The River (Single File)

We had driven up to the condo earlier in the evening, steeling ourselves against the weekend rush of traffic that was all too common on the interstate north these days.  The farther north we went, though, the more traffic was left behind.  However, the delays in getting out of the city earlier in the day had us arriving just before sunset.  Indeed, as we were pulling into the parking space, the sun was setting in a blaze of burnt orange and pale gold.  This was the storybook ending to a picture-perfect, late summer day. 

"We might as well enjoy what's left of the sunset," you suggest once the car had come to a stop in front of the condo.  

"I agree, but from up here or down by the river?" is my response.  

"Oh, the river!  Absolutely!"  

The river had always captivated us since discovering and then purchasing the condo several years ago.  Since that time, the river has remained our… special place. 
 
The condo was located atop the eastern floodwall of the river about 120 feet above the floodplain.  Access to a narrow, sandy beach alongside the river was gained by means of a narrow track leading down from the floodwall.  After a quick stop inside the unit to deposit our belongings, we walked to the head of the track with an oversized blanket, a bottle of Merlot, and two drinking glasses. 

The sky overhead was deepening in color from the rich blue of day to the deeper purple of night.  The brightest stars of late summer were beginning to shine.  The band of pink known as the Belt of Venus was clearly visible just above the horizon but was most pronounced opposite the recently-departed sun.  As we descended to the floodplain via the track, we both breathed deeply the moist scent of the river and earthy scent of the nearby woods. 

The sunset was fading fast before us as the last of the fading light caught your eyes.

Showing what I thought was amusement in them, you tease, "Last one to the Rock has to strip first!" and sprint ahead of me, laughing.  

Laughing while running was not easy, but I knew that you wanted to be last, and so I stole past you in the darkening night to arrive at the Rock several seconds before you.  Fortunately, I had managed to hold onto the blanket and wine bottle, though lost the glasses in the gathering gloom. 

We were both breathless after our run and rested beside one another on the Rock as we watched the night chase the last streaks of day from the sky.  The Rock was at the far end of the beach, opposite of where the beach was entered, in a hollowed recess formed by the river's never-ending current.  A sand bank had formed on the downstream side of the Rock, and it was atop this that we spread the blanket once night had fallen in earnest. 

The sky had turned a dark purple and the stars glittered like diamonds above our heads, serving as the perfect crown to the river before us.  The waxing half-moon was riding high overhead and had brightened considerably in the last few minutes, casting a soft light over the river, the Rock, and us. 

After opening the wine bottle from which we both drank deeply, I reminded you of the recent challenge.  

"Well, I notice you're still clothed, and I believe there was a concession to be made at the start of our race here?”  

You nod slowly; a smile plays at the corners of your soft lips as your hands move to the top button of your blouse. 

Slowly, each button was undone until the front of your blouse was lying open.  Shrugging your shoulders almost imperceptibly and moving your hands across your exposed front noticeably, you let the top fall away from you.  Your hands then disappear behind your back and unfasten the clip holding your bra in place.  Another shrug of the shoulders results in this garment also falling away from you. 
  
The night air, which already cooled significantly from the heat of mid-day, caresses your exposed breasts and hardens their nipples.  Goosebumps appear across the surface of your cooling flesh from your breasts to your stomach… 

My eyes have become fixed on your movements and their results as the moon and increasing starlight bathe your body.  I can see an infectious and full smile on your face, and I believe you are enjoying this as much as I am.  I return the smile in response, wondering if the wine is working its desired effect on you and me already. 

Encouraged by the reaction you've obviously produced in me (your eyes have moved from mine to the shorts which appear to have expanded… recently), your hands reach up and cup your full breasts and then move inward.  The thumbs brush across the swells of your mounds to slowly stroke the hard tips of each.  Following each pass across, your nipples are deflected and returned to their erect positions.  Your smile fades from your face, and your breathing becomes slightly labored. 

Knowing that you have more to remove, your thumbs stop their movements and your hands start to move downward, brushing your flat stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties below which is the top of your khaki shorts.  Your hands meet in the front above the zipper of your shorts as your thumbs hook into the elastic of your panties.  Traveling along the waist of your underwear, your thumbs follow the contour of your sides and rest near the swell of your hips. 

Bending slightly at the waist and smiling, you push downward on panties and shorts together, and I watch as they fall along your outer thighs.  You release both as they reach your knees and stand upright.  After lifting your leg forward to let your shorts and panties reach the ground, you give a quick shake to free them and your sandals, tossing all to the corner of the blanket.  Standing naked before me in the moonlight, you place your hands on your hips with your legs slightly spread apart, and within the shadow of the delta formed by your thighs and stomach I can barely see your swelling labia below the neatly trimmed wedge of hair. 

With an air of seriousness, you state, “Did I mention that although the last one to the Rock had to strip, they get first fuck?”  

My response was an elongated “nooo”, but I respond that I would try to honor my part of the newly-revised concession as well as you had.  A giggle escapes your mouth; you close on me. 

Sitting before you, my hands move to the side of your buttocks and pull you close.  Your sex is before my mouth.  I can feel your growing heat and can smell your womanly scent.  Coupled with the wine, my head grows light at the thought of what I’ll do next. 

My hands move from the sides to the cheeks of your ass and hastily remove the last few inches between us.  As my lips touch the hair of your mons, I hear a sharp intake of breath from you followed by a whispered and hurried, “Oh my God”.  My mouth descends to cover your now-swollen lips, and your legs part slightly as your hands rest on my head. 

As your hands guide me into you, my tongue begins to probe the inner folds of your pussy.  I taste your wetness, which has risen to the surface, and curl the tip of my tongue to catch the initial offering.  Greedily, I swallow your juice.  Moaning softly, you push my head further into your cunt.  In response, my hands move from behind you to the front to pull your reddened lips apart further.  I spread your wetness along your opening, enjoying immensely the salty and tangy taste of you.  Thick, clear strands of your dew follow the motion of my tongue as I lick the opening of your vagina. 
 
I shift the focus of my movements to your erect clitoris.  My tongue begins to flick your clit in short, quick strokes from side to side.  Your knees buckle, and I’m forced backward in a prone position on my back atop the blanket as you descend involuntarily.  You apologize repeatedly, but I tell you to hush and blow gently across your inflamed pussy to make you stop. 

Looking up at your face, I see only a silhouette framed against the half-moon.  The outline of your hair is visible as it rests upon your shoulders.  However, I can hear your breathing, which has quickened, and I can smell your scent, a mixture of the soap you use, the perfume you wear, and the musky center of your womanhood before me and on my lips.  For a moment, my senses are overwhelmed by your presence. 

Raising my head, I again focus on your clitoris by stroking it with my tongue.  After several passes, my lips seal around the tender flesh surrounding your clit, and I suck.  Several seconds later, I release your lips and again stroke your clit.  You arch your back and rock your pelvis into my mouth.  Your hands reach behind you to balance you, as your head is tossed back and upwards. 

Your eyes shoot open, as my lips and tongue focus on your womanhood, and you notice (not for the first time) the night and its spread of stars.  As you concentrate absently on the bright star stars overhead, you begin to feel that familiar and desired warmth building within you.  Your nipples become taut at the thought of what’s to come, and your sight of the stars overhead begins to blur. 

You fight the feeling, holding it at bay, wanting the sensation to build further.  Your eyes are tightly shut.  I sense you’re close to an orgasm because you’ve started sliding your pussy across my face from top to bottom.  Your increased wetness helps your movements as you grind the firm flesh of your vulva feverishly against me.  Your breathing is short and clipped and accompanied by a deep and prolonged moan. 

Not able to contain the pent-up storm any longer, you release it in an overpowering wave of warmth.  

You warn me, “I’m cumming… yes... yes… yes… ahhh!”  

You cum forcefully as the orgasm rolls across your body in multiple waves, radiating outward from your clitoris and vagina to tingle your nipples, hands, and feet.  Your heartbeat pounds inside your head, paralleling the frequency of the waves. 

You release a muffled scream as your orgasm peaks. 

I feel the sudden burst of warm fluid from you as it leaves the opening of your pussy, and my mouth moves to cover your quivering form.  The taste of your dew is salty and sweet now.  I take as much as I can into my mouth and swallow.  Carefully avoiding your now sensitive clitoris, I gently and softly lick you as your shaking subsides.  Your first sensations upon recovering are those of moving warmth between your legs and the soft gurgle of the nearby river… 

As the river continues its soft gurgle, I hear your breathing return to a semblance of normal.  I glance up at your face.  The moonlight is bathing it in a soft light.  Your eyes have been dulled by your recent climax, but a playful lust is returning to them.  As you watch my mouth, lips, and tongue softly kiss and caress your smooth inner thighs and still dew-covered lips, your eyes brighten.  Before stopping, though, I run the tip of my tongue slowly but firmly across your heated lips, flicking your still hard clitoris before pulling away from your womanhood.  

A smile rests upon my lips as I watch you shudder at this parting touch.

Night has descended over us, covering us in its dark and jeweled blanket.  The cool air of late summer insulates us… for now.  The night sounds are increasing as you lift and swing a leg away from my face.  

"Now you're mine," you state confidently.  

"I'm going to take you with my mouth.  After all, like deserves like... right?"  

I nod my assent and feel my... anticipation... growing as the image of your lips holding my cock flashes into my thoughts.  

"Lay on your back, Baby," you say as your hands reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it upward and over my head.  

Now I feel the night air on my uncovered chest and stomach.  You toss my shirt toward the growing pile of discarded clothing.  

Your right hands rests alongside my left cheek as your lips seek mine.  Our lips touch and part to allow our tongues to touch.  You taste yourself on my lips and smell your scent on my face.  My lips close and capture your bottom lip, sucking gently as my tongue runs along its length.  My teeth close and bite firmly on your lip.  A deep moan escapes from within you.

You pull away from our kiss, "Hey, it's my turn, remember!  On your back!"  

Your left hand now pushes me backward and your fingers trace the contour of my chest and tightened nipples, pinching them playfully.  Your right hand brushes the hard mound that is present in the front of my shorts, and your fingers trace the length of my shaft, which lies beneath the fabric.

Resolutely, your hand palms my cock and presses downward, moving in small, tight circles.  My breathing quickens.  
"Are you wet, Baby?"  you ask playfully.

My response is a husky, "Yes!"  

You chuckle, "Of course you are...  You liked tasting my pussy; just as I like tasting your cock…"

Your voice is silent as you pull my shorts down from my waist.  My erection stands before you, rigid and swollen with anticipation...  With my clothing finally removed, you settle between and spread my legs apart.  Your hands touch my thighs and slowly move upward and inward.  My cock leaps at the thought of your touch.

A hand reaches my scrotum, and you graze my weighted balls lightly with your fingernails.  The moan of pleasure you hear indicates how much I enjoy your touch.  Emboldened, you cup my sack in your hand, rolling my balls around with a slight but constant pressure.  Slowly, your fingers move up the length of my shaft, encircling its width and feeling its hardness.  A lone finger arches over the smooth head, spreading the growing precum across the surrounding surface.  

Grasping my cock firmly, you draw it toward your mouth, part your lips, and extend your tongue to meet my manhood.  My buttocks lift upwards as my back arches, wanting (desperately) for you to take me into your mouth…

My head is forced back quickly to look upward into the night sky.  I feel your hot breath on my now throbbing shaft.  I feel your tongue connect and lick my glans.  A purr of delight is heard, implying that you enjoy the sweet and light taste of the precum glistening on the head.  

You circle my head with your tongue and lick swirls of moisture up and down my shaft.  I feel you shift and tease the underside of my cock, tracing a path from my scrotum to the glans, and back down again, stopping only to suck the heavy balls more fully.  Your actions create the sensation of your taking me completely into your mouth.  The heat of your mouth on my balls in the cool air is intense.  

I bring my head forward to watch you.  Your eyes are cast upwards, and we stare into one another's eyes.  The physical sensation and associated emotion are so intense!  My toes curl involuntarily in response.  You lick your lips and start to ascend to the wetted top of my veined shaft.  Your hand grasps the base of my cock and begins to stroke the shaft in time with your tongue's ascent. 

Suddenly, your tongue has stopped because your mouth opens.  A slight pause, though, and you look up again; your eyes shining in the moonlight.  

"I want to taste you... fully.  Do you understand?"  

"Yes," is my whispered response.

 My heart begins to race, knowing what you'll do next to make certain your stated want is met.  Once more, your tongue is extended, and its tip flicks lightly across the hole atop the crown, probes, and spreads the same open. 

Again, you lick your lips, and then lower your head over my cock, drawing it into your mouth.  I gasp at the unexpected suction that the tight embrace of your lips create.  You continue to suck, pulling the length of me into your mouth.  Your tongue swirls around my cock as you continuously engulf and pump my rigid manhood with your mouth.  

My left hand searches for and finds your hair, guiding your head (and mouth) along my shaft.  I groan my pleasure, adding its sound to the other animal noises of the deepening night around us.  You release the seal your lips have had on me, but your tongue still works the length of my shaft.  The sudden absence of your mouth from around my cock only highlights dramatically the chilled air.

I thrust my hips and shaft into your mouth.  

"Patience, Baby..." you say around a mouthful of cock.

You start to suck me anew... slowly... fucking me with your mouth.  I hear those wet, sucking sounds that your mouth makes when the seal formed by your lips is broken.  My balls begin to tighten, and you seem to sense it.  A hand begins to fondle and cup my full and aching sack.  You change your movement along my cock by placing noisy kisses along its length, as your tongue licks my hard pole between kisses.  

"Please," I beg.  

With that, you increase the intensity of your kisses, ending them by sucking my shaft deep into your mouth.  You begin to move faster, and your hand once again strokes the base of my cock in time with the movement of your head.  I'm gasping for air now, watching your hair brush across my hips with each downward thrust.  The sight before my eyes (my cock repeatedly disappearing into your mouth only to reappear wetted by your sweet saliva), increases the intensity of a pressure that has centered in my cock and balls.

You plant your hands atop my hips, and pump my shaft faster.  Your saliva travels down the length of my pole even as you suck inward to capture it.  Hands moving to cover my hips and rotating downward to grip my ass, you pull me upward.  Your nails press into the hot flesh of my buttocks, making my hands plant themselves by my side to better position my cock for your mouth.  The pressure is building...

I need to cum, but want to enjoy fully the centered pleasure that has begun to erupt within the base of my cock.  

"Hon, Hon..."  I choke forth.  

Sensing my pending release, you motion for me to stop thrusting.  You furiously work my cock, forcefully pushing your mouth onto my cock and reaching the opening to your throat.  One hand moves to my balls, kneading them almost painfully, while the other grips the base of my cock.  My scrotum tightens...  

I grab your head with both hands, as I feel the cum being forced up and through my shaft.  You sink your head down, engulfing me to the base.  

“Ahhh!”  A sharp gasp and extended groan signal my release.  

You feel my hot cum spasm repeatedly against the back of your throat.  You pull up involuntarily to swallow but remain sealed to my cock.  Another spasm and I feel a thick and heated strand of cum deposit itself into your warm and waiting mouth.  You begin to move along my length and suck yet again.  I sense the movement of more cum from the tip of my cock as you continue to milk me with your mouth.  

Once satisfied that you had collected all the cum that my cock would yield, you rise and lean forward to meet my lips.  I draw you close with my hands holding your face.  We kiss deeply, and I taste the salty sweet of my cum on your tongue and lips.  This new taste joins the one that continues to linger on my mouth from you...  The resulting taste and scent are so erotic!

As we break the kiss, our bodies tremble in the echoes of our love making and in the soft, cool breeze of the advancing night.  We stand to stretch, and goosebumps appear on our exposed flesh.  As we look at one another intently and searchingly, we embrace to keep warm.  Looking as one upon the river, your hand travels once again to my semi-hard cock between us, pulling its head close to the waiting lips of your warm pussy.  

"You're not done yet, Baby."

Sensing your desire, I take your left hand into mine and intertwine our fingers.  You smile knowingly of what’s next, as I lead you back to the Rock.  Our fingers loosen their hold, and you move forward several steps to the smooth surface of the Rock.  

The day’s warmth still lingers within the Rock, radiating its captured heat outward into the cool, night air.  The moon has crested and is beginning its descent, while casting its softened light across the sandy beech and river.

Stopping atop the blanket, you lean your torso into and against the Rock.  

“Oh!”  You appear to be surprised at its warmth.  

Casting a glance over your left shoulder, your hands are placed against the hard surface and your feet are set into the rough fabric of the blanket beneath.  Smiling invitingly, you spread your feet shoulder-width apart.  This movement reveals a glimpse of your womanhood and its delicate cleft.  

You arch your back and return your hands to the Rock, but farther down its expanse.  This placement thrusts your bottom higher and uncovers the length of your slit.  Your firm globes are draped forward, and their tips are raised in anticipation.

Watching your form closely in the moonlight, I approach your backside.  My erection has swollen as I follow your actions before the Rock.  Pausing before you, I place a thigh between your legs and press upwards and then from side to side just brushing your vulva.  

Your labia respond by swelling almost immediately and graze my thigh.  I feel the heat building in your pussy as you lower yourself slowly atop my leg.  Your growing wetness is readily felt and begins to cover my thigh as you move your sex against me.  Your own thighs turn inward, securing my leg between yours.  

My hands rest upon your rounded back with fingers splayed.  After briefly warming the skin below, I draw my hands toward me and along the curves of your sides, hips, and rump.  Resting atop your buttocks, my hands spread your cheeks slowly, which further discloses the pinched rosebud within and nearby moistened lips.   

You shudder and voice a low moan, as you grind your mound against my thigh.  My phallus has hardened fully, as I break free of your legs’ hold on me.  Grabbing your hips, I guide the crown to your reddened lips, and enter you gently.  Pausing briefly, I only allow the tip to penetrate.  My fingers grasp my staff and ruffle your pussy along the length of your opening, overspreading the head with your honey.

You settle back and impale yourself on my cock.  The smooth, warm walls of your quim expand to accommodate my quickened entry, and I feel a heated release from deep inside.  At the touch of this liquid, I probe involuntarily but forcefully into your waiting pussy.
Our breathing hastens at our long-delayed coupling, and we pause momentarily to savor the feel of one another.  You sink further down, allowing your hardened button to compress itself against my swollen sack.  The sensation of your cunt engulfing my cock completely is so intense that my body trembles in total want for you.  

My fingers tightly grip your hips and begin to move you along my staff.  

But you push unexpectedly away from the Rock and huskily whisper, “Remain in me…” 

You sink to your knees, forcing me to follow because of my overriding need to know you are surrounding me.  Your heat draws me toward you like the proverbial moth to the flame, and you know I must obey.  Like you, I settle upon my knees, and you remain upright with back arched to seat yourself against me.

My hand instinctively moves from your left hip, fingertips caressing the flesh beneath, to cross the flat of your stomach and cup your right breast.  Against the night air, your bosom is a furnace, weighted and full from our on-going love making.  My thumb traverses the outward swell of flesh to cosset firmly yet slowly the pointed bud that peaks your breast.

My remaining hand shifts from your right hip and along the nearby valley to search for your mons.  Finding its target, my middle finger skims your pronounced clitoris.  Pressing my advance, I begin to circle your nubbin and apply increased force.

“Ahhh!  Ohhh… fuck me… NOW,” you huff followed by a whimpered, “…please!”

Continuing my ministrations with your nubbin, my hand leaves your breast to return to you hip.  Once again, I begin to move you along my staff.  But unlike before, you entreat my movements by countering each forward thrust by my cock with a backward push of your pussy and each withdrawal with a forward rush.  The suction created by our impassioned stirrings is exquisite!

Our mixed wetness noisily sounds itself into the surrounding darkness as we fuck uninhibitedly.

The hushed sounds of night are punctured by your words, “Yes, Baby!  Finger me!  Fill me!  Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!”

My heart is racing hearing your commands and knowing that they are for me alone.  I extract my painfully-hard shaft from your hot glove, watching as your clear juice glistens along my cock in the weak light.  You turn to face me, eyes questioning.  My hand releases your hip to alight upon your cheek, as my lips brush yours to stall your unasked question and poorly masked frustration.

“Lay forward, Hon,” I breathe softly into your ear, while continuing to stroke your hard pearl.

You nod your head wordlessly you obey, lean forward, and place your elbows on the blanket. 

“God!  You are beautiful…” I murmur after drinking in the sight of you exposed before me.
Walking my knees forward slightly, I renter you hastily.  I revel (once again) in the taste of your womanhood in the most intimate of manners.  Both hands grasp your hips as my swollen phallus repeatedly trespasses your opened vagina.  

Feeling the building pressure at the base of my cock, I bore deep into you.  My balls poke against your exposed bud with each forward portion of my pumps.  You answer my thrusts by sliding a hand over your mound and forming a “V” with your middle and index fingers.  You close your fingers against your labia and feel the movement of my manhood as it slides inside your pussy.

Following this, I feel the inevitable is upon me.

“Hon…  I’m going to cum!  Oh… my… God!” is all that I manage to say before my orgasm hits.

“Cum for me, Baby!  Cum!” you command.

And I do…  My seed is sprayed from the glans in thick, hot jets, as my cock is thrust deep within you pressing against the hard ring of your cervix.  In spasm after spasm, your vagina is filled with my cream.  My breathing is noting more than ragged gasps.  I shake uncontrollably but cannot remove myself from you.    

Your vaginal muscles clamp tightly around my shaft.  You near a climax brought on by your index finger alternately compressing and releasing your hard nub.  Recovering slightly, I begin to move inside you as your finger dances across your clitoris.  Rocking back and forth in short strokes, my hardness chafes against the sides of your creamed honey pot.

“Oh, Baby!  Oh, Baby!  Cumming!  Cumming!” you state between sharp intakes of air.

Your finger falls away as you hand braces your body against the multiple waves of pleasure, rippling outward from your womanhood.  The waves end in tingling pulses at the extremities.  I slide forward into you as you peak and remain seated inside your clenched pussy, unmoving.  My finger replaces yours to feather your clitoris, carefully balancing your extended pleasure against the increasing sensitivity of your bud.

Sated (for now) you collapse upon the blanket, breathing hard.  Equally satisfied, I spoon alongside you.  My cock remains inside you as it softens.  I reach for the edge of the blanket and pull it over, covering us from the sudden and apparent chill of the night.  

Draping an arm across yours and inserting a leg between your calves, I softly state, “I love you, Hon.”

You respond by tucking my arm under yours, squeezing my hand, and saying, “Ditto, Baby… Ditto.” 

You start to drift into a light sleep, listening to the sound of the river nearby.  An owl cries out somewhere upriver, reminding me of the sounds we made earlier and wondering what the river (if it were inclined to do so) thought of our actions tonight.  Smiling, I hug you tightly and join you in sleep…     

  
  
