The Lakefront Property

Mark was out and about running errands. He was tired, he was hungry. He wasn't sure of what he was hungry for, but he knew he didn't want to cook. Kids were gone on a vacation with their mother -his ex-wife- and he had the house and finally some time to himself.

He settled on The Corner Inn. It was a typical Wisconsin looks-nice-on-the-outside place, but it's really just a glorified tavern: beat-up booths, creaky barstools, same patrons in there since about 1983. He'd eaten there before, and they did make good food. Why not? On this warm, summer night, a burger and a cold beer sounded pretty good. He walked in and approached the hostess and was stunned to see a familiar face there.

"Well, hi there!" cried Marcie, one of his son's classmates from grade school.

In the millisecond he had before responding he had immediately realized he was speaking to a young, adult woman now, not an awkward teenager. "Hey, you! Nice to see a friendly face here!" he said, smiling. It truly was nice to see her. She was unbelievably sweet, and her parents were great people, too. Marcie ran around the corner of the hostess stand and gave Mark a big hug. His brain and his hormones were completely out of whack. She smelled good and felt, well, even better. The shy, teen "good girl" had impressively blossomed into adulthood. He was ashamed of himself for a moment when his first thoughts were, "You've known her since she was six years old! Don't be weird!" but was immediately followed by the thought, "She's gotta be 19 or 20 now. It's no longer weird."

"What brings you here tonight?" she asked.

"A night to myself & some time to kill. I didn't know you worked here!"

She smiled and replied, "Yeah! Almost a year now. Wanna sit at the bar or at a table?"

Mark deferred to the hostess. "You tell me. Will you need tables later or spots at the bar?"

Marcie thought a minute and said, "Tonight? Neither really. We're not busy. Friday is a different story. Tonight: Let's get you a booth." Mark complied and she led him to a booth and handed him his menu. "You're here by yourself?" she asked him.

Mark said, "Yeah. I never let it stop me."

Marcie grinned and put her hand on his shoulder. "My dinner break is in a few minutes. Mind if I join you?"

"That'd be nice! We can catch up!" he said.

"Great!" she giggled. "Can I get you a drink?" Mark ordered a beer, and she was on her way to get it. Mark was expecting to have a waitress serve him... Marcie took over those duties.

When she brought his beer, he asked, without thinking, "Wanna split some appetizers?"

Marice said, "Sure! I'll get us the sampler: haystack onions, chicken tenders & stuffed mushrooms."

"Gotcha" Mark answered as Marcie put in the order. Before he could realize it, Marcie had sat down across from him in the booth, all smiles and chit-chat. Their actual waitress arrived shortly thereafter and took the rest of their orders and went on her way. "Now... why are you here alone?" she asked.

Mark answered, jokingly, "Well, you know, I turned down several dates tonight just to dine alone."

Marcie smiled, "Oh, come on. You can't tell me you're not dating anyone."

Mark answered, meekly, "No, I'm not. Not for lack of trying, mind you. I'm either too much of something or two little of another for most women."

"What do you mean?" Marcie asked.

"Too much of something: I'm too intense, too serious, whatever. Too little of something else: who knows." He answered.

"Too intense?" she asked, confused.

Mark laughed. "I'm confused by it too! For the women that have described me that way they can't explain what it means. It's crazy."

"I'm in the same boat" she said. "I get serious with a guy: he runs away. I don't wanna screw around: he runs away. Very confusing"

"Yeah, sounds very familiar." He said.

Their appetizers arrived and the conversation turned... revealing. Marcie pursued both ends of her answer in hushed tones. "My last boyfriend: my God. Every chance we got we were screwing around. Blowjobs in bathrooms, he fingered me during a movie, and we had full-on sex as often as we could. As soon as I mentioned maybe moving in together during college and keeping us moving forward, he broke up with me."

Mark was trying to not close his eyes to envision Marcie and her big, beautiful tits bouncing up and down while riding him or her full lips wrapped around his own cock. "At your age, yeah: some of you are definitely ready to commit and he, well, maybe not."

Marcie went on. "Then there were a few guys where all they wanted to do was make out, dry hump me & play with my boobs. Yeah, it was fun and I don't mind the occasional hook-up but I usually just kinda shoved them away and tried to get them to calm down. If I had a dollar for every guy that's tried to take my bra off, I could probably retire!"

Mark thought to himself, "One of those dollars might have been mine." What he actually said was, "I do recall those times. I was on both sides of that coin, too..."

Marcie cut him off. "Yeah, maybe. We're all human but I have a feeling you were much nicer about it. Guys nowadays... geez. One dude: we ended up in his room and we did end up having sex. I had no idea he had a camera in there and recorded the whole thing! The next time I saw him, he showed me the video. He was so proud of it! I was totally pissed and told him to erase it. I'm pretty sure he did, and I never saw him again."

Mark wondered just how deep he should dig through the internet for this amateur video of a teen couple. "Oh my gosh! That's screwed up! I mean, if he had asked and you said yes, then yeah: record it all. But this was without your consent. That's awful."

She seemed more upset about the potential for the sex tape to go viral and someone she knows may see it and, even worse, tell her parents. The conversation went back and forth between them, from mundane topics to them sharing stories of their sex lives. Mark struggled with this a little, maybe not enough. This was perfectly appropriate discussion material for two adults, but when he's known the other adult since she was in kindergarten it made him wonder what he was doing. He was actually impressed, and it was "refreshing", for lack of a better term, to have a flesh and blood young woman tell him her romantic wants and woes instead of reading about them in some magazine or dating website. Dating was obviously not necessarily going well for either of them and they commiserated together.

Her dinner break finished, she had to get back to work. "Oh, shit. Time to get back. You coming back Friday?" she asked.

"Fish fry?" he answered.

"Yep! It's good... and it's on me." Marcie offered.

Mark smiled and said, "You know what, I may just do that."

"Great!" Marcie said as she gave him another hug. "It was really great seeing you! Come back Friday!"

"I'll plan on it." Mark replied. They went their separate directions, and Mark immediately tried to talk himself out of going back Friday. "What am I thinking?" he chided himself. "Ok. She talks a good game but you never know: she may just make that shit up. You saw 'American Beauty'... all talk. At any rate, you thought she was gonna screw around with you? Idiot." He was settling in at home when his Instagram message tone dinged in. It was Marcie.

"Surprise! Found you on IG! Just wanted to say hi and it was great talking to you. Come back Friday!" she messaged.

Mark replied and asked when she worked. She gave her rough hours and Mark said he'd try to be there. From there he friended her on IG and started to explore her profile. Lots of pics of her & classmates at band rehearsals, old volleyball pictures, the occasional pic of a long-gone boyfriend, a few of her at a lake in a swimsuit that barely kept her tits covered. She was beautiful, no doubt. But he really began to doubt the sex kitten side of her she was talking about. He knew her family too well and he knew how teenagers can be. This was all talk. It had to be, right? Her repeated invites to come back for the fish fry? Mark had convinced himself that it was just her being a good employee. Nevertheless, for some reason, Mark would go back.

Friday came along and he walked into the restaurant and there was Marcie, all smiles and a noticeably tighter tank top. "You're here!" she smiled and hugged him.

"Yeah, can't pass up a good fish fry." He said, smiling.

Marcie looked down for a minute, leaned in and then sheepishly asked, "So... last time, our talk. Do you wanna... maybe talk again later? Hang out after I'm done? It was great to talk to an adult who isn't one of my parents."

Mark grinned and with the kids still gone he appreciated the company. "Sure! That'd be nice."

Marcie cut in as she walked him to the bar, "Cool, but not here. We'll go someplace else."

Mark answered, "Ok. We can do that. I'll finish dinner and come back later. What time do you get off?"

Marcie smiled and said, "I'm done with work at 9:30." She then leaned in and whispered, "Now as far as when I get off? That's kinda up to you, isn't it?" she grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "9:30. Meet me outside" and she strolled away.

"Holy shit." Mark thought. "This can't be real... but I want it to be real." He took his time, ate his dinner and sent her a message on Instagram telling her he'd be back at 9:30. She replied with a few heart emojis. He went home for a couple hours. He showered, shaved, everything: He was not going on a date, but he acted like he was. Right or wrong, that kiss on the cheek drove him wild. He put together a cooler of soda & snacks... just in case. You never know. He got back to the restaurant right around 9:25. At 9:30 Marcie sent him another message, telling him she had just punched out and was changing clothes.

A few minutes later she emerged out of the restaurant and Mark had to tell himself to pick his jaw up off the floor. She was wearing a red plaid shirt, tied off at the waist, revealing just enough of her cleavage to make him curious. She had a pair of Daisy Dukes on and once you stopped staring at her hips and followed her legs all the way down you saw her in flip flops. Mark loved girls in flip flops. Something about it just made him excited. Marcie was also carrying a duffle bag: clothes she changed out of, no doubt.

She tossed her bag into the back seat and sat next to Mark in the front, gave him another hug and said, "Ok! Let's go. Take the freeway north."

Mark decided to start trying to figure things out. 'Where are we headed?"

Marcie put her hand on his thigh (which drove him wild), "Don't worry. It's perfectly safe."

Mark trusted her as they drove about 30 minutes out of town. The entire trip was occupied by small talk about work, college plans and whatever else crossed their minds. Marcie instructed him to take the next exit and head west. They followed that main drag for a stretch and she told him to slow down as they approached a line of mailboxes.

"Turn right after the mailboxes." She said. He did so and they ended up on a long, barely paved road through a seemingly endless cavern of trees. It was ridiculously dark, as there was no moon that night. He could see little glimpses of light: cabins. "My grandparents have owned land out here forever" Marcie said. "They told me I can come out whenever I want as long as I'm careful and don't trash the camper."

"What about your parents?" he asked.

"I told them I'm coming out to hang out with friends" she said. "Have a campfire, swim... nothing big." Mark realized one of two things was about to happen: he was going to be the "creeper dude" at a teen lake party or that he was the "friends".

"Follow the road to the left here." Marcie instructed. They came to a chain across the road. Marcie hopped out, grabbed a key from her bag and undid the lock. Mark drove through and she returned the chain to its place. A short time later the trees started to open up to the sky as Mark realized they had come to the lake. Marcie's grandparents had a small camper on the property. "I have keys to the camper, but we probably won't need it." Marcie assured him. "Let's go!" She grabbed her bag and set it on the picnic table next to the woodpile.

Mark had no idea what was happening. It was dark, he was in the middle of nowhere. He was alone with a woman (legally speaking, sure, but she still a teenage girl in his mind.). He was hovering somewhere between thrilled and terrified. Marcie produced a battery-powered lantern from her bag and as it turned on it gave the area a bluish-white glow. "There. Just enough light to see what we're doing. Wanna build a fire?"

"Sure!" Mark said, as the lantern revealed a ring of stones and burned branches on the beach. Mark put together a decent fire as Marcie busied herself with her bag and the cooler of drinks and snacks. Once the fire was going, she turned off her lantern and returned it to the truck. Then she spread a large blanket out on the ground between the fire and the water's edge. "Now. Come sit!" Marcie patted the blanket next to her. She had kicked off her flip flops and gotten comfy on the blanket. Mark took off his own shoes and socks and joined her. They cracked open the contents of the cooler and spoke further about relationships, life and whatever else popped up. Mark did everything he could to not stare at her. "Make eye contact while you talk, yes, but don't stare." he'd remind himself. It was difficult.

Marcie was in great shape, so cute, so nice, the fire gave her already golden skin a deeper glow. Her eyes were mesmerizing. Her lips were full and gorgeous and her dirty blonde hair curled up just above her shoulders. Her casually playful, naughty comments about sex and "when she gets off" were echoing in his head. He also noticed he was offering up quite a bit of his own sexual history as well... maybe too much. Some of what he said shocked her as she would respond with a gasp or an "Oh, my GOD!" Some of it seemed to, well, excite her. As she would lean in closer and closer to ask him to give more details and listen to his answers her tits would lean further and further out of her shirt. He was getting harder and harder, looking at her, and doing everything he could to maintain his calm demeanor.

"Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?" she asked.

"Well, you wanted an adult's insight. An adult that isn't 50% of your DNA, that is." He joked.

Marcie giggled. "Yeah. I mean, my mom and dad are great, they're good to me, no complaints. But... it's... weird."

Mark asked, "How so?"

Marcie explained, "Ok. You know my parents. VERY conservative, black-and-white, right is right and wrong is wrong type people."

Mark nodded in agreement. "Yes, they are."

Marcie continued, "And to be clear, nothing weird happened, you know? No abuse, no creepy uncle stories, no terrible grandfathers, horrible friends of parents, etc. Nothing"

Mark nodded again, "Ok."

Marcie went on, "I don't know how it happened, exactly: maybe my parents treating it like such taboo was part of the allure, but... I got really interested in sex. Love scenes in movies, my mom's romance novels, TV shows... I was kinda obsessed with it."

Mark smiled, "Boys go through that, too. It starts when you're, oh, ten and lasts... forever."

Marcie laughed out loud. "Seriously?"

Mark confessed, "I'm a Scorpio. I wouldn't call myself a sex addict... we prefer 'erotic enthusiast'."

Marcie laughed again. "I've never heard it like that before." She said. "When was your first orgasm?"

"Holy shit" Mark thought. That's pretty bold. "You mean, like, the first time I masturbated?"

"Yeah" she pressed on... and got closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm.

"Hmm... I must have been, I don't know. Maybe 12 or so? That's right around when boys start figuring things out."

Marcie asked, "What happened?"

Mark gave her a brief synopsis which basically involved him not even knowing what an orgasm was until it happened. "It was a total surprise. I was shocked and a bit freaked out but... I was kinda hooked as well. My parents were similar to yours: never discussed sex, it was just wrong until you were married. Period."

Marcie empathized. "My first time... I must have been about 14. Same kinda thing... just kinda touching myself and all of a sudden it happened. I cried because I felt so guilty and ashamed. But then I did it again the next night and cried because it felt so good."

Mark sighed, "Yeah. We were both brought up --as were your parents and mine- that it's just wrong, you know?"

"Agreed" she said. "And you know they did it, too."

Mark laughed, "Of course they did!" They both laughed and smiled a lot. They kept locking eyes in the firelight then quickly looking away. The wind picked up and sent a brief shower of sparks into the air. Marcie sat up suddenly and said, "It's getting hot. Fire, humidity... warm night."

Mark agreed, thankful for the break in the tension. "Yeah, definitely."

"Water is cool. Let's go!" She stood up and undid her shirt, revealing a dark colored bra barely keeping her tits in place. She pulled off the shorts next, and her matching panties rode high on her hips. Mark was... speechless.

"Well, come on... your turn." She joked, as she took off his belt. Mark pulled off his shirt, dropped his pants and they both headed to the water in their underwear. Marcie dove under, as did Mark, and she swam out about 40-50 feet. Mark stayed close to the shore. She returned, coming up to the surface as the water cascaded own her hair and shoulders and breasts. "My God, those breasts." Mark thought and felt himself getting hard.

"Doesn't that feel great?" she asked?

"Absolutely!" Mark answered. "You do this often?"

"You mean bring guys out here to swim and fuck?" she grinned.

Mark wasn't sure if she was joking or not. He played along, "Yes... that."

She smiled as she floated around, "Not really. I took a boyfriend here once. It was ok."

Mark said, "Just okay? A romantic evening with your boyfriend at a lake and it was just ok?"

Marcie answered, "He was one of the guys where, well, I wanted to be more serious. He just wanted to have sex all the time. Fun now and then but when I told him I wanted to talk about our future he... changed. Barely talked and could barely look at me. We kinda suffered through the next day and went home early. He dumped me two days later."

"You don't deserve that, sweetie." Mark said. "Nobody does. It happens, but it sucks."

Marcie sighed, "I know. But I'm over most of it."

"Most of it?" Mark asked.

She slowly paddled her way to Mark and said, "I'm over him", she said, and her arms began to snake their way around Mark's neck and she wrapped her legs around him. He stood there, instinctively holding her up at the hips. She continued, "I'm over him... but I miss the sex."

Mark was seduced now. Whether or not that was her plan was irrelevant. He wanted her.

"What do you miss?" he whispered, as he accidentally gave her a nibble on her ear.

"Mmmmm" she cooed. "Everything. The way his hands would rub over me, the way his mouth felt on my nipples, the way he'd kiss my neck, feeling him on top of me, or riding him... muffling my orgasms when we'd have sex at either of our parents' houses... just everything."

His inhibitions were gone now. "How long has it been since you've been with a man?"

"A couple months" she said. "And when was your last time?"

Mark sighed and said, "A lot longer than that." They locked eyes again and hesitated briefly as the flickering orange firelight illuminated the water around them. At the same time, they leaned-in and kissed, passionately and deeply at first, but seemed to escalate into a rubbing, squeezing, panting make out session as he still stood holding her up in the water, grinding her hips against his ever-hardening cock which in turn was rubbing against her groin. The clap of thunder startled them both.

"Oh my God. That was fast!" she said.

"Yeah. I felt that breeze pick up, but this was fast. Time to get out of the water." he said.

The moment was gone now. They got to shore as rain drops started to fall. Marcie grabbed the blanket and her bag, and Mark grabbed the clothes and cooler. She grabbed the keys for the camper and tried to open it to no avail. "The key won't work. Now what do we do?" Marcie asked.

Mark ran to his truck and folded down the back seat and threw his own soft blankets down. He was subconsciously making a bed. He opened the tailgate and told her to get in. She came up, spread her blanket over his and they both crawled inside just as the rain really started to fall and they closed the doors. "Just in time" she said, as they watched the fire die down. It was getting darker and Marcie turned the lantern on very, very faintly.

"So..." Mark asked her, "Just how private is this property?"

Marcie told him, "We've never had a problem before."

Mark smirked and said, "Good." He leaned over and kissed her again, their tongues wrestling one another, and he turned off the lantern. In the darkness they kissed, held one another, touched, sighed, moaned. The lightning would give brief flashes of faces, skin. For the most part, it was too dark to see much of anything, but they went on pure imagination, sensation, experience and fantasy. The rain pelting the top of the car provided its own soothing soundtrack to their actions.

Mark laid on top of her, alternating between kissing her lips, then her neck, then her ears, then back again, the entire time grinding his cock against her pussy. She moaned and sighed, returned the kisses and grinding against him. Her hands drifted up and down from his shoulders to his ass as she let her hands slip under his underwear, scratching her nails across his ass. It turned him on even more.

He let his hands wander over her: her face, her hair, down to her tits, across her back where he undid her bra and she took it off.

He kissed her lips again, then across her cheek, her neck, her ears, she sighed and whispered, "Oh, fuck..." as he drifted down to each individual breast, then nipple, sucking on them while he squeezed them. He flicked his tongue across them and she got even more excited and begged him not to stop. He kept grinding his cock against her and he realized he must have been hitting her clit. That, plus playing with her nipples may just... "Oh, Oh... Oh! Oh shit" Marcie exclaimed, "Yes... Yes... Yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

He kept going as she gyrated harder and faster against his groin, holding on for dear life and digging her nails into his back. Her breathing and panting and moaning got faster and louder as he felt her warm juices seep through her underwear onto his. Her breathing slowed down for a moment until she frantically pulled his own underwear off as well as her own. "Fuck me. Please!" she begged, as she climbed on top of him. She kissed him again, then made her own way down his chest, his belly, then grabbed his cock with one hand and stroked it while she deep throated him several times. Her mouth felt hot, not just warm, but hot, and her tongue had a mind of its own. Mark almost passed out. She lay back down, pulling him down with her and guiding his cock into her already dripping wet slit.

They both moaned as he slid inside her and he began furiously pounding himself into her. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh yes yes yes yes yes fuuuuuuuuuck..." she mumbled as he grunted away. He paused for a brief moment to catch his breath and thought, perhaps, this kind of rough sex wasn't exactly what she wanted. He slowed down to deeper, more passionate thrusts.

Marcie... complained. "Why did you slow down?" she asked.

"I thought, well..." he mumbled.

"Look, I appreciate it, but I'm not here for romance. We're not about to start dating or anything. I just wanna fuck. So, please: fuck me. Hard. Now."

Mark said nothing. He kissed her, rolled her over and pressed her against the floor and folded seats of his truck and pounded into her with steady, fast, hard thrusts. There was just enough light to see her arch her neck with her mouth gaping open, grunting every time he shoved himself inside her. Her tits rocked back and forth which only turned him on even more. Her pussy was amazing: experienced but tight. He felt her wrap her legs around him, pulling him in tighter. It didn't take long until she said, "Oh, God, oh God! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck! Do not stop! Don't stop! Don't... don't... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and her juices sputtered out as he kept thrusting.

Within seconds, it was his turn. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum!" he said as Marcie grabbed his hair and pulled it back, telling him, "That's right! Fuck that pussy. I wanna feel that cum shoot into me. Come on, baby." He kept going faster and harder until he could finally feel the orgasm build up and rattle through him, like the thunder and lightning surrounding them, his cum shooting out in four, five, six pumps. He collapsed next to her, both of them panting and struggling for air.

"Oh my God..." he said. "That was... was..."

"That's not where we're stopping" she said, as she took his hand and guided it between her legs and invited him to finger her. They kissed and made out while his finger flicked her clit and she came again, then he slid two then three fingers into her pussy and stroked out another orgasm. She rolled him onto his back and slithered down his body until her head was bobbing up and down on his cock. She came up or air now and then to talk dirty to him, encouraging him to fill her mouth with his cum. Within a few minutes he could feel another orgasm building and he told her he was about to cum. It only made her stroke and suck faster and harder as he blew his load into her mouth. She hummed with delight at this, the vibrations making it even more intense. She swallowed every drop. She worked her way back up to his face, took a drink of her soda and kissed him. They lay there for a few minutes, finally realizing the rain had stopped and everything was quiet and still.

"Well... um..." Mark started, out of breath.

"Don't say anything, Mark" Marcie said. "You don't need to feel weird, or guilty, or anything. I'm on the pill, you didn't force me into anything, no cameras, no recordings, no worries."

Mark was troubled. "I just feel like, we..."

Marcie got a bit defensive. "Is it my age? Is it because of who I am?"

Mark was apologetic. "No, no. I just... I mean..."

Marcie kissed him and asked, "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

"Absolutely." He answered.

"Good! Me, too!" she said. "Now we leave it at that. No strings, no obligations, no baggage. Well, unless..."

Mark panicked a little. "Unless... what?"

Marcie stroked his cock again and teased him by saying, "Unless you wanna do this again sometime."

Mark kissed her and whispered, "Like... now?" She giggled and reclined onto the floor and his concerns went away as they enjoyed each other again. Eventually, they knew it was time to go. They made sure the fire was out, made sure they left no trace of anything, really, and drove away. The ride home was quiet as Marcie fell asleep in the passenger seat. Mark stopped at the restaurant where her car was and woke her up. "Marcie... Marcie... wake up. We're here."

Marcie yawned and said, "Oh, ok. Cool. I'll get my stuff." Mark helped her pack up. She loaded up her car and gave him one last hug and kiss and asked him, "You're not gonna be weird about this, right?"

Mark laughed. "No. No strings, no baggage... maybe again sometime?"

Marcie brushed her hand along his crotch again. "Definitely. Good night!" One last kiss, and she was in her car and gone. Mark drove home, replaying the entire evening in his mind over and over...

and trying to not be weird about it.