You were different. I knew that. But I still took you back to the lake. The one I took all my “victims” to. I wasn’t going to, but when you asked me if I knew anywhere we could “go have some fun,” I couldn’t turn it down. Hell, it was a beautiful night, and I really didn’t think you’d actually do much. We had just been out on a date. Like a *real* date. The first one I had ever been on, actually. At the ripe age of 23. All we had done was kiss up to this point, and quite honestly, maybe the slut in me was ready to play. She hasn’t been out much recently, and I had my eyes set on you.
When we pulled in, I got out and went and sat on the dock. I really hadn’t done that with anyone else. We usually just hooked up in my car. But I knew you weren’t that type of person. So we stuck our feet in the water. Innocent, right? It was. Until I straddled you. Put your face veryyyy close to my boobs and felt the way your hands moved to the apex of my thighs… grabbing what was yours. You were so gentle when you moved your hands to my tits. Roved your hands all over my body. I finally got sick of how slow you were going. So I pulled my t-shirt over my head, reached around, and unbuckled my bra. Your hands were the only bra I wanted, and I *needed* it. You finally pulled at my shorts and asked me what color panties I was wearing. I had on a cute little green and lace pair… not that I thought you’d really see them. But suddenly, I was shimmying my cutoff shorts down my legs on the public dock where anyone could see me. See us.
Once my shorts hit the wood, I had a mischievous grin on my face. I knew you saw it too… because I saw the same one on you. Call me crazy. But I wanted to go skinny dipping. When I looped my fingers into my panties, pulling them down my legs and throwing them at you, I never thought you’d follow suit. But suddenly we were in the water, naked, on our first official date. My legs were wrapped around your waist, and we were making out like two teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other.
I felt it. Your rock-hard cock is just below me. I needed you. I know we had agreed to wait and take things slow. But I also knew that this moment wasn’t the time for waiting. I wanted you. You clearly wanted me. So, I looked at you in the moonlight, cocked my head, and asked: “So, are you going to fuck me, or what?” I’m pretty sure you heard angels singing in that exact moment. You leaned in, put your lips just off my ear, and whispered: “Bend over the dock”. Had I fucked in public like this? No, but I wanted to. I loved the idea of people watching. Of people hearing. These people were once my neighbors, and now they'd be listening to the innocent little girl they thought they knew take this big army man's cock bent over the dock. Could it possibly get any hotter? Maybe not. But the real thing would always be hotter than the story ;) As you drove into me the first few times, you held my hair with one hand, your other on the small of my back, and said: “When you’re bent over with your hair in my hand and taking my cock like a good slut, you look like *mine*.”
After you had properly fucked me (and given me a few pretty bruises along my chest and knees from holding me down to the dock), you lifted me back up, told me to wrap my arms and legs around you, and got back in the water. You just held me. Didn’t press your luck. Just put gentle kisses on my neck and cheek and told me that I was “such a good girl” and I did “so good”. Was this aftercare? Was this what it felt like when someone actually cared about you, and you weren’t just a pussy to fuck? A means to an end? Crazy. I had always been the secret. The “homewrecker”. But now, I was starting to feel a lot more like *yours*.
