Lake House Bathroom Break

The moment I stepped into the lake house for the weekend party, my eyes locked on Sarah. She was my married neighbor, thirty-eight, with sun-kissed skin, full tits straining against her thin summer dress, and that knowing smile that always made my cock twitch. The air between us crackled with years of stolen glances over the backyard fence. Her husband was already two beers deep on the dock with the guys, leaving us alone in the cool, wood-paneled living room that smelled of pine and lake water.

"Hey, Mark," she said softly, biting her lower lip as she brushed past me. "Been thinking about you since we got here. This place has too many doors... and not enough privacy."

Her words hit me like a spark. I followed her down the short hallway before I could think twice. The bathroom door clicked shut behind us. It was tiny, just a toilet, a sink, and a frosted window overlooking the water. Sarah turned, her back against the door, eyes dark with need.

"I've wanted this for so long," she whispered, reaching down to hike up her dress. No panties. Her shaved pussy glistened already, pink and slick. "Touch me, Mark. Right here."

My hands were on her in seconds. I cupped her wet pussy, sliding two fingers between her folds while she gasped. She was soaked, her clit swollen under my thumb. Sarah moaned low, grinding against my palm.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," I murmured, kissing her neck, tasting the faint sweat from the warm day. Her tits heaved as she breathed faster.

She fumbled with my shorts, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out hard, veins pulsing, the head already leaking. "God, it's bigger than I imagined," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking firmly. "I need it inside me. Now."

I spun her around, bending her over the sink. The mirror showed her flushed face, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating myself in her juices. Then I thrust in deep, burying every inch in one smooth stroke. Her tight pussy clenched around me like a hot, velvet fist.

"Oh shit... yes," Sarah gasped, pushing back to take me deeper. The wet slap of skin echoed off the tiled walls. I gripped her hips, pounding into her with steady, hard thrusts. Each one made her tits bounce and her breath hitch.

The toilet sat right beside us, lid down, a silent witness. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I fucked her. Her moans grew louder, needy. "Harder, Mark... make me cum on your cock."

I gave it to her, slamming faster. The bathroom filled with the obscene sounds—her slick pussy squelching around my dick, our ragged breathing, the faint creak of the sink under her grip. She came first, her walls pulsing wildly, milking me as a gush of wetness coated my balls. "I'm cumming... oh god, don't stop!"

Her legs shook. I pulled out, turned her to face me, and lifted one of her legs onto the toilet seat for a better angle. This time I slid back in slower, savoring how her pussy fluttered from her orgasm. We kissed messily, tongues sliding, her hands in my hair. I fucked her like that, deep and grinding, hitting that spot inside that made her whimper.

"Fill me up," she begged between kisses, her voice husky. "I want your cum dripping out of me when I go back to him."

That dirty whisper pushed me over. I thrust deep one last time, groaning as my cock throbbed and pumped thick ropes of cum straight into her married pussy. She shuddered through a second, smaller climax, her nails digging into my shoulders.

We stayed locked together, panting, my cum already starting to leak down her thigh. Sarah smiled lazily, kissing me once more. "Best bathroom break I've ever had," she whispered, adjusting her dress. "Don't be a stranger at the fence this week."

I watched her slip out first, heart still racing, the faint scent of sex lingering in the small room as I followed a minute later, already craving round two by the lake.