Down By The Pond

As I was mowing the lawn this morning, I had an idea pop into my head. With little thought required to keep pushing the mower along the edge of the taller grass, I had plenty of time to develop it into an actual story.

By the time I finished with the yard, I had an opening hook that I loved, a complete overview of the resultant sex scenes, and the start of the dialogue where she learns more about her family history. So, I sat down at the computer, opened a new file in my writing software, and started typing.

By the end of the first paragraph, I realized it wasn't even close to what I had meticulously developed while shuffling around the yard. The opening hook became the end of the second scene, and a bit of a cliffhanger, as the next scene stepped back and led the second character up to that same moment. So, what would have been the second or third paragraph instead opened the fourth scene.

In the end, it ended up longer than what I had fleshed out while mowing, but shorter than I thought it was going to be. Part of me is a bit sad that what I had written in my head was lost, but the bigger part of me is excited for what it morphed into.

It's a bit open-ended, but it's the story of how they met, not everything that happened afterwards. I like the characters and the setting, so I could see myself visiting them again to gather more stories, but I never know where my writing will take me!

Anyway, I hope you like it. Now, without further ado, let me take you down by the pond…

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Maddy was exhausted and sore by the time she finished unpacking.

There wasn't a lot from her dorm room, as there simply hadn't been space for that much. Instead, it was mostly the things she had left at home when she went off to college. Now that she had a house of her own, her parents had boxed everything up, and it was already in the moving truck when they brought it to her dorm.

She didn't own anything she couldn't unload herself, so her mom hugged her while her dad strapped her car onto the tow dolly, then she set off down the road on her own.

Taking a nap crossed her mind, but she wasn't sleepy tired. And she was restless. It was still a little weird calling it hers instead of her grandparents' house, but they had moved into an independent living facility in town, and they would never be back for more than a visit. It wasn't a nursing home, but it was the first step down that road.

She felt the need to get out of the house and away from those thoughts. As a child, she had been limited to the back lawn around the swing set. As a teenager, she had been expected to stay in the house and visit. This time, there were no parents or grandparents there to stop her, so she was free to explore wherever she wished.

The various outbuildings probably held secrets for her to discover, and plenty of junk to clean out, but they couldn't hold her attention that day. Instead, she walked along the edge of the woods that bordered two sides of the yard. She was still in the mowed grass but also in the band of shade the trees provided.

There was one spot where the trees were all much smaller than the ones to either side. Curious, she peered deeper into the woods, surprised to find what looked like an old trail being reclaimed by nature. She thought about trying to follow it, but it was too overgrown for her bare arms and legs.

"Another day," she told herself before moving on.

As she reached the corner of the yard, she realized there was a faint path running between it and the back door of the house. It wasn't worn enough to be seen from the side and, even looking along it, she probably wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't been focused on exploring.

The path led into a gap in the trees, then curled around to the left before widening into a well-maintained trail. Looking back, she realized that she could only see the house from that first gap in the trees. Unsure why it was somewhat hidden, she considered continuing on around the yard. However, her wanderlust and curiosity won out.

Farther down the trail, it turned sharply to the right. Maddy stopped, staring at the younger trees that covered what looked to be an old trail to her left. Behind her, the curve of the trail hid the gap where she had entered, making it impossible to get her bearings. Still, she was certain it had to be the same overgrown trail that she had found straight out from the back door. Her brow furrowed as she wondered why it had been moved and hidden.

She was certain that no answers would be found until she visited her grandparents again, so she turned right and continued on.

* * * * *

The path she was following curved to the right again, only for the trees to clear out on the left. Maddy stopped and stared as a pond appeared below her. The trail sloped down gently, then turned and ran across the top of the dam. From there it cut back along the far side, bordering a gravel beach until it connected to a two-tiered cement patio.

The lower level held a canopy swing and Adirondack chairs, while the upper one had a large barbecue grill and picnic tables. A paved sidewalk ran along the other side of the beach, linking the patio to a wide, wooden pier. Where the pavement angled towards the water, the hard-packed trail resumed, leading up into the trees on the other side of the shallow valley.

Maddy couldn't help but wonder why she'd never been there before. Sure, they didn't visit her grandparents that often or for very long, but she could think of several boring summer afternoons that would have been better spent swimming — if only she'd known it existed.

Keeping the pond secret probably explained why the trail was moved and hidden, but it raised new questions to ask her grandparents. They weren't there, so she pushed the mystery aside and continued down the trail.

The chair she turned to face the pond was as comfortable as it had looked, but she couldn't sit still. The water was just too tempting. She took off her shoes and socks, then started towards the pier, planning to dangle her feet in the water.

However, a naughty thought stopped her in her tracks. She looked around slowly, but there was nothing around her but trees. Her parents were hours away, her grandparents had hung up their car keys, and nobody else had any business being on the property. After a second look around, she quickly stripped down and hurried into the pond.

The water felt even better than it had looked. She laughed as she floated on her back, twin islands rising from the water. It felt good to stretch her muscles as she swam around, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Still, all good things must end, so she swam back towards the beach until she could reach the bottom. Walking out on smooth gravel instead of wading through mud was the perfect ending to her swim. She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings, instead debating with herself between lying out on the gravel for full sun, or returning to the comfortable Adirondack chair that was not designed for sunbathing.

Her thoughts, as well as her motion, froze at the sight of a stranger sitting in the very chair where she had left her clothes.

* * * * *

Logan looked over the lawn with satisfaction. There was something about the smell of newly cut grass that he never got tired of. It looked good too — uniform rather than unkempt. He pointedly ignored the spots where he needed to dig out the string trimmer to finish up. That could wait until it was cooler again in the morning.

Instead, he stepped back into the barn and stripped down. Like his grandparents had, he kept an old washer and dryer out there, so he didn't track dirt and grass clippings into the house. There wasn't enough for a load, so he just tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper, then stepped into the shower for a quick rinse.

He had planned ahead, so he didn't have to walk naked to the house. Not that he minded nude strolls, but he planned to head in a different direction that day. His T-shirt, swim trunks, and sandals didn't take long to put on, so Logan was soon headed down the trail leading away from his house.

The view as he walked through the woods was as picturesque as ever, but it paled in comparison to the view that he found when he reached the pond. Most of her body was hidden under water, but her exposed face, breasts, and smoothly-shaved Mons Venus were truly a sight to behold.

He didn't want to make any noise by moving another chair, so he moved her clothing instead. It was tempting to strip down and join the skinny-dipping vixen, but he didn't want to scare her off. So, he sat quietly and watched her frolic in the water.

When she swam over and started to walk up the beach, he was treated to a sight he would never forget. The water cascaded down over her slim body, mostly rushing around her delightful mounds, but some ran down her peaks and formed twin waterfalls around each stiff nipple. He quietly gasped as she continued to rise out of the water and her full vulva came into view.

He had a big smile on his face when she suddenly stopped. She made no attempt to flee or to cover herself, while Logan couldn't pull his eyes away from the frozen beauty on display before him.

* * * * *

"Hello, Madison."

The voice shook Maddy out of her stupor, only for the fact that he had called her by name to shock her again.

Her nakedness completely forgotten, questions tumbled from her brain and spilled out of her mouth.

"Who are you?

"How do you know my name?

"Why are you on my property?"

Logan smiled, struggling to look up to her eyes at least part of the time. "I'm Logan, your neighbor, and your grandparents told me your name," he said while pointing up and behind her, "but your property ended about fifty yards back that way. You might have noticed the two big posts where a gate used to hang."

Maddy wanted to argue that it had to be her land, but she did remember those posts, along with the old fence that led away from them in both directions. The kind of fence one would find along a property line…

"If this isn't my property," she asked hesitantly, "why does the trail go all the way to the pond?"

"So your grandparents could easily get down here."

Logan chuckled at how cute her face was as it scrunched up into a frown at his answer.

"You must take after your mother."

Maddy was thrown off again by the seemingly random comment. "How so?"

"According to my dad, she liked to skinny dip here too."

A blush spread quickly across her face and her hands twitched. Being reminded that she was naked, her natural reaction was to cover herself. However, she realized that she'd been standing there naked long enough that it would be silly to suddenly act shy. It took a force of will to stop her hands, but they returned to her sides.

Logan noticed, and his smile grew even bigger. He was having fun, so he decided to needle her a bit more. "You seem uncomfortable. Would it help if I got naked as well."

"Yes!"

Both of them froze for a moment, surprised at the word that had rushed from her lips.

Logan was the first to recover. He had stood up and pulled his shirt over his head before her brain could retake control and change her answer. Then his swim trunks dropped and her brain gave up.

The next thing she knew, she had stumbled forward and dropped to her knees in front of him. She smiled at the shock on his face, then focused on the treat before her as she swallowed it whole. Part of her mind screamed at her, trying to regain control, but there was just something about this man that she couldn't resist; that she didn't want to resist.

* * * * *

Logan stared in shock as the naked beauty shambled towards him, her eyes riveted on the erection between his legs. The erection that had never felt as hard and throbbing as it did while he watched the water nymph approach. It took every ounce of his willpower not to explode the moment she dropped to her knees and slid her lips down his shaft.

She sucked and licked as she bobbed on his dick, leaning her head left and right to vary the points of contact. It never left her mouth completely, but she pulled back several times to where just his helmet was within her lips as she teased the opening, savoring the small drops of precum he was producing.

His willpower did not last long, as she attacked his cock with an intensity he'd never experienced before. When he stopped seeing stars and looked down, she had leaned back on her heels with a dazed smile on her face.

Without a word, he reached down and picked her up, then turned back to the trail he had arrived on. He was halfway to the trees when she realized, other than the sandals he still wore, their clothing was lying on the patio behind them.

"Where are you taking me?" She knew she should try to break free and run back home, but she wrapped her arms around his neck instead.

"My bed. You should be comfortable when I return the favor."

She sighed and snuggled tighter against his chest, quite happy with those plans.

* * * * *

Since they were already naked, and she was fresh from the pond, Logan wasted no time once he arrived at the house. He carried her into his bedroom, laid her gently on the bed, then practically dove between her thighs to taste her.

She grabbed the bedsheets and clenched her thighs against his ears as his tongue quickly lit her short fuse. He pushed on, despite the pressure on his head, extending her orgasm until she collapsed back on the bed. Still, he refused to stop exploring with his tongue. Instead, he upped the stakes by bringing his fingers into play.

It only took two more orgasms before she grabbed his hair and dragged him up her body.

"Fuck me, NOW!"

Never one to refuse a lady, and having fully recovered while tasting her lovely nectar, he slid his sword into her sheath with one gentle thrust.

Her "Oh…" trailed off into an inarticulate moan and she bunched up the sheets in her fists again. Her hips bounced, fucking Logan as he held himself still above her. After he felt her rippling orgasm drench his cock even more, her body dropped bonelessly onto the bed. He followed her down, then took over driving, not giving her a moment to recover.

As he blasted his own release deep within her clutching depths, she passed out from the strength of the orgasm it triggered. Exhausted and satisfied, he slid off beside her. She offered no resistance as he rolled her onto her side and spooned in behind her.

He fell asleep with her held closely in his arms.

* * * * *

Logan fought to remain asleep, enjoying the dream of a woman milking his cock. However, he suddenly found himself awake, enjoying the woman of his dreams slowly riding him. He could see the bliss on her face as she stared into space.

Feeling him shift as he awoke, she looked down.

"I got bored waiting for you to wake up, so I decided to entertain myself. I hope you don't mind."

He smiled back up at her, but he didn't just take it lying down. Things had been a bit intense earlier, and her breasts had not yet come into play. He rectified that, as he reached up and gently pinched her nipples. She let out a hearty moan as he took her lovely mounds in hand and gently squeezed. Her eyes glazed over again, but she didn't break stride, continuing to ride him cowgirl.

Their orgasms were more gentle, although she again outscored him. Eventually, they got out of bed and moved to the shower. Logan managed to make Maddy come one more time as he washed her quite thoroughly, but the focus was mostly on connection, not coupling.

They had worked up an appetite, but neither wanted to get dressed and go into town for supper. Logan just pulled on a pair of boxers, while Maddy opted for one of his button-up shirts. However, the one button she fastened didn't keep much covered.

Somewhat dressed, they headed to the kitchen. Other than Logan's regular need to grab something from whatever cabinet was directly above Maddy, forcing him to press up tight behind her, they worked well together as they prepared supper.

* * * * *

After enjoying the meal together, Logan was in no hurry to see Maddy leave. She kept looking at the door, but he didn't think she really wanted to leave either.

"You know, it's much too late for a naked lady to go walking through the woods. I guess you'll just have to stay the night."

She feigned offense, saying, "Surely you wouldn't expect a lady to sleep on a couch, would you?"

However, she couldn't stop herself from laughing when he replied, "Only if she snores."

With the door no longer representing a separation, they both walked through it. Settling onto the porch swing, she snuggled under his arm, and they watched the fireflies flickering through the yard.

They enjoyed each other's company in silence for a long time before Maddy sat up and turned to face Logan.

"Why do you know so much about my family, but I know nothing about yours?"

"Well," Logan chuckled, "your father is a jealous man."

Maddy couldn't argue with that, but it didn't answer her question — at first.

"Does this have something to do with my mom skinny dipping in the pond."

She didn't resist as Logan gently pulled her back against his side.

"Our grandparents became friends not long after they became neighbors. which was not long after they each got married. They worked together, with our grandfathers building everything that's down there. From the concrete patio and pilings they poured, to the vast amount of dirt and gravel they hauled, it was a labor of love. Their goal was to build a place for their families to have fun for generations to come."

Logan stopped talking for a moment, although he continued to gently move the swing.

"Being only children and neighbors, it was only natural that they would become friends. With the close connection between the two families, it was practically a given, so nobody was surprised when your mom and my dad officially started dating in high school.

"Both sets of parents looked the other way when they would meet at the pond after dark. It was their time to skinny dip and be alone together." Logan couldn't help but blush as he continued. "Dad said they gave each other their virginities alongside the pond, then went for another swim to wash away the evidence before they had to go home."

A frown found its way onto his face as the story progressed. "They both loved each other, but they didn't think it was enough for a long-distance relationship to work. So, they ended things before going off to different colleges in opposite directions."

It was replaced by a smile though, as he remembered his mother and father being so happy together. "They agreed to try again if they were still single after college, but they were both engaged by graduation.

"My dad moved back. Your mom moved farther away."

Logan lapsed into silence as they continued to swing and watch the fireflies. After a bit, Maddy looked up at him. "I didn't know any of that. Thanks for telling me."

* * * * *

She stared out into the darkness again, gathering her thoughts. "I still don't understand why I've never been to the pond before."

He debated on telling her to ask her family, but he decided against it.

"From what dad told me, the first time your parents came to visit, everybody got together down there for a barbecue. Your dad didn't like my dad being around your bikini-clad mom, much less talking to her. Never mind that my dad was happily married, and my mom was right there, in an even skimpier bikini of her own. Then, when he found out that they had been more than just neighbors, he blew his top."

Logan couldn't help but shake his head, remembering how frustrated his dad had still been when telling him the story.

"The meat wasn't even on the grill yet, when your dad grabbed your mom and practically dragged her back up the trail. Your grandparents were horrified, but my family assured them there were no hard feelings. After hurried goodbyes, they headed up the trail behind your parents.

"That was the last time my father ever saw your mother.

"It may have been the most manual labor he's ever done, but your dad dug up small saplings from deeper in the woods and replanted them across the end of the trail where it opened into the yard. Your grandparents were sad, but they said nothing, wanting to keep the peace for your mother's sake."

Maddy looked up at him in shock. "That's…" Her face fell as she quietly added, "…my dad."

Logan gave her a squeeze and held her tight.

"As soon as the two of them left again, dad and our grandpas cut a more discreet trail, then planted more trees to fill the unused portion of the old one. Since then, your grandparents have continued to visit the pond, but always alone.

"In fact, we got together down there for a celebration the night before they moved into town. That's when they told me they had given the place to you as a graduation present, and you'd be moving in once your lease expired. I wasn't expecting you for a couple more days, and I'm kind of glad I hadn't come around to introduce myself yet. I doubt you would have answered the door naked."

She thumped him with her fist, but there was no power or anger behind it.

"They'll be happy when we go visit them tomorrow, but it's probably a little early to tell them about your skinny dipping."

She thumped him with her fist again.

They sat there for just a bit longer, then she squirmed out from under his arm and stood up. There were no lights on outside, just what came through the windows behind Logan. Still, it was enough for him to see her unfasten the one button holding his shirt together, then let it drop and pool at her feet. Without a word, she headed back inside.

He took just a moment to shimmy out of his boxers, then hurried along after her.