Ray Todd - The nymph next door

"Jesus Christ, she's built," laughed Stan as they watched the girl standing by the dock, looking across the lake.

"That's real eatin' stuff," Sonny sighed. "Real eatiin' stuff."

"Shit," gasped Stan when she turned around and began slowly walking toward the village store. "Here she comes."

"Hi," she smiled at them as she walked up the steps and entered the building.

"What's doin'," Sonny stammered, his cock lunging in his pants.

A few minutes later she reappeared with a Coke. "Have you guys seen anyone pull into the docks with a white and gold boat?" she asked.

"There hasn't been any boat come in for the past hour," Stan answered. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah," she grinned. "A friend of mine was supposed to meet my bus and take me back across the lake."

"Do we know him?" Sonny asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "His name is Brad Roberts."

"Oh," grinned Stan. "His folks have that big summer home on the other side by French Landing."

"Then you know him?" Teri smiled.

"Not really," answered the boy. "I just know who he is. You were over here with his father last Sunday, weren't you?"

"Yes," she beamed, pleased that they had noticed her.

"I sure liked that bikini you were wearing." Sonny smiled, unable to forget those big luscious tits.

"Was it the bikini or the boobs?" she giggled, deciding to tease the boys a bit.

They were so startled by her frank language that neither of them could come up with an answer.

"Why do boobs excite guys so much?" she continued when they didn't answer.

"Hell," Stan stammered. "I guess it's because they feel so good."

"Do you like to touch boobs," she teased, loving to excite men as she always did.

"Sure," Sonny grinned.

"I love to have mine touched," she whispered, getting up and walking slowly down toward the dock.

"Christ," Stan muttered to his friend, "she's sure a hot bitch."

"She's sure hot and ready," his friend answered as they watched her short skirt blowing up around her thighs.

When she didn't return, the two young men walked down to where the girl was standing.

"Can we drive you over to the Roberts' place?" Stan asked, anxious to know the girl better.

"Thank you," she smiled, pointing across the lake, "but here comes Brad now."

Looking out over the water, they could see his white and gold boat speeding toward the dock.

"I'm kind of sorry he's coming," she smiled with a suggestive expression in her eyes. "I think riding home with you guys would have been quite an experience."

"Can we see you sometime?" Sonny asked as Brad nosed the boat up against the dock.

"That's up to you," she whispered, giving them a secret smile. "You know where I'm staying."

The two boys helped hold the boat steady while Teri stepped aboard.

"Hey," called Stan as Brad started moving the boat out. "What's your name?"

"Teri," she shouted back. "Teri Barker."

"See you Teri," they waved as the boat moved away.

"Who are they?" Brad asked, painting the boat toward the open water.

"I don't know," she smiled. "Just a couple of guys I met while I was waiting for you."

"I sure missed you," Brad smiled when the boat began churning across the water.

"Me, too," giggled Teri, reached over and lightly touching his crotch, pleased that it was hard as she'd expected it to be.

When they were well out onto the lake, Teri pulled his cock out and gave him the slow, slurping blow-job that she knew he wanted.

"When are you gonna fuck me?" she teased a few minutes later as she licked at the globs of cum that had trickled out between her lips.

"Please don't start that again," the boy sighed. "When you're alder we'll talk about it."

Teri rode in silence for the rest of the trip, her thoughts on Brad's father. Ever since the evening Tracy had fucked her in the motel, Teri's thoughts had been on nothing but fucking. It made her furious that Brad refused to screw her and she wondered what he'd do if he knew his own father had plucked her cherry.

Teri had a very sleepless night, her mind on nothing but wanting to get screwed again. Lying in the darkness of her room, she excitedly fingered her erect clit while her mind vividly relived every delicious moment of her evening in the motel with Brad's father. Her thoughts gradually turned to the memory of watching Gimp's big gnarly cock pumping into Susan's hot slippery cunt. The memory of that was even more exciting than her own encounter with Tracy Roberts. Closing her eyes and pretending that Gimp's big cock was plunging in and out of her own trembling slit, she fingered herself to a delirious orgasm. Before she finally dropped off to sleep, Teri decided that she was going to seduce the dock hand.

Getting up the next morning, she had breakfast on the terrace with Susan and the two boys, her mind still on Gimp's massive cock.

"Brad," Susan said to her son, "would you mind taking me across the lake to the store this afternoon? I need to pick up a few things."

"Sure," he smiled, and then turning to Teri. "Would you like to ride over with us?"

"No, thanks," she smiled, thrilled at being left alone, giving her a chance at Gimp. "I have some letters to write."

Early that afternoon, wearing only a pair of brief white shorts and a loose halter, Teri walked down to the dock with Susan and the boys. When she'd waved good-bye and the boat had headed for open water, she slowly walked up toward Gimp's shack. She casually walked past the windows, hoping he would see her and come out. With her pussy burning and itching for sexual relief, she finally walked up and knocked on the door. When he didn't answer, she opened the door and peered in to find the man gone.

Filled with disappointment and frustration, she had just started up the path toward the cabin when she heard someone calling her name from down by the dock. Looking back, she saw Stan and Sonny waving to her from a small motor boat that they're just tied up.

"Hi, guys," she shouted, pleased to see the two handsome boys standing there in their cut-offs, their deeply bronzed bodies gleaming in the early afternoon sun. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for the prettiest blonde on the lake," called Stan.

Pleased with the flattery, Teri hurried down to join them.

"Want to take a spin?" Sonny asked, staring at her luscious tits that were so blatantly revealed in the loose halter top.

"Where?" she smiled, pleased that they were ogling her body.

"We're delivering some groceries over to Joy Adams' cabin," grinned Stan. "Thought maybe you'd like to ride along."

"Who's Joy Adams?" Teri asked, flattered that they wanted her to accompany them.

"She's a writer," Sonny explained. "She's quite a character. I think you'd like her."

"Okay," Teri smiled. "Everyone's gone from here for the afternoon. I'd like to go with you."

Jumping into the boat, they were soon skimming across the water.

"Hey," the girl shouted over the roar of the motor. "What's your name?"

"I'm Stan," answered the tall blond boy. "And this is Sonny."

"Hi Stan 'n' Sonny," she giggled, smiling at the shorter, dark-haired boy.

A few minutes later, the boat slowed down and headed for an old dilapidated pier that pointed out into the lake or weather-beaten pilings. On the share, just up the path from the pier was a small cabin similar to dozens of them that dotted the lake shore. But it stood out because the front door was a brilliant orange and every window shutter was a different color, ranging from shocking pink to a bright turquoise. Although the colors were bold, the overall appearance was like a fairy tale candy house.

After carrying the packages up the path, they knocked on the door. It was opened by the most striking young lady that Teri had ever seen. Joy Adams was in her mid-twenties with long red hair and big smoky grey eyes that peered out from behind a pair of large, horn-rimmed glasses that didn't even distract from her beautiful fresh face. She was holding a cigarette between her wide, generous lips and was wearing nothing but a short blue housecoat that she was holding together in front.