Barefoot on the Dock

I noticed her feet before anything else. She was sitting on the dock at the lake house I’d rented for the week, and her bare feet were dangling in the water, toes flexing against the current. The rest of her—dark hair pulled into a messy knot, a loose tank top, cutoffs that rode high on her thighs—was gorgeous, but it was her feet that made my mouth go dry.

“You’re staring,” she said without turning around.

“Sorry.” I laughed, walking closer. “I’m Cole. I didn’t know anyone else was here.”

“Maya.” She finally looked over her shoulder. “The owner’s my cousin. She said the place was empty, so I’m squatting for the weekend.”

“Looks like we’re both squatters.”

She smiled, and it hit me like a shot of whiskey. “Come sit. The water’s warm.”

I dropped onto the dock beside her, close enough to feel the heat off her skin. She had this lazy confidence, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her feet were still in the water, and I couldn’t stop watching them.

“You keep looking at them like that,” she said, “I’m gonna think you’ve got a thing.”

“Maybe I do.”

She pulled her feet out, water dripping off her toes, and rested them on my thigh. The touch shot straight through me. Her skin was cool and slick, and she wiggled her toes against the fabric of my shorts.

“Is that okay?” she asked, voice dropping.

“Yeah.” It came out rough. “That’s more than okay.”

She shifted closer, and I got the full scent of her—lake water, sunscreen, something sweet underneath. Her foot slid higher on my thigh, and I felt my cock twitch against the pressure.

“You’re already hard,” she murmured, a smile curling her lips. “That’s cute.”

I grabbed her ankle, gently, and her smile widened. “You don’t know what you’re starting.”

“Show me.”

I pulled her foot up to my mouth and kissed the arch. She let out a soft breath, her toes curling. I worked my way down to her heel, then back up, taking her big toe between my lips and sucking. She tasted like lake water and salt, and the sound she made—a low, throaty moan—sent blood rushing south.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “That’s good.”

I moved my other hand up her calf, over her knee, under the frayed edge of her cutoffs. Her skin was hot now, goosebumps breaking out under my touch. She leaned back on her palms, arching her chest, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin tank top.

“Stand up,” I said.

She did, and I pulled her shorts down in one motion. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Her pussy was bare, glistening, and she stepped out of the shorts without breaking eye contact.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

I answered by pulling her onto the dock, flat on her back. The wood was warm from the sun, and she gasped when I settled between her legs. I kissed my way up her inner thigh, slow, teasing, until she grabbed my hair.

“Don’t make me beg,” she said.

“I like hearing you beg.”

She pulled my mouth to her cunt, and I licked her, long and flat, from her entrance to her clit. She tasted incredible—sweet and sharp, like nothing I’d ever had. Her hips bucked, and I held her down, driving my tongue into her, flicking her clit until she was shaking.

“Cole—fuck, right there—don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I sucked her clit between my lips and pressed two fingers inside her, curling them. She came with a cry, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body tense and trembling.

Before she could recover, I pulled my shorts down and positioned myself at her entrance. She grabbed my cock, slick and hard, and guided me in. We both groaned as I sank into her, wet and tight, and I held still for a second, feeling her pulse around me.

“Move,” she breathed. “Please.”

I fucked her hard, the dock creaking under us, the lake lapping at the posts. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, and I buried my face in her neck, tasting sweat and sunscreen.

“You feel so good,” I grunted.

“Faster. Don’t you dare slow down.”

I slammed into her, the rhythm breaking apart, and she came again with a scream, her nails raking down my back. I followed seconds later, spilling inside her, my whole body shuddering.

She lay there, panting, and then laughed, breathless.

“That was—” She pushed hair off her face. “We’re doing that again. Tonight.”

I rolled off her, pulling her close. “Your feet are gonna be the death of me.”

She grinned, wiggling her toes against my calf. “Good.”