Dip in the Lake

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Robert is following a tradition that goes back generations - sitting beside the old pond at the end of the county road, drinking beer smuggled to him by his older brother. When his Mom's best friend catches him, things hardly turn out as he would have expected.

"So?" Jason asked as he rolled up at the bottom of the drive on his mountain bike.

Robert held up his phone, showing the message from his older brother with two specifically capitalized words in an otherwise innocuous message - care package.

"Sweet. Let's roll."

The pair set out on the gravel road, riding even deeper into the middle of nowhere. Living out in the country certainly had its disadvantages, but there were a few things that helped offset the boredom and inconvenience. One of them was the lack of prying eyes. Out of sight of Robert's house and that of their nearest neighbor, the two laid their bikes down in the tall grass off the side of the road. From there, they hiked a short distance back into the trees.

They moved unerringly toward a spot near a huge pecan tree, having visited many times before. There, they brushed away the leaves to reveal the weathered plastic lid of a cooler that had been buried there for longer than either of them had been alive. Inside, they found the care package from Robert's brother - six beers sitting in a bucket of melting ice.

"Bud Light," Jason said. "Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers."

"No shit," Robert agreed as he pulled off his backpack. Four of the beers went into a lunchbox with some ice packs, while the other two had to ride loose. Meanwhile, Jason pulled out the bucket and dumped it. As soon as the cache was hidden again, the two friends returned to their bikes.

Even more cautious with their illicit cargo on board, they rode farther down the county road toward where it dead-ended. As always, there were a few tense moments as they passed the long drive leading to Ms. Lake's house. She was his mom's best friend. Fortunately, they saw no sign of her on the drive, and with the thick summer growth, it was almost impossible for her to have seen them from the house.

The gravel grew less dense the farther they rode, and weeds popped up in the center of the road. When they turned the next corner, the road was nothing more than two hard-packed dirt tracks leading toward an old barn and their destination - the pond.

The tall grass once again provided cover as they walked down to the one spot along the shore devoid of cattails. The bluegills were going crazy, snapping at bugs on the surface. Not so long ago, it would have prompted them to open their tackle boxes and tie on poppers. Today, they had a far different diversion in mind, and popped open beers instead.

Jason downed his first before it had time to get warm. Robert was right there with him, and they crushed their cans at the same time.

A cold beer wasn't enough to counteract the heat and humidity of the day, though. Rob wiped his brow before the sweat could drip down into his eyes, and then kicked off his shoes. In a few seconds, he and Jason had both stripped down to their shorts.

There was a reason for the trampled trail through the weeds and the lack of cattails along the narrow patch of shore. Robert took the lead, jogging back up the hill a short distance with his friend at his side.

"Stakes?" Robert asked as they turned to face the pond again.

"Loser buys the next pizza?"

"You're on."

"You go first."

Rob chuckled and took off running. At the bottom of the hill, he jumped and sailed out over the water, coming down a respectable distance from shore. The water felt good, though it wasn't really cool. The pond was only about six feet deep, so the sun kept it fairly warm. He turned and floated sideways as his friend started down the hill.

Jason realized his error and tried to stutter-step to correct, but it was too late. His foot hit the slippery dirt where the water lapped against the shore, and down he went with arms and legs flailing. Robert flinched as his friend belly-flopped into the water.

A second later, he burst out into laughter when Jason stood up. Half of his face and his arms up to the elbows were covered in the slimy black muck from the bottom of the pond. He was still cracking up when Jason dunked his head to wash the stuff off his face.

"Ten for sticking that landing," he said between bouts of laughter.

"Yeah, well stick this!"

Rob dived as soon as he saw his friend lift the handful of black scum. He swam toward the opposite shore, knowing that in the small pond it wasn't far enough. Though he tried to dive again the moment he sucked in a breath, Jason was ready for him. The disgusting projectile caught him in the back of the head.

Back and forth they went, hurling the smelly mud at each other while trying to dodge the return fire. When both caught a near simultaneous throw in the face, Rob called, "Truce."

Jason spit and coughed. "Truce."

They washed off the mud, but the smell lingered. With cold beers in hand, they didn't mind much, though. Only minutes after they left the water, the bluegill returned. The fish were too tightly packed in the small pond to let something as trivial as humans invading their territory to stop their hunt for long.

The water virtually boiled along the edges, and a few of the fish even breeched, attempting to grab bugs clinging to the leaves above the surface. It was like an episode of Air Jaws in miniature, and enthralled them as they drank their beer.

"What have we here?"

Robert knew they were busted when he heard the voice. She and his mother talked all the time, and there was no way she could have missed what was going on. He turned toward her while futilely trying to hide his beer anyway.

"Relax. I'm not going to tell your parents," the blonde said as she walked down the trail toward them.

Rob saw her bike parked at the top of the hill and silently cursed himself for not having paid enough attention to hear her coming. At the same time, he couldn't help but admire her. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off long, gorgeous legs, and a t-shirt that made her tits look incredible. She was the same age as his mother, but she was still hot as hell.

"Let me guess. The cooler buried by the pecan tree?" she said as she reached the edge of the pond. When both of their eyes widened in surprise, she chuckled and added, "You're hardly the first, you know. Your uncle used to leave us beer there too, Robert."

Caught off-guard, Rob said, "You mean, you and Mom? Uncle Walt?"

"Uh huh." She leaned forward until she could see their poorly hidden beer and said, "Bud Light. You're lucky. Your uncle drank Pabst." She made a face and let out an exaggerated gagging sound.

"So, you're not going to rat us out?" Jason asked.

"No, but if you don't pay any more attention than you were today, you may not be so lucky next time."

Jason smiled, said, "Screw it, then," and took a long pull of his beer.

Rob decided to follow his friend's lead, and added a salute with the can before taking a drink.

She laughed, but then fanned her hand in front of her face. "Got into a bit of a mudslinging war, did we?"

"He started it," Rob said while pointing accusingly at his friend.

"I think you both finished it. You might want to hose yourselves off before you go in the house. That stink will get you in more trouble than getting caught drinking. You do realize this used to be a cow pond, years and years ago. At least part of that muck probably used to be cow patties."

Jason got a look in his eyes that Robert knew all too well. Sure enough, his friend cracked, "Well, great. That's some bullshit."

For a fraction of a second, Rob thought that one went a little too far, but thankfully, Ms. Lake only shook her head, rolled her eyes, and chuckled. "You'd better drink up. The rest of them are only getting hotter."

"Nah," Robert said while reaching for his backpack. He opened it and pulled out the lunchbox.

She pursed her lips and nodded in approval. "Insulated lunchbox. Good idea. Our second was always lukewarm, and the third was hot."

Jason downed the last of his beer and said, "Give me another."

Rob followed his friend's lead, finished his beer, and then retrieved another for both of them.

"And ice packs," Ms. Lake said. "Ingenious little sneaks, aren't you?"

Robert admitted, "Well, it was my brother's idea. That's how he used to do it."

"The bucket in the cooler was my idea," she proudly said, "It used to smell horrible because people left the water sitting in it. That's how it goes. Everybody adds something. The first cooler was metal, way back when. After it rusted out, somebody put the plastic one there."

"It doesn't smell real good right now," Jason said.

Rob thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we should hose it down with Lysol, then wipe it down and let it air out."

"There you go. Keep the chain going." The blonde looked out over the pond, wiped her brow with her sleeve and said, "The water sure looks inviting about now."

"You could always take a dip." Jason suggested.

Robert couldn't help imagining her with soaked clothes clinging to her. It only took a second of that for the idea to change to skinny-dipping, which happened rather frequently in the pond. Blood rushed between his legs as he fantasized about the hot, older woman standing naked in the water.

She turnedtoward them, wearing a crooked grin. "Not today. You could lend me one of those ice packs for a minute, though."

Rob pulled one out and handed it over. She pressed it against her forehead and let out a moan that sounded distinctly sexual to him. Next, she put the ice pack against her cheeks, one after the other, and then tilted her head back to hold it against her neck. That caused her breasts to lift, accentuating the already eye-catching display.

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