Thursday morning date

We walk into the bedroom for our Thursday morning date. Why the bedroom? We never quite know when somebody’s going to show up to work on our ongoing remodel.

River closes the door. “These dates always seem weird,” I say. “And businesslike,” adds River. The dark triangle of bush appears beneath her soft off-white shirt. The weird and businesslike suddenly evaporate for me in her subtle heat. Will she leave it on? She does.

“Is it the right height if I do this?” She bends over with her hands on a chair. When has it not been the right height. But I’m not yet hard enough to stick it in from the rear. I sit on the floor behind her. Her pussy unfolds dark and pink between her strong legs, under the pale globes of her ass cheeks, under her soft white shirt. My tongue probes the slit of her labia. There’s her tangy taste. Helping me get harder. My tongue reaches forward for her clit. It’s a long stretch. Even for me. I can’t sustain the tongue-lashing she deserves. My tongue backs up to her pussy, then I stand and push my hard cock into her. And we fuck.

Easy at first. I look down, between her cheeks, watching my cock pull out until the head appears beneath her delicate asshole, then plunge back in, through the improbable spot, every surface and texture of her cunt joining in a riot of juicy sensation, tingling into me, spreading.

My hands on the front of her legs pull her against me. My legs against hers. Harder. Deeper. She stands on her toes. Lifts her ass higher. Fuck me, it says. My hips thrusting me into her. Her ass melting softly against my skin. Her intensifying moans increasing my own intensity.

Already my knees are weak.

She’s face down on the bed. My hands part her legs. She spreads them for me. Her pussy gapes and glistens between them. Raunchy. I lower my cock until it finds her pink and pump in under her ass. Pull out. Pump in. Fuck her.

I move my leg outside hers. Her ass tilts into inviting. I grind into her, my whole body behind my thrusts, her pussy absorbing my cock, letting go, taking it again. I like to watch. My shaft disappears into her, between her fleshy lips, re-emerging slick with her juices. It’s too much. I have to hold off. A classic hold-off with my cock twitching just inside her, wanting to finish what we’ve started. Patience.

River rolls on top. And fucks me. Her bush swallows my cock repeatedly. She pulls her shirt over her head as she fucks me. Unhooks her bra and frees her tits. I luxuriate in the ecstasy of single point. The crush of her hands on my chest. She rotates to 135. I can’t keep my hand off her ass. Why would I want to. Into reverse cowgirl. (She remembered!) All the way around to face me again. “I have visions of your penis twisting inside me.” Not to worry.

She falls back and pulls me over on top. Time to finish. It takes some long hard fucking in my present situation. Especially since I got dangerously close to the edge earlier. But River doesn’t seem to mind. I think she actually likes my little medication-induced problem. As long as at least one of us orgasms.

I’m grabbing anything I can for extra leverage as I pound her. Her shoulders. Her head. The edge of the bed. It’s working. As long as I don’t wear her out. But she seems indestructible. Good thing because she’s taking a beating.

And finally I come. These problematic orgasms are different. They don’t have the wind-up I’m used to. No water rushing hissing off the beach into the ephemeral calm of ocean before the crash of the next breaker. Not so much like the oft-analogized sneeze. It’s more of a steady build that just goes right on through to orgasm at some point with no clear beginning. I don’t even notice the series of contractions that send my jizz spurting. Just the warm pressure within my body that explodes into paroxysms of agonizing euphoria.

It might just be a matter of technique. I get much the same effect when I pound my way through an orgasm. I prefer the wind-up and clearly delineated spurts. Feeling my jizz spill into River and flow around me.

It’s a long afterfuck. I’m hugging River’s legs up to my chest and we’re both still fucking away as we cool down. It’s like she doesn’t want to stop. Like I never want to stop.

“How come you never want me to wear anything to bed?” “I never think of it.” Ask a silly question. “You looked really good in your shirt. And you took it off at just the right time. You’re good at that.” “I was inspired.”

Pure energy

River comes home from a run. Delightfully hot and sweaty. “My old distance feels like a warmup now.” “A warmup, huh?” “I might be able to squeeze in something, and some food, before my appointment.” I start shedding my clothes in the living room. “Upstairs.” I follow her up the stairs, my cock starting to harden in the afternoon air. I hoik her black leggings down over the yellow panties blossoming on her ass. The panties and leggings come off in the bedroom. She slips her sports bra down. “So that’s how you do it.”

She lays her hot sweaty body in classic position on the bed. I take my place between her legs. “I guess I’m wrong. This morning wasn’t the last erection I’ll ever get.” You never know. One of them has to be. “I’ll try to get it nice and hard for you.” “Good.” That should be easy. Afternoon seems like a good time. It’s getting to be a habit. A good habit.

“I want a nice hard one. Nice and decisive.” “All the way in with one push?” “Uh huh.” My thumb circles her clit. Dips into her nicely wet pussy. My cock stands on its own. I aim straight for her vagina. It’s halfway in with one push. But I’m still pushing. River gasps. And it’s all the way in with one long push.

Her sweaty body has cooled in the breeze from the balcony door. I drape myself on her, my warm dry skin against her cool moistness. “You’re clammy.” We’re both smiling, watching her get fucked hard. She doesn’t even have to use the wall. I use her head to smack our bodies together in an energetic fuck. Press her breasts with my hands. Hold her ass off the bed. Put my hands down beside her waist. Lift her legs up in front of me. All the while fucking furiously. And she is wearing me out. I wish I could take up running with her. But I can’t.

“We can hello kitty and you can let me do the work.” She rolls over and sits back on my cock. She can do a lot of work in this position but watching her hair flow onto her back, watching her ass as she works her pussy up and down my cock, listening to her sounds, imagining her face, everthing makes we want to fuck back, and I do, pulling out and slamming back up in time with her bounces.

We take a break for some low doggy. This has been a rather strenuous fuck. A good afternoon fuck.

I pull out and and press the head of my cock against her asshole. “I’m still thinking of this.” “You could probably get away with it.” But I’m having too much fun fucking her pussy. “Today it’s the thought that counts.”

She sits back up, her warm hands on my legs, pushing with her arms to lift herself and fall down onto my cock. Her pace is a sprint to the finish. I reach for her tits, feel her nipples, feel my orgasm. Hope we can keep this up. We can. We do. She knows I’m close. It’s almost too soon when she settles down onto me to grind out my orgasm, but I’m coming, and she’s grinding, and I’m breathing hard and exhausted. She grabs our handy pulsox monitor and puts it on my finger. 129. “I gave you a workout.” “You totally out-fucked me.”

“I bet you weren’t expecting a marathon.”

Thursday morning was quite a marathon. It’s been a while since we've done one of those. We figured we’d be doing something after River took the kids to school. And we did.

I’ve got a whole pile of Cialis. I don’t use it very often. But with this dice thing we know ahead of time when we’re going to be fucking so it’s easier to schedule the recreational drugs. Even though Cialis is pretty easy to deal with. They say it works for 36 hours. They are wrong. It works for at least 56 hours. And they say don’t expect more than one session out of it. But we’ve used it for up to three. Even though the stuff I have has been expired for a while because like I said I don’t use it very often. I can usually run on sheer River hotness. But not always.

I’m just going to hit the high points here. Imagine this is all accompanied by River moaning “yes” and “nice” the whole time and you’ll have a pretty good idea of how things went.

Round and round. Both directions. Side to side. Front to back.
We’re both playful.
“What do you need for warmup?” “A scratch.”
“Does that hurt you?” “No. Bad design with the juice so far in.”
Spoons.
Legs over.
Jackhammer. A real one outside. River prefers woodpecker.
“I could do this all day.”
T-bone. I can still watch.
River gets on top. Hair in my face. My wild amazon. Breasts. Cunt.
Single point. More single point.
“Reverse cowgirl?” She has to think about it. It must have something to do with her bladder. “Do you need to pee?”
Pee break. She peed before we started. Has it been that long?
My cock juts and waits with patient anticipation.
“You can hello kitty onto that.”
Reach in front for her tits for the full hello kitty experience.
“Pulling your nipples makes me want to come.”
“Now you’re primarily responsible for the thrusting.”
Low doggy.
Hold off twice.
“How much time we got?” “I don’t even know what time it is. Does it matter?”
“I’ve been thinking of this.” My cock against her asshole. “My guts hurt too much.”
Stretches out on her front. It’s especially nice today.
“Nice.” “Yes.”
River wears me out.
Face to face. Foot on the floor. Back on the bed.
Half jackknife. River can watch.
I need a break.
River arches on and fucks me.
Interesting terrain of her g-spot.
Been trying to come.
“It’s working.”
Come and push her back and squeeze and squeeze.
She’s not ready to end?
River's squeeze reflex.

“That was a good Thursday morning fuck. I bet you weren’t expecting a marathon.” “Is your face tingling?”

A creative crab in the hall

We were supposed to maybe have a reprise of the treehouse this morning, but River pre-empted it with something else. Fortunately I approve of what she’s doing. No backlash. Now we’re trying to figure out when we can squeeze something in today. We’ve got a free half hour in the afternoon. Should be enough.

“I’m thinking the library room floor.” We walk by it. And keep walking. I guess she changed her mind. It is a bit exposed, but only if somebody walks up on the porch and looks through the window. But who would do that? If you can’t fuck on the floor of your own home then where can you do it.

So we head upstairs. I’m fine with that. We stand and kiss. “Maybe the hall?” It’s rather picturesque, with a Chinese runner on the hardwood floor next to a nice wood railing. And it’s one of the few places in our house where we haven’t done it. River raises her arms and I pull her shirt over her head. Unhook her bra and free my favorite small boobs. Slide her pants and panties off. Stand back to admire her sporty body, and the way her bush has filled back in after our wax jobs this summer.

I’m stripped to my boxer briefs. We move into the hall. Hug. Kiss. She rubs against me. I’m stiffening. “When I say I’m getting a reaction, that’s that I’m talking about.” “I like the texture of the cotton, but that needs to be let loose.” She drops my briefs. Stands and slips my cock between her legs, against her crinkly snatch hairs, rubbing back and forth while we stand. Hugging. Kissing. My reflex is to close my eyes, feel her body against mine, my hands on her back, on her ass, fingers sliding between her cheeks. But I force them open, look into her blue eyes in her sweet face, until they close again as I lose myself in her nearness.

“You’re being creative today.” With the standing tease. “Are you going to put your leg up here?” On the railing. “I don’t trust my balance.” She sinks to the floor. I sink with her. We sit facing each other. “There it is.” “There this is?” I finger her pussy while I stroke my cock. “You’re really wet.” “Yes.” She leans back, her hands on the rug behind her, her feet flanking me on the floor, her body suspended. She directs her pussy to my cock. Slips it on. And we fuck.

“We could call this the crab. Not the best name I suppose.” Indeed. I like it anyway. I like the daylight view of her labia licking my cock as they slide off and back on. She goes through a variety of angles, high, low, straight. Asks which is best. The angle that hits her g-spot. But it’s poking her bladder. And she’s wearing herself out.

Me on top. The floor is somewhat hard on my knees. I cross my legs so I can rest on one knee at a time. Hands on her head. Watching my cock stroke into her. And out. And in. She puts one foot up on the railing. One on the opposite wall. But she can’t fuck back quite as effectively on the hard floor.

“Low doggy?” She rotates under me, keeping us connected. Probably the smoothest we’ve ever done it. “She’s talented.” “It takes two.” My fingers move lightly across her skin, hips, ass. I barely notice where we are. I’m up, she’s still low. She could be studying in this position, with a book on the floor in front of her.

My orgasm will happen. These days I tend to just let them happen with they happen. And it happens. She moves on my super-sensitive cock and I gasp. “That’s a good thing.” She fucks me slowly, the ring at the entrance of her cunt tugging at my sensitive head as she almost pulls off me each time then eases back on.

“You were really creative today.” “I was wondering if we were ever going to make up something new.”

Low doggy day afternoon

We’re on for this evening but we move it up to afternoon. We come home after a walk. “I’m trying to lure you.” I peel and get in bed. A soft breeze blows through the window. River joins me. I undo her bra. Pull it out the sleeve of her gray shirt while admiring her details. Slip her pants and panties off. Try to get hard while she’s off going pee. I’d like to be ready for her when she gets back. But it doesn’t happen. Even with the scenty musk of her vulva on my hand to keep me company.

“Well Mr Man, do you have a plan?” “Stick something of mine into something of yours.” River sits and bends forward for low doggy. Inspiring. I’ve been thinking of anal lately. This is the perfect setup. But I’m still not hard. My fingers probe her soft folds. Into her wetness. “Warm today.” I catch the lighter scent of her juices on my fingers. And it might be hard enough. We try. But it’s not going. “I’ll help.” She spreads her wings wide. I prop my cock up from underneath and squeeze and push. “There’s the juice.”

My cock stiffens nicely as we settle into our rhythm. The view is always breathtaking. River’s ass unfolding from the hem of her gray shirt, flaring smoothly from what looks like an impossibly narrow waist. A waist I grab for counterpoint to my thrusts.

My response feels more normal than it has in weeks. Almost like my old self. I keep myself on the edge, my orgasm hoping to surface as I alternately let it build and hold it off. I sigh, River moans. We’re not in a hurry.

We rarely do just one position. But low doggy is a good one. Good for starting. Good for finishing. I lean foward, lean back, hands on her, hands behind my back, but it’s really all low doggy this afternoon. We’ll finish like we started. And I’m glad my response is back. After being on the edge so long it’s incredible when my orgasm finally breaks through and takes over and I come, a screaming orgasm with no screams.

River squeezes as my cock softens inside her. She always wins. Eventually. I squish out of her and we grab our customary t-shirt from off the floor. It’s a nice treat when I have to change my shirt in the middle of the day.

“What was that? Your cherry?”

It’s afternoon.  “I was getting a reaction thinking about you this morning.”  Getting out of bed with my mostly erect cock and flexing it in her direction.  We kiss.  “I’m getting a reaction, too.  I have time.”  “For a quickie?”  A spontaneous, unscheduled quickie.  “It would be silly.”  “We like silly.”  “Yes we do.”  She suggests we go sit somewhere friendly.  The sunny balcony.  I drink tea.  She eats a salad for lunch.

Inside.  The bedroom door is uncharacteristically closed; there’s someone working downstairs.  I pull off River’s shirt and running bra.  It’s a tight fit.  “If these things were any bigger I’d never get this off.”  “Maybe I’ve got a new thing for bondage.”  There are the straps on the floor, hoping night after night to be used.  But this is supposed to be a quickie.  “I’ve got a thing for this.”  I feel her tit, the soft nipple filling the space between my fingers.  I reach around her back for the other one.  “And for this.”  “Yes you do.”

Her black leggings come off.  Her socks stay on.  She’s so cute when she’s stripped to her socks.  We got some stripy thigh socks she’s supposed to wear to bed, and wrap her fuzzy legs around me as my cock slips into the gap between them, but I don’t think she ever has.

My blue shirt and black jeans come off.  My boxer briefs stay on.  For texture.

She sits on the edge of the bed and lies back.  Her pussy perches before me.  Lustily.  I want to taste it.  Run my tongue through the folds.  But this is supposed to be a quickie.  I rub my cock against her through the boxer briefs, the texture gritty against her clit.  I harden.  How to get the boxer briefs off?  It’s not as elegant as me whipping River’s panties up her legs and over my head.  But we get them.  She spreads into her vee.  My cock finds her pussy.  I push.  And push.  There’s an audible pop as my cock finally bursts through.  “What was that?  Your cherry?”  “Yeah.  About time!”

I don’t have much room to work with.  My knees are at the edge of the bed.  But I kind of like it.  Having to figure out what to do when I need to shift my weight to keep going.

I pound hard.  Driving the expressions that race across her face.  Inspiring expresions.  Sometimes I can’t believe she likes this.  I sure like it.  A nice spontaneous fuck with my sweetie.

My orgasm drains me.  Every drop of come squeezed from my body to hers.  I feel better now that I’m coming somewhat more normally.  But what about her?  “When’s the last time you had one?”  “Not too long ago.”  It’s always too long ago.

In the pines

Intro

To me, some of the most interesting bits are not the fucking itself, but the lead-up. This one takes a while. But it's worth waiting for.

Morning

On Monday we agree to postpone until Tuesday. Tuesday morning is warm and sunny. We snuggle in the double sleeping bag. River’s legs over mine. It’s a nice position. We could just slip her panties off and slip it in and fuck. But her legs are restless and she gets up. Sits at the picnic table with her coffee. I sit behind her and grab on. “I’d do it with you on a picnic table.” “Physically, that would be nice. There’s a very sexy breeze. But psychologically it wouldn’t be good.” “Have you tried it?” “No.” “Then let’s try it. There haven't been any signs of life in the campground yet.” At least she's talking about it. But I think I know when it’s too much pressure. I walk down to look around the bend in the road. Maybe nobody is camped there. But somebody is. Oh well.

When I get back, River goes for a walk. Is she scoping out the campground? She is. “There’s a fairly secluded spot down there.” Not secluded enough though, I guess. And she got a fresh mosquito bite for her trouble. We go for a walk around the campground together. The wrong parts of the campground. I really don’t get the RV-ers with the satellite dishes. “I’m thinking of waking up the kids.” “That’s the kind of thing you think about it.” I don’t mean that in a bad way. I walk some more and find a nice spot on the grass with a burbling creek nearby. But when I get back River has the kids up. “I didn’t know where you went. I would have gone with you if I’d known. The kids were still sound asleep. Maybe a walk this evening.” “That makes me happy. Like I say, there’s hope for you yet.” It is a sexy breeze.

“I’m going to be suggestive all day.” “I don’t mind.”

My new modus operandi: pre-scope campgrounds.

Afternoon

We stop at a hot springs while we’re on the road. Something fun for the kids. And girls in swimsuits. “If there were a contest for the hottest ass at the hot springs, you’d win first prize.” Smooth and well-balanced. How a non-materialistic guy like me ended up with a sweetie like that I don’t know.

Evening

Our next campground is nearly deserted. There is nobody at all in our loop. Or the nearby loops. I’ve never seen such an empty campground. Just a few RVs, far away and through the trees. It must be a sign. The weather is nice. I go for a walk to pre-scope and decide that just about anywhere is a possibility. But the best bet is the cluster of sites for cyclists. It's nearby. And deserted. “I’d go for a walk with you this evening.” “Let’s wait until the kids are asleep.” “Sure.” We wait. Thunder rolls in. Wind blows through the trees. Rain flecks against the tent. I don’t think anything is going to happen tonight. Even though rain can be sexy. Should I cave to desire and do it in the tent? No. I think tomorrow morning will work out. I hope. I slip her panties off. There’s just something about sleeping with a naked sweetie.

I hope this delayed gratification is going to pan out. There have been quite a few delays.

In the pines

Someone pulled in and pitched a tent around midnight. No worries. We're awake in the morning. “How long are you going to stay in bed?” “At least ten minutes.” I can wait. She gets up. “Are you going to make coffee?” “Yes.” I can wait. She boils water. Some for my tea. Some for her coffee. But not enough. She heads off to get more. Can I wait? I’m not sure. I try to say it gently. “Our window of opportunity may be closing.” “I didn’t know that going for a walk was 'the plan'. I was waiting for you to make a move in the tent.” “It’s been the plan since last night.” “I would have gone for a walk before making coffee.” “I’ve been trying not to be too pressury.” “I appreciate that.” I drink my tea. She drinks her coffee. We check on the kids and go for a walk. Finally. Up the stairs to the bike-in sites. Find a place unlikely to be observed by drive-bys. It’s quiet. Now what? I drop my shorts. There’s my cock, hanging out into space. I hug River from behind. Rub my bare cock against her. She drops her pants. There’s her prize-winning ass. This is when my cock should be straining skyward. But it isn’t. I massage my cock. Reach under her ass for her pussy. There it is. Wet. We kiss, my fingers still on her pussy. Maybe it’s hard enough. River bends over. It won’t squeeze in. Not even with her help.

I kneel on the ground. Sometimes it’s easier to get hard in this position. River squats in front of me. That spreads her lips. I push a finger in. The moist heat of her cunt is intense in the cool morning air. Hello kitty? That would be a nice one to do out here. I’d like to come across somebody doing that in the woods. But it’s too awkward.

Feeling her hot tight pussy has gotten me hard enough. I hope. This time it squeezes in from behind with her help. And we fuck. Looking around at all the open space. The trees. The sky. Outdoors. The way nature intended. Maybe some more wildlife will wander by. Morning is a good time.

I’m enjoying my cock sliding in and out under her ass in the fresh air. I take my hands off her and just let our parts connect, mine and hers, my hips moving in the rhythm of fuck. And it feels too good. It’s been a while. “I could pop off at any time.” “That might be a good idea.” “I’m not ready yet.” I’m so close to the edge I can’t give her a good hard bang without shooting my load. I grab her waist again, look down, watch my cock slide out until I can see the head poised between her lips, watch it disappear as I push back into her.

We have our usual problem in this standing-from-behind position of her pushing back against me and me scooting back to keep my balance. Maybe I should pull on her more for balance. Maybe I should just let us fall over. We take a few steps forward together until she can brace against the nearest tree again.

“How you doing?” “This is a good spot.” The view could be better, but it’s a nice combination of open and secluded. I hold off a few times. When it’s time I groan and feel my orgasm pump into her. I feel wild out here. Pull out and squeeze my remaining jizz into a drop at the tip of my cock and shake it off onto the ground.

We walk back to our campsite. “I’ll do anything mom asks for a while now.” River laughs. “I can do better. That was kind of utilitarian.” “Yes, it was. We had a much better warm up yesterday morning.” “But it was worth it.” I couldn't agree more.

Fuck and shop online

“Is that a ‘look’ look?” “It might have been.” I need some help. “What should I do when I get a ‘look’ look?” “We should make a plan.” For this afternoon.

River puts on panties, a skirt, and a shirt. The colors of stormy weather. She sits on my lap while she looks up travel books online. I rub my fingers on her back. Her firm butt. Around to the soft insides of her spread thighs. “I get the feeling that you don’t want to wait until this afternoon.” I haven't even had time to feel her pussy through her panties. “You can fuck and look up books at the same time.” “I could.” She’s worried about privacy. And not the online type. But we’d hear any kids coming up the stairs. And they’d have to come all the way into the room to get any idea of what might be going on.

I pull my cock out from under her ass. It’s a bit discouraging that I can’t always pop up a nice hard one when the situation calls for it. But I take my time, stroking up and down, pulling River’s skirt up, admiring the lines of the dark blue panties against the light skin of her ass, gradually getting harder. Slip a finger under the cottony crotch of her panties. Sort her lips out. Push into her wetness. Where my cock would like to follow.

I’m hard enough. She stands, her strong legs angling down to the floor, her ripe ass at the apex. Her lips dangle enticingly in the gap under her dark blue ass. I tuck her skirt into her panties to keep it out of the way. Try to line my cock up for her descent but her panties keep pulling back into place. It takes some teamwork but we get it. After a few thrusts she’s nicely lubricated. And we fuck, while she keeps looking for travel books.

I can’t do much with my butt on the chair. “I can do the work.” I watch as her stormy ass rides my cock, settling onto it, lifting back up, sliding wetly down my shaft. All I can do is roll the chair forwards every now and then as it drifts back. River declines my suggestion to put her feet up on the desk. She’s talking about the books she’s looking at, but the only thing I hear is “I’m going to buy all these books.” Is she serious? Or is she delirious? Like me.

“I don’t think we’re going to finish like this.” She lifts her ass and I fall out, then run my fingers up and down my cock, slick with her juices. We stand and have a nice hug, her hands on my back, me gripping her ass and pulling her towards me, my cock falling against her skirt. “Now I get the impression that you don’t want to wait until afternoon.” “I could go either way.” If we wait we can probably take longer and have a nice screw. But this is the year of sieze the moment. I push River toward the bed. She strips off her shirt and skirt. Her panties stay on. Like we were talking about this morning. That’s hot.

She gets in position for hello kitty. Slips her panties to mid-thigh. My cock springs back up but it won’t go in. How did she get so dry when just a few minutes ago we were having a nice juicy fuck? “Do we need lube?” “I don’t think so.” In a few pumps she juices back up and we’re fucking again. “Your waist looks impossibly narrow from back here.” I bang against her as we fuck, and she moans like she always has when we do that. She looks between her legs, sees my balls, fuzzy and aching to fill her with come. Her feet reach for them. “I’m trying to tickle your balls.” “You’re going to make me come.” Her pussy grinds around the head of my cock a few more times and I’m coming. River slides down as far as she can while my load spurts into her. And we afterfuck, until it's time to pull the plug.

“Once again I get to have a nice orgasm, and you get to drip all day.” “I might have one later.” “I’d like to be there for that.”

Downstairs we find a guy working on our remodel. He’s gotten a lot of work done today. Has he been there the whole time? We don’t know.

A stimulating little fuck

We didn’t leave too many horrible loose ends dangling last night. This morning we’ve got some sweet emotions going between us. I ask River whether she’ll read what I wrote about yesterday. She will. She does. She thanks me. And it shakes loose some issues from her side. Some of them I knew about. Some of them I didn’t. We’ll talk more later. But for now we want to connect like we didn’t have a chance to yesterday. We could go out to breakfast. Or River offers something I might want to do instead. The choice isn’t that hard. Breakfast. “Good choice. Take care of the emotional side first.” And the rest will follow.

We go to our favorite breakfast spot and have a nice long breakfast together. I’m a slow eater. Especially when I’m talking. We talk about art. And stuff.

Somewhere between breakfast and home we realize we’re going to do it. But we’ve only got a half hour. “In the car?” That’s a surprise. “I would have done it where we parked at the restaurant.” But neither of us really wants to do it where we've parked on our street.

The bedroom. “I’m going to leave my shirt on.” “And your socks.” “Of course.” “What should I wear?” She drops my pants and boxers. “That’s fine.” “Do you have one in you?” “Probably not in 30 minutes. But probably in the next few days.”

I have a hard time getting it up. It just won’t go. I can’t do it. River can’t do it. River blames it on my full stomach. Even when she’s there in front of me, partly dressed, ready to go in hello kitty, I’m not getting hard enough for the stick-in. “How are we ever going to do it on a bus when we can’t even do it in our own bed?” Finally we resort to the limp dick fuck, propping it up, pushing, trying to keep it from buckling, and suddenly we both feel it pop into her and we know everything’s going to be ok. My cock quickly stiffens in the sweet friction of her pussy. And we fuck.

I hold myself off her so she can watch the action, my trimmed cock driving into her immaculately coiffed pussy, my balls pulled in tight. I’m pulling all the way out, my cock hovering in thin air, then plunging deep into her. Then I just hammer away, fast hard, steady, banging, slapping, liking the involuntary sounds she’s making. I pause and smile. “You like this, don’t you?”

When it’s time to come it just feels right. I haven’t been holding off. I haven’t been trying to make it happen. It just comes at the right time. She feels it, grabs my ass, and pulls me in deep. “I didn’t know you could reach that far.”

“That was a nice quickie. A stimulating little fuck. It was hitting everything just right.” “You always seem to like it hard and fast. It never disappoints.” “I like slow, too.” “We should have a sweet fuck sometime.” “That was a sweet fuck.” “I thought it was kind of physical.” “Your head was in the physical space, mine was in the sweet space, and that’s just fine.”

And we're stronger.

Tryst in the woods

It’s not as warm today as yesterday. A bit chilly actually. Doing it outside in the cold doesn’t seem like River’s thing. But she’s into it. “It will be an adventure.” And the setting will be nice. I like it when she’s adventurous. Or as I like to think about it, an adventuress. I tell her I’m excited. Sex with River always excites me.

She brings a pile of blankets so we can have a warm nest. “Did you bring anything slippery? Or will we be using Reed’s oral lubrication service if we need it?” “I don’t think we’ll need it.” On the way out of town we pick up supplies for a gourmet picnic. Three kinds of goat and sheep cheese, a baguette to share, thin-sliced salami, whole-wheat wafers, figgy chocolate for dessert. Like old times when I’d pick her up after work with picnic makings. Only better.

The cabin is a short walk into the forest. We make our nest in the outside area, light candles even though it’s not yet noon, have our picnic in the fresh air, listen to birds and frogs and wind in branches, have a nice time together in the woods. Then we peel our pants off and warm each other up under the covers.

It’s nice feeling River through her cotton panties. My thumb and fingers loop around the crotch, feeling the edges of her bush. My first finger probes the cotton and finds the hard shaft of her clitoris. We should start like this more often. But I like sleeping naked with River far too much to do it in bed. Out here it’s natural as we peel our clothes off. But I doubt we’ll be peeling much today. Just the bare essentials.

She feels me through my boxer briefs. I get hard for her touch. It’s been five days, and we postponed last night for this. I offered to do her last night and today but she turned me down. Delayed gratification doesn’t usually seem to work out but today is an exception. The sensuousness of the woods, the company, and the impending fuck are worth not doing it last night.

She pulls the boxer briefs down, and there’s the nice touch of her hand on my shaft, grasping the base, sliding deftly and confidently up and down, not even doing the head, just leaving me to anticipate what she’ll do with that sensitive part when the time comes.

River isn’t usually much for warmup, and she seems even less interested today. Anxious to get to the good part. To feel my cock inside her. To be with me. The ambience, and the satisfaction of feeling my cock harden for her, are enough. She’s not even opening her legs to give my fingers better access. That’s a good sign. Along with her confidence about not needing lube. And getting this whole tryst set up. All I had to do was skip out on work for a few hours.

“Will you be comfortable enough starting on the bottom?” I’ll start on the bottom whether I’m comfortable on the wood floor or not. It’s always a treat when River starts on top. She pulls her panties off and rolls on top, rubs her slit on my cock. I feel the tip press against something soft and wet. She lets go, and I realize our fuck has begun. I must not be as hard as I should be or the penetration would have been more obvious. She fucks me, fondling my cock with her pussy. I’m plenty hard. She’s just unusually wet. Slipping my cock inside and sliding down it was unusually frictionless. I gasp when her pussy slides up my cock. “River’s legendary upstroke.”

We’ve both got sweaters on. Sweater sex. River thinks we could use some wool hats in the chill, too. I peek under the covers and we’ve both still got our socks on. Her sweater is nice and soft and snuggly. I’ve asked her to wear it to bed, but out here is better. She reaches up in back, unhooks her bra, slips the straps down her sleeves and somehow removes it, never missing a beat as she rides my cock. “She can fuck and remove her bra at the same time. I like it.” She lifts her sweater and shows me those nice compact tits, knowing how much I like that view, knowing how desirable she is and how horny she makes me. I reach for them, feeling their soft resistance, and her nipples harden for me.

She squats over me for single point. Just her cunt sliding up and down my fully erect cock. “You’ve been practicing. This is longer than you can usually do it.” “It’s the hard floor. No wasted energy balancing.” She’s not pulling out as far as she could and I want to whisper “full pullouts” to her but in the end I’m happier just enjoying being fucked by River, letting her run the show, just fucking back a bit and angling left and right and grabbing her tits while she fucks me. On impulse I throw the blankets off us so we can fuck with the cool breeze blowing against our parts. I like it. I feel free. But it’s too chilly for River and we hunker down under the covers again.

She puts her knees down on the floor for standard River-on-top, then rolls us over. I try to stop halfway through for a side-by-side fuck but the wood floor isn’t comfortable. We keep going until I’m on top. It’s my turn to do the fucking. One hand under her sweater on her tit. One hand on top feeling her nipple through the fuzz. She coughs a few times. I push in to feel the squeeze, and to keep from being squeezed out.

When I look down to watch the action, my sweater hangs in the way. This must be what it’s like to be so overweight you can’t see your own dick. Watching is half the fun. Even River likes to watch when we’re fucking. I try to move my sweater aside. “Now I can see your bush. But I want to see the whole thing.” I sit up and finally see my cock in her, moving in and out of the slipperiness between her fleshy lips.

I fuck her long and hard, her legs on my shoulders in jackknife, then missionary, doing River’s rhythm, a slow thrust with a firm push at the end. I look at her face and see her cute, happy smile. And I’m about to come. “I don’t want to come yet. And I don’t want to have to stop every 20 seconds. Don’t move.” We're motionless until the urge passes, then hold still longer, for good measure.

More jackknife, our new classic, until River asks me to put her legs down. Her hand goes to her button. I’m surprised. But happy that she’s going for an orgasm out here. I look forward to fucking her in it. I sit between her legs and probe her pussy with my cock, lift her leg and pull her against me with it, while she does the circles on her clit she needs to come. But she doesn’t get it this time. That’s sad. I always get to come.

We fuck some more. I take in our surroundings, the trees, the birds, the breeze, the fresh woodsy scent. It’s a nice place to fuck. “I could make a habit of this.” Skipping work to come down and fuck outside. In the woods. “Me too.”

Then she’s back on her button. This time I stay still so I won't distract her while she’s doing herself. She does better that way. I just watch her. Put my thumbs on her nipples. Feel her pussy gently tugging on my cock as she fans her fur. Sometimes that’s enough to make me come, but not today when I’ve already been holding off so long. She really wants this one. She’s working hard. Concentrating. Eyes closed. Taking a while. Good thing I’m not distracting her. I just reach for my cock and press it downwards in her cunt, towards her asshole.

“Here it comes.” I give her a few more seconds to rub her clit, then plunge all the way into her juice box and fuck her hard while she comes under me. A good one, by the sounds of it. “You can scream out here.” Out here in the woods. No one around to hear. Just us. She doesn’t scream, but she’s louder than usual, her body twisting as she comes and I fuck her in her orgasm. I’m thinking I can somehow make it through this one without holding off and join her in her second one, but listening to her come is triggering mine and I come with her, loudly, like old times, and she squeezes against me while five days of load gush into her snatch.

We have time. I fuck her for real in the afterfuck, hoping to stay hard and come again. But eventually I soften and we just lie together in our nest under the covers.

“I'm glad you wanted to have one out here. That was a nice surprise.” “I guess everything was pretty sexy.” “I was trying not to distract you too much at the end there. It seems like it’s easier for you when I’m not distracting.” “That was a good call.”

A good decision

River air dries after our shower. I admire her body and the person who's using it, stroke her bush, and learn more about her clitoris. I rub her back and neck where she asks me to. When I'm done I can't resist. Push her back on the bed, get on top, and we kiss like we mean it. I'm getting hard. River is having a hard time with decisions. I decide. Seize the moment. Don't miss a warmup like this, even though she's offered a muff dive opportunity tonight. I roll a condom onto my nicely hard cock, lube up, pull her to the edge of the bed, and we fuck, like we mean it, fast, long, repetitive, reaching for her shoulders to pull her against me. I hold off once, she feels my cock twitching at her entrance and wonders if that's it. But there's more. Back at it. She wants me to come this time and I do, easily and noisily, wondering how I look when I'm enjoying the release as much as I do. We both agree it was a good decision.

Strike while the iron is hot and finish what we started

River comes home about 4:30. She's got some chamomile oil which is supposed to be good for rubbing on a hurty tummy. We're not convinced, but we're eager to try it out. Any excuse to rub oil on River. Up to our room. She undresses. Leaves a sophisticated black bra on top. And fun polka-dot panties on bottom.

River lies on her back. Her bush peeks provocatively from the top of her panties. I squirt some oil out, warm it up by rubbing my hands together, and put my hands on her tummy. She flinches. Still too cold. I smooth the oil over her, side to side, dipping below her panty line, circling clockwise. I like it. She likes it. She's thinking maybe she has girl part pain, not gut pain. "Where's your uterus?" "It should be just above my pubic bone." My fingers track through her bush to her pubic bone, and I picture a pear inside her just above it. Some gentle rubs. This is the place we can see bulging out when we fuck.

"I sure liked that nice hard rod this morning." Oh did she? She figures this is ovulation day. Making her extra receptive. I end up sitting on top of her for some passionate kisses. More tongue than usual. She's feeling juicy. She wants to fuck. Are we going to finish now, or finish later? What we started this morning. I start taking off my clothes. She shuts the door. Bra off. Panties off. I get everything off but my socks. "They're cute." "Not as cute as you wearing socks." She rubs my cock on her pussy and clit. I help, squeezing against her. But it's not nearly the hard rod of this morning. "You can do yourself." I watch her rub herself, seeing her lips get pushed around as she circles her clit above her pussy opening. I put my left thumb on her opening. My right hand works on my cock. I push my thumb into her pussy. It always feels nice. Friendlier than a finger. There's the fleshy ridge on the back that I've gotten to know so well. And she wasn't kidding about being wet. It's wall to wall juice in there. As wet as I've ever felt her. "You're making sounds." Nice squishy sounds with all that wetness. "I kind of like them. If you don't mind." She doesn't. It's no problem getting hard with my thumb in such a wet pussy. "I'm ready to fuck."

A bohemian artist

"I'll be in and out for a while." That's what I tell the people at work while we have an afternoon tryst. "Doesn't this seem strange?" "Yes, but that's no reason not to enjoy it." "I feel like I'm having an affair." "Cool." "Have I come to your house, or have you come to my house?" "You've come to your bohemian artist's studio. Your lover's studio." "How many other people visit you?" "I don't kiss and tell." I hope it's not sloppy.

We take our clothes off. She kneels on the bed, I sit, my face against her chest, her nipple exciting me, my hand on her smooth butt. I kneel with her. We kiss. I stroke my cock to get ready for her. Look down her body to her bush, her womanhood, waiting willingly for me to violate it. We feel each other. She falls onto the bed and spreads for me. "River doesn't like it so much when I lick her. I bet you would." "Yes." "Would you like me to?" "We don't have enough time for that and a nice fuck." Good point.

Walk, fuck, go out to lunch

We start a nice talk in the shower, take Brook to school, walk down to the water. A nice emotional warmup for River. I have a plan. Go home, fuck, go out to lunch. I say the bed is ok but River wants the futon. We won't be visible from the front porch. Not too visible anyway. River wants me naked. I comply.