The summer house looked familiar, somehow. Michelle must have showed him pictures from her girls’ weekend. Or maybe it simply epitomized all that was luxury in a contemporary lake house. It was situated on a small inlet overlooking a lake mirroring trees on every shore.
But they hadn’t driven all the way to the Kawarthas for the scenery.
“Bathroom’s this way,” Michelle said, setting the latch-key down on the hall table.
Sterling followed her up the stairs. “In my day, a cabin was a shack. Just look at my parents’ old summer escape.”
“Yeah, one big room with a curtain separating the sleeping area from the kitchen.”
“And back when my grandparents bought it, all those cabins up there were the same way. They were the first black…”
“I know, I know,” Michelle smirked. “First black family on the whole lake.”
“I guess you’ve heard all my stories now,” Sterling sighed, throwing his arms around her. From behind, he grabbed her breasts and have them a good squeeze.
“About a million times, I’d say.”
Releasing her tits, he gave her a smack on the ass to lead on. “Luxury is overkill. We’ve got luxuries in the city.”
When Michelle opened the door to the master bedroom, Sterling’s jaw dropped. Floor to ceiling windows. There was hardly anywhere you could look without seeing the vast lake with its reflected trees like an upside-down Group of Seven painting.
“What was that you were saying?” Michelle teased, leading him into the lavish bathroom. “Luxury is overkill?”
The space was large. Large enough to fit the regular fixtures, plus a whirlpool tub, plus the most spectacular shower he’d ever laid eyes on. The shower door was glass. The floor and two of the four walls were made entirely of river rock. The remaining wall opposite the door was even more glass, looking out at the lake. The glass was frosted up to shoulder level so lonely boaters out on the water wouldn’t get too excited each time you took a shower.
Sterling counted five heads in total. The one hanging from the ceiling looked big enough to bathe an elephant. The other four were mounted on the river rock, two on each wall, and each of those fixtures had openings for four jets spraying in different directions.
Michelle was already down to her black lace skivvies when he looked over at her in amazement. Stepping through the glass shower door, she unhooked her bra and walked out of her panties. Naked and eager, she turned the sleek stainless steel handle to initiate a downpour. When she pressed the button next to it, all sixteen jets gushed with warm water. The steam was building up around the edges of the glass door already.
“What are you waiting for, mister?” she called, motioning her hand for him to join her.
It struck him that Michelle had never seemed more elated than she did in that moment. That would soon change. Tearing off every bit of clothing, he jumped into the shower. The hard rocks felt soft against his heels. The warm water and Michelle’s willing hands massaged his skin. Her lips were full, hot, ready to open up to him as she sank to her knees on the riverbed floor.
Jet streams pelted his chest from every direction as a rain shower fell on him from above. Michelle grasped his solid thighs. Her fingernails dug into his flesh. She took his cock in her mouth, sputtering and spewing the water that coursed down his body from that mega-shower head on high. As incredible as it felt to have her lips close around his cockhead, to thrust slowly in her mouth, to pick up the pace and drive his cock past that warm wet tongue in measured beats, he didn’t want her drowning down there.
“Get up, girl,” he growled, grabbing under her arms to lift her up and away from his cock. She ravaged him with kisses, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Sterling was a strong man. He had strong arms and strong thighs, and found no trouble keeping her suspended in mid-air. His thirsty cock still knew where to find her. Despite the water streaming from walls and ceiling, it knew the wettest place of all was between her legs. Better still, it knew how to get there. It surged forward, storming her cunt.
“Holy Christ!” she cried into his ear. She clung tight to his neck like she was afraid he’d let her fall.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
She gasped when he leaned her away from him, and dug her nails into his flesh. He flinched at the sensation, but held her safe as ever. “I’ve got you,” he repeated, holding her at arm’s length. Her ankles were entwined behind his back. “I won’t let you fall, Michelle. Do you trust me?”
She seemed to search his eyes for the answer to his own question. “You know I do.”
“Good. Then relax, sugar. Just relax.”
Her eyes focused squarely on him, putty in his arms. “I’m relaxed, baby. I’m ready.”
Holding her close, cock to cunt, he thrust his hips and she moaned. With her gentle rocking motion, Sterling increased his. Her cunt enveloped him, her every movement milked his cock and encouraged him to pump. He was so deep she cried out in that unique exclamation of pleasure that says, Don’t you dare stop now!
He thrust upwards, bending his knees and leaping cock-first into her pussy. Her body bounced away from him, her ass landing against his muscular thighs with a wet smack. Water splashed everywhere—to the sides, across their chests, even leapt up into their mouths. Their sex reminded Sterling of an amusement park ride. It was thrilling almost to the point of being frightening, but always retained a touch of the absurd.
Water from their slapping middles jumped up to land in his eye, and suddenly he realized how worn out his arms had become. Obeying the command of his body, he said, “Time to put you down.” It wasn’t worth the risk of dropping her.
“Oh,” Michelle whined as her feet touched rock bottom. “Already?”
“Now who’s the beggar?” Sterling laughed, turning her whole body around. With her palms flat against the stone wall, Michelle was in perfect position for a thorough police search. Her man didn’t have to search to find what he was looking for. Reaching around her body, he gave her tits a good squeeze.
“What’s next?” she pleaded.
“This,” he replied, coming at her from behind. His cock had no trouble finding the wetness of her cunt. It was right down there between the soft cheeks of her ass. Follow that valley until it gets good and wet, and you’re right there. Right there.
“Right there!” she grunted, thrusting back against his hips. “Yeah, you got it baby. Right there. That’s the spot!” Her accolades would have rung out across the lake without those great windows in the way.
She inched closer to the wall, pressing her forearms against the rocks. When she leaned her forehead against her hands, Sterling took her by the hips. He moved forward with her as she stood up high on her tiptoes, poised for deep penetration. Holding tight to her hips, he gave her what she wanted. He gave it to her over and over again, and she sighed and panted and growled all the while.
“Get a load of this!” Michelle exclaimed, reaching for the shower head to the right. “I never realized it was a handheld.”
Grasping the stainless steel head, she pulled it from its cradle. Sterling promptly took it from her hand. When he held the four-jet wonder against her clit she cooed and giggled, writhing against the currents. “Oh, that is so good. Is that good for you, baby?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” he whispered in her ear.
Pounding Michelle’s pussy as he sprayed her clit, Sterling grunted and moaned. As he moved the shower head in circles around her lips and thighs, the fine flows sprayed his balls as well. The gushing warmth of the water felt incredible, and he knew he would come all the faster for it. Her body rebounded and recoiled and he thrust in her. The intensity surged, energy building in the muscles of his legs and thighs.
“Oh, baby…” Michelle cried as he let the gushing water from the jets tumble over her clit. “Mmm-mmm-mmm!”
Her arousal inspired his. Though she panted and moaned and begged for mercy, the water kept right on coursing at them from all directions. When an errant jet of soft, warm water caressed his balls, he just couldn’t hold back. “Oh yeah, babygirl, you do me so good, so good, so good!” He squeezed his woman’s tits as he came inside her.
For a brief moment, he couldn’t move a muscle. He was stuck in that instant of orgasmic seizure, hoping he’d never escape. His cock throbbed in her hot, wet pussy as she turned to kiss his shoulder. He found he could move after all, but only to kiss her neck.
Even after sliding the hand-held back into its slot, they basked in the warm water coursing over and down and across their bodies. Even after they’d turned off the multiple heads and jets, they held their pose in the stone shower until the steam died down enough that they could look out across the lake.
“What did I tell you?” Michelle asked, tracing her fingertips across his forearm. “This is some shower.”
“It’s a beauty,” he agreed. “I wonder how much it would cost to install one of these babies at home, parts and labour.”
Stepping out to grab a pair of towels, she replied, “More than you have at your disposal, my good man.”
“I am good, aren’t I?” he said with a self-satisfied grin. As he watched her run plush terrycloth all over her skin, he asked her to dry him off too. “I got you all nice and wet, now you get me all nice and dry.”
“Come on,” she laughed in response. “Let’s get dressed and get out of here before somebody thinks we’re breaking and entering.”
Jumping out of the shower stall and into his clothes, he asked, “Well, aren’t we?”
She turned to him with an incredulous expression on her face, and then smiled. “Honey, did you see me break anything to get in here? I used the key.”
“Girl, we are still trespassers, key or no key,” he replied as they opened the bedroom door. They stepped out into the hallway and froze in their tracks under the surprised stares of four wide eyes.
A woman with crow’s feet and hot pink highlights walked fearlessly toward them. Observing Michelle’s dripping-wet hair, she said to her companion, “Looks like these young people had the same idea we did.”
“You must be Sarah,” Sterling said, amazed by her calm reaction.
The woman put her hand to her heart, stepping closer. “No, but thank you for the compliment. Some people say we could be sisters, but…”
“Sterling, these are Sarah’s parents,” Michelle said. “Nice to see you again.”
“Always a pleasure, Michelle,” Sarah’s dad said, inching toward Sterling with an extended hand.
Sterling had never shaken hands with a biker dude before, but there was a first time for everything. “Good to meet you.”
“I have to apologize,” Michelle interrupted. “I had no idea you two were staying here while Sarah was away.”
The parents laughed, gazing fondly at one another. “Well, Sarah doesn’t know either. I’m sure she wouldn’t be too happy with us if she found out. About as happy as she’d be knowing her friends were sneaking in to use her shower.”
The two couples stood in the hallway considering each other. There was no need for animosity among fellow trespassers. With an infectious smile, Michelle touched the woman’s arm. “It’ll be our little secret.”
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Eroticist Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 50 short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and My Mistress’ Thighs. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.