Casual visitors to the lake come and go, and locals watch them do so. The first time I saw Lisa was a few autumns ago. The beautiful tourist stood out for me because she wore a yellow one-piece swimsuit when all the other girls were dressed in sleek black bikinis. The sight of her instantly stiffened my dick.

The weather had just been turning then as it was now. The people who knew the lake and the weather were there to wring the last few warm days from the end of the season.

I was employed at the café that bordered the sand. I worked it every summer and early fall since I turned 18 and planned to do so until I finished my college degree.

During her first trip, Lisa came in wearing her beat-up sneakers and bright bathing suit with a sweatshirt tied around her waist. The suit had shifted, showing slices of... Read More