Sweet memories of the lake she'd go to every summer. Back then there weren't many cabins on the lake. It was such a large lake that she could take the motor boat out and find a secluded spot. She had one island she loved to go to with a rock outcropping. There she could stretch out her beach towel and sun. She'd glance around and then strip off her bikini top.
It wasn't long before she'd help herself relax, reaching down to feel herself. Sometimes she'd even be wet, already anticipating her afternoon ritual. Sometimes she'd go slowly and tease herself, and sometimes she'd go for a quick orgasm. Either way, she enjoyed getting herself off while lying on the sun-warmed rock, the smell of the lake in the air, and the lapping of the waves in her ears. The waves made a good rhythm to match.
Afterwards, she'd be relaxed and drift off into a nice catnap in the sun. After an hour, she'd wake up, stretch, and sticky with sweat, jump into the water to rinse off and cool down. Then she'd dry off, put her top on, and climb back into the boat. The afternoon now cooling to a long summer dusk, she'd head back to the cabin, hungry for diner, and knowing she'd be back the next day.
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