The Dock at Dusk

「また見てる」

Maya’s voice cut through the hum of the lake-house generator, and I didn’t even bother to look away from her ass. She was bent over the cooler, fishing out a beer, the thin cotton of her sundress pulling tight across the curve of it. That firm, round swell that had been driving me insane all weekend.

“Can you blame me?” I said.

She straightened, turned, and caught me dead to rights. A slow smile spread across her face. That smile meant trouble.

“You know what I was thinking?” She walked toward me, beer in hand, hips doing that little sway she knew I couldn’t resist. “We’ve been together three years. We’ve done it in the car, in the shower, against the kitchen counter at your mom’s house.”

“My mom’s house is off-limits, we agreed.”

“We agreed to never talk about it again, not to never do it again.” She stopped inches from me, close enough that I could smell the sunscreen and the lake on her skin. “I want to try something new.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

She turned around, presenting her back to me, and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark, playful. “I want you to fuck me on the dock. Right there, at the end, where the water laps over the wood. And I want you to be rough about it.”

The beer bottle nearly slipped from my hand.

“Maya, anyone could see—”

“There’s no one for miles. I checked.” She reached back and found my hand, guided it to the small of her back, then lower, until my palm cupped the firm globe of her ass through the dress. She pressed back against me. “Come on, Jake. Don’t be a chicken.”

The word “chicken” did something to me. I squeezed, hard, and she let out a little gasp.

“You’re going to regret that,” I said.

“I’m counting on it.”

The walk to the end of the dock was maybe forty feet. It felt like a mile. The wooden planks were warm under my bare feet, still holding the day’s heat. The lake was glassy, reflecting the orange and pink of the dying sun. Maya walked ahead of me, and I watched her ass move under that thin dress, the way the fabric shifted with each step. She knew I was watching. She was showing off.

At the end of the dock, she stopped and turned. The water lapped at the pilings below us. She reached up, grabbed the hem of her sundress, and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were already hard, nipples tight in the cooling air. But it was the bottoms that got me. A simple black thong, nothing more.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

I didn’t answer. I just closed the distance between us, grabbed her waist, and spun her around. She let out a surprised laugh that turned into a moan when I pressed my body against hers, my cock already straining against my shorts, grinding into the soft firmness of her ass.

“You wanted rough,” I said, my mouth against her ear.

“I wanted you.”

I pulled the thong aside. She was already wet. I could feel the slick heat of her against my fingers as I traced along her slit, and she bucked back against me, hungry for it.

“Please, Jake. Stop teasing.”

I unbuttoned my shorts one-handed, shoved them down just enough to free my cock. It was aching, hard, leaking a bead of precum. I rubbed the head against her, coating it in her slickness, and she whimpered.

“Do it,” she breathed. “Fuck me.”

I grabbed her hips, angled myself, and drove in. She cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that echoed across the water. Her pussy was tight, hot, gripping me like a fist. I pulled back almost all the way, then slammed in again, and she braced herself against a dock post, taking it, her back arching.

“Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes, just like that.”

I set a brutal rhythm. My hands found her waist, then slid up to grip her shoulders, pulling her back against each thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together was obscene, mixing with the lapping water and her broken moans. Her ass was perfect — firm, round, flexing with every impact, and I couldn’t stop watching it, the way it rippled each time I buried myself inside her.

“You feel so good,” I grunted. “So fucking tight.”

“Then fuck me harder.”

I did. I leaned over her, my chest against her back, one hand snaking around to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. The other hand found her clit, slick and swollen, and I rubbed it in tight circles while I pounded into her.

She came undone. Her whole body shuddered, her pussy clenching around me so hard I saw stars. She screamed something incoherent into the dusk, and that was it. I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came, pumping into her, wave after wave, my own groan lost in the lap of the water.

We stood there for a long moment, panting, tangled together. Her head fell back against my shoulder.

“Well,” she finally said, her voice hoarse. “That’s one way to break in the new place.”

I laughed, breathless, and pulled out slowly. She turned around, her face flushed, a strand of hair stuck to her forehead. She looked wrecked. Beautiful.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I said.

Her eyes widened. “Jake, we just—”

I grabbed her hand and led her to the edge of the dock. “The water’s warm.”

“You’re insane.”

「あなた、これが好きなんでしょ。」

She looked at me, then at the water, then back at me. A slow smile spread across her face.

“Race you.”

CATEGORIES: [Firm ass, Lake House, Rough sex, Just the Two of Us, Outdoor fucking]