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 a moving warmth between your legs and the soft gurgle of the nearby river… 

