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Summer In Maine: Part 1

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Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.

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I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got

out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I
figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left.
It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads
with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they
did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing
wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running
now. Luckily we had the tourists.

I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped

into the little corner store.

"Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded

at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by
the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the
back and grabbed a soda from the cooler.

"You headed over to see Davy about work?" She

asked.

"Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses

me out of the house." I chuckled.

"Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and

we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's
on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money.
It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if
she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her."

"Sure, where is it going?" I said.

She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me

the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula
refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks
turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked
around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a
woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun
completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she
may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered
on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her
towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the
sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a
belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair
dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting
red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was
going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.

I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and

cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I
decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the
kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox.
Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left
the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at
her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold.
She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I
took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened
the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The
loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the
realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled
onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't
heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.

She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an

accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The
scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at
while she was sunbathing.

I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I

asked, curious about her accent.

"Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in

hell did you come from?" She replied.

"Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your

groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."

She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare

taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look.

"Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?"

She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned
and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up
cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around
her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts
weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended
neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly.
She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and
started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got
to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for
stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.

She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well

come on in."

I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting

down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked
under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she
was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to
wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel
to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book.

"Paula said that you have an account." I held up

my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."

She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long

blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the
trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was
busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach
towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you
already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin
turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel
back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out
straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off.

"Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said.

"Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and

I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She
replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped
into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in
front than a moment before.

"Thanks." I nodded.

"No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get

them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."

I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery.

I'm Pete."

"Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand.

"I'm Summer."

I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up

until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had
mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when
her brow went up. I felt myself blush.

"Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer

asked. I nodded.

"If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in

the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel."

"Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured,

she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my
shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.

She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and

walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the
process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the
door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared
back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo
with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it.

"Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything

left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I
opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I
heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd
pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her
hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down.
"Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"

I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting

her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I
took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle
and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under
fallen bangs.

"May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both

hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin
smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad
it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down
on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes
floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic
bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there
wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle.

"Thank you," She said softly, with a smile

"again."

"You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She

asked.

"Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out

there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want
you to burn, or worse." I said.

She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a

moment she added, "West Virginia."

"Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her

with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat
there enjoying our tea.

"You said this was on your way? Where were you

going?" Summer asked.

"I was headed down to Davy's marina down the

road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right.
He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was
going to see if he needed any help this summer."

She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down

her leg from the condensation on the bag.

"If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want

to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick
thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were
headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her
foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you
leave."

"Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.

She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just

going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled
up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this
wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white
paw."

I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the

items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too.

"I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the

bottle.

"Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often,

especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for
the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the
towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start
unrolling the bandage.

I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster

trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from
her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee
table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the
clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails
a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to
notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand
away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and
apologized.

"For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my

ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took
the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back
with a swallow of her tea.

"I should take these with food." She took her foot

off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair
preparing to get up.

"Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked.

"I was going to go see what was in those bags to

eat." She said.

"Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered

quickly.

She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than

you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward
again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back.

"I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you

like?"

"You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into

the chair. "What did you bring?"

I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a

little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I
peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey.
The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on
the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her
waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She
finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each
nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of
her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question.
She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to
cover up.

I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the

bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I
handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough.

"Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and

reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You
didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she
handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."

I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I

asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide,
she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was
only a bad sprain.

"Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at

the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said.

"Oh? You a doctor?" I asked.

"RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle

touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile.

"Sports." I said by way of explanation. She

nodded.

She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it

in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an
entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies,
anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized
by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from
it.

"How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the

truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me
the chips, and I took a few.

"What are your plans from here?" She asked.

"I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to

be when I grow up." I said chuckling.

She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel.

She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled
up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began
rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there
was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the
warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the
dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a
girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the
ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply.

"No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been

watching every movement she made.

I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No.

I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."

She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh

slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit.

"That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if

you ask me." She smirked.

"Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical

look.

She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment,

then down at my lap, and nodded.

I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled,

then busted out laughing.

"Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were

born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.

I stammered.

"Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be

embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She
reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent
a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her
dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her
eyes studying me as I tried not to look.

She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever

seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"

I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I

said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls
go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their
tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.

Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping

tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment
of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and
come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up,
and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through,
pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples
stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from
under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't
sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast.
It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my
thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she inhaled deeply, her eyes were closed
while I explored. I rolled it between my thumb and finger it was as hard as a
pencil eraser.

"That feels nice." She said softly. I stroked the

curve up to her chest, and back down between them following it around.

Time started again when I jumped back startled. I hadn't

expected it when her hand reached up and pressed against the front of my jeans.

"Oh!" She giggled. "I didn't mean to scare

you. I just thought you might enjoy a little rub too." She nodded at my
jeans. "Let me see it."

I went wide eyed like a deer in caught in headlights.

"Come on. It's only fair, you saw mine." She

urged. Her hand slid down raising the hem of her dress showing off the pink
lace panties with black lace trim. She circled the front with her finger,
pressing as she did. She reached over and took the last swallow of her tea and
caught an ice cube from the glass. Swirling it around her mouth. She opened her
mouth showing me that she was rolling the cube around with her tongue.

Without conscious thought my hands reached for my zipper to

release the pressure built up behind it. I pulled it down as she watched
intently. I unbuttoned the fly of my boxers and the pressure was gone as my
hard cock pushed its way out seeking relief.

Summer made an approving sound deep in her throat at the

sight of it. "Ooh that's nice." The ice cube clicked on her teeth and
she crushed it quickly, chewing the bits of ice. She looked up at me and made a
come hither motion with her free hand, the other still working on the pink
lace. I stepped forward as if she were drawing me towards her with an invisible
tether. She reached up slowly this time and took me gently into her hand.
Stroking the shaft and rubbing the tip with her thumb. I gasped, my breath
coming in short panting breaths. "That's it, easy now." She said in a
soothing voice, as if calming a frantic animal. "You aren't going to last
very long."

My body was humming like a taut wire as she gently stroked

me. In a move that surprised me, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
The cold sensation from her chewing the ice nearly pushed me over the top. I
gasped. She licked my cock like a kid with an ice cream cone, her icy tongue
dragging away at me. I knew I was about to cum, and she did too. She stepped up
the pace of her licking, and took me into her mouth once more sliding down
further until I lost it. I felt my hips jerk forward and she put her hand on my
thigh to keep me from choking her. I grabbed for the first thing at hand, and
it happened to be the back of her head, and I erupted. My body stiffened as I
gasped for air. I felt as if she was drawing me inside out. I exploded in her
mouth, her tongue cleaning up the mess I'd made.

"Is that the first time a girl has done that to

you?" She asked softly, lapping my still hard cock. I nodded between
gasping breaths.

"You poor thing. Have you ever thought of what it would

be like to lick a girl down there?" She asked innocently. I looked down to
find her fingers had slipped into the panties and were making deep circular
motions. I had to think, because if I hadn't before now, I certainly was
beginning to. She kept darting her tongue out, giving me soft licks and quick
flicks with her tongue and thought I could do that.

She stood up awkwardly not putting her weight on her bad

ankle, and reached up beneath her sundress tugging at the fabric. Soon her
panties were around her knees. She turned and tossed the towel onto the chair
and spread it out.

"Oh screw it." She said pushed down the fabric of

her sundress as it slid over her hips. She sat down pushing her dress and
panties off and tossed them on the couch. She leaned back on the chair as I
watched her chest rise and fall with her slow deep breathing. My eyes followed
down her taut stomach, a small silver heart dangled from her belly button on a
chain. My eyes scanned further down and found the top of her little narrow
strip, the soft tuft of dark blonde hair leading to deep pink lips. I stood
there with my mouth hanging open as she set her leg back up on the coffee
table, opening up a little more for me. I licked my dry lips, which must have
been a sign.

"That's what I like to see. A willing student."

She smiled and winked at me. "Grab a pillow and kneel down. I'll give you
a quick lesson on the special anatomy of a girl." She chuckled. I did as
she asked and knelt before her. She proceeded to point out the highlights
softly, in an encouraging voice. Explaining how best to please a woman down
there.

I leaned forward, my nose filling with the scent of her. I

reached forward licking upward between her spread fingers. She let out a deep
sigh and I began licking and nibbling. I tilted my head up and began swirling
her clit with my tongue like she'd done to my cock. She threw her head back and
her jaw dropped as a low moan escaped her lips.

She panted quickly. "Slip your finger inside me, and

make a come here motion." She mimed it with one finger.

I did as she asked, slipping my middle finger into her as

far as I could. It was wet, and warm and I could feel her tighten down on me. I
started off slowly stroking in and out of her, then remembered how she'd shown
me and I rubbed up and forward and back again. I had forgotten what I was doing
and noticed she'd reached down to start stroking her clit with incredible
speed. I leaned down putting my tongue to it again, and began flicking it with
my tongue as fast as I could. Summer arched up off the chair and began yelling,
'Oh my God.' She stayed that way for nearly a minute before collapsing back
into the chair gasping for air. My hand was soaked with her juices. I wasn't
sure, but I figured I'd done well. I used the corner of the towel to wipe my
hand. I looked at her swollen, wet and deep pink lips and just leaned forward
and began lapping up the mess she'd made, slowly with the tip of my tongue. She
inhaled sharply and her legs came together quickly.

"Easy there." She said pushing my head away

gently. "It's very sensitive after." She released the grip she had of
my hair and ran her fingers through it. She was just looking at me smiling
while I licked my lips.

"So how did I do teach?" I asked.

She chuckled. "I'd say you did pretty damn well for a

first-timer. I'll give you an A plus for effort and an A for technique."
She smiled. I was hard as a rock, and wondered if I was going to be allowed to
follow through with the next thing that came to my mind.

"Are you a typical young guy with a raincoat in your

wallet?" She asked, reading my mind. I looked at her with my quizzical
look again. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. I sighed looking down,
and shook my head slowly. I got a slightly scolding look in reply. I wasn't
sure if it was because I didn't have one, or that she was unhappy about it as
well.

"Get up." She said giving a slight push to my

forehead. I leaned back and stood in a single motion. I nearly fell over
backwards when I realized I still had both legs caught with my jeans around my
knees. Summer leaned forward to grab my arm and help me balance. She nodded
down at them and without saying a word let me know that I should get them off.
She gripped my hand solidly and pulled herself carefully out of the chair and
hobbled a step aside. She reached down taking the rumpled beach towel off the
chair and flipped it in half and lay it on the center cushion of the sofa. She
turned me back to and gave me a push so I fell back onto it.

"Don't move." She said leveling a serious gaze at

me. She hobbled back off to the bedroom. A little rustling later she came back
with something closed in her fist. She pulled the coffee table up close and sat
gently on the edge of it facing me.

"First things first. It's never her responsibility to

make sure you're prepared." She said holding up a little foil packet.
"If you aren't prepared, then keep it in your pants, or her hand if you're
lucky enough." She smiled. "The only time it'll be up to her to help
is now. If she'd like to." She reached forward and began slowly stroking
me, her fingers firm and soft at the same time. "You see, you can't wrap
the rascal unless he's primed and ready." She smiled. "I'll show you
how best to use this so you don't end up a daddy too soon, or worse."

I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"Hey, we can stop right now if you like." She said

levelly at me. The shock on my face must have been plain as day. "That's
what I thought." She smiled and looked down at my hard cock. "I'd
hate to stop now myself." She peeled the wrapper down the side pulling out
the little ring. She held it close for me to see. "See how it's rolled up?
Place it with the rolled side up over the tip like this." She reached
holding my cock in one hand and setting the condom on the tip. "Unroll
gently down the shaft like this." She said sliding her fingers down my
shaft unrolling it fully. "All the way down. That's important since she's
not going to want to fish the thing out of her if it comes off in the middle of
your good time. It also makes it pretty useless if that happens." She gave
the base of my cock a little squeeze. She pulled my knees together, and stood
up kneeling on the sofa straddling me.

"This is a good position for us to start with. It gives

a woman the ability to control the depth and speed with which you entering her.
Missionary isn't bad, but if you get a little over zealous it can end up
hurting her. If you want to her to ever want you back in her again then it's
best to make sure she has a good time too." She said reaching down between
us she ran her finger up and down her swollen lips.

"Remember to open her gently beforehand, the more care

you take with her, the more likely she'll be calling you for more." She
sat up, and lined herself up over my cock and took my shoulders as I took her
by the hips. She looked down at me for a moment, one eyebrow going up.

"Oh." I said reaching between us and stroking her

still wet lips placing fingers on either side and gently opening her up. As I
did she lowered herself on me. The sigh that escaped my lips was loud. I nearly
passed out from the feeling of the warmth and tightness, as she slowly rode the
entire way down my length. A soft purr came from her throat.

She sat there for a moment and proceeded to just tighten

herself around me and relax. I started pushing urgently with my hips.

"Easy does it." She whispered into my ear then

licked her way down nibbling the lobe and kissing my neck. "A woman's
nipples are very sensitive, and shouldn't be neglected." She took my hand
and ran it up to her small breast. Lifting it away slightly and rubbing her
nipple with my fingers. She bit her lower lip as I took the hint and stroked
her breasts and rolled the nipples between my fingers. I leaned forward taking
it in my mouth rolling it around, lashing it with my tongue. Summer sighed
deeply and rolled her hips forward and started rising up and lowering herself
on me. My other hand found its way behind her gripping her ass and pulling her
down onto me with each stroke. She started a long deep stroking rhythm that I
thought was going to drive me over the top again. She must have noticed my
urgency as my hips rose to meet her down stroke hard. She stopped on an
upstroke and let me slip out of her and I thought I was going to die when my
eyes popped open pleading with her. She smiled at me.

"What's your hurry? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

She said sweetly.

I nodded furiously. "Yes I am." I gasped.

"Good. The journey can be as much fun as the

destination, so take your time." She got off the couch. I looked at her
pleading with her not to stop now. "Let's see how well you
improvise." She said.

She turned around and knelt down on the pillow that was on

the floor, and leaned forward setting her elbows on the chair she was sitting
in before. Her beautiful ass, up in the air her lips open and pouting in
invitation. I scrambled off the couch and knelt behind her, nearly ready to
drive my cock into her when I paused and opened her up slipping back into her

She whipped her hair over one shoulder and looked at me over

the other. "You're in the drivers' seat now. It's going to be up to you to
be aware of the clues a girl is giving you. If she's pulling away from you,
you're fucking her to hard. If she's pushing against you, well she wants you to
put the pedal to the metal, so to speak." I pushed forward feeling myself
fall into her and never wanting to leave. I began pushing and she met me stroke
for stroke as I sped up. I couldn't take it any longer. Summer let out several
long high pitched moans followed by a gasping, 'Harder!' and I went into
overdrive. Plunging her depths with abandon I finally drove her forward hard,
pushing her hips against the chair as I exploded. I stiffened as I felt every
ounce of strength drain from my body. Summer shuddered hard in my hands
bringing me out of my daze.

"Are you okay?" I gasped between breaths.

She rose up slightly, hair a complete mess covering her

face. She started to laugh, gasping for air. "I was just thinking, this
vacation started off lousy, but it's improving nicely."

I chuckled. "Welcome to Maine, Vacationland." She

busted out laughing at that. I backed away falling free of her, the cool breeze
came in from the screen, cooling the sweat on my skin.

"Let's get cleaned up." She stood shakily, with

the help of the arms of the chair. I stood as well. She turned and slipped an arm
around my shoulders. "Help me to the bathroom, would you please?" I
looked at her, and turned slightly and reached down picking her up off the
floor. She let out a whoop of surprise. "I only needed a shoulder to lean
on honestly." She said smiling.

"So lean on it." I said smiling. I negotiated the

narrow path to the bathroom and brought her in careful not to bang her against
the doorjamb. I set her on a little stool next to a big claw foot bathtub.

"Let me get that." Summer reached over and popped

up a tissue and reached up sliding the condom off of me and wrapping it and
tossing it in the trash. She looked up at me, her hair still a mess. I reached
down pushing it off her forehead. She smiled. "Grab a washcloth for me,
would you please?" She nodded at a small shelf, and I took one down and
handed it to her. She reached over to the bath running water onto it and a
little squirt of her bath gel. She frothed it up and began washing herself off.
She rinsed and repeated. She dried herself with another towel hanging from the
bar. She looked up at me from under her bangs, scanning down.
"Really?" She said in a resigned voice as she saw that I was once
again ready.

I shrugged. "The benefit of youth?"

She laughed. "I guess!"

She rinsed the cloth again and began gently washing me with

it. The cool water and warm hands were soothing but not doing a thing for the
fact that it was loaded and ready to go yet again.

"Would you hand me that light blue bottle there."

She asked. She poured a small amount into her palm and set the bottle aside.
She rubbed the oil between her hands and rubbed it between her legs oiling
herself up. The sight of this was not doing me any good either. A crooked smirk
spread across her face as she watched me watching her in fascination.

She reached up with her oily hand and began stroking my

shaft. The hardness slipping through her firm grip with little friction. The
other hand began fondling my balls. They were already tight, and ready to go
again. She slid her hand further under and began massaging me underneath in a
tight circle. The feeling blew my mind as I couldn't contain myself and came
hard, with a loud splatter, on Summer's chest.

"Not sure if it's good for burns, but I've heard it

does wonders for the skin." She said, leaning forward cleaning the last
few drops off with her tongue. She then used her cloth to wipe up the cum I'd
splashed on her chest.. I just watched her, her movements so graceful and
efficient.

She looked up at me with a smirk. "Pete, how would you

like to give me a hand for a couple weeks while this ankle heals?"

My eyebrows went up. "How?" I asked.

"The usual mow the lawn, grocery runs, cleaning, maybe

even an occasional turkey sandwich. It'll allow me to keep off this as much as
possible and not feel like I'm an invalid. I'll warn you now though it's not
only doctors that make lousy patients."

It was my turn to smirk. "What's it pay?" I asked

wiggling my eyebrows.

Her mouth dropped open. "You little shit! I'm not

hiring you to be a gigolo!" She laughed. "But there's always the
possibility of a bonus. I could continue your lessons. Practice makes perfect
they say." She smiled at that.

"I don't know." I said, my spent cock hanging

inches from her lips. Oh I knew alright, but I played along. "I'll have to
see what Davy has to offer this year. Those rich folks that come in to fill up
can be pretty good tippers too."

She raised an eyebrow at me again. "Okay if you'd

rather work for him I'll understand." She said in mock resignation. She
stood on her good foot, testing the floor with her bad. I instinctively wrapped
my arm around her waist.

"You drive a hard bargain." I said pulling her to

my side so she could put her arm over my shoulder.

She looked me up and down me and smiled. "This vacation

isn't turning out bad at all."

To be continued in part 2, by Member389 for Literotica

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