Van woke early Sunday morning to a warm breeze from the open window. Having just arrived from Dubai a day ago, the time zone changes and jet lag left him a bit confused. "Where am I?" he thought as he looked around the room. As he shook off the cobwebs, he remembered that he was staying in a borrowed houseboat. Next he remembered the phenomenal sex he enjoyed last night with Brooke. He closed his eyes as the memory of Brooke's beautiful, white body wrapped around him bubbled up in his brain. A smile came to his face as he slowly woke and got to his feet. He walked to the railing of the houseboat and looked at town home complex at the far end of the lake. He wondered which one was owned by Brooke and Jeremy. As the memories from last night continued to drift around in his mind, he began to get hard. Van decided to take an early morning dip in the lake to cool off. It was nature's cold shower. He realized that he didn't have a swimsuit, but thought it should be no problem so early in the morning. Slipping quietly into the lake, Van began to enjoy a swim in the warm water with thoughts of Brooke continuing to spin in his head.
Meanwhile, Brooke was in bed with her own delightful memories of last night. When she first woke, she thought the memories were just a dream. Since she was a little sore in all the right places she quickly realized it really did happen. Van was the most marvelous sex machine she had ever slept with -- amazingly it was her husband's idea. Brooke couldn't wait until Jeremy returned, but she planned on enjoying Van in the meantime as Jeremy wished. When he called from his trip late last night, Jeremy was thrilled to hear that Van had done his asking and had seduced her. Brooke told him how wonderful it was to have sex with a black man and how loving it was for Jeremy to arrange for her fantasy to come true. Now with his clear blessing, Brooke was ready to see if Van was willing to spend part of the last day of the weekend with her.
As Brooke got out of bed, she looked in the mirror. She never thought she was anything too special. Like many women, she was a bit critical of herself when looking in a full length mirror. Jeremy loved her short, light brown hair but she wished it were a bit thicker. Her petite 110 pound body was blessed with perfect 36B breasts and nipples that seemed to be constantly erect, but Brooke didn't understand why those "perfect handfuls" as Jeremy called them, turned him on so much. Though she was nearly 50, Jeremy would often say "not a bad body for a twenty-something." Her body was adorned with a few small tattoos, a couple visible to all and one that only her lover could see when she was naked. Sure, her husband adored her but she couldn't help think he was just being nice while she noticed small imperfections in the mirror. But today was a little different. Her new handsome fantasy lover also admired her gorgeous body. Other than her husband, Van was the first man to see her naked in almost 20 years and he got hard just looking at her. Today, she was a little less critical about the image in the mirror. She got into the shower. She had showered last night, but wanted a super-smooth shave in hopes that Van's rock-hard manhood would soon be dipping into her. After showering, Brooke put on a lace thong, a cute pair of shorts and a camisole that Jeremy always enjoyed -- no bra today.
Brooke went to the window and looked out across the lake and saw that the houseboat had not moved from last night. She picked up the binoculars by the bedroom window and looked at the houseboat. She could not see through the mirrored windows and was a bit saddened that she could not get a glimpse of the handsome man she had just met. Just then, Brooke saw Van's naked body emerge from the lake. Just the sight of his muscled, dark body weakened her knees. As Van disappeared into the houseboat, Brooke hurried down to the lake and started the pontoon. She eased out of the slip and headed towards the houseboat. In a matter of minutes, she arrived at her destination. Brooke lashed the boats together as Van had done the afternoon before. She entered the houseboat to see only a steaming coffee cup. She heard water running and realized Van was taking a shower. As she looked through the partially open door, Brooke could see his half-hard manhood through the clear glass shower door. She eased out of her shorts and surprised Van by entering the shower wearing only the thong and camisole. The two immediately embraced and began to caress each other's wet, slippery bodies. The water made both the camisole and panties virtually transparent. Van sighed in wonder at her beauty.
"I was just thinking about you," said Van. "I can't even describe the memories I have been having."
"That explains why you are getting hard," Brooke said with a grin as she reached down to stroke his wonderful rod.
Van leaned over and began to kiss and caress her beautiful breasts. His tongue licked and suckled each of her hard, pink nipples through the fabric. With every flick of his tongue, Brooke flinched with delight. When she could stand it no longer, she lifted his head began to kiss his soft lips again. Van squatted down, slid her thong to one side, and put his strong arms under each of her legs. He stood up with Brooke's legs resting on his arms, exposing her slit and making it available to him. He slowly lowered her smooth womanhood onto his ridged, black cock. Brooke gasped as she felt him enter her warmth and fill it completely. The length of his cock made it seem like it took forever until they were fully engaged. This position allowed for very deep penetration and she felt the head of his tool pressing places that had never been pleasured before. He held her in this position for a moment, just enjoying the unique feeling while gazing into her eyes.
Van's strong arms started raising and lowering Brooke's body up and down on him. With each bounce, their pulse rates quickened. They continued their love making standing up with unbridled passion. As her body bounced on his cock, each thrust caused her clit to touch against his pubes and send a small spasm through her. Warm water washed over them as their bodies heaved with desire. Their lips were pressed together in kisses as their tongues flicked over one another. Moans of pleasure emanated from both of their throats until the tickling of her clit brought her closer to a toe curling orgasm. "Oh wow!" she cried in ecstasy as her fingernails dug into his back. Van's soon surrendered himself with a final thrust that filled her with hot love juice. He leaned back against the shower wall, unwilling to disengage their bodies. Their mingled body juices flowed down his legs as they held onto each other's bodies. They continued to kiss and caress each other until he gently raised Brooke up and lowered her to the ground.
"You are amazing," Brooke whispered in the ear she was nibbling on.
"I can't believe you walked into the shower wearing those sexy undies", Van said as he stripped them from her luscious body. "Do you have any idea of the effect that has on a man?"
"I think I noticed the effect it had on you," she smiled.
Van kissed her shoulder tattoo and moved to her breasts one last time. How he loved those perfect pink nipples! They washed each other and decided to exit the shower before they looked like prunes. Van handed Brooke the towel while he searched for a second one. The finally were dried and started to dress. Van had no trouble dressing, but Brooke now realized that she had no extra clothes.
"What are you laughing about," asked Van.
"My top and panties are a bit too wet to wear and I didn't bring any others. I guess I should have thought of that before getting into the shower, but passion took over."
Brooke slipped into her shorts and Van slipped into boxer briefs, trousers, and an unbuttoned white shirt. Brooke remained topless while Van poured a coffee for her.
"Aren't you going to offer me a shirt?' she smiled.
