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Summer in the Sonoran Desert can be brutal. It is Arizona's answer to a pizza oven. The heat is dry, intense and sometimes oppressive. The way to cope with the heat are the local lakes and the Salt River. This year, I had bought an annual pass and found a nice quiet place to relax on a lake. I was there for about an hour when a woman in her fifties came by and was startled by my presence. "I did not see you there," she said. "Just me, my chair, a cooler, and a book to read. I am enjoying the solitude, shade and a occasional breeze here. Not many people come over to this area," I replied "You are right. Would you mind sharing this area with me. I don' fit in with the young crowd and the families." "Sure, I would like a little company. By the way, my name is Karl." She replied, "My name is Rhonda. How are you?" "Fine, may offer you something to cool to drink-water, beer, or wine?" "I'd love some wine." I began to check her out. Rhonda was wearing a beach jacket and big floppy hat and I had some trouble sizing her up. I gave her a cup of Pinot Grigio and got a beer for myself. We began to talk and become bahçesehir escort friends. Our discussion was a comparison of life stories. I was a widower and she was also widowed plus divorced. Neither of us seemed to be looking for a relationship. Just a couple of people who were looking to stay cool in the blazing Southwestern sun. The heat was building and it was time to take a dip in the lake. I took off my ASU t-shirt and jumped into the lake. Rhonda removed her beach jacket revealing a very conservative, black one piece suit. We cooled off in the water and decided meet back here the day after tomorrow. I told her that I would bring another chair and refreshments. She would bring some sandwiches. I told her, same time and same place on Wednesday. Wednesday arrived and we met at our spot on the lake. It was another great lake day with a temp of about a hundred, no clouds, and perfect for swimming and sun bathing. Once again, Rhonda had on her beach jacket, but when she took it off, things were entirely different. This time, she was wearing a light blue bikini. As I looked beylikdüzü bayan escort at her, I noticed that she had no tan lines and really looked hot. We swam and splashed for about forty minutes before having lunch. It was great and we were getting friendlier by the minute. After lunch, we got into the water and started to fool around. After splashing each other with water, we started tickling the other person. This lead to an embrace and then we were passionately kissing in the lake. "How did this start?" I inquired. "I don't know, but I don't want it to stop. This is exciting," replied Rhonda. We continued to make out and our hands were very busy. Rhonda began to rub my nipples and then her hand slid down inside my swim trunks. With that move, it triggered my hands to fondle her perky 34B breasts that had no sag. She was a little chubby as compared to me being overweight. As I was feeling her breast, my other hand was heading her bottoms. "Can anyone see us?" Rhonda asked. I answered, "I don't think so. This area is pretty deserted. I can't see or hear anyone." escort beylikdüzü Suddenly, it did not matter if people were watching. My hands were underwater playing with her womanhood. My hand began to rub her clit while my fingers were entering her love canal. Rhonda did not stop me, but encouraged my sexual advances. I surely was going anywhere while she was busy stroking my penis. To me, this was crazy. A couple of older people who did not know much about each other were now giving watery sexual physicals. I began to remove Rhonda's swim suit when she stopped me. "I need a little more time before I am ready to take the next step. I don't mind fooling around, but I have to think this out." I said, "Okay, I'll let you set our pace. So, still want to continue to fool around?" We went back to manipulating the other person. I kept rubbing her clit and fingering her and she was busy stroking my cock. I was ready to cum from her hand job. I groaned, "I'm going to cum." "Go ahead because I 'm going to cum with you," she said. After about ten more strokes, Rhonda shook as my penis shot a couple of strings of sperm into the lake. "Wow, that felt good," I said. Rhonda was proud of herself as she remarked, "Glad you enjoyed it. It gave a great feeling of power and control." I looked at her and suggested that we go to dinner. Since we had two cars at the lake, we decide to go home and get cleaned up.