I have great plans for my lake. A little dredging, a deepening of the channel that feeds it and the two that drain it, a new jetty and boathouse and it will be quite something.
Right now, it has a very ancient wooden dinghy moored under the jetty. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d never find it.
It’s obviously hand-made, long ago, by someone who really knew wood. When my renovations are complete I will have it restored I think.
I pulled it from its hiding place, and found the interior bone dry. There was even a green padded waterproof mattress-type thing lying across the bottom. (I’m sure such things have proper names, but I don’t know what they are.) a single paddle rested in two clips on one side and that was that. At one time, it had been beautifully varnished, but those days were long ago. Only patches of it remain, but it does look like it has promise in the hands of a decent woodworker.
I climbed aboard and pushed off from the jetty and just let it drift towards the centre of the lake. Time slows right down when you’re on a boat. I spent a week aboard a canal boat recently and once you get used to 4mph being ‘fast’, and your teeth stop itching, life at that pace is really relaxing.
And so, once the boat had come to a stop, pretty much in the middle of the lake, I lay myself down on the mattress and gave up at 93 million miles of sky. Of course, I had to masturbate. I slipped my t-shirt, skirt and panties off and lay there (unromantically) in my socks and trainers. For a brief moment, I made a plan that when everything is restored, I may well leave my clothes in the boathouse. Being ‘trapped’ naked out here in the boat is very alluring.
It seemed sensible to put my feet on the sides of the boat. (Gunwales?) and went to work. Miss Brain had no particular fantasy in mind, and I closed my eyes, just listening to the buzz of the dragonflies…..when one alighted on my right nipple. It flew off almost immediately, but what a thrill!
Finally, Miss brain settled on something. I’ve sometimes wondered about how it might be to be invisible. In this fantasy, I have to be Buck-naked myself, and once divested of clothes, a brief magical incantation renders me invisible. And protected thus, I walk through my woodland. In one of the walkers’ huts, a married couple are fucking. She is bending forward gripping the lower edge of a chainsaw-cut ‘window’, awhile he pounds her from behind. Enticingly, her panties are stretched tight between her knees and my invisible self can see how worked up she got walking here with him. I can kneel, unseen, in front of her and lean in to inhale her scent. When he cums inside her, a drip or two of semen falls onto my tongue.
In another hut, two teenagers are kissing passionately, tongues entwined. She has his cock out and he has his hand in her panties. What I sense in their sexual auras is how desperately both of them want to fuck, yet they dare not. This denied lust crackles between them like electricity. She turns him so he is facing her and with her unused hand, she tugs her panties forward and down a little. “Cum in my panties.” He doesn’t. This is the first time he’s seen the neatly trimmed pubic hair his fingers have felt so often. He looks down and sees her clit poking out between two swollen labia. He shoots his load hard and it lands on her pubes, running down into the crotch of her panties. She sees it and feels his semen touching her clit and sends her over. As she convulses, she guides his cock between her legs. Whether it actually goes inside her, I can’t see, but what I do know is he is still ejaculating as the tip of his cock gets perilously close to her hole.
The next hut has a lone girl in it. She has waited until she is sure the last of the students has passed by, and then she’s waited a further ten minutes, just to be certain. She listens intently. Naturally, she can’t see me, even though I’m standing in front of her. She undoes her PE skirt. It falls to the floor revealing dark green panties. She tugs them down, grimacing at the mess in the crotch, but she doesn’t let them fall onto the dusty floor. She holds them in her hand and then, eyes closed, inhales her scent. This is followed by a kiss, then a lick of her own wetness. A hand reaches between her legs. I notice she is smooth, carefully and frequently shaven. Another deep inhalation, then a whispered “Oh Jackie….i wish these were yours.” She is silent for a moment although her hand doesn’t stop moving. I have no doubt her brain is firmly focused on the object of her desire…this Jackie. I know only too well what it is to have an adolescent crush on another girl.
I see a finger disappear inside her. “Oh Jackie…yess….finger me.” Again, I fall to my invisible and wide spread knees before her. She is so wet! I can smell her and it wouldn’t take much I think for me to taste her either. Her pace increases as she smells what are now firmly in her mind Jackie’s panties. “Finger my cunt, you fucking bitch!” At the moment of her orgasm, she thrusts her hips forward and using two fingers, spreads her labia wide apart. She ejaculates…right into my invisible mouth. I’m so attuned to her, I can smell her…I can taste her. As she grunts and groans, and utters expletive after expletive, I swallow her cum which, I’m certain, is mixed with her pee.
In my boat, I orgasm violently, my body feels every breath of air, I am naked to the skies, and loving every moment of it.
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