The ponds are shrouded in inky blackness as I make my way slowly down the levies between them. I know you hear me coming, the staccato rumble of the Harley's engine echoes out across the calm surface of the water, and my headlight carves an erratic path through the darkness as I search for you. I know you worked late; your truck is parked just inside the gate in the shadows. I guess I shouldn't be here, but I can't help myself. I miss you.

The equipment is parked in the back, and I ease the Harley to a stop in the deeper shadows near them, hanging my helmet from the mirror as I always do. The big V-twin engine starts to make ticking noises as it cools in the warm night air. I sit quietly for several minutes, listening for any sound that will tell me where you are. Frogs and night creatures serenade me, as my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness.

The moonlight flickers across the black surface of the next pond, and I hear a small splash from the near corner. I step away from the bike and toward the sound, my boots crunching in the gravel as I make my way toward you. I kneel at the water's edge, and seconds later your head breaks the surface near me, your honey blonde hair dripping water, the silken strands sticking to your forehead and cheeks.

I thought I might find you here," I whisper, reaching out to move the flaxen hair away from your eyes with a fingertip. I see your eyes shift to the small pile of clothing on the sandy shore next to me, your shoulders barely above the water, your skin pearl white in the moonlight. "Don't be shy with me, girl," I tell you. "I've seen you before, remember?"

I can see the color creep into your cheeks as you remember the tiny pictures that will always be captured in my memory. "That's not me," you whisper. "I'm not that way." I hope my smile will put you more at ease. "It's you, all right," I assure you. "Just a part of you that you keep hidden because you're embarrassed. A lovely part of a sensuous lady that few men are ever lucky enough to see. I' m glad that you've shared that part of you with me." You reach for your shirt, your breasts breaking the surface, nipples hard from the cold water, but I move your clothes back out of your reach.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, as I sit back on the ground, starting to remove my boots and socks. "Nice night for a swim," I answer. I slip my shirt over my head, and tug my Levi's and underwear down, and off. I watch your eyes as I step into the water in front of you. I knew you couldn't help but look. Hope you're not disappointed.

The ripples on the water move out and away as I slip beneath the cool surface. I can't see you in the watery blackness, but I sense your body before me, and I reach out to touch you as my head breaks free. I see your face in the light of the sliver of moon, your eyes wide, as I appear before you. I stand and take you in my arms and pull you against me, your breasts pressed to my chest, nipples like tiny pebbles. You try to push me away, but I can tell that the effort is half-hearted at best, so I hold you close, feeling the warmth of your body take the chill of the water from me.

I bend to take the soft flesh at the curve of your throat between my lips, tasting the sweet, salty sweat that the water has not washed away. You let your head fall back, allowing yourself to enjoy the sensations as I move my tongue slowly toward your ear. I hear you breath in suddenly as the tip of my tongue finds your earlobe, guiding it between my lips, where I suck on it gently, but greedily.

I feel your fingers moving down my stomach tentatively, almost against their will, finally wrapping around my rigid cock, feeling the hardness you've caused. I pull you tighter against me as your fingers squeeze me, exploring my length. I reach behind you to wrap my fingers in your dripping hair, pulling your lips to mine. You try to pull away, but I hold you firm, and the tip of your tongue comes out to dance with mine as our lips press together.

You no longer try to pull away, and I drop my hands to the swell of your lovely ass, just below the water's surface. I cup the firm cheeks in my fingers, pulling you tighter against my throbbing member, and I can feel you moving against me, pressing your body hungrily to mine. I guide you a step into shallower water, and drop to my knees on the muddy bottom. I take a dripping nipple between my lips, sucking away the droplets of water that cling to it, feeling the hardness on my tongue as I squeeze the other nipple gently, rolling it between my thumb and fingers. I hear you moan softly, and I know your eyes are closed, savoring the sensations of icy water, and warm lips.

I let my tongue drop slowly lower, leaving warm trails down your stomach, lingering to circle, then dip into your navel before dropping inexorably toward the heart of your sexuality. Before I reach your sweet pussy, I stop, and turn you until you're facing away from me as I rise to my feet behind you. I wrap my left arm under yours and cup a soft breast in my hand. My right hand drops to the softness on your stomach. Fingers splayed, my thumb just below your navel, my fingertips brush the light stubble where the tawny curls have recently been shorn.

I pull you to me, my hardness pressed tightly against your lovely ass. I feel you grind your hips against me as I drop slowly to my knees again. I press my face into the firm globes of your ass, my tongue running slowly down the cleft until it finds the tight ring of your nether orifice. I feel you shudder as it stops to circle the puckered flesh, probing deeper and deeper inside you. I reach up to press on your back, bending you forward, your hands on your knees. I love the way you moan softly as my tongue worms its way deeper inside you. You start to press back against my face, urging me deeper as my tongue twists and probes in your tight little hole. I feel you squeeze my probing tongue with little spasmodic shivers, and I know you've cum. I love to make you cum this way!

You stand and turn, grabbing me roughly by the hair, and pulling my face tightly against your crotch. The juices flow from the depths of you almost as fast as I can lick them up. I pause to look up at your face. You never look as sexy as when you're about to cum. Your head thrown back, soft lips slightly parted, I almost cum myself just looking at you, but I won't let myself do that. Tonight, there's only one place I want my cum.

I bend you over, and enter you from behind, my hard cock slamming all the way into you in one stroke. Locked together, we move in rhythm, the water splashing around our thighs as I stroke faster into your clasping pussy. I can't help but smile as an almost silent scream escapes your lips. I feel the muscles inside you squeeze me, rippling as your climax washes over you. This triggers my own release, and I feel my hot, sticky cum pump out inside you, my cock so far in that my load is forced out against your cervix, bathing your inner walls. I wrap my arms tightly around you, holding you until the last drops of my seed fill you.

After my cock softens, I release you, and kneel behind you. Once again, I probe your tight anus with my tongue as I splash icy water up, washing away the sticky trails of my cum that trickle down your thighs. When you're washed clean, I kiss the sweet folds of your pussy before I let you pull your clothes on, the material sticking to your wet skin.

I dress, and kick the Harley into reluctant life. I drop the rear pegs, and you slide on behind me, pressing your body tightly against me as you always do. I reach back with my left hand, stroking your warm pussy through the rough denim of your Levi's before we roar off into the night.