Lake House Reunion

The moment I saw her standing on the dock in that thin white sundress, every old ache roared back to life. Sarah. My Sarah. The woman who'd walked out of my life five years ago after a brutal fight that left us both raw. Now here she was at her family's lake house, the same place we'd once fucked like animals every weekend. The summer air smelled of pine and water, cicadas buzzing loud enough to cover a moan. My cock twitched just watching the breeze press the fabric against her nipples.

"I didn't know you were coming," she said, voice low and unsteady as I stepped closer. Her green eyes flicked down my body, lingering on the bulge already straining my shorts.

"Mark called me. Said you needed help closing up the place before the storm." I stopped inches away, close enough to smell her coconut sunscreen and that faint musk that always drove me insane. "Didn't expect to find you looking like this."

"Like what?" She tilted her head, lips parted. The tension crackled between us, thick as the humid air.

"Like you still want me to bend you over and fuck you senseless."

Her breath hitched. Without another word she grabbed my shirt and yanked me into a kiss that tasted like years of regret and fresh hunger. Our tongues slid together, desperate. My hands roamed down her back, cupping her ass through the thin dress. She moaned into my mouth, pressing her hips against my hardening cock.

We barely made it inside. The screen door slammed behind us as I lifted her onto the kitchen counter, the same one we'd christened before. Her dress rode up, revealing she wasn't wearing panties. Her shaved pussy glistened already, pink and swollen.

"God, you're soaked," I growled, sliding two fingers along her slit. She gasped, legs spreading wider.

"Shut up and fuck me, Jake. I need it now." Her voice was hoarse, urgent. She reached down and freed my cock, stroking the thick shaft with familiar confidence. Precum beaded at the tip, and she smeared it over her clit, circling fast.

I pushed her thighs apart, lined up, and thrust deep in one stroke. Her tight pussy clenched around me like a fist, hot and dripping. "Fuck... still so perfect," I groaned, starting to pound her hard. The counter creaked beneath us. Each thrust made wet slapping sounds that echoed through the quiet lake house.

Sarah's tits bounced under the dress. I yanked the straps down, sucking one nipple into my mouth while I drove into her. She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders. "Harder... don't stop... I've missed this cock so much."

The storm outside picked up, wind rattling the windows, masking her loud moans. I flipped her around, bending her over the counter. Her juicy ass jiggled as I slammed back inside from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her cheek lightly. She pushed back to meet every thrust, pussy fluttering around my dick.

"Yes... right there... fuck my pussy just like that," she panted. Her juices ran down her thighs. I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. Her legs started shaking.

She came first, walls pulsing hard, squirting a little against my balls. The sensation pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt. We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, sweat slicking our skin.

Later we moved to the bedroom, slower this time. I laid her on the big four-poster bed overlooking the dark lake and ate her creampie out while she writhed and begged. Then she rode me reverse, ass bouncing, tits in my hands, until we both shattered again.

Morning light filtered through the curtains. I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. Sarah stood by the window in my t-shirt, hair messy, legs still slightly shaky. She handed me a mug, cheeks pink when our fingers brushed.

"Last night..." she started, biting her lip.

"Wasn't enough," I finished, pulling her onto my lap. We sipped in silence, stealing heated glances, the tension already building again as the lake sparkled outside.