The rise

We sat on a rise on the riverbank and the brown water flowed at a sad pace. The boathouse across boasted of early settlers’ longing for England. Discretion was essential.

It was comfortable in the shade. I hadn’t seen her for a while. We hadn’t been together now for over two years, there was no emotion; we had moved on and had loving partners. We were simply occasional fetishists, in love with the play on the rare occasion.

We were committed to our fantasies. She was in her thirties, her red hair, her almost translucent skin, freckles made her look like a young girl and she often like to pretend to be the teenager being manipulated.

We began as always to talk about sex as though were talking about school fees or a new job. My cock hardened against my jeans.

“How about you play with my cock?” I asked.

“No way,” a smile cut across her face.

“We talk, that’s all, or nothing,” she added.

“I won’t be doing that anymore”, I knew if there was any chance at all I could not push.

“You can pretend to not notice, pretend you don’t care, like I am not here, I’ll just wank next to you,” my mouth dried.

“I’m not doing anything, but if you want to play with yourself go ahead,” her eyes were cold.  My nipples hardened.

I unzipped my jeans, took my cock out of and began to stroke it gently.

“I sometimes fantasise that you’re fucking your wife and I’m sitting on an armchair looking at you, but my legs are spread over the armrests and my pussy is exposed, no cover, open, ” she said.

“You’re fucking your wife from behind but she moves over while your still in her and begins licking my pussy… you’re fucking her from behind?”

I had to be carefully to not to masturbate too hard; I did not want to come.

“I prefer being done-over by two guys” she shifted; the stories were unrealistic like on-line porn.  

She pretended not to notice my cock as I placed it on her lap, then she suddenly said, “No, no, we’re talking, only”

“You don’t mind if I keep it out do you?” I asked.

“It’s fine I just don’t want it on me, let’s move on, I need to go soon,” she added

I pulled back my foreskin gently.

                 “I would love to tie and you blindfold you. Then I would take my cock and rub it gently around you face and mouth” I began a new scenario.

“What if I did not open my mouth?” she cut in.

“Well I would slowly force it in, or maybe slip it in you pussy which should be wet, as I would have my fingers in there, then come out, wank myself and come on you face if you continued to resist opening.”

“Sounds ok… Would you lick my nipples?” her breath was shallower.

“Maybe you could force me to suck you by pulling my head back as you stick something in my pussy” she said.

                 Her white freckled cheeks were now almost as orange as her hair.

“Why don’t you lift your skirt and let a little air come in?” I asked.

“You must be very wet by now” I was persistent and while I knew that she’d let me come if I continued to play with myself, I wanted to play with her pussy.

Her pubic hair was as red as the hair on her head.

“I don’t think so…but tell me what you’d want to do, and I’ll see,” she instructed.

“Ok… I’d like to inserted my fingers in you?” I said.

“How many fingers?” she asked.  

“Well, I could get four finger in there in the past, not sure now…do you want to try?”  I asked.

She was now looked now at my hard cock.

“I can put it away if it bothers you,” I said.

“It doesn’t worry me, either way,” she shrugged.

She lowered her panties and squatted the asked “Can you please insert a few fingers in my pussy? I’m so fucking wet”

She lifted her dress exposed her white butt. I clasped by hand under her pussy. She moved slowly up and down on the two fingers I had in her.

“See if you can put a few more in”, she ordered. 

“Are you going to piss?” I asked.

“Only if you clean me with your mouth” she said

I agreed and pointed to my cock, “ What should I do with this after?”

“She stretched her hand a little and lightly touched and began to gently play with it.

“I may suck it, after you clean my pussy with your mouth”, she said.

 I lowered my head under her skirt she sat on my mouth. Her soft wet pussy slid up and down my face, I tasted the salty urine as my tongue thrust in and out of her and licked her asshole.
I wet her asshole enough to easily insert my middle finger in there and gently finger fucked her anally,
“Oh fuck! I came! Hmmm,” she said as she sat on my mouth.

I lifted my face from under and wiped my mouth.

“Was it ok?” I asked and she nodded, her face was flushed.

“You had better go for it now before I change my mind”, she said.

She she bent over and slowly licked my cock then started to suck it.

She kept looking at me while my cock moved in and out of her mouth. At one point she took it out and said, “Let’s see how much I can swallow” and took it almost to the base.

She stopped as my cock was about to blow.

“Not in my mouth, take it out… come on my hand”

She opened her palm, I played with myself rapidly, my body tensed and I came in her white palm.

I let out a childlike laugh and then fell back. We straightened out, put my now soft cock back my jeans, and we lit a cigarette and shared it.

“I don’t know if I want to do this again”, she said.

I agreed and we sat talking about everything except sex as the day slowly collapsed.