040. The Lake House | part 10

"Max! Max, baby, wake up."

Startled by the tone of Sam's voice, I bolt out of bed like there was a fire or something. Rubbing my eyes I stare at her and Tracey, lying beside each other, their faces flushed; as if they've just experienced the hottest sexual experience of their lives. "What the hell is so funny?"

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you like that, I - - um - - we thought you were going to have a heart attack the way you were groaning and squirming around on the bed."

"Well, I wasn't! I WAS sleeping."

"Oh, Max, baby. You were doing more than sleeping." Tracey giggled as Sam pointed to the huge wet spot in the middle of the bed. "That must have been one hell of an erotic dream to make you do that."

With my embarrassment level through the roof now, the girls scooted off the only dry spot and Sam returns to the room with clean, dry sheets. With the bed remade, we climb back under the covers; but this time, Sam is in the middle with me up against her back and she is face to face with Tracey.

I reach around to cup my hand under Sam's breast, pulling it towards Tracey's mouth. She circles Sam's erect nipple with her tongue and then sucks it between her lips, causing Sam to moan with pleasure. Keeping my hand under her breast, I kiss the back of Sam's neck, just under her hairline. Goosebumps form across her shoulders and back. Tracey puts her hand over mine and pulls it away from Sam's breast, without ever taking her mouth off Sam's nipple. She guides my hand down between Sam's thighs and parts her wet folds enough for me to slide two fingers inside her. Moving my fingers back and forth to set the motion, she releases her grip on my fingers and starts to use her own on Sam's clit, rolling her fingertip over it and causing Sam to moan even louder. Sam starts doing the same thing to Tracey and before too long, the two of them are making sounds that can only mean one thing. Sam's orgasm comes first, probably because she has my fingers fucking her as well, but Tracey's quickly follows, and within a few minutes, we all are fast asleep, locked in each other's embrace.

When I open my eyes, I feel refreshed and invigorated. Sunlight is streaming through the bedroom window and the bedside clock says it's just after 8am; I've slept over 9 hours. I'd obviously moved during the night as I am now laying on my back; but Sam and Tracey are still cuddled together, almost as if they haven't moved. I resist the temptation to wake them, rolling off the bed and tiptoeing into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the toilet bowl to pee, I almost jump out of my skin when two arms wrap around me and take hold of my cock. I can tell from the flesh color that it's Tracey and she doesn't seem to be the least bit phased to be holding me while I relieve myself.

When I'm finished, she begins to stroke my cock and run her tongue up and down my back. Within a few moments, I'm as hard as a rock; that sleep has clearly done me some good. Tracey releases her grip on me and starts the shower, pulling me under the jets with her. I'm feeling guilty that Sam's not with us, but the guilt soon dissipates when the shower curtain is pulled back and Sam steps in with us. It's a good thing the shower is so large.

This, may well be the best shower I've ever had. Sam and Tracey lather up their hands and wash me from head to toe. The sensations I'm feeling are stupendous! My own nipples, erect and oh so sensitive to the touch. As Tracey continues to stimulate my nipples and scrape her fingernails over my chest, Sam slithers down my leg and grabs hold of my throbbing cock. The silkiness of the lather on her hands in combination with the warmth of the water as well as Tracey's teasing is making it rather difficult to stand, but I grab the curtain and Sam's hair for extra support.

Try as I might, I can't hold off my pleading release. "Oh God, baby. Damn! You keep that up and I'm gonna come any minute now, oh yeah; that's it, just like that."

"Hey, Tracey, Max has a farewell present for you, but you'd better hurry." Sam's soft seductive tone causes my balls to tighten and I begin feeling that oh so familiar and most welcome warmth. Tracey leaves my chest and positions her mouth over the head and just in time, I might add. The first spurt hits the back of her throat, but then she pulls back takes the next few against her face and in her hair.

Sam is giggling like a schoolgirl as she pushes me out of the shower, telling me to get breakfast ready while she and Tracey clean up. Yeah right! I know just what that's going to entail, so I take my time organizing breakfast.

By the time everything's ready and I've set the table out on the deck, the two girls arrive. They haven't had time to do their hair properly yet, and they are both wrapped in white bathrobes. I can barely take my eyes off either of them…they both look so beautiful.

During the meal, we discuss plans for the day. Sam suggests we take Tracey out sightseeing around the lake in the boat. On a previous visit, Sam and I had found a great little bar and grill at the far end of the lake. Island Grill has its own dock and they serve the most incredible fish, straight from the lake. Tracey seems keen to go and try it out, but insists (with a twinkle in her eye) that we come back by mid afternoon at the latest, to make the most of the time left before she has to leave around 7pm.

After breakfast is finished, I volunteer to clear up while they both get ready. Maybe an hour or so later, I've tidied up the breakfast things, got the engine started on the boat and loaded up an ice chest with beers, wine and fruit juices.

Jesus, they look fantastic as they approach the dock. Sam is wearing white Capri pants and a white sleeveless top with a neckline showing enough cleavage to test the resolve of a monk. Tracey has on a pair of orange shorts and a black tee shirt of some incredibly thin material, leaving no doubt that there was nothing underneath it. I feel myself growing hard just looking at them, 'til Sam slaps my ass cheeks and says "down boy! Now, let's get this show on the road."

There are a lot more boats out on the lake today, so there are no repetitions of the antics from day one. Nevertheless, we all have a great time laughing and joking while we cruise down the lake. Sam is pointing out the wildlife to Tracey along the way and some of the other cabins on the lakeside that belong to Hollywood celebrities. Tracey looks a bit skeptical, until we arrive at the dock alongside the grill and she sees Tom Cruise pulling away on a jet ski.

"Yes, Tracey; that was indeed who you think you just saw." Sam's hand comforts Tracey's back when she nearly falls overboard in shock. "Now that he has a family, he brings them all up here for vacations to keep the children out of the camera's eye. Katie loves it because everyone here treats them the same as they do any other local and the children have a chance to get away from the city and the smog."

"Okay, Tracey, put your eyes back in your head. What, am I not enough for you to look at? I'm crushed." Yeah, you guessed it, both Sam and Tracey bust out in a gut wrenching laugh at my last statement, but it gets Tracey's mind off Tom.

The Island grill is very busy, but we manage to get the last table. I order three Pina Coladas and we settle down to study the menu. Lunch is fantastic. The food is excellent and the girls had a little too much to drink, but I stick with water after the first cocktail. It's a good hour back to the house from here and I don't want to be driving the boat under the influence.

Tracey insists on picking up the tab. Reluctantly, Sam and I agree on one condition, that we reimburse her in kind once we get back to the house. "Funny you should say that," giggles Tracey, "that's exactly what I have in mind. Now you two get your asses in gear and let's get back. There's still some business to take care of before I have to go."

I'm not surprised when the two of them disappear below deck, before the boat ever leaves the dock; for a nap on the journey back, sleeping off the effects of the wine they'd had with lunch. They arrive back on deck just as I'm pulling alongside our dock and help me fix the mooring ropes, before running off together towards the cabin. Twenty minutes later, after hosing down the deck, I run up to the house after them, anxious not to miss any afternoon delights.

Okay, I figured the girls would be waiting for me in the living room or out on the deck, but I have yet to see them. I know, I bet they are in the bedroom; I hope they are naked and ready for me. Hmm, not here either. Where the heck did they run off to?

I hear my name as I'm heading out back to check by the deck again. Stopping in my tracks to see if I can hear it again, I do. The hushed sound seems to be coming from the trees. Oh yeah! The trees! There was some unfinished business because of the rain, now I remember. I guess that's what Tracey meant by unfinished business. I do love that woman, Damn! I'm going to need a vacation when I get back home, just to recuperate from this one.

When I get to the first line of trees, I see Tracey with Sam pinned up against a tree. They are sharing one of the hottest kisses I have seen yet. Should I make my presence known or just sneak up on them? I scope out my options, deciding to sneak up. Careful as not to break twigs beneath my feet, I move around and come in from the back.

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