It was a sign of how much tonight had changed me that my first thought was to look round to see who might be watching us, not to run away as I would have just a few hours ago.
There was no one too near, a stream of night revellers flowed over the path behind us, but we had been granted the freedom of the riverside for our own carnal purposes.
I didn’t need to speak. My answer was in the way I turned away from you to rest my forearms on the railing in front of me and let my legs edge apart. I watched the river flow on towards the sea feeling your fingers delicately trace lines over the backs of my thighs, pushing the loose cloth of my dress higher and higher until I felt the wind brushing across my exposed cheeks.
Fingers danced back down the cleft of my buttocks as if they were using the crease to guide your hand inexorably closer to the entrance to my body that was your real goal. A single digit crossed over the sensitive skin separating my brown hole and my pussy, sliding over the wetness that still coated me from our earlier love making. I gasped as you broke through the paltry seal of my lips and slid your finger into my moist tunnel, frigging me slowly, stirring round and round like the swirling waters of the dark river below.
“Someone’s coming Roz, there’s a couple walking towards us. Stay where you are.” A glance
confirmed that a pair of lovers, hand in hand, were walking down the riverside walk towards where we were. I started to move away but you held me tight, your arm wrapped round me, your hand pushing on my stomach forcing your finger deeper into my cunt.
“Don’t move, I want them to see what I’m going to do to you.”
The tip of your erection touched my swollen lips as your finger drew back. You were so hot I almost expected to hear a hiss as your rod pushed slowly, so very slowly into my wet, open furnace. I felt every tiny thrust as you sank deeper and deeper, there was no withdrawal just a growing sensation of fullness as you took me the way you’d always dreamed you would.
You remained completely motionless, cherishing your moment, enjoying the silk like feel of my wetness surrounding you, holding you inside me. Your hands slid back round and cupped my breasts again, loving the closeness of our bodies, worshiping my warm female flesh. I experienced once again the pain of my overexcited nipples being twisted between your thumb and finger but before I could cry out the pain turned to sensuous pleasure and my cry turned to a cry of lust.
I was sure the noise must have attracted the attention of the approaching lovers, but I wasn’t going to break the spell by turning to look. People must be able to see what we were doing.
I wanted to tell you to fuck me, I was so close to cumming again. Then I realised that your
motionless stance, the low almost unheard whimpers of joy, the tight grip of your fingers, meant that you were fighting your own orgasm. You had given me so much, waited for your own enjoyment for so long that you couldn’t hold back any longer.
You deserved this, you’d earned this moment when a spectacular orgasm would take over your
mind and body. I wanted this to be the most wonderful orgasm of your life, I wanted you to have it, I wanted to share it with you. I felt the tremors run through you, evidence of the effort you were putting into controlling your body’s desires. I could sense that the longer you held out, the more explosive your final release would be, a smile of contentment passed over my lips, you needed to know it was all right.
“Let go Cliff, let it happen, cum for me, you’ve been so good to me, it’s your turn now. Cum for me now, it’s all right, I’ll cum with you.”
My fingers plunged between my legs pressing on my clit sliding easily on the copious lubrication surrounding my honeypot. You held onto the tips of my breasts as if they might escape, sending waves of lust down to join my fingers at my pussy. I felt my own orgasm start, it forced my hips to pull away before pushing hard back onto you. It was so little, but too much. You tensed and a long drawn out groan prefaced the first powerful pulse of cum surging from your balls. I felt it rush through your shaft and out to soak my pussy with sperm. You held yourself rigid inside me as jolt after jolt of your seed emptied into my soaking wet passage.
“Ahhhh fuck yes, ahh… ahh…. ahhh! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yessss.”
Each shot of cum was accompanied by an animalistic grunt. It was enough to push me the last
fraction and my own orgasm flowed around me, matching your own as we came in unison.
The ferocity of your convulsions started to diminish as you slowly regained control of your body. Your hips began to thrust against me, ignoring how sensitive you must be. Your cock, still rock hard, pushed into me with long strokes. My hips matched your thrusts, my grunts coinciding with yours I wanted you to enjoy this so much.
Gradually you drove into me with less and less power, our breathing started to return to something like normal, my hips were still moving, your cock was still fucking me slowly. “You’re still hard Cliff, have you taken a pill?”
“
No, just my fantasy and you Roz, those are the only drugs I need right now, this has been the
best night of my life.”
My gaze returned to the wondrous spectacle in front of me, I lost myself in the feel of our bodies still joined in such an intimate way. “Let’s go back to the hotel and you can fuck me again Cliff.” We turned, walking away towards the city lights, my dress still flapping in the breeze as I started to cover myself. The couple who had been approaching stood like statues just yards from where we’d consummated your fantasy. They
must have seen and heard everything.
Our laughter echoed from the banks of the river as we linked arms and walked towards the city’s bright lights.
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