It was 1983 and the summer between my sophomore and junior year in high school day. As it got started, it seemed like 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 most of my weekends off at a brother's lake house fishing.



In recent June, my buddy and I left to go sportfishing and spend the weekend at his lake house. We had spent nearly of Saturday sunup on the water 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 build out what she was doing with my chum. He was a class untested than me and she was going into her senior yr. She was very attractive with a marvelous slender torso and long gloomy whisker. She was in the Ag-program at her school and was kind of a cowgirl. She always wore boots, blind drunk denim that showed off her ass and western shirts with the top couple clit open that gave a hint of what was underneath.



I was now a third wheel and didn't really form we'd be doing much fishing for the quietus of the day. She wanted to call for the boat out and do some tube and we decided it might be a nice gaolbreak from the heat of the good afternoon. She changed into her bathing costume and put on shorts and a t-shirt over it. I had never seen her in anything but horse opera dress so seeing her in some Daisy Dukes was a really overnice surprise. She had long dark legs and circle B cup boobs that were perfective for her cut frame.



Once on the urine, she stripped off the shorts and shirt revealing her Theodore Harold White crochet two-piece that didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. I was gladiola for the sunglasses I had on because they allowed me to stare at her without looking like I was staring. The holes in the fabric were small but just turgid enough to see some peel underneath. She put on the spirit jacket crown and jumped into the piss to take her bout on the tube. We took it easy on her at first by running the boat in a straight person line and not trying to throw her off. She kept yelling for us to go faster so my brother turned the gravy boat sharply swinging her out where she caught a wave and took a wicked looking tumble across the water. As we pulled up to her, she told us her keister 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 boat and we told her we would help her in and not wait. We each took a hand and pulled her into the boat, naked from the waist down. She told us to take care away but what teenage boy wasn't going to glint. Once in the sauceboat, she reached over to seize her boxershorts and I got a glance of her tight round ass and the gap between her thighs revealing the rim of her snatch. She turned around holding the drawers in front of her and asked us not to bet while she put them on. We did as we were told and as she was standing on one leg with the other in her shorts, a big wave hit the side of the sauceboat causing her to precipitate in the floor. We both turned around to find her laying there on her back with her wooden leg overspread trying to get back to her invertebrate foot. I reached out and helped her up taking in the image of her slit. It was only the mo time I had seen one. She had more whisker than Rebecca, but I could still throw out her slit with a little garden pink showing between her backtalk. She thanked me and looked a little embarrassed as I turned to set aside her to put her short pants back on. She told us we could call on back around after her shorts were on and as we did, she took off the life history jacket. Her now wet albumen bikini top allowed her hard nipples to shew through and as she walked past me to get to the presence of the gravy holder for the ride back, I could see the brown skin of her pap through the crocheted fabric. The ride back to the bobtail was kind of rough and I watched as her small circle breast bounced with each waving we hit. My tool began to suffer, and I wished we were going home that night.



When we got back to the house, we ate some hot hot dog and look out TV. After having to find out them reach out throughout the flick, 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 fish the next forenoon. I woke up around 4:45 with a raging hard on and sentiment of the image I had seen the afternoon before. I began rubbing myself and could just tell this was a erection that wasn't going away on its own. Since I had about xlv minutes before I had to get up, I decided I might just need to take 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 room, I noticed the two of them asleep on the couch. They must experience fallen asleep during the movie and been there all dark. 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 elbow room that didn't have a lock on the doorway. I shrugged my berm and figured they were both out like a light and it wouldn't bring me any fourth dimension to cum once I got started. I climbed back onto the bed and positioned myself on my genu in the middle with my towel underneath me. I picked up the clip and noticed it was the college edition which was sure to sustain some"girl next door"eccentric models. As I thumbed through it, I found a example that looked very similar to Ashleigh and I laid it down against the pillow, put some oil on my hired man and began stroking my already punishing dick. I stared at the mag in the dim light of the lamp in the way as I stroked my cock imaging it was her doing it.



I caught a coup d'oeil of movement and to my horror, saw Ashleigh looking through the now slightly open door watching me. I grabbed the towel and covered myself up and whispered harshly"what the infernal region are you doing"! I was shocked when she stepped into the room and closed the doorway behind her. She whispered for me not to stop. I whispered back for her to go away and she just walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She said she thought it was only average that she get to see mine since I had seen her. She said she had never seen a boy's cock except in photo and had certainly never seen one jacking off before. She said she liked what she saw and wanted me to keep 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 battlefront of her. I'd had my tool touched, stroked and sucked by Rebecca but I had never had anyone picket 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 slipperiness from my helping hand and onto the bed. I was now completely naked in front of her and looking at her staring at my heavy cock.



She asked me to stroke it some more and I reached down and took it in my paw squeezing it at the base. I ran my paw down the shaft to my header and stopped before slowly stroking it again. I noticed her heart let out and I looked down to see a great drop hanging from my fountainhead. 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 digit and looked closely at it. She rubbed it between her finger's breadth and thumb before putting her finger into her mouth and licking it off. She told me it tasted good and asked if there would be any Thomas More. I told her there might be, but I was pretty sure 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 match it. I stopped and moved my mitt 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 gruelling at the same prison term. I put my hands 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 slow, holding it very softly as she moved her manus up and down my shaft. As she began to be active her deal faster, she tightened her grip and I could feel my climax coming. After a yoke minutes, my whole body jerked as my first spasm hit me and I shot a expectant rope of cum which almost hit her in the facial expression. She gasped and pulled her head back but didn't stop and simply pointed my cock down at the towel as I shot respective more declamatory ropes into a big puddle in straw man of her.



She looked at me and smiled and her W. C. Handy piece of work and asked if there was always that much. I told her yes as she looked back down at the puddle 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 drug abuse of tasting my cum. That was just a bit of a white lie as I had tasted my cum on Rebecca's backtalk when she kissed me after giving me headway. She then dipped her finger and thumb into it and pulled them back out with a declamatory ball that strung down off them. She it was both sticky and slippery and then brought it to her lips, stuck her tongue out and let some drip into her mouth. 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 in again and then licked it sportsmanlike saying she definitely liked it. She then got up, gave me a devilish smile and quietly left the 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 aurora and headed plate 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 morning. If it had been, he never said anything about it. A couple week later, my buddy talked me into taking him to the center 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 girlfriend and one of her acquaintance at the colonnade. I had been set up and was variety of mad about it. When we got to the colonnade, he went straight in to see if they were there and I heard a voice call y gens. I turned around to see Ashleigh and some of her friends walking towards me. We talked for just a minute and when I told her why I was there, she said she would let me go and looked at me with that same devilish 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 break of day. I heard my name again and turned to see my buddy walking up holding hands with his girlfriend and beside them, a marvellous blond girl that would change my life .