Rachel And Jason
It was a night unlike any other. Rachel had just arrived for our date. Rachel was a girl about five feet tall and she had deep brown eyes that glistened like the morning dew, she had a passion for life on it’s own that could never be broken. Her ass could not be compared to the likes of any living, she could only be compared to the goddesses on Mount Olympus. I had the perfect evening planned. First I was going to take her for a candlelit dinner at a restaurant where my buddy worked. It was about one in the morning when we were done with our meal. We went out onto the lake in a boat built for two.
We went out onto the center of the lake. You could see every ripple on the water. The ducks would come and go as they pleased and every so often a fish would jump out of the water and then smack back down. It was a wonderful place. I put my hand on her thigh and she gave me a look of reassurance. Then, almost as though god intended this to happen, the wind blew her skirt up only to leave her thong and a very needy snatch. Then my wandering fingers find the opening to her snatch, they burry themselves beneath her lips and using a cum-hither motion I stimulated her clit.