc. I was so fucking horny.
I was rocking a pair of thin linen pants, and realized that my stiffening cock would show, so I went into my friend’s house for some release.
In my bedroom, I laid on the twin bed that was my home for the weekend. Pulling my shirt up, and pants down, I started watching some porn on my phone to help.
A minute or so later, my door opened and a woman’s head peaked around the corner. I shoot up and scramble to pull up my pants, muttering something about taking a nap. But, my cock was sticking straight up, and I looked like an idiot trying to shove it back in my pants. Meanwhile, the obvious moaning of a porn star getting fucked is playing on my phone’s speakers.
She gasped “Oh my god, I’m so sorry”, and had a hand over her mouth in a mix of shock and laughter.
“I’m so sorry, my friend asked me to keep her from hooking with Eric.” (One of the guys at my house.)
“Uh, his room is upstairs,” I said as I kept trying to turn off the audio of the porn on my phone and hide my dick.
She kept walking towards me and sat down on the bed, leaning in to kiss me.
“Keep going,” she said. “Does this help?” She pulled the sides of her sleeveless shirt together to show both tits, and she started playing with them.
There were white triangles around her nipples, tan lines from her bikini, and the dark spots and slight wrinkles of someone that gets too much sun. She was probably in her late 30’s, and looked good. I didn’t see a wedding ring, but she had a diamond bracelet.
“Keep going. I want to watch.”
I just stared at her and started stroking my cock again. I spit on my hand for lube and went to town.
“Do you like my tits? Are they better than porn tits?” She was pinching her nipples and making them hard.
“Yeah. So much better. I like them real.”
“Ha – these are fake, but they do look real.”
I kept stroking, and she reached to pull down my pants a bit more, so now my balls were out. With one hand, she cupped my balls, and tickled them with her nails, still pinching a nipple with her other hand.
“I want to see you cum.”
I bit my lip and kept beating. With my other hand, I reached up to grab her breast, but she just hit it away.
“No touching,” and she gave my balls a light squeeze.
That turned me on even more, and I was on the edge. I clenched with everything I had to build the pressure, before shooting two thick streams of cum on to my stomach and chest.
“That’s perfect.” She leaned in and lightly kissed me again. “I need to go find my friend before she fucks Eric.”
Between my drunkenness and the orgasm, I fell asleep. I woke up to the sounds of the fireworks 20 minutes later, and got cleaned-up.
Everyone was now back in their respective houses to watch the fire works from their roof decks. I looked for her the next morning, but didn’t see her on any of the trips leaving the dock.
While it wasn’t sex, it was one of the most intense sexual encounters I’ve had.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64mdz2/mf_words_and_hands_of_encouragement_from_a