The lake is but a short walk through the woods.The lake is but a short walk through the woods. We step into the clearing in front of the water. There, stretching out before us, lies the peaceful solitude of Lake Tuckahoe. Named for an Indian chief, the lake has remained untouched by the machines of man. Its quiet beauty is a reflection of times gone by and a tribute to those who would maintain the pristine quality of life around it. The sky has a few clouds drifting through it tonight and the moon is three quarters full. I hold her close as we gaze out over the still water. The moonlight dances across the lake and gently caresses the darkness. Looking into her eyes, I can see the outline of the trees surrounding the lake. I hold her even closer and lower my lips to hers. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. The smell of her perfume and the tenderness of her lips brings the beginnings of a hard-on to me. As we press ourselves together, I feel the warmth of her body and the imprint of her breasts on my chest. The soft kiss becomes one of rising passion, matched by my rising erection. My hands begin roaming her body, tracing the outline through her clothes. I study her body as a blind man would - in braille - feeling each contour as I explore. |