Summer at the Lake
By Muscle Fan



This is a work of fiction. If you enjoy my short story, please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com Please read my other stories on the Muscle Fan bookshelf
at Diana the Valkyrie library.

Thanks

I rented a house, well, cabin really, at a small lake near southern
California. I'm a writer, novels and articles, but was going through 'writers
block' on a new novel I was working on. I thought the time away from friends,
family and the hustle and bustle of the city may help to bring me some clarity
and stimulate my thinking.

I had been here a week and hadn't seen anyone on the lake or hiking. The only
people I had encountered were those in the small town nearby. 'Not a lot of
houses on the lake,' I thought, standing on the deck facing the water. I could
pick out the roofline of one good size house about a quarter of a mile away.
'Maybe I'll head in that direction,' I thought and picked up a beach chair and
my notebook should something inspire me.

I followed a path near the water's edge and came to a nice sandy beach area
perhaps a hundred yards long. Ten yards back from the water's edge, a cluster
of live oaks provided shade. 'Perfect,' I thought and opened my beach chair
and sat down, my notebook in my lap.

'This is beautiful,' I thought taking in the crystal water and the lush hills.
I jotted a few notes, random thoughts really, and was trying to come up with a
plot for the novel when a woman's voice broke my concentration. "Hello," she
said, "I've never seen you here before." There was a slight accent that I
couldn't place but I turned and shielded my eyes from the sun.

A tall, olive skin goddess stood mere feet away. For a moment I was
dumbstruck, but I managed to say, "No, it's my first time on this side of the
lake." She smiled and said, "Well, welcome, I'm Adelle," and extended her hand
to me. I got to my feet and shook her hand. 'Quite the grip,' I thought as her
hand engulfed mine, 'she must be six-foot or better.' "I'm Brad, Brad
Thompson," I said by way of an introduction.

"Nice to meet you, Brad Thompson," she said, "but I have to warn you that this
little stretch of beach is a nude beach, I hope that's not a problem for you."
'What did she just say?' I wondered. "Ah, no, no, not at all," I told her.
Again she smiled and said, "Good, have a nice day," and turned and walked
closer to the water.

Adelle carried a beach chair and wore a short green kimono that ended well
above her knees. I was still standing when a tan man in a pair of Speedo swim
trunks came by me carrying a small cooler and towels. Slowly I sat down as the
man covered the woman's beach chair with a towel and spread one out for her to
rest her feet on. A few words were exchanged which I couldn't make out and
then he bowed slightly and walked back in my direction.

As he approached, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his trunks and his
muscular body. As he passed, he looked at me and smiled. I nodded in reply.

Turning my attention back to the woman, she untied the sash around her robe
and slipped it from her shoulders. My breath caught as I was treated to the
firmest butt and muscular back that I had ever seen. She stretched and her
back muscles grew even more defined.

She stood gazing out at the lake and then padded to the water's edge. She
waded in, not stopping until the water was waist deep and then she dove under
the surface. It seemed she was gone for minutes, but she finally resurfaced
perhaps twenty yards from shore. After a moment, she began to swim, a nice
effortless glide through the water.

I watched for a half hour as Adelle swam covering most of the lake. Finally
she turned for the beach and waded ashore. As she emerged from the water,
water ran from the most magnificent body I had ever seen. Her breasts, while
not large, were muscular, with dark brown, almost black areolas, nipples
erect, probably from the cool water temperature. Her shoulders were broad, no
doubt from all of the swimming. She had a narrow waist, but her legs were
spectacular. Muscled and quite defined. She appeared not to be breathing hard
as I focused on her six-pack abdominals.

She walked slowly back to her towels and beach chair, not at all
self-conscious with her nakedness. She looked up and gave a short wave to me.
Momentarily taken aback, I returned the wave. I felt my penis pressing against
my shorts. 'Oh, my' I thought, 'what a woman.'

The man appeared with a small tote bag and walked to Adelle. They talked for
several moments and then he walked back by me, stopping several yards from
where I sat. "Mistress Adelle would like to see you," he said in a foreign
accent. From six feet away, I looked down at his Speedo's and his manhood. It
laid to the left and nearly touched his hip. 'Adelle is one lucky woman,' I
thought. When I looked back up he was smiling. He nodded once and then
continued up the path from which he had come. I stood up and looked at Adelle
who stood watching me with her hands on her hips.

"Would you put some lotion on my back," she asked once I was at her towel. She
held a tube of sunscreen out to me. "Ah, sure," I said, and took the tube of
lotion from her. She had to be at least six-inches taller than me, but it
wasn't her height that I was focused on at the moment, but her breasts that
were at eye level. It was hard not to stare, but I tried to concentrate on
squeezing lotion in the palm of my hand. She turned her back to me and I
applied the lotion liberally to her broad back. I had to reach up to apply the
lotion to her shoulders. Her trapezius muscles were huge and firm almost to a
point of being hard.

"Don't forget my butt," she said looking over her shoulder at me. 'How could I
forget her butt?' I thought, but said, "Yes, of course." "What do you do, Brad
Thompson?" she asked. "I'm a writer," I said, "novels, but some human interest
articles for magazines." "Hmm," she murmured, "You have such soft hands, not
like Garan." "Is Garan your husband?" I asked. She laughed out loud and said,
"No, no, he's my man-servant, my, how would you say, houseboy, but he's not a
boy." 'Houseboy', I thought, 'Some houseboy.'

"May I ask where you're from?" I asked. I had finished applying lotion to her
back and she turned and held out her hand. I handed her the tube of lotion.
"I'm from Brazil," she said, "Sao Paulo, do you know it?" I shook my head,
"No, but I would like to go sometime." She chuckled and said, "It's not what
it used to be, that's why I'm here. Thank you for putting on my lotion."

"Do you live here full time," I asked, "and it was my pleasure." I wanted to
keep the conversation going, to be so close to this amazing creature; naked
and muscular. "No, I live in the city. I'm just up here for the week." "I'm
here for the summer, I'm trying to write a new book, but I'm having a little
trouble getting started," I told her.

She nodded and said, "Perhaps you need to relax and something will come to
you. You still haven't taken your shirt and shorts off. I could put some
lotion on you so you wouldn't burn," and waved the tube of lotion. I smiled
and said, "That's OK, I'm fine." She smiled and said, "If you're worried about
your erection, don't be, I've seen them before." 'This woman is pretty
direct,' I thought. "I could help you get rid of it" she added. I wasn't quite
sure what to say to that, so I simply said, "Alright." My cock had obviously
taken over my thinking for me.

She tossed the tube of sunscreen on her towel and squatted on the balls of her
feet. She reached out and unbuckled my belt and unfastened my shorts. I felt
as if I were paralyzed. My shorts dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of
them, first one foot and then the other. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall
from my shoulders. Now, before this goddess, clad only in my briefs, I looked
down.

She ran a finger along my manhood, sheathed only by the cotton fabric briefs I
wore. "Do I make you nervous, Brad?" she asked, not taking her eyes off of my
swollen cock. "Ah, yes, yes, a little," I said in a voice not much above a
whisper. She chuckled lightly and said, "Olá homemzinho, você quer sair e
jogar?" I looked at her quizzically and she said, "I just asked if your cock
wanted to come out to play," and she laughed, "You have to pardon my
directness."

She pulled my brief down my legs and my erect penis sprang free. "Hmm," she
said, taking it between her thumb and index finger. I realized I was holding
my breath and willed myself to breathe. She stroked my shaft and fondled my
scrotum with her other hand. Within minutes I felt myself nearing an orgasm.
With her thumb, she applied pressure to my urethra as I came and I could feel
the semen filling the duct with nowhere to go.

"Relax, baby, let Mistress Adelle take care of you," she said softly. When I
thought my cock was going to explode, she released her thumb and a jet of
semen shot from my cock. She chuckled and said, "Very good, Brad, very good."
It was the most intense orgasm I had had. I sighed. "There, now doesn't that
feel better than having that uncomfortable erection in your pants," she asked.
I could only nod.

"I don't know how men do it," she said giving my cock a playful swat, "having
this between your legs all of the time, but you're not as, how should I say,
well equipped as Garan. His cock is fourteen inches when he's fully erect." I
don't think she told me this to shame or embarrass me, but I couldn't be sure.

"Is Garan your lover," I asked. She stood, mere inches from me and said,
"Lover? Yes, when I need a man. He's my slave, he does what I tell him."
"Slave?" I asked. She smiled and said, "Yes, I'm a dominatrix. My clients are
my slaves, they worship me; I'm their mistress."

I was about to question her further when her 'slave' showed up. "I'm sorry to
disturb you, mistress," he said, "but you have a call, he says it's urgent."
Adelle scowled and said, "Oh, alright, bring the towels and things to the
house Garan," and then turned to me, "I'll be here for my swim tomorrow, Brad,
if you want to join me." She turned and padded up the path.

Garan began gathering her towels, robe and chair. "Have you been with Adelle
long?" I asked. He glanced in my direction and said sharply, "I've been with
Mistress Adelle for five years, now I really must go," and hurried off.

That night all I could think about was Adele. I jotted a few notes as writers
are apt to do and with the vision of her in my mind, I masturbated.

The following morning, I went back to the beach. This time, I sat my chair on
the little stretch of sand and undressed. The sun was already warm and I began
to wonder if Adelle was going to come for her swim. I had so many questions. I
put some sunscreen on and as I was doing so, Adelle walked down the path and I
saw that she wasn't alone. A petite blonde woman followed her with Garan
bringing up the rear carrying beach chairs and towels.

"Hello, Brad," she said, "This is Anna, Anna, Brad Thompson, he's a writer."
The woman nodded and said, "Hi." "Hello, Anna," I said. She lowered her gaze
to my penis and I looked at Adelle who only smiled. "I see you've decided to
embrace the naked beach policy," Adelle said, slipping off her kimono. Garan
took it and folded it neatly. Today, Garan had on a thong that barely
contained his bulging penis and scrotum and began spreading out the towels and
setting up the beach chairs.

Adelle turned to Anna and said simply, "Get undressed." "Yes, mistress," she
replied. She slipped off her sandals and pulled her T-shirt over her head.
Anna was tan, but not as dark as Adelle and certainly not as muscular though I
could tell she took care of herself. She unfastened her shorts and stepped out
of them. She wore no bra or panties.

Adelle turned back to me and said, "Anna is one of my slaves. She's very
obedient," and she turned back to the young woman and smiled. Anna returned
the smile and said, "Thank you, mistress." "As a reward for her devotion to
me," Adelle said, "I have asked her to join us today. Garan has prepared a
nice lunch. I hope you don't mind, Brad." "No, I don't mind, mistress," I
said, although she had not asked me to call her that.

"I'm going for my swim," Adelle said, "I want you two to keep Brad company and
feel free to answer all of his questions, I'm sure as a writer he had many."
She then waded in the water as she had the previous day.

"I know Garan has been with Mistress Adelle for five years, how long have you
known her," I asked Anna. "I've known Mistress Adelle for three years now,"
she said. "And what brought you to her," I continued. "Initially an abusive
relationship," she said, "Mistress Adelle helped me and strengthened me both
emotionally and physically. I owe her so much." I nodded.

"What about you, Garan," I asked as he finished laying out the towels, "what
brought you to Mistress Adelle?" He straightened up and said, "I grew up in a
very poor neighborhood of Sao Paulo," and he pulled his thong down his
muscular legs, "Mistress Adelle found me and pulled me from life on the
street, she made me her man-servant." I could see why; he was certainly well
endowed with a flaccid penis that was well over ten inches in length and a
sizeable girth. He followed my gaze and said, "Yes, Mistress Adelle enjoys my
large cock, but she has trained me to prolong my own pleasures to please her."

We each took a beach chair and watched Adelle glide through the water. She
swam effortlessly with little splash, only taking a breath of air every five
or six strokes.

"Do you have sex with Mistress Adelle," I asked Anna. "Yes, when she wants. I
please her orally or with a dildo and she does the same to me." "So is your
relationship with Adelle simply sexual," I asked. "No," Garan said, "I serve
the mistress, cook, clean, and drive her. Sex is secondary, although her
sexual appetite is enormous." Anna nodded and said, "I take care of Mistress
Adelle's books and finances, I'm a CPA. As for sex, our sexual sessions
sometimes last hours. I worship her muscles, her dominance, stamina and she
has taught me to open my mind to new things."

"You said that Adelle helped you out of an abusive relationship, what did you
mean by that," I asked Anna. She looked at Garan who only shrugged. "My
boyfriend at the time was abusive to me, physically abusive, especially when
he drank. Mistress Adelle beat him up; she fractured some ribs, broke a finger
and nearly crushed his balls. We separated after that and I've been with
Mistress Adelle ever since." "Did your boyfriend fight back?" I asked. "Oh,
yes," said Ganan, "he was well over six-foot tall and probably weighed two
hundred forty pounds, but he was no match for Mistress Adelle. She knows
Brazilian mixed martial arts fighting. The punches the boyfriend landed was
like hitting a wall." I nodded.

Mistress Adelle swam to shore and emerged as she had the previous day. Ganan
was waiting for her with a soft towel as she stepped from the water. "I trust
you got the answers to your questions, Brad," she said, "I'm just sorry that
we'll be leaving tomorrow, but I have many clients that I must satisfy." I
stood up and said, "I wish you could have stayed the entire summer, our time
together was entirely too short."

She smiled and said, "Yes, it was, I would love to train you. You would make a
fine slave and I could help you extend your orgasms which you and your
partners would like. Perhaps you could visit me in town. Anna, give Brad one
of my cards." Anna reached into the tote bag and retrieved a silver business
card. Before standing up, she lightly touched my cock and smiled. "Here, Mr.
Thompson, call and I'll make an appointment," she said.

For the balance of the summer I could think of nothing but my encounter with
Mistress Adelle, Garan and of course, Anna. Words flowed from my laptop as I
wrote about my encounter and speculated on what could have been if Mistress
Adelle and I had had the entire summer. Did I visit Mistress Adelle once I got
back to the city? What do you think ... . ï�