Wishes

By the lake - English

The sun was just setting when Sam put his arm around my shoulders. I snuggled up to him and listened to his heartbeat. I've always been fascinated by the heart and its world. Maybe that's why I became a cardiologist.

Sam was the head of the department at the hospital where I worked. I met him when I was a medical student. It was love at first sight. Working under his supervision was sweaty, but my colleagues reassured me that there was actually a sentimental soul hiding beneath the serious exterior.

The sun shone like a thousand crystals on the lake's surface as it slowly descended behind the surrounding mountains.

"My Dove?"

I looked up into those mesmerizing sea-blue eyes. "Yes?"

"I want you... here and now"

Sam kissed me. Hot, burning, hungry. His hand wandered to my neck, which he squeezed gently.

I moaned into the kiss. As he touched me and took possession of my lips, a pleasant tingling sensation passed through me. I knew that feeling well and gave myself to it.

I let him lay me down on the picnic blanket and then pull the dress down from my shoulders. His velvety lips found my neck and Sam bit my sensitive skin. With a small moan, I let him know that this felt really good.

My fingers found the buttons of his shirt and began to work at removing the garment. Sam took the opportunity of my attention to slide his hands down my cleavage to my breasts. He squeezed them and I cried out. But I loved every minute of it. I threw the black shirt away with such force that it almost ended up in the lake.

The thought that anyone could see us on the lakeshore made me wet for some reason.

Sam got me out of my clothes, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, he had a very easy time of teasing me. He pinched my nipples with two fingers, making me close my eyes and moan.

"Look at that, someone is still very sensitive," Sam said with a smug smile on his face.

"Why is that, you idiot?" I asked with feigned indignation.

Sam playfully pinched my left breast and then started massaging it. A moment later, I found myself letting out only moans and groans.

The man's right hand began to slide down my chest, over my belly to my private parts. My panties were already glistening with my juices, which caught Sam's attention.

"Maybe I should have been a gynaecologist," he remarked as he hooked his fingers into my underwear.

- No. Don't even think about getting other women...

He wouldn't let me finish. With one strong movement, he literally ripped off my underwear, leaving me completely naked.

Sam sat on my hip and reached for his belt. It took him less than two seconds to unbuckle it and pull down his pants.

I looked down at the familiar hump between his legs. I couldn't believe I'd wet myself even more, even with him covered.

"Do you like it,  my Dove? Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes... please," I nodded.

"Goed meisje (Good girl)," he whispered in Dutch.

When Sam spoke in his own language, it always touched a sensitive spot. This sensitive spot was probably on the 'way' to my womb.

Now it was my turn to relieve Sam of his excess clothing. Ever so slowly, I pulled the underpants down from his hips, glancing up and down at his face occasionally. An involuntary smile took control of my face as Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"You really want me to fuck you," Sam growled.

"Maybe," I grinned.

"You naughty little thing."

Sam held my shoulders down, his knees pushing my legs apart. The cold air felt interesting on my freshly waxed body.

I looked down at his length and tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much when he put it inside me.

"Are you ready, my Dove?" he murmured in my ear.

My answer was a small nod.

Sam slowly placed himself to my entrance. It felt almost hot compared to the cold air that surrounded us.

The man gently guided his length inside me and I sighed, trying to get used to his size. Every time we had sex, I had to get used to this seventeen centimeter.

"There. You okay, my Dove?"

"Yeah...I'm fine," I mumbled.

"Good. Hold onto my shoulder," Sam instructed.

I did as he asked. I put my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails a little into his skin. I knew it would turn him on.

At that moment everything went quiet around us. All I could hear were the sighs and feel him begin to move in my pussy.

My moans turned into groans, my hips picked up the rhythm Sam dictated. The intensity of my moans increased as Sam picked up the pace.

I could feel that I didn't need much more. A few thrusts and I was through the gate of pleasure.

"Sam... I'm about to..."

Sam chuckled, but didn't change the pace. The steady pace was the best for pleasure.

A minute later, the miracle happened. I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. My back arched, my moans died away. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of my orgasm. My pleasure lasted until Sam came. With a low growl, he indicated that he was enjoying it very much.

After we both calmed down, he lay down next to me and threw a blanket over the two of us. He held me tightly as he stroked my back and whispered words of praise in my ear.

I could only smile as the honeyed words lulled me to sleep on the water's edge. I was sure we would be coming back for more camping trips.