It was the first time in which they were able to get away to the lake without Cassie or Jack. It was beautiful. The water was clear, the weather couldn’t have been better, and they were alone. Sam and Janet had been dying to pull this weekend off. As they were getting out of the car, Janet looked over her shoulder and caught that look in Sam’s eyes and saw her grin.

    “We just got here. Sam, No!” Janet half screamed, half laughed. Sam chased her into the cabin and into the bedroom before catching her as they both fell to the mattress. Janet barely made an effort to escape. She didn’t really want to.

    Janet’s hair smelled so good and the skin of her bare arms was warm and soft beneath Sam’s touch. Sam brushed a strand of Janet’s brown hair out of her face and caressed her cheek. She leaned in and kissed Janet, softly at first, but one kissed had and would never be enough. They kissed intensely, desperately, again and again and again. Janet didn’t remember when her clothes were taken off nor did she care. Sam’s tongue worked its way down Janet’s throat and found a nipple hard and anticipating. Sam’s tongue circled around Janet’s areola slowly, closing in. She caressed and massaged the other with her hand. Janet was breathing hard. Each circle building her excitement, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She moaned as Sam found her nipple and moved her tongue back and forth over it, suckled it, and nibbled.

    Janet sat up and helped Sam with her clothes. She found Sam waiting for her, nipples pink and erect. She suckled one, then the other. No matter where Janet’s tongue went, Sam’s golden skin always tasted good, her lips, her neck, everywhere. She kissed Sam’s stomach and then her navel. Janet unbuttoned Sam’s jeans and kissed her again and again, following the path of the zipper. The jeans, the thong, were gone. She kissed her hip and her thigh. Guided by Sam’s hand and urged on by her rapid breaths, Janet found what she was looking for. Sam rose toward her crying out as the warmth of Janet’s mouth found her clitoris. Her tongue pressed against and manipulated the small nodule, sending Sam into more gasps of pleasure. Two of Janet’s fingers slid into Sam, in and out, in and out. Sam rose and fell to those fingers, faster and faster. Sam’s moans of rapture grew louder and listening as Sam’s peak was hit, Janet’s fingers weren’t all that was wet.

    Sam knew, knew that was when Janet wanted her most and she delivered. Janet cried out as Sam’s tongue and fingers pressed and massaged against her. Sam’s touch was like fire. When Janet exclaimed one last time and shuddered, the two were spent. They kissed once and then twice. The two lovers drifted off into a euphoric sleep, only to wake in the early morning hours and do it all again.