Hammerlock
Executioner
KARYN'S CHOICE
Karyn smiled as she stroked out into the lake, reveling in the feel of the warm water on her bare skin and the privacy which this lake afforded her. She had found the lake by accident three years ago, while hiking in the deep woods of the state forest. It lay almost two miles from the nearest road or trail, and she had never seen any evidence of anyone else ever having been there---no tracks, no blackened campfire rings, no trash or litter, absolutely nothing to betray the presence of a human. The lake was deep and clear, with a sandy bottom, and as far as she was concerned, it was heaven on earth for her.
She turned over on her back and backstroked for awhile, enjoying the feel of the sun on her bare breasts as they protruded from the water. She had taken to coming here at least once a week during the summer to skinnydip and sunbathe, and it was the high point of her week. She rolled over, took a breath, and dove under.
She went to the bottom and swam along the shoreline, her thick black mane of hair streaming out behind her. It was a blurry world, but one which she embraced wholeheartedly. The sandy bottom ended and a jumble of rocks appeared, swarming with fish that weren't afraid of her at all. She swam among them, watching them swirl around her, being careful not to scrape her large, perfectly-formed breasts on the rocks. Out of breath, she shot to the surface and burst clear of the water, falling back in a blissful reverie as she floated in the warm water. Turning on her back again, she backstroked toward the beach and the pile of clothing and beach items that awaited her there. She waited until her trailing hands touched the bottom, then rolled over and stood up, water cascading down her perfect body, her wet hair draped around her shoulders. She strode nude through the shallows and up onto the beach, enjoying the feel of the sun and the breeze on her bare body.
Reaching the pile, she bent down, grabbed a towel, and proceeded to wipe herself dry, thrilling at the touch of her hands on her bare body. Her breasts were perfect, round orbs, and she delighted in their heaviness. In the water, they had actually floated weightlessly up towards her face, but she loved their heaviness when she stood up. She rubbed them dry thoroughly, marveling at the water-balloon way they moved under her hands. The only organs in her body not supported by a bone structure, she knew that that kind of movement was irresistable to men, and had used it to her advantage more than once.
She rubbed down her torso, paying particular attention to the thick triangular patch of pubic hair between her legs. Most women she knew shaved the area, but she saw no reason for it, and felt that it balanced out her mane of black hair quite nicely. And, in case the man was particularly dense, it pointed the way to where she wanted his penis to go. Sometimes men are that dumb, she mused with a smile, but once they were in, they always knew what to do. She stretched herself in the hot sun, feeling ecstasy over her perfect body and the power it held.
She dropped the towel and reached for her sunglasses lying atop her purse--and halted suddenly, the nape of her neck prickling with a warning of danger that she hadn't yet seen. But she knew it was there, and her mind tumbled with ideas of what to do. For she knew one thing for certain.
She was not alone.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Karyn smiled as she stroked out into the lake, reveling in the feel of the warm water on her bare skin and the privacy which this lake afforded her. She had found the lake by accident three years ago, while hiking in the deep woods of the state forest. It lay almost two miles from the nearest road or trail, and she had never seen any evidence of anyone else ever having been there---no tracks, no blackened campfire rings, no trash or litter, absolutely nothing to betray the presence of a human. The lake was deep and clear, with a sandy bottom, and as far as she was concerned, it was heaven on earth for her.
She turned over on her back and backstroked for awhile, enjoying the feel of the sun on her bare breasts as they protruded from the water. She had taken to coming here at least once a week during the summer to skinnydip and sunbathe, and it was the high point of her week. She rolled over, took a breath, and dove under.
She went to the bottom and swam along the shoreline, her thick black mane of hair streaming out behind her. It was a blurry world, but one which she embraced wholeheartedly. The sandy bottom ended and a jumble of rocks appeared, swarming with fish that weren't afraid of her at all. She swam among them, watching them swirl around her, being careful not to scrape her large, perfectly-formed breasts on the rocks. Out of breath, she shot to the surface and burst clear of the water, falling back in a blissful reverie as she floated in the warm water. Turning on her back again, she backstroked toward the beach and the pile of clothing and beach items that awaited her there. She waited until her trailing hands touched the bottom, then rolled over and stood up, water cascading down her perfect body, her wet hair draped around her shoulders. She strode nude through the shallows and up onto the beach, enjoying the feel of the sun and the breeze on her bare body.
Reaching the pile, she bent down, grabbed a towel, and proceeded to wipe herself dry, thrilling at the touch of her hands on her bare body. Her breasts were perfect, round orbs, and she delighted in their heaviness. In the water, they had actually floated weightlessly up towards her face, but she loved their heaviness when she stood up. She rubbed them dry thoroughly, marveling at the water-balloon way they moved under her hands. The only organs in her body not supported by a bone structure, she knew that that kind of movement was irresistable to men, and had used it to her advantage more than once.
She rubbed down her torso, paying particular attention to the thick triangular patch of pubic hair between her legs. Most women she knew shaved the area, but she saw no reason for it, and felt that it balanced out her mane of black hair quite nicely. And, in case the man was particularly dense, it pointed the way to where she wanted his penis to go. Sometimes men are that dumb, she mused with a smile, but once they were in, they always knew what to do. She stretched herself in the hot sun, feeling ecstasy over her perfect body and the power it held.
She dropped the towel and reached for her sunglasses lying atop her purse--and halted suddenly, the nape of her neck prickling with a warning of danger that she hadn't yet seen. But she knew it was there, and her mind tumbled with ideas of what to do. For she knew one thing for certain.
She was not alone.
TO BE CONTINUED.....