Saturday. No need to get up early. No fighting other passengers for a seat on the train to and from the city. No memos, no annoying phone calls, no 2-hour meetings scheduled for 4:30 PM. Saturday. My day. Time for fun, relaxation and, with a little luck, sex.
At 8:00 I phoned a lady friend, Lisa, to ask if she'd made any plans for the day. She said no, so I invited her to go with me to a local lake. Lisa jumped at the idea and told me to pick her up in an hour. We rang off and I couldn't help but smile. Lisa does not have supermodel looks and her body, while certainly not fat, is blessed with a bit of plush in all the right places. Lisa also has a wonderful personality and is never boring to be around. Last, but definitely no least, she's an absolute tigress in bed. Like the big cat, she'll stalk her prey and pounce when he least expects it. Once in her grasp, she'll toy with her victim and then go in for the sexual kill when his defenses are down. Let me tell you, I look forward to being devoured by tigress Lisa again and again and again!
I packed a beach towel, swimming trunks and a cooler with some beer, soft drinks and light snacks. Grabbing a bottle of sunscreen and a floppy hat, I went out the door and threw my stuff into the back seat of my car. At just before 9:00 I reached Lisa's apartment building. I called up for her and with 5 minutes we were driving to the lake. Lisa was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and rather short shorts. She wore sandals on her feet and dark sunglasses covered her eyes. She brought along a tote bag with her beachwear.
The lake was about 40 minutes north of Lisa's building. It's popular with couples and is well known as a "lovers' hangout". At night, it isn't unusual to see shapes moving in sensuous ways on the beach and surrounding grass and hear the accompanying sounds of people having hot sex. That's not to say nothing happened during the day. Mostly there was lots of flirting and touching and suggestive talk, but there was very little overt sex.