Ayla and I spend the morning hiking up to our favorite lake.

Of course, watching Ayla’s ass ahead of me on the trail fuels my imagination and I have sex on my mind the whole time, but once we reach our favorite spot, being able to drop all our gear is enough relief for me for the moment. Ayla, however, immediately strips.

“I’m going in,” she announces. “We can set up later. Right now all I want is to feel that water on my skin.” I don’t argue. It’s the middle of the day, crazy hot, and the lake looks so appealing.

The mountain water feels fantastic. As I swim, Ayla dives, coming up behind me and throwing an arm over my shoulder. I spin to hold her. Ayla’s breasts mash into my chest as we tread water, our bodies pressed together. Unable to resist, I... Read More