Summer In the Ozarks: Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Summer In the Ozarks: Chapter Two

... about, and even less people used, far away from the boat docks and desirable places used by those who wanted to fish. Large, jagged rocks could be found several yards from the shore, making swimming a risk. It was a path used mostly by young people who wanted to party, but only at night. During the daylight hours there were hardly ever any visitors, leaving them entirely to themselves. “What’s the name of the lake?” Silvia asked, once she was certain they were far enough from mankind. They could no longer hear the passing cars or trucks on the road except for a distant whisper. The few boats that skimmed across the lake were far off in the distance, searching for the best places to drop their fishing line without the bottom of their boat being torn to shreds. “Believe it or not, it’s called Beaver Lake,” he offered with amusement. Silvia dropped her hand to her crotch, knowing his eyes were upon her, watching her every step as her hips swayed back and forth in an almost hypnotic manner. The fact that she was without a bra and wore a button-down shirt and cut-off jean shorts that almost revealed her soft, fleshy globes only helped to make certain that she constantly had his undivided attention. “Um,” she cooed like a purring kitten, slowly sliding her fingers beneath her waistband to the soft, gentle curls beneath. “I like that name.” As they made small chit-chat to pass the time and enjoyed their walk in nature, the path gradually became grown over and the trees above began ...

... to block out the sun. It took only a few minutes before the path had disappeared completely, leaving them at the very edge of what seemed to be a wilderness. Silvia stopped suddenly without warning. Cal was so close behind her that he didn’t have any time to react. Instead, he came to a halt only when his body was pressed up against her back. “What’s wrong?” he whispered into her ear. He had heard rumors of wildcats in the area. He had never seen one for himself, but he still wanted to err on the side of caution. “Nothing, lover,” she offered in a seductive voice. She leaned back and, finding his hands, drew them up to her body. She guided them to her breasts and squeezed his hands. He leaned forward and placed his chin on her shoulder. He knew exactly what she wanted. He gently began to squeeze her large globes, teasing the unprotected nips with his fingers. They rose to points beneath the fabric. She moaned as her head lolled to one side, and he began to gently kiss her neck, filling her with desire. “Yes,” she whispered as she controlled his hands with her own, feeling the warmth begin to rise between her legs once more. She squeezed his hands, showing him where to squeeze her mounds, tweaking her sensitive nipples. She gasped out loud with a deep moan, enjoying the sensation of her breasts being fondled, molded, and played with. She slowly released his hands now that he understood what she wanted and how to do it, and slowly, one by one, opened the buttons of her shirt. ...