A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 02 Ch. 02

Gwen continued to look at the couple out of the corner of her eye, amazed at his bold display and their apparent lack of concern that others knew what they were about to do. Her attention was on the second erection she had ever seen, and was slow to react to the owner of the straining penis turning to look at her.

He smiled cockily at Gwen, turning his body slightly to offer her a better view from which to admire him. She jerked her head down and around, cheeks flush with the burn of knowing she had been caught. "I'm going to go for a swim," she mumbled, and hurried to the water intent on retreating to the relative safety of the boat. Gwen turned back one last time before diving in to see if Tim was following. The young couple was climbing the embankment behind her husband, the man's hand groping under and between his girlfriend's cheeks while she tried to swat him away. Despite her embarrassment, Gwen stopped and watched them disappear into the trees, then backpedaled until her feet could no longer touch the bottom. She knew the boat was not far away, but she did not turn and swim for it, instead feeling some relative security in having her nude body submerged. Gwen tread water, trying to be discrete as she scanned the trees.

Tim rose and casually strolled to the lake's edge and continued on into the water, towards Gwen. She stayed where she was as he approached, unwilling to move towards him and perhaps expose her breasts again. The young woman appeared from out of the trees as Tim drew near, hurrying towards her friends in a manner that suggested she was not particularly pleased, breasts bouncing with each stamping footfall as she vigorously rubbed at her right eye. Her boyfriend sauntered into view a moment later, smiling and apparently unconcerned with the woman's state of mind, erection drooping only slightly.

The perturbed woman unceremoniously dropped to her knees next to her friend and began talking while wiping at her face with her towel , obviously agitated. Gwen heard snippets of the conversation, "bastard", "quick shot", and "face" the only words spat with enough force to make out. Her companion had by now reached the group, his friend laughing loudly and pointing as the offended woman continued her story. The young man shrugged and joined the laughter before sitting down and trying to make peace with the agitated blonde.

Gwen saw this last bit play out from over Tim's shoulder as he reached for her. She backed up, deciding that any physical contact would send the wrong message to those on the beach. He laughed, clearly not offended by the rebuff.

"Wanna go take care of some business?" He said with a grin, mimicking the young man.

Gwen had no doubts as to what her husband was referring to. "Absolutely not! Not with all these people here! We've already been far too risky!"

"Well, how about we take care of business somewhere else?"

The Lady jumped at the chance to end this adventure before things went terribly wrong. "Anything you want," Gwen offered. "Let's just go now, OK?"

Tim smiled. "I think we've gotten enough sun . Don't want to overdo it on the first day. You want to come back with me and help pack up the bag?"

"No, you seemed to do just fine without me when you came in. I'm going to go back to the boat, alright?"

"Alright be me. I'll be out in a few minutes." Gwen allowed him a quick kiss before they went in opposite directions. Tim had already begun to pack the satchel by the time Gwen reached the ladder. She briefly considered getting her bikini back on before climbing up, but she knew it was going to be a major effort while treading water. She quickly clambered into the cockpit and sat down to get dressed.

Tim arrived as she was buttoning her shorts, thankful the bikini underneath had dried in the sun. He joined her and made his way forward to bring up the anchor.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Maybe in a little bit."

"Tim, you're going to get us in trouble!"

"Nah, I doubt it. The only authorities out here are Fish and Game. Charlie's got a buddy who's a warden out here, and he says they're so busy with drunk boaters and guys without fishing licenses that as long as you're not making a nuisance of yourself, they're not going to hassle you. Besides, we see skinnydippers out here all the time when we're fishin', and I've never seen anybody get busted for it."

"You've seen naked people out here before? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't think it was important. There's a cove further up the lake that we've seen have fifteen-twenty boats in it, and everyone partying, naked as the day they were born." Tim plopped in the captain's chair and turned the key. The engine grumbled to life, and he deftly brought the craft around and between the other boats.

Gwen expected him to move away from the shore and into the "highway" in the middle of the lake to speed their way back to the dock and ultimately, their bedroom. She guessed her husband was anxious for her to make good on the promise she had made in the water, and she was anxious to do so—the fear, excitement and appreciative looks had created a powerful desire in her.

She was disappointed to find he seemed to be retracing their route back up the shoreline, nosing around the point they had come by earlier. The cove beyond was now empty, the boat that had been there earlier gone.

Tim cut the engine and allowed the craft to coast to a stop twenty yards from shore. "So," he called out as he rose from his seat, "how about we take care of some business?"

"Here? We'll be seen!"

"We can go up into the woods, if you want..."

The Lady threw a tantrum at the thought of having sex in the dirt of the forest floor, the Slut taunting her with lurid images of Gwen on her hands and knees in a clearing while Tim took her roughly from behind. "Don't you want to wait until we get home, in a nice soft bed?"

"We can do that when we get home, too," he offered, "but you did say anywhere else, and this qualifies, so..." Tim moved to where she sat in the row seating along the stern and knelt before her. Gently he pushed a knee aside and began to kiss his way up the inside of her leg.

You said anything, not anywhere, the Lady protested, but Gwen allowed him to continue knowing that arguing the distinction would be splitting hairs. Her legs relaxed, opening for him, noting the lips drawing ever closer to where she hoped he would travel.

Tim stopped, and rising up on his knees, unbuttoned her shorts. She could see his staff was already approaching full length and she reached to encourage it to swell even further, but he moved before she could grasp it, rocking back on to his heels and pulling the shorts along with him. The process was repeated with her bikini bottom as she looked about nervously for onlookers, and then there was nothing between him and his goal. Again the kisses came, traveling up her thigh while she slouched and pushed her hips forward off the edge of the padded bench to make herself less viewable to others and more accessible to her husband's attention. She felt lips against her sex, and then a tongue gently probing for her opening. An engine revved in the distance, too far away to see us here, she decided. Gwen threw her head back and soaked in the incredible feelings radiating through her body. The tongue between her legs was patient, slowly but certainly driving her to orgasm. Still, she was surprised when it did finally come with her sitting in a boat on a well-traveled lake out where the world could see. The twitching woman was reluctant to admit those very circumstances only contributed to the strength of her climax.

She recovered faster than normal, the Lady and her senses anxious to return to vigilance. Gwen slipped to kneel next to her husband and urged him to take her place on the seat while glancing to the side to reassure herself that she could not be seen from outside the boat. Tim did as she instructed and assumed the same slouch, presenting himself to her while his arms rested comfortably on the railing behind him.

She gently began to run a fingernail along his length while she crouched between his legs, remembering how the girl on the beach had done the same to her man's penis. Too formal, Gwen decided. That was a cock, just like the one she was now teasing.

Tim closed his eyes, smiled, and groaned contentedly as fingers danced along his length. A fingernail dragged lower, over his loose sac, and continued down to stop just above where it would have to push between his cheeks. Gwen glanced up to affirm his satisfaction with her work and bent forward to run a tongue up under his sensitive head. He twitched, but certainly didn't push her away. She lightly stroked for some time, examining his manhood with a newfound interest as images of what she had seen on the beach formed comparisons. Those were nice, the Slut declared, particularly those belonging to the young men, but this one was hers.

"Tim?"

His eyes opened, but the look of contentment was still on his face. "Hmmm?"

"I want to see you shoot your stuff."

"I can do that. Want me to show you?" His hand was already reaching to start the process.

"No, I want to do it." He smiled and closed his eyes while her effort changed from tease to giving her husband the orgasm he deserved. Gently she cupped his balls while her fingers curled around his shaft in a delicate fist and began to stroke. He lasted for some time, Gwen beginning to wonder if she was somehow doing it wrong as her arm began to tire, before the thrusting of his hips told her he was near.

The first spurt leapt from his slit to land midway up his chest, each pulse after a little weaker until his remnants dribbled down over her fingers. Her grip stayed locked about him as she studied the milky white spend covering her knuckles. His body relaxed, and she knew he was satiated.

Tim took a quick swim to clean the remains of his orgasm from his body, and Gwen happily joined him after shedding her shirt and bikini top. The two swam and floated together for some time, Gwen only mildly concerned they might be discovered. She almost reluctantly climbed back aboard to begin the trip home.

Gwen happily took him up on his offer for another ride when they reached the comfort and privacy of their bedroom.