The August heat hammered down as me and Evey pounded the dirt trail around her lakehouse. My six-foot frame, kind of skinny but strong, kept pace with her. She was a vision—shorter than me by a foot, with small tits that bounced tight under her tank top, and a rock-hard ass demanding attention in her shorts. Every stride showed off that lean, athletic body. I was already hard, my dick straining against my shorts, thinking about what I wanted to do.

When we got back, sweat dripped off us. “Let’s cool off,” she grinned, kicking off her shoes. We stripped down to nothing right there by the dock. Her body was a masterpiece—tight stomach, firm thighs, a wet patch glistening between her legs. My cock hung thick, long and uncut, pulsing as she eyed it.

We dove in. The water was cold but we didn’t last long. She swam right up to me, her tits pressing against my chest, her hand sliding down to wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, it’s huge,” she whispered. My own hand slipped between her thighs, her cunt wet and slick. She moaned, rubbing against my fingers.

She pulled me inside, through the kitchen to the master bath. The shower was big, with stone walls. Hot water blasted down as she slid a condom on me with trembling fingers, then bent over, gripping the faucet handles. That perfect, tight ass presented itself.

I guided my cockhead to her slit. “Please, fuck me,” she begged. I slid in—slow, inch by inch. She was so