The River, a night float

By

Rad

We arrived at the river around nine o'clock. The sun had been down for about an hour. As I got out of the truck, the air felt a lot cooler, then it had just thirty minutes earlier when we had dropped the other truck off at the boat launch ramp. When I shut the door, the dome light went off and I realized it was very dark, here under the bridge. Jerri opened her door and light returned.

I eased around to the back of the truck and unloaded the two lounge type pool floats and a small rubber boat. Into the boat went a small twelve pack sized cooler of beer, a small radio, and a couple of towels. I carried a smaller six pack sized cooler up to the open door. Jerri sat on the side edge of the seat holding a pair of ziplock bags and a tee shirt. I took those and put them in the cooler, along with Jerri’s truck keys. We'd use her truck to get back to mine. One of the bags held our cigarettes and a couple of lighters. What was in the other, I didn't know but had a fair guess. From time to time, Jerri liked a little smoke of a different type.

When I had the lid of the cooler secure, I looked up at Jerri as she rose up and turned around to kneel on the seat. She was reaching across to lock my door and roll the window all the way up. She leaned farther over to put my keys under the seat. I knew what she was doing, but I never saw any of it. The view of her ass in or rather out of her new bikini held my full attention. She had bought the bikini a few days earlier and had not let me see it, saying it was for a special occasion. It was sure making the view I got special, I can say that.

As far as I knew she had never worn a thong of any kind before. I had only seen pictures of them myself. Jerri always talks about not having an ass to go along with no boobs. Well, I’ve always like both her ass and boobs, they fit her. She's short, only five foot two inches tall, but she only weights ninety eight pounds, soaking wet. Big tits or a bigger ass would just unbalance her proportions.

But right now, with her knees spread wide for balance and her head down on the truck seat, her ass was magnificent. The narrow yellow strip of cloth running up the cleft of her ass cheeks just accented the tight tanned cheek on either side. The wider piece of cloth that barely covered her sex and mound was strained tight. I just stood and stared until she straightened up and looked over her shoulder at me.

"What are you grinning like an ape, about?" She asked. Then she remembered that I hadn't seen the new suit. "Oh, you like it do you?"

I cocked my head slightly to the side and said. "Like, nothing, I’ve always loved it." After a very slight pause, I continued. "Oh, you mean the new bikini, it's not bad." I grinned again, then laughed. "I love the bikini too. It makes one of your best assets even more beautiful."

She smiled and turned around. "What about the other half?" She asked shaking her small, firm breasted from side to side. They rolled back and forth under the narrow strips of thin yellow material, trying to escape.

Her breasts may be small, but they are full and well rounded, having large, highly sensitive nipples. Now, as the nipples rubbed against the material, they were growing to their full size, raising small tents in the cloth. Only about the center third of each breast was covered by the cloth. The rest was delightfully and deliciously bare.

I was again staring at her. "Beautiful. That's truly the word." I said letting my eyes wander up and down her slender, trim body. "Just beautiful. That bikini on you makes any occasion totally special." As she stepped down from the truck, I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly, kissing the hair on her head as I did.

Speaking through her hair, I said. "Now I see the need of the tee shirt. If you walked up the hill at the boat ramp wearing just that outfit, you'd shock and kill half the old men that hang out at the park. Their pace makers couldn't handle the overload." I laughed softly. "There’s a lot of very sexy, sensuous and beautiful woman showing through and around that bikini."

As I slowly relaxed the hug she looked up at me and asked softly. "Do you really mean that? Or are you just saying it to make me feel good?"

I bent and kissed her hard and passionately. My hands roamed softly and slowly over her back and bare bottom. Her arms snaked up, so that her hands griped the tops of my shoulders from the back. The kiss went on and on.

When it finally ended and we slowly released each other, I said with a grin. "Does that answer your question?"

With a little breathy sigh, she replied. "What question?" Then laughed.

Still grinning, I reached past her hip and retrieved the small cooler and snagged a small flashlight from the dash. I handed them to her. She moved toward the rear of the truck. I took this opportunity to remove my tee shirt, shorts and sandals. The shorts and sandals went into the floor of the truck; the tee shirt went over my shoulder. I locked and closed the truck door, plunging us into darkness again.

As I turned toward the back of the truck, the small flashlight snapped on. Jerri swung the small bright beam until it was shining on my bare feet. Slowly the circle of light climbed my legs to settle momentarily on my hips, illuminating the small bikini styled bathing suit that I was wearing. The outline of my semi ridged manhood was clearly outlined against the stretchy material. The beam continued on up across my flat stomach to my chest. Slowly it swings from one side to the other.

I heard Jerri’s voice softly whisper. "My, oh, my. Dammit! Not bad for a dirty old man, working on the age."

As I walked toward her, the beam once again centered on my hips. "Like what you see, I’d guess, from your comment." When I reached her the light snapped off as my hands settled on her hips. My lips on hers, cut off any reply she may have been going to make. Once again, I let my hands roam freely over her sparsely clad body. Hers returned the favor over mine.

When we finally came up for air, I realized that I could see fairly well by the moonlight. There was a full moon tonight. It was still fairly low in the east but quite bright. It would light the river well and make for a romantic float. That was what I had in mind anyway, when I had suggested this trip for just the two of us. It had dawned on me that Jerri and I hadn't had any time alone for quite some time.

With another short hug I asked. "Ready to get wet?"

Jerri laughed and replied. "I’m soaked already. Oh, you mean in the river. Sure, you grab the boat and I’ll get the floats."

When she bent to pick them up, I put out my hand and cupped her sex from behind. She wasn't kidding; the material of her bottoms was sopping wet. "I think you've got you own river going there. Can I swim up stream?"

She picked up the floats and straightened up, clapping her strong thighs together, trapping my hand in a hot, wet grip. I could just barely wiggle my fingertips. A small, fast shudder raced through her body.

"If you don't behave for a little bit, you're going to have a waterfall on you hands, in more ways than one." She said softly, relaxing her thigh muscles, she stepped away from my hand.

I brought the hand up to my face and inhaled the sweet, pungent smell. The wonderful smell of my sweetheart in lust. She stood a short distance away and watched me take a long lick of the sticky fluid on my palm and middle finger.

With a hint of mischief in her voice she said. "If you'll grab that boat and follow me, I’ll let you have the bowl to lick that, that was mixed and cooked in. But only when we get to the sand bar below the railroad bridge. Otherwise, I’m going to rape you right here on the tail gate of the truck and we'll forget the river."

With a laugh, I reached for the boat, saying. "Decisions, decisions, decisions. Heads we win, tails we win. Damn, the bad luck."

We were both laughing as we moved down the trail toward the river.

On the sandy bank of the river I put the boat down next to my float and squatted down to tie them together with a short piece of rope. Jerri was standing to my left front, silhouetted against the silver sheen of the calm, slow moving water. What a beautiful sight. I voiced my thoughts. "You know, I love you as much, if not more, than I did when we were married. Looking at you in the moonlight, against the river, you are even more beautiful than I have ever seen you be."

She turned with a smile on her face and looked down at me. "Flattery will get you everywhere and everything. But I know deep in my heart that you mean what you said. I love you, too. I also realize that we haven't had much, if any time for ourselves lately. I need to thank you, for realizing it too and thinking up this idea. Also, thank you for all your patience and help. Neither of us say we love each other often enough, but it shows in the things we do for each other." She giggled softly. "I didn't mean to make a speech. Just to say I love you, very, very much."

Now it was my turn to smile, as I moved over in front of her and leaned over to lightly kiss her sweet lips. She had other ideas though. Her arms locked around my neck, as she laid a kiss on me, like she hadn't in a long, long time. A kiss from the past, a kiss from our first dates, before sex had given us another way of expressing our love and longing. I gave in to the emotions and returned what I was being given.

If there had been much more passion in that kiss, both of us would have had steam coming out of our ears. As it was we were both a little dizzy and giddy afterwards.

Some how we got the boat and both floats in the water and ourselves seated without words or mishap. We slowly floated down stream, holding hands and relaxing. Our minds on inner thoughts and memories.

After a few minutes, Jerri said. "I could, sure use a beer and something to smoke. How about you?"

I had been using one hand to slowly paddle us out toward the center of the river holding Jerri’s hand with the other. I pulled her over next to my float and used the rope to haul in the boat. She placed her foot over my legs to hold us together. I opened the small cooler and lit two cigarettes. When I handed one to her, she handed me a small piece of yellow cloth. It was her bikini top. I smiled and dropped it in the boat. Swapping coolers, I snagged two cold beers. I turned to hand one to her; she handed me another piece of yellow cloth. I nearly dropped my beer, seeing her sprawled out on that float totally nude. I gave her a low wolf whistle.

She turned her head toward me and smiled. "Oh, you still like this outfit too. Going to join me, in the buff?"

When I nodded, her smile became a grin. I dropped her bottoms in the boat, soon to be followed by mine. I'd had a little problem getting the suit off over the hard on; my usually shy wife had caused. While I was wrestling with the problem, she gave out with a couple of wolf whistles of her own. When I finally settled back I was grinning also. Again floating along, we were holding hands. Our eyes would from time to time, caress each other as we sipped our beer.

The section of river we were floating was void of any house or overlooks. Other than the bridge we had launched from, which was very high above the water. It was the main bypass around town, so traffic was fast but fairly heavy. Whether anyone could see our nudity in the moonlight was another question. The moon was still low behind the trees but bright.

Jerri was normally very cautious about her modesty around here, where we live. When we were far away from home, among strangers, she had been known to do a little flashing after three or four beers. She had a little streak of exhibitionist in her soul.

The next place we could be seen from would be the railroad bridge. There were a half dozen trains through town on any given day but neither of us had any idea about the schedule. We were planning to stop on the sand bar just past and below the bridge.

About forty five minutes, another beer and three kisses later, we arrived at the sand bar. It's wide, but only about the middle quarter is above water and that's only a few inches. We hand paddled up into the shallows until we beached. We stood and pulled the floats and boat up onto the hard packed sand. I grabbed the two coolers, while Jerri grabbed the two big beach towels. She spread them out so they over lapped. I had opened the coolers and sat out two cold beers and both of the ziplock bags.

Jerri walked on across the bar and into the water on the far side. She waded out until the water was knee deep then squatted down. After a few moments she returned to sit on the towels next to me. I opened the two beers while she opened the second plastic bag. She pulled a thin tightly rolled joint from the bag and lit it.

This was something else she did not do around here very often and never at home. I know that one of her single girl friends smokes, as does one or two of the couples we know. Jerri just doesn't want to give our kids the wrong idea.

We passed it back and forth several times before she pinched it out. After replacing it in the bag, she laid back on the towel, propped up on her elbows. I joined her, our hips barely touching.

The moon was just clearing the trees far down the straight stretch of river in front of us. Between us and it was the main downtown bridge. We could see cars and trucks crossing back and forth over it. With the distance and the railroad bridge behind us, we knew we couldn't be seen from up there. We know, we've checked it out.

There was a cool wind blowing up and across the river, swirling from different directions as it encountered the trestle. It felt great on our bare bodies. I dropped off my right elbow and turned toward Jerri. She turned toward me and gently kissed me. I placed my hand on her hip and caressed it and her side, occasionally letting it roam over her back and bottom. Her hand was doing the same to me.

The moonlight, the caresses, and the kisses were having an effect on both of us. The beers and smoke were too. The kisses became more passionate as did the caresses. I could feel my manhood raised to the occasion. Jerri's nipples were rock hard under my palm. Her breathing was growing more rapid.

When her hand grazed along the length of my shaft, there was a small gasp from both of us. Her hand returned to stroke and pet my hard member. I moved my hand down to the junction of her thighs. She raised her right knee giving me free access to her sex. I gently stroked my fingertips across her smooth hairless mound and outer lips. There was another small gasp from her.

After only a few seconds of this, my middle finger slipped between the spreading outer lips to feel the warm folds of her inner lips. They were slippery with her passion. Her hand was moving more urgently over my shaft and balls. As I continued to stroke her gently, I could feel her sex opening like a flower. She was also getting wetter and wetter. As my finger dipped lower I could feel the heat and throb of her opening.

It matched the heat and throb I felt from my own organ. In one smooth swift motion she moved back away from my hand and rolled upward to straddle my hips. My manhood was now trapped, were my finger had been just second before. She sat up right and slowly rocked her hips back and forth and from side to side. I could feel the bottom side of my shaft settle farther into her hot wet slit.

Slowly she started to slide up and down along the entire length of my hard shaft. With each stroke she seemed to get hotter and wetter, as if that was possible. It was having a terrific effect on me also. As she rubbed upward across the swollen head of my dick, I could feel my balls draw up at the exquisite pleasure. As she slid downward they would relax slightly, but the sensations along the length of my shaft kept me on the edge.

Suddenly she froze in mid stroke. A shudder ran up and down her body as the outer and inner lips compressed and relaxed on my shaft. Quickly she lifted up, reached down to raise my cock straight up. Centering the head against her hot opening, she slowly lowered herself until she again sat fully on my hips. I had never in fifteen years felt her so hot or wet. Her insides were rolling and squeezing me as though she was still in the middle of a major orgasm.

Her hands were squeezing and caressing her breasts. The expression on her face told me that she was still exploding. She started to bounce up and down in short, sharp movements. I felt like I was deeper inside her than I had ever been. I could feel my shaft still growing and expanding with the terrific pleasure's she was producing.

With a loud groan and a lifting of my hips I exploded. As spurt after spurt erupted from me, her face got bright and shiny. My ears were singing. I felt as though I were about to pass out. She continued to bounce but was slowing. Finally she released her breasts and placed her hands on my chest for support.

She lowered herself to lay full length on top of me. She was breathing hard and fast; like she had just ran a four-minute mile. As I hugged her to me, she straightened her legs and wrapped them around mine. I was still planted deep within her.

Her vagina was still milking at my slowly softening shaft. A mixture of our juices was running down over my balls and inner thighs. It made my shaft twitch, which made her clamp down on me. We held each other for a long, long time.

Our breathing was back to normal; I was to the point that I figured Jerri was asleep. Finally my manhood slipped out of her. When it did a deep long sigh escaped from her lips. She lay were she was for a few minutes longer, then untangled her legs from mine and sat up. Again there was a tickling sensation of fluid dribbling down between my legs.

Jerri chuckled softly to herself. "Now I know what a gallon jug feels like when you empty it." She started to get up off me. It took three tries. I found out why when I tried to sit up. I had to use my arms and hands. I was weak and a little dizzy. By the time I was sitting up, Jerri was kneeling next to me.

We exchange a long gentle kiss. Jerri pulled back as she sat down on her heels. We both just sat looking into each other’s eyes. Slowly a grin crept across both our faces. Jerri started to giggle, which made me laugh, which made her laugh. Finally we settled back to just grinning from ear to ear.

After a few moments I reached for the cigarettes, and lit two. As I handed her one, Jerri asked. "Do you understand what just happened? I mean we've been together for eighteen years, married for fifteen, had two kids together. Sex is nothing new to us. But what just happened was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I started to cum with you outside me. I continued as you slowly slipped up inside me. You were deeper than you have ever been before. As I bounced I kept right on orgasming. Then you came. I could feel you splashing against my cervices. That's when I found out there is life after death. Because either I died and went to heaven or I had the grandmother of all orgasms. But why? What happened?"

I looked deep into her eyes, to see the shining happiness there. I reached up and caressed her face and stroked her hair. She kissed my fingers as they passed her lips.

With a deep sigh I lowered my hand to the top of her thigh. "I know what you mean. I've never felt anything that even comes close to this." I paused for a second then went on. "I think it's a combination of things. It's been a long time since we have been totally alone, and without major worries. The thrill of your new bikini, that's so much more daring than anything you've ever worn in public. It's effect on me and the compliments I gave you earlier. The fact that you floated the river nude for the first time." Again I paused. "Actually this is the most time you or either one have been naked outside our house or a motel room. The thought of maybe someone catching a glimpse of what we was doing. The relaxed mood that we both were in. The fact that we both knew why we were coming here and were in no hurry, nor did we have any reason to hurry. All these things add up to the whole of what happened."

"And I was worried about giving a speech earlier. Thanks for the lecture professor. I'm joking! What you say makes a lot of sense. We'll definitely have to do this more often or something similar." She paused as if in thought then continued. "Do you remember the first time we made love?"

I nodded, so she continued. "It was in my bedroom after a dance. Do you remember the second time and where?"

I had to think a minute, and then the light dawned. "Oh, yeah. Do I! Very similar to tonight in some ways." I chuckled to myself, seeing her grin.

I had been driving a small mini truck at the time. We were parked out in the woods near the lake. We started out kissing and petting. It slowly reached the point of no return. But because of the steering wheel, gear shift lever, and bucket seats we were getting more and more frustrated.

Finally we both threw open the doors and climbed out. Clothes had been flying in all directions. I grabbed an old sleeping bag from behind the seat and quickly spread it on the ground next to the truck. We fell into each other’s arms.

We were going at it great guns and very near orgasm when there was a flash of lights through the trees as another truck went flying down the old road not fifty feet from us. We both froze but we were to close to the edge. I climaxed then she did. I moved slightly and climaxed again, so did she. We never stopped; the pleasure just kept on building. Only exhaustion finally stopped us.

The memory flooded back from our late teens. Jerri placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me back prone, following me down for a long and passion filled kiss.

As it subsided I rolled her over and covered her small, tight body with mine being careful as always not to apply too much weight. My manhood was again hard and hot where it pressed against her belly. She gave a little gasp of surprise and wiggled against me, as a big smile filled her face.

"That memory must have been as good for you as it was for me." She stated softly.

I moved down kissing her chin, neck, and upper chest as I went. When I licked my tongue across her left nipple it was stiff and hard. I sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and over it, feeling it grow more. Releasing it I ran my tongue all over and around her breast. Finally I kissed and licked the slight crease that is under her breast. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Switching to her right breast I repeated the procedure only in reverse. Starting at the crease and ending at he nipple. I started to kiss down across her ribs but she grabbed my face and pulled me back upward. "I don't think I could handle where you're heading right now. Anyway I want you inside me." She said in a low halting voice.

I moved so I was between her parted legs, which she lifted and wrapped, around my lower waist. Her arms were tightly wrapped around my upper back and shoulders. I slowly slid my hardness up and down the trench of her sex, marveling at the warmth and wetness. As her breathing got stronger, I moved in longer, more forceful strokes.

On one backward stroke she wiggled and lifted herself higher with her strong legs. I entered her open, drenched vagina in one long, hard thrust. She let out a long groaning breath, wiggled her heels down around my ass and pulled me tightly and ever more deeply into her hot wetness. She ground herself against me.

A few moments later a shutter ran through out her body. When she relaxed slightly I started to make long slow strokes. At the top of each thrust she would lift and tilt her pelvis to meet me. We were spiraling higher and higher. I had increased the speed and strength of each penetration as Jerri whispered. "Harder."

I could feel Jerri nearing her peak; I was trying to hold mine back to match her. I lost control and came deep inside her, that tripped her over the edge. We held each other tightly as we trembled and shuttered through another overwhelming orgasm.

When we calmed and were once again under control we rolled over on our sides and just held each other enjoying the after glow of good sex. Relishing the pleasure we had shared, luxuriating in the feel of our hearts beating against each other.

I don't know if we dozed off or not. Jerri stirred and I gave a small jerk as the train whistle broke the calm of the night. It was a little ways away, heading into town. Jerri started to roll away from me but I held her tight. "Where are you going?" I asked.

She looked into my eyes and grinned. "The other end of the sand bar so I can wave at the engineer. I'm feeling sexy and very naughty. I feel like giving all three of us a thrill."

I looked at her hard. "You’ll probably cause a train wreck. That engineer will see a beautiful, sexy woman, with that well fucked look, running around on this sand bar and slam on the brakes to get a better view. Or you'll shock him into a heart attack and we'll have a run away train going through town." I laughed at her mock pouting expression.

Suddenly I released her as the whistle blew again, closer. "Go!" I said. As she got up and started to walk down the sand bar, I gave her a long wolf whistle. This made her swing her ass more. Damn, she looked sexy and sensuous.

I called out to her. "Want me to get the flashlight so you can have a spot light?"

She spun around. "You wouldn't dare!"

When I got up and walked toward the boat, she said sharply. "Chris! You wouldn't, would you? The moonlight is one thing but that light is bright. He'll be able to see everything."

When I turned with the light in my hand, she started to walk back toward me. "No, you don't." I said snapping on the light. The beam caught her fully, lighting her whole body. She froze. I snapped the light off.

"Move farther out toward the end of the bar." She cocked her head and looked at me. The whistle blew, very close. She grinned and hurried to the very end of the dry sand.

The train was close enough that the very bright, swiveling light was starting to flash through the trees. I hadn't thought about the train light and neither had Jerri. I chuckled to myself, knowing what was going to happen. I replaced the flashlight in boat and moved back to the towels to watch the show.

The trestle is about fifty yards wide. The train was moving slowly, about fifteen miles an hour. There is a thick line of trees on each side of the river. When the front of the train cleared the tree line, Jerri was washed in light as bright as day. She froze for moment with a started look on her pretty face. Then with a big grin she stood and waved at the dark cab of the train. When it was about half way across, she lay down on the sand and spread her leg wide and rubbed her hand up and down over her sex until the train light was extinguished by the trees on the far bank.

When darkness returned I couldn't see for a few minutes. Jerri was still laying on the sand when my night vision returned. I walked toward her. As I got closer I could see she was still rubbing herself. I hurried forward to kneel between her spread legs. I moved her hand and replaced it with my tongue. As I took that first long lick from her opening to her clit, she groaned loudly and lifted her hips. I cupped her ass cheeks, one in each hand and held her up. I continued to make long gentle sweeps with my tongue from her tight puckered anus to her clit. From time to time I could feel her body shake and shutter. Mostly when I would very lightly flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit or when I buried it deeply in her hot, dripping hole. When I dropped lower to lightly ream her ass hole she jerked and groaned a long low moan, her hips jerking and bucking. I continued until she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head away from her sex.

She lay there breathing hard, still holding me by my hair. My cheek was resting on her rising and falling stomach. Slowly her fingers released my hair. She absently stroked my hair with one hand and my face with the other. The one she caressed my face with was the same one she had rubbed herself with. Her smell was all over it. I kissed and licked it any time it got close enough.

When she removed her hands and stretched I sat back on my heels and looked down at her. She had this faint, self gratified smile on her face and a sleepy, sultry look in her eyes. She was all women and totally satisfied with herself and her sexuality. I smiled at her happiness and the part I’d played in it.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. A large smile lit up her face. "You look like the pussy cat that ate the canary." I said jokingly. Although there was a lot of truth in the statement.

She grinned and replied. "You’ve got it backwards. I feel like the canary that had her pussy ate. Feathers and all."

We both laughed. She put out her hand for me to help her up. When we were both standing she hugged me tightly. I hugged her and brushed at the sand on her back until she relaxed and stepped back. I leaned over for a light kiss on the lips.

As we turned to walk toward the towels, hand in hand, she said. "I think we need to take a swim and clean up. I've got sand everywhere and you taste and smell like me."

We changed directions slightly and waded into the water near the floats. The sand drops off sharply so we only went far enough to squat and get wet to my chest, her shoulders. I dipped my head under and rubbed at my face, then over the rest of my body. Jerri took care of the rinse but had problems getting the sand out of her hair. I turned her and leaned her back toward me, using my hands and fingers to work and comb her hair until most of the sand was gone.

When we got out of the water and headed for the towels it was almost cold. The wind had drop off to near nothing, which helped. I glanced up at the moon which was nearly over head. I wondered what time it was, then realized I really didn't care.

I picked up one of the towels and walked a short distance away and shook as much sand off as I could. Handing it to Jerri, I said. "Here wrap up in this. We'll go sit on the floats." She grabbed the small cooler and the cigarettes before walking back to the floats. I shook out the other towel and wrapped it around my waist.

Jerri was sitting on a float, leaning back against the backrest, with one foot on either side. I moved the other float until it faced the opposite direction and started to sit like she was.

"Hey, take that towel off. It looks like a dress and this beach is nude only tonight." She said with a laugh.

I chuckled as I removed the towel and sat down to wrap it around my shoulders. She handed me a lit cigarette. I took a long drag before opening the cooler for a pair of beers. We sat sipping and smoking in the quiet night, completely relaxed and at peace with each other’s silence.

Shortly after we finished our smokes, Jerri yawned. Which made me do the same. We both chuckled. "I think we're both worn out. Not as young as we used to be." I observed.

"Hey, speak for yourself." Jerri shot back. After a short pause she said softly. "I didn't comprehend how bright that light was going to be until it was too late." Again a pause. "After I started waving, I realized I wanted to do something I’d only fantasized about. That's when I laid down, spread my legs and started to masturbate. I hope you don't think badly of me. I got so hot, so fast I couldn't stop. I was so happy when you joined me. The first touch of your hot tongue got me off. Then it kept me going and going, or rather cumming and cumming. I was to the point of continuous small orgasms until your tongue started to circle and tickle my ass hole. That blew me away. God, it was heavenly."

I was looking at her smiling. When she finished, I said. "You surprised me, that's for sure. I figured out the light just seconds before it cleared the trees. I was fairly sure you would take off running back over here under the bridge. When you started to wave I thought, all right, you're letting your little streak of exhibitionism louse." I paused to sip my beer. "When you laid down and spread your legs, you again surprised me. When you started to rub yourself, it blew me away. You're normally to shy to do that even in front of me. Maybe a little when I’m occupied behind you, doggie style, or licking your taste treat. But not just by yourself when I’m watching."

I took another long pull on my beer, finishing it. "As for thinking bad of you, no way. As I said, surprised. Defiantly yes. Stimulated and turned on, damn, straight. Me seeing you laying out there in all your glory, doing what you were doing, was a big turn on. The thought that maybe someone else was watching was also turning me on. That it was doing the same for you, is not a revelation to me. I know you are a closet exhibitionist. You get a thrill out of it and it doesn't hurt anyone or anything."

Jerri looked at me for a long time not saying anything, just sipping on her beer. I lit a pair of cigarettes and hand her one. "It really turns you on when I play with myself or flash someone?" She asked, shyly.

I nodded and grinned at her. "I didn't realize that. I wished I would have known it long ago. It turns me on, really hard, down deep inside. The act excites me and the other persons reaction excites me more."

I could see her thinking. After a while she sat up and flipped the dead cigarette away into the dark, chuckling to herself. I asked what was so funny? She replied. "If I’d known this, I would have done it more around you and not just by myself. I thought there was something wrong with me and you would be mad."

I moved over next to her and took her in my arms. I softly kissed her lips and face. Still holding her I said. "There’s nothing wrong with you, I love you, so very, very much. There's no way I could be mad at you." I paused to think about what she had said. "Just where all have you been flashing people and how much?" I asked, with a laugh, as it sank in, just what she had said.

She hugged me tight and hid her head against my chest. "Well." She paused. "Well." She paused again. "Would you believe, anytime I’m out of town and every chance I get?"

I chuckled. "You brazen little hussy, you. Give me an example."

"You’re really not mad?" She asked with disbelief in her voice. I shook my head and she continued. "Well, like the other day when I went to Austin to shop for this bikini. I wore a short skirt and a peasant blouse; I had on my bra and panties when I left the house. There's that rest area about ten miles out of town. I pulled over there, just off the edge of the road. I hiked up my skirt and removed my panties, putting them in the console. But I waited until there was a lone semi truck headed toward me before I lowered my blouse and removed my bra. I didn't even attempt to pull it up until he was well by. I loved it when he blew that air horn long and loud." She finished with a giggle.

I prompted her to go on.

She sat back from me and ran her hands over her breasts and nipples. Pinching first one nipple, then the other between her thumb and forefinger. "That horn made my breasts tingle and my nipples were so hard they hurt. I slipped my arms back into the sleeves of the blouse and pulled it just barely up over my nipples. I put my left foot up on the dash and slid down in the seat slightly. That, with the way I arranged my skirt brought my damp pussy into full view of anyone in a taller car than mine."

She paused a moment looking at me. I was watching her left hand caressing her right breast and her right hand rubbing across the tops of her thighs and belly. "Why don't you lean back in that seat and get more comfortable." I suggested. She smiled then grinned back at me as she did so.

"I pulled out onto the highway and set the cruise control for about five miles and hour under the speed limit. That's a divided highway with a wide center section. I didn't worry about the traffic over there but I kept a close eye on the trucks and large cars coming up behind me. If I didn't like the looks of it or there were old people or kids I just dropped my foot to the floor and I was covered. If there was a guy or sometimes even if there was a girl in the passenger seat, I just continued to drive, hoping they would look down. Of course, I couldn't see while they were beside me but once they were past, I could tell if they were looking. They would still be turned trying to see more. Sometimes they would slow down and match speed with me for a while. If they did I would drop my left hand down and finger myself as long as they were beside me."

"Most of the time other traffic would move them along before I came, but not always. According to how horny I was. If they came back after traffic had moved them along or I had cum, I would just drop my foot and cover up and continue to drive. They usually went on about their business after a few minutes of no show."

"If I had a nice orgasm, I’d usually just drive on all prime and proper after they left. If not, I’d get back in position and wait on the next truck or car with a passenger I liked. The other day it was a late model pickup, a guy was driving with a girl on the passenger side. She was probable my age. They were moving up behind me fairly fast and pulled over to go around. As they got along side and started to move by I saw her staring out the window. The truck slowed and matched speed, I dropped my hand in my lap and spread my legs as wide as I could. There wasn't much traffic so I reached a quick orgasm and kept on masturbating. The thought that it was a girl watching was even more stimulating. Shortly I reached a second orgasm."

She paused as she came on her fingers. Her eyes had been shut as she remembered the events. Her eyes opened, fluttered a few times and settled on my face. Then her eyes snapped down to my hand moving slowly up and down over my lap. She licked her lips and said. "Don’t waste that. I still have plans for it." She grinned up at me and winked.

"Damn, all of a sudden I feel so free and uninhibited. We should have found this out a long time ago. But let me finish what I was telling you."

She paused, then went on. "After the second cum I put my foot on the floor and pulled my dress down. The truck stayed where it was for a few moments then pulled ahead and over in front of me. The girl turned around in the seat and started to lick and suck her fingers. Then she turned back around and leaned forward on the dash. She climbed up on the seat and raised her bare rear end into view. I could see her wet pussy as one of her hands reached up to finger it. She did this until another car got to close. She sat back down and looked back at me again. She raised one hand and stuffed a finger into her mouth to suck on. Then she turned and stuck two fingers into the guy driving mouth. He raised his hand and waved at me. Knowing he could see me in the rear view mirror I reached up and uncover my breasts and tweaked my nipples. He waved again as they drove off. I covered up and drove on into Austin."

All the time Jerri was talking she never took her eyes off my hand and the hard shaft it was slowly stroking. Now she leaned over and licked the clear drop of fluid off the tip and swirled her tongue around the swollen head once. I was forced to let a low moan escape my lips as she ran her warm, wet, slick tongue around and over all of the dick sticking above my fist. With a quick kiss to the very end of the head she sat back up, grinning.

"You like that, do you? Well, if you're a good boy you might get some more." She looked up at the moon and over toward the main bridge. I glanced over that way myself. "It must be pretty late, the moons high and there's no traffic on the bridge. I wonder if there's anyone at the launch ramp at this hour?"

I looked around to find her again staring at my manhood. She looked up at me and smiled a big smile. "How about if we go ahead and finish the float to the launch ramp naked. I'll even take good care of that on the way. If there's any indication that there's anyone there, we'll just get off in the water and climb into our suits. What do you say?"

"Sounds great to me except for one thing. Once we get close enough to the ramp to see if anyone is there, it's to deep to touch bottom and stop long enough to get dressed. Unless we float past and stop at the sand bar below. It'll be a hard paddle back, though."

"Well, I’m game if you are." She said.

We checked the rubber boat and made sure everything was ready. I even got her tee shirt out of the cooler and tied it around the handle of the big cooler. She arranged our suits so they would be easy to find and get into.

She had me hold her float while she got on. She wanted to lay on her stomach with her feet at the chair end. I held onto her float while I launched the boat and settled in my chair. As soon as we were adrift, Jerri maneuvered her float to the end of mine and had me place one leg off each side. She pressed the end of mine down under hers. Grabbing a hold on my thighs she worked her float until her head was above my mid thigh. Then she wiggled forward until her head was above my lap.

"Just right." She said as her left hand grasp my semi ridged member. Her right hand slipped forward to cup and squeeze my balls gently.

She started to lick my shaft from her hand to the tip of the head as though it was an ice cream cone. I could feel myself growing and hardening in her soft hand. Only when I was completely hard did she slip the head into her warm mouth. Her tongue was working over and around the sensitive head as her lips worked and worried at the shaft. Her fingers were alternately tickling and rolling my balls.

Slowly she began to bob her head up and down, taking a little bit more of me into her mouth on each movement. Both her hands were slowly working counterpoint to her mouth. I knew I wouldn't last long, it just felt too good. By the time the head of my manhood touched the back of her throat I was well past the point of no return. She had well over two thirds of me in her warm, wet, sweetly sucking mouth. I could feel my stomach tense and my balls drawing up.

So could she, so she sucked harder and faster. Taking even more of me in as her head bobbed down. I could feel my cum starting to move deep in my shaft and shoot upward. All I could do was moan a long drawn out. "Oh."

Jerri never quite moving and sucking as I came and came again. Only when the flow was over did she let up. And then she continued to suck greedily at the very head, running her tongue around and around the wide flange. That's by far the best part of a blowjob, when the lady swallows and continues to work on the head. It draws the pleasure out for a far longer time and makes it more intense.

As I finally quite jerking and twitching Jerri released me from her lips but slowly, almost reluctantly. I lay there completely drained until I heard Jerri giggle, then laugh. My eyes snapped open to stare at a light on a pole. I quickly looked around. We were beached just off to one side of the launch ramp. Actually below it. The breakwater above had curved us around and into the backwater below.

Luckily there was no one around. How long had Jerri been sucking me? It's a pretty fair distance from the railroad bridge, under the main street bridge, to here. Jerri was paddling us toward the ramp. I helped. The light above wasn't very bright but anyone driving or walking down the ramp could not miss seeing us. Also we were in plan view from the main bridge above us.

When we hit the ramp we both jumped off the floats and pulled them out of the water. I grabbed the rope and dragged the boat along behind us as we hurriedly walked under the large tree growing in the middle of the ramp. At least we were out of sight from the bridge. We were both giggling and grinning as we put on out bathing suit bottoms. Jerri grabbed her tee shirt and slipped it over her head. Once she had it on I grabbed her and picked her up in my arms, spinning us around and around. We were both laughing.

As I started to get dizzy I stopped and swing her back to the ground. I didn't let go of her but hugged her to me tightly. When I relaxed my grip she leaned back so I could kiss her. And kiss her I did.

When the kiss ended I continued to hold her gently. "Earlier you said I tasted like you, well, now you taste like me."

Jerri's voice reverberated against my chest. "Well, I should. From the way you were cumming, I thought you were pumping gas. By the gallon. All I can say is. Yummy, yummy, good for the tummy." She finished with a laugh.

"Well, it's your fault. I've never had such an uninhibited blowjob in my life. You were putting your heart and soul into it. Not to mention your mouth and hands. Wow! Is all I can say, and it doesn't even come close. The only other thing I can say is I love you. I love you so very much."

We stood hugging each other for a long time. Only lights in the parking lot above separated us. Whoever it was didn't drive down onto the ramp but left. I got Jerri’s keys and went for her truck. We loaded the floats and boat popping the plugs so they would deflate and tying them down so they wouldn't blow out.

As we drove upward to the parking lot above Jerri giggled and told me to stop. As I reached level ground I did. She scooted forward on the seat and removed her bikini bottom. Sliding over next to me, she placed her right leg up on the dash. She slid the hem of the tee shirt up until her bare pussy was in view. She reached down between my legs and rubbed at my soft manhood threw my brief suit.

"Now I’m ready. Let's ride around a little before we head home."

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