Chapter 1
THE WELL-BUILT BRUNETTE RAN OUT OF the water and started ud the sandy beach, her golden body glistening in the hot sunlight. In seconds, the racing figure behind her closed the gan. and the two nude bodies drooped to the sand, locked tightly together.
Scott slipped his hands down his wife's back and cupped her dimpled buttocks in his palms. Val ground her hips against him, rubbing her hot body across his stiff, straining cock. Scott let out a gasp and grinned at her.
"You never get enough, do you, baby?"
She answered him by reaching for his throbbing organ and guiding it into her moist open cunt lips. Scott groaned and pistoned toward her, driving his cock into her ready, waiting body. Val's moan of pleasure drifted across the wide beach through the quiet air as her fingernails raked Scott's back and urged him into action.
Mel's ears strained for a second, and then he heard the sound again. There could be no mistaking its origin. He raised himself to a sitting position on the surface of the hot rock and turned his eyes in the direction of the sound. There was nothing but the soft rustling of the trees around him, and he smiled and shook his head.
Things were getting pretty bad when he started dreaming about a woman's passion-filled moans. He had been at the isolated resort for almost four months, ever since his divorce had come through. He had only intended to stay for a few weeks, just to give himself time to get his thoughts clear; but the fact that there were only three cabins on the lake-unoccupied with the exception of his own-had somehow held him longer. He knew it wasn't good to stay alone any place for too long, but he had needed time to think ... time to unwind.
Being alone had given him the opportunity to free himself of the hectic life of running the business empire he had inherited from his father. He had found to his amazement that the whole complex could run very smoothly without his personal touch, and had learned how good it could be to be completely free of the outside world.
He had spent the time sunbathing, uninhibited by clothing, enjoying the rugged natural surroundings of the tiny, out-of-the-way resort. His athletic, god-like body had taken on a deep bronzed hue, and the peace and quiet had almost erased the scar left inside him by his cheating wife.
He reached over for the rumpled pack of smokes beside him and pulled one out. Just as he was about to light it, he heard a shrill cry of ecstasy that sent shivers of desire up his spine. There was no thought of a dream now, as he stood up and worked his way over to the edge of the huge rock and looked down at the sandy beach below.
For a second he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the couple rolling in the sand below him, obviously in the throes of release. One thing he hadn't expected was company.
His surprise was quickly overcome by the rising heat in his loins as he feasted his eyes on the fantastically well-built brunette bouncing her dimpled rump in the sand below. They were quite a distance away from him, but he had no trouble guessing her 38-23-36 measurements.
He watched, almost mesmerized, as they parted and stood up. The sight of the panting brunette made him very conscious of the fact that he hadn't had a woman for almost four months, and his massive cock began to grow between his thighs. He was so interested in watching the couple below that he didn't realize he was just as easy to see as they were. The brunette smiled as she spotted him, and then she raised her hand over her head and waved.
Mel flushed as she waved; then he glanced down and realized that she must be able to see his huge stiff cock from below. He stepped back automatically and disappeared from their view.
Val turned to Scott and smiled. "Did you see that?"
Scott was still staring up at the cliff above.
"Christ, did I ... he's got a cock on him like a stallion. He must be the guy the old pian told us about when we rented the cabin."
Val gazed up at the cliff, half-hoping the muscular figure would appear again.
"If I'd known he was that good-looking-and hung like a horse-I'd have paid him a visit the second we got here."
Scott grinned.
"We, baby ... we. Personally, I don't think we should waste any more time before getting to know him. He was obviously interested by the look of the rod he was wearing; maybe we've found ourselyes a swinger."
Val bent down and picked up the towel lying in the sand.
"C'mon; the old man said there were only two more cabins. They must be spread around the lake. It shouldn't take too long for us to find out which one he's in."
Mel opened the door of the sleek, black Continental convertible and slid in behind the wheel. He turned the key and the big motor roared into life; then he pulled out onto the narrow, dusty road and started toward his cabin.
He couldn't get the picture of the big brunette out of his mind. It had been a long time since his last piece of tail, as his stiff, pulsing cock painfully reminded him. Christ, she had been nice ... big, firm tits that jiggled enticingly as she waved....
Waved....
Mel slowed the big ragtop and grinned.
What the hell was he running from? Sure, he'd been embarrassed about being caught watching them, nude, and with a hard-on; but she had waved.
Obviously she didn't give a damn if he watched; and if she didn't, neither did the guy with her. It didn't add up, but there it was as plain as day. At this point, he didn't really give a damn why they didn't care; the sight of them making love had brought his unsated desire to a head, and he needed a good screw.
He saw the turn-off for his cabin; and he wheeled the Continental up under the big trees in front of the rustic, but comfortable, building. He paused for a second after shutting it off; then he got out and walked into the cabin. He had become so used to living casual that he had a little trouble finding his clothes. Finally he managed to find a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He pulled them on quickly, his mind still working on the answer to what he'd seen on the beach.
The more he thought about it, the more he figured he must be wrong. The broad had probably waved at him just to indicate that she knew they were being watched. He was just so damn horny that he was ready to take anything as an invitation for a hunk of tail. At least the incident had proved to him that it was time to leave and get back to civilization.
Ron walked out of the ancient office and crossed over to the white Chrysler hardtop, swinging the key on its chain. He pulled the driver's door open and sat down behind the wheel.
"Jesus, baby, you can sure pick 'em ... this place must be a thousand miles from nowhere."
Penny looked over at him and forced herself to smile. "Please try to enjoy it, Ron. You agreed to go anywhere I suggested for this two weeks ... you said our marriage was worth one more try. We can straighten things out here; I know we can if you'll only give it a fair chance."
Ron pulled the car door shut and dropped the car into gear. The Chrysler shot away from the small office and cut off into the narrow, winding road that led around the lake. Penny's eyes stayed on him as he drove. For a split-second she wondered if there was any hope for them; then she pushed the thought aside and looked out the window at the thick underbrush. She sucked in a deep breath of the fresh air and smiled.
It would work ... she would make it work. Ron couldn't resist making a play for another woman if there was one around ... but here, isolated like this, she was sure she could make him see that she was what he really wanted.