Story by T.J.
Along The River
As he lay on the blanket, enjoying the afternoon warmth of the sun, he heard her whistle long before he saw her. Propped on one elbow, he watched as she appeared over the brow of the hill on the other side of the stream and made her way to the waterside, chirping merrily, her long blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

Slowly, she pulled her top over her head revealing exquisite heavy breasts which bounced with her movements and whose nipples stiffened at the touch of the gentle breeze. She undid the buttons of her flowing skirt and let it drop to the ground. Her pubic hair was barely visible at this distance due to the fine hair coloring. Lastly she kicked off her shoes before entering the water. As it rose to her thighs, she sat down and submerged her upper body to the neck, her breasts attempting to float before sinking under the water.

Watching her splash around, his cock stiffened in his shorts and he had to move slightly to get more comfortable. Maybe it was that movement or a slight sound but something caused the woman to look directly at him. Her eyes seemed to lock on his, piercing blue stars engaging his without fear. Slowly she rose to her feet and started to wade towards him. He became apprehensive as she approached, her nakedness both intimidating and exciting him, a state he could not hide. As she stood over him, her eyes flashed eagerly to the swelling in his shorts.
She knelt beside him, her knees apart revealing the well kept thatch of her pussy. Her hand rested on his shoulder and gently pushed an indication he should lay on his back. Her fingers trail through the hair on his chest, nails being drawn across from nipple to nipple and then down. With a deft motion the button on his shorts was open, zipper pulled down and as he raised his bottom off the ground, his shorts pushed over his knees to his ankles. Now free, his erection sprang into the air and she let out a soft moan of pleasure as she firmly grasped it in her hand.

Up and down, up and down went her hand, enjoying the firmness, the width of his cock. He relaxed and she motioned him to close his eyes. His hands clasped behind his head, he did so. With a jolt, he felt her tongue circle the tip of his cock, lick the length of it before taking him into her mouth. Slowly she devoured all of him, her fingers playing with his balls, teasing his anus. Sucking as she released him slowly and then sliding him back down her throat. Her head began bobbing up and down on him and his excitement was almost unbearable. He felt his balls begin to tighten and she felt it too because suddenly she released him momentarily before she straddled him and fiercely thrust her wet pussy down on him. Riding furiously, pumping up and down on him, his hands now grasping her buttocks pulling her down harder. Eyes wide open, he watched her face full of concentration and lust as she pounded him, her breasts bouncing in all directions until finally she began to moan, louder and louder reaching her climax. This was too much and he exploded within her, a hot stream of cum shooting deep inside which brought her to a shuddering orgasm. Slowly, still savoring the connection, her pace lessened until finally she was still, perched there on his rapidly diminishing manhood, her hands resting on his chest.

They rested in each other’s arms. When he woke, she was gone and he was alone. Was it a dream in the heat of the afternoon sun?

The dried passion juice on his limp member suggested otherwise.

 
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