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 pale skin that bordered the more tanned sections of her beautiful bod.

She smelled like sunscreen.

“The biggest cola you have — with lots of ice,” she said.

I delivered.

“You having fun?” I asked, trying to start a conversation.

“My boyfriend’s being an asshole,” she confided. Then she took a swig of soda, unaware that the word “boyfriend” had dashed my hopes and broken my young heart.

That night, I’d lain in bed, thinking of her sunshine yellow suit, her long dark hair and her big brown eyes. That suit had perfectly hugged her every curve. It was so snug I even caught a glimpse of her cunt’s cleft.

As I jerked off, I imagined sliding my hand along her slit — and having my tongue follow it. I came so hard I could barely catch my breath.

The following year, she’d worn an electric green two-piece, a black hoodie and slip-on checkered sneakers. She also had a new boyfriend.

The same heartbreak, the same masturbation routine for me. I watched her every day until she left. I tried to woo her over cold sodas and made small talk with her as I commiserated with her about that season’s shitty boyfriend.

Two more autumns came and went, and every year, she grew more attractive and matured into her beauty. I’d go home with a wounded heart and a dick so hard it rivaled petrified wood.

But last year everything changed.

Lisa’s one-piece was neon pink. She had an old flannel draped over her shoulders because it was chilly and wore denim cutoffs. Her hair was shorter, having been cut into a fashionable bob.

“And so we meet again,” she said with a friendly smile as she took a seat at the café’s counter.

Well, that was different.

“So we do,” I answered calmly. I drew a tall, cold cola from the fountain and placed it before her. “Would you also like some nuclear hot, salty fries to go with that?”

Color flooded her cheeks, and she grinned sheepishly as she said, “You’ve grown to know me so well.”

I swear my cock twitched. But I still steeled myself for my yearly letdown and joked, “So what has the boyfriend of the year done to drive you inside this café?”

She stared at me for a beat too long. I felt an odd sensation. Maybe it was hope.

“I actually came up to see if you were here,” she confessed.

I was shocked and confused, and blurted out, “Me?”

“Yeah, I think this is the year,” she said.

“The year?”

“The year we fuck. Finally. I mean, you felt it too, right? You’ve been flirting with me all these years, haven’t you?”

I did my best impression of a fish, opening and closing my mouth as I grappled with my surprise.

Suddenly, she looked horrified and said, “Oh my God! Do you have a girlfriend?” She smacked her forehead none too gently. “A wife?”

I laughed out loud and told her, “No, I was just surprised is all.”

She sat up straight, took a deep breath and said, “Good. Then am I right?”

“About?”

“Is this the year we fuck?”

Inside I was buzzing with electricity and excitement. I told her, “Yes. Fuck yes.”

“What time do you get off?”

Whenever you’re around, I thought, but I kept my smartass response to myself and told her, “Six.”

“Well, I’m in cabin six. I came alone this year. Just knock when you get there.”

I watched her tight ass sway as she walked out, her short cutoffs leaving little to the imagination. My cock was already hard. I had to remind myself I had hours to go before I got off work, and then I’d really get off.

I practically skipped to Lisa’s cabin. All those years of flirting and trying, and then this summer, out of the blue, she wanted to hook up. A man couldn’t ask for more than that.

I knocked twice, and the door swung open. She’d traded the swimsuit for a sherbet orange tank dress. The simple cut still managed to highlight all the right places: the swell of her perky tits, the flare of her hips and the generous bump of her sweet ass.

There were flames crackling in the fireplace, which was a good thing because the sun had dipped in the sky and the night was rapidly cooling down.

“Hey,” she said in a breathy voice. “I wasn’t sure you were going to come.”

I outright laughed at her remark and said, “You’re kidding, right?”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from scanning her lush body.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “You never know.”

I stepped inside her cabin and shut the door. When she closed the gap between us, I ran my hands along her curves.

“There’s one thing you should know,” I said. “I’ll always 100 percent show up for this.”

And then I kissed her — finally.

In seconds, my primal urges took over. My lips were on her neck. She smelled like barbecue smoke and cool air. I inhaled the scent of her and ran my hand up under her dress until my fingers encountered her panties.

Lisa wriggled when my digits hooked the sides of her undies. I pulled them down with her help. Next, she grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged on it before kissing me hard. She kicked her panties aside, grabbed my hand and guided it to her pussy.

I slid a finger inside her heat.

“Feel that,” she said. “That’s how ready I am after all this time.”

I plunged a second finger inside her and thrust both of them deep as I kissed her again. Her tongue was hot and eager as it warred with mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could tell her nipples were hard beneath the flimsy fabric of her orange frock.

“This dress has to go,” I said.

“Yes, please.”

She stepped back, and I grabbed her hem and whisked off her shift.

She stood there spectacularly naked. Her pale breasts, torso and hairless mound were highlighted by her tan. All that stark white flesh contrasting with her sun-browned arms and legs.

“You are spectacular,” I said.

She laughed and then said, “Take off your clothes.”

In no time, I got naked.

We were drawn together like two magnets. Her arms wrapped around me, and her hands roamed over my body. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke my rod.

For a moment, I was sure I’d see the face of God. The sensation was that exquisite.

Her strokes grew faster, and her kisses became rougher. I broke contact with her and steered her to the sofa. She dropped to her ass, squealing and laughing, and lay across it horizontally.

I insinuated myself between her splayed thighs. She stared at me as I ran my cock along the slick, wet slit of her pussy.

“Fuck me,” she said in all seriousness, her laughter fading fast.

I didn’t wait to respond with words. I held her hips, pulling her slightly forward on the sofa cushion, and drove my cock into her slippery heat with delicious ease.

We both sighed.

I thrust fast and hard, wanting to fully bury myself in her. She draped a hand behind my neck and pulled herself up to kiss me.

Her smooch turned into a nip on my lower lip that made me groan. Then she fell back against the cushions — her face flushed and gorgeous — as her hips repeatedly rose to meet mine.

Leaning forward, I licked one of her hard nipples. I continued to pump my cock in and out of her cunt. When she moaned like a wild woman, I mimicked her kiss by turning my lick into a bite.

She moved to sit up, and I drew back, wondering if she’d changed her mind about me. But my fears were meritless.

She kissed me and asked, “Mind if I drive?”

My brain went utterly blank for a moment, and then I nodded.

She pushed me back, so I was splayed on the sofa, and climbed aboard my bone.

Lisa straddled my hips as she positioned my cock exactly where she wanted it. One of her warm hands pressed to my chest as the other guided my rod into her box. It took forever, or so it seemed, for her to fully sink down onto my spike. But after I was fully seated in her hot cunt, she began to move.

Lisa bowed her head as she concentrated on bucking the way she wanted. I could tell she was searching for the magic rhythm that would make her climax, and she seemed to be succeeding.

Meanwhile, I concentrated on not coming until she got off. After waiting what felt like centuries for our carnal connection, I didn’t want to blow it by popping off too soon. I carefully pumped my hips upward, which triggered all sorts of ball-tingling thrills for me.

“That’s it,” she said almost conversationally. “Right there.”

Her body moved sinuously, and her rhythm was perfect. She rocked her hips from side to side as I started to move quicker.

I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands and play with her nipples. I stroked them softly before pinching them without warning.

She moaned and threw back her head. I repeated the process. Touching, stroking, and then pinching her hard enough to make me wonder if I’d hurt her. But I knew I didn’t because she gasped ecstatically and her pussy tightened around my cock.

I thrust up from under her then, finding my own timing to meet her. Dropping my hands from her tits, I gripped the sides of her hips and held on. My need to move faster was overcoming my rationality. I held her tight with my hands as I edged closer and closer to climaxing.

“I’m going to come,” she said. “I’m so close.” Her voice was nearly a whine. “So close. Move a little faster. Fuck me a little faster.”

I obliged, bouncing my hips and moving with a desperate need that overtook me. I was pretty close to coming myself.

Lisa squeezed her cunt around me. It felt like a velvet fist, begging me to let go and claim my release.

I didn’t. I held on.

She did it again and again still. It was the most amazing torture I’d ever endured.

“I’m coming,” she wailed. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!”

Her pussy spasmed around my shaft. Hot, wet juices coated my cock and my crotch. That did me in — the wet proof of her orgasm.

Clutching her hips, I held her fast and thrust up from under her using short, eager jabs.

When my release hit me, I snarled like a beast. The sensations were perfection, and the woman leaning over me was spectacular. She was many things: beautiful, bold, sexy. But most of all, she was worth the wait.