“All in good time, little lady,” Carl chuckles. My jaw drops. He’s breathing heavily, and his erection has, for now, disappeared. The lake is near its summer low, but the water levels are a bit high for the time of year. I don’t want him to, yet. I hear it right in the middle of my own orgasm, and the sound not only intensifies it for me, but makes me laugh uncontrollably. Then I can eat you out,” he emphasizes. I lay down on the bench and arch my back, planting my bare feet on the floor. Technically, we’re probably not supposed to be naked until we pass the sign that says “Attention! It has turned into a wonderful afternoon. Gently, but sloppily, he coats my back and butt first, moving up to my shoulders, sliding slowly down my arms to my fingertips. I need to feel him inside me again. There’s a space to lay our beach towel on, and we spread it out and sit down. I feel sexy, powerful, even dominant. I’m going to have to dig deep. I hang momentarily on Carl’s shoulders, but he is spent. I kneel and take him in my mouth. Carl has another one beside the bench, with several swigs already removed from it.
