Wild Morning Fishing Turns into Raw Lakeside Threesome

Bumpy dirt path jolts the car. April dawn, crisp air hits as we park near the lake’s hidden cove. Alex kills the engine, laughing at my wobbly heels sinking into soft earth. Skirt flips up in the breeze—no panties, smooth shave bare under pleated mini. I dressed slutty to edge him all morning drive, hands teasing his bulge, my pussy dripping but denying release. Spot the lone fisherman through bushes, thermos steaming, lines in water. Older guy, quiet type. Heart races. This is it—adrenaline spike I crave.

We set up loud, rods clattering, me clinging to Alex on the slope. Laughter echoes. I catch fisherman’s glance, skirt hiking, thighs flashing. He stares. Good. Alex whispers, ‘Tease him for me.’ I sip air, nipples hardening under thin blouse, wool vest loose. Fish bites—he reels in. Now he knows we’re here. Belly tightens. I saunter over, heels crunching gravel, ‘Morning! Nice setup.’ Smile hooks him. He pours coffee, black and hot. Steam curls up. I crouch close, thighs parting, skirt riding high—does he see my slit? Eyes lock, spark flies. His blush fuels me. Chat bullshit, fish counts. Hand back empty mug, bend forward climbing bank—ass fully out, cheeks spread. Turn: Alex grins from afar.

The Approach

Back for more joe. Ditch vest. Blouse clings, tits heavy, nipples poking. Perch splashes us wet. I rub damp fabric, heaving chest on display. Buttons undo slow—one, two—cleavage swells. ‘Mind if I chill?’ Towel down, back to him: pussy lips peek, bald and wet. Turn, strip blouse off. Tits bounce free, dark nipples stiff. ‘Sun feels fucking good on skin.’ Stretch out, legs bent, skirt bunched waist-high. Spread wider—cunt exposed, glistening. He fumbles pants, bulge strains. Phone buzzes in my bag—ignored. His hand adjusts cock. I sit up, ‘Get comfy.’ Belt unclicks, zipper down—veiny dick springs. Grip it, stroke slow. Alex nears, smiling.

The Explosion

Kneel, tongue flicks tip. Salty pre-cum. Alex hikes skirt, fingers my ass. Slides cock in pussy—deep thrusts while I suck stranger hard. Balls ache, I hold back. He pets shoulders, tits—pinch those nips, jolt shoots. Alex pulls out, spurts hot on cheeks. ‘Fuck her ass, she loves it.’ Condom tossed. Teeth rip pack, mouth-rolls it on—suck down shaft. Turn, arch back: cheeks spread, rosebud winks. He pushes in—tight ring grips, stretches fire. Inch by inch, balls-deep. Pound slow, build. Guide his cock to my hole myself. Rhythmic slams, I impale greedy. Moans guttural. Grab Alex’s dick, suck sloppy while ass-fucked. Body quakes—his load floods condom, electric. Alex paints my face cum.

Panting heap on towel. Coffee finishes lukewarm. Alex chats: we’re exib couple, this fantasy hit real. My skin buzzes, sun warms sticky mess. Tits out, cum drying. No regrets—pure rush. Pack slow. Surprise offer hangs, but morning fades. Slip blouse on, skirt straightens. Heels steady now. Wave bye, car rumbles away. Back to normal, stranger forever.