It was 1983 and the summer between my sophomore and Junior year in high up school. As it got started, it seemed care just another summer of hanging out and fishing. I hadn't heard from Rebecca in weeks and now that Kay had moved, it wasn't like I was going to ever see her again. I got a part time job that kept me busy and spent near of my weekends off at a buddy's lake house fishing.



In late June, my chum and I left to go fishing and spend the weekend at his lake house. We had spent well-nigh of Saturday morning on the pee and headed back to the house for a late lunch when his lady friend Ashleigh drove up. I had met Ashleigh a few hebdomad before. I couldn't physical body out what she was doing with my buddy. He was a year younger than me and she was going into her senior year. She was very attractive with a tall slender consistence and hanker dark hair. She was in the Ag-program at her shoal and was sort of a cowgirl. She always wore boots, tight blue jean that showed off her ass and westerly shirts with the top duet buttons open that gave a hint of what was underneath.



I was now a third gear bicycle and didn't really figure we'd be doing much fishing for the eternal rest of the day. She wanted to adopt the gravy boat out and do some tubing and we decided it might be a decent breakout from the heat energy of the afternoon. She changed into her swimming costume and put on shorts and a tee shirt over it. I had never seen her in anything but Western garb so seeing her in some Daisy Dukes was a really nice surprise. She had long coloured branch and round of drinks B cup titty that were perfect for her fragile frame.



Once on the piddle, she stripped off the boxers and shirt revealing her snowy crochet bikini that didn't leave a whole lot to the imaginativeness. I was glad for the shades I had on because they allowed me to stare at her without looking like I was staring. The gob in the material were small but just great enough to see some skin underneath. She put on the life sentence cap and jumped into the water to withdraw her turn of events on the thermionic tube. We took it comfortable on her at first by running the boat in a straight line and not trying to shed her off. She kept yelling for us to go faster so my chum turned the boat sharply swinging her out where she caught a wave and took a dreadful looking tumble across the water. As we pulled up to her, she told us her bottoms had come off in the wipe out. We laughed and just halfheartedly looked for them, but they were nowhere to be seen. She asked how she was going to get back in the gravy boat and we told her we would serve her in and not look. We each took a hand and pulled her into the boat, naked from the waistline down. She told us to reckon away but what teenage boy wasn't going to glint. Once in the gravy boat, she reached over to grab her drawers and I got a coup d'oeil of her close one shot ass and the gap between her thighs revealing the lip of her slit. She turned around holding the shorts in front man of her and asked us not to count while she put them on. We did as we were told and as she was standing on one leg with the other in her short pants, a big undulation hit the side of the boat causing her to fall in the level. We both turned around to find her laying there on her back with her legs spread trying to get back to her feet. I reached out and helped her up taking in the double of her pussy. It was only the second time I had seen one. She had more hair than Rebecca, but I could still make out her dent with a little pinko showing between her rim. She thanked me and looked a little embarrassed as I turned to provide her to put her shorts back on. She told us we could plough back around after her boxershorts were on and as we did, she took off the life sentence jacket. Her now wet white bikini top allowed her hard tit to exhibit through and as she walked past me to get to the social movement of the boat for the ride back, I could see the Brown University skin of her nipples through the crocheted material. The ride back to the sour grass was kind of rough and I watched as her pocket-sized round of drinks dumbbell bounced with each moving ridge we hit. My peter began to suffer, and I wished we were going home that night.



When we got back to the house, we ate some hot dogs and determine TV. After having to watch them take out throughout the movie, I decided to go to bed about 10:30 and said goodnight. I expected she would be leaving soon we would be getting up early to angle the next daybreak. I woke up around 4:45 with a raging hard on and mentation of the image I had seen the afternoon before. I began rubbing myself and could just tell this was a hard-on that wasn't going away on its own. Since I had about forty-five min before I had to get up, I decided I might just postulate to film care of it. I got out of bed and dug through my duffle bag and pulled out the new playboy we bought on our way out to the lake and a bottle of Coppertone tanning oil. I needed a towel, so I walked quietly out of my room to get one from the bathroom. As I tip-toed past the sustenance elbow room, I noticed the two of them asleep on the lounge. They must give birth fallen asleep during the moving picture and been there all night. I retrieved a towel and headed back to my room closing the sliding door quietly behind me. I reached for the latch lock and remembered this was the room that didn't have a whorl on the room access. I shrugged my shoulders and figured they were both out like a illumination and it wouldn't convey me any sentence to cum once I got started. I climbed back onto the bed and positioned myself on my stifle in the centre with my towel underneath me. I picked up the magazine and noticed it was the college edition which was sure to suffer some"girl next door"case models. As I thumbed through it, I found a model that looked very alike to Ashleigh and I laid it down against the pillow, put some oil on my script and began stroking my already hard cock. I stared at the magazine publisher in the dim light of the lamp in the room as I stroked my cock imaging it was her doing it.



I caught a glimpse of movement and to my repulsion, saw Ashleigh looking through the now slightly open doorway watching me. I grabbed the towel and covered myself up and whispered harshly"what the hell are you doing"! I was shocked when she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She whispered for me not to cease. I whispered back for her to leave and she just walked over to the bed and sat down on the bound. She said she thought it was only fair that she get to see mine since I had seen her. She said she had never seen a boy's peter except in pictures and had certainly never seen one jacking off before. She said she liked what she saw and wanted me to go on doing it for her. I just looked at her and couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wanted me to jack up off in social movement of her. I'd had my cock touched, stroked and sucked by Rebecca but I had never had anyone scout me jack off before. She reached out and tugged at the towel and asked for me to let her see. As she pulled, I let the towel slip from my hand and onto the bed. I was now completely naked in battlefront of her and looking at her staring at my intemperate cock.



She asked me to stroke it some more and I reached down and took it in my hand squeezing it at the infrastructure. I ran my hand down the shaft of light to my head and stopped before slowly stroking it again. I noticed her eyes widen and I looked down to see a declamatory drop hanging from my head. She asked what it was, and I told her it was precum. She just stared at it as it dripped onto the towel. She reached out and wiped it off with her finger and looked closely at it. She rubbed it between her digit and thumb before putting her finger's breadth into her lip and licking it off. She told me it tasted good and asked if there would be any more than. I told her there might be, but I was pretty certain I was going to cum before she got any more.



I began stroking it again and she watched closely at what I was doing then out of nowhere, asked if she could touch it. I stopped and moved my hand and looked at her looking at my cock as she reached out and took it in her hand. She said it was hot and felt soft and intemperate at the Lapplander meter. I put my manpower behind me and leaned back as she laid across the bed and began stroking me. I couldn't believe I was letting her do this. She started boring, holding it very softly as she moved her hand up and down my jibe. As she began to affect her hand faster, she tightened her grip and I could experience my orgasm coming. After a duad minutes, my wholly trunk jerked as my first spasm hit me and I shot a heavy rope of cum which almost hit her in the expression. She gasped and pulled her head back but didn't stoppage and simply pointed my tool down at the towel as I shot several to a greater extent large ropes into a big pool in front of her.



She looked at me and smiled and her Handy work and asked if there was always that much. I told her yes as she looked back down at the pool of cum on the towel. She asked what it tasted like and I told her I didn't know and that I wasn't in the substance abuse of tasting my cum. That was just a bit of a Edward D. White lie as I had tasted my cum on Rebekah's lips when she kissed me after giving me fountainhead. She then dipped her finger and thumb into it and pulled them back out with a heavy clod that strung down off them. She it was both sticky and slippery and then brought it to her lips, stuck her spit out and let some drip into her sassing. She looked at me for a second and then said it was saltier than the precum, but she liked the way it tasted. She dipped her finger's breadth in again and then licked it neat saying she definitely liked it. She then got up, gave me a devilish smile and quietly left the elbow room leaving me there on the bed spent. I got up and got dressed, went to eat some breakfast and noticed she had gone

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We fished that morning time and headed household about noon. I couldn't tell you if the fishing was good because all I could think about was what had happened earlier. They broke up a few days later and I wondered if it had been because of what we had done that sunup. If it had been, he never said anything about it. A duet weeks later, my buddy talked me into taking him to the promenade so we could go to the colonnade. He was never one to go without a girlfriend for very long and as we were parking, he told me we were meeting his new lady friend and one of her friends at the arcade. I had been set up and was kind of mad about it. When we got to the arcade, he went straight in to see if they were there and I heard a voice cry y name. I turned around to see Ashleigh and some of her friends walking towards me. We talked for just a bit and when I told her why I was there, she said she would let me go and looked at me with that like rascally smile I had seen before. As they walked away, I couldn't help but notice them all giggling about something and I wondered if she had told them about that morning. I heard my name again and turned to see my buddy walking up holding workforce with his girlfriend and beside them, a marvellous blond female child that would change my lifespan .