Changing plans

Parts of this story take place over several days. On the first day, River and I are on one of our usual walks, having our usual kiss in a sunny spot, having our usual pleasant reactions. “We should really find some place nearby for when this happens.” But a quick look around doesn't find anything.

The next day we’re in bed. Having a pre-sleep kissy session. “This is when you’re supposed to be getting a reaction.” It’s obvious when I get one, but not at all apparent when River does. She says it’s implied, but I’m not sure I buy it. She generally mentions her reactions in sunny spots and other places where we can't take advantage of them, but rarely says anything about getting one in bed. An idea hits me. “We can park the car on our walking route, and use it when we need to.” Not much response, but in a good way. Like she might actually go along with it.

Today we’ve again deferred our scheduled morning sex. We’d like to go for a walk today. We even arrange our schedule so we can. “So where are we going to park the car?” Not much response, but in a good way again. I don’t press it.

It’s a busy day, and somewhat hot. Our walk hasn’t happened yet. River proposes we wait until after dinner. Fine with me. Then a surprise. “It won’t be very comfortable in the hot car.” That’s a good point. “How about the balcony tonight?” Sure. Twist my arm. “Ok. And I’d like for you to be on top for a while.” “Ok.” She's never been on top on the balcony before. I look forward to our first time.

I'm almost asleep on the bed in my clothes with the light on when River finally comes in. She leaves to brush her teeth. When she comes back I’ve taken off everything but my shirt, lying on the bed with my butt in the breeze. Hoping it’s not getting too chilly outside. “I don’t see the cushion out there.” “Look again.” It’s in a new place tonight. In a new orientation. Variety. River peels down to her skin and once again I marvel at how smooth and girly and hot she is. I guess she’s not worried it’s too cold. I take my shirt off, too.

I offer to butter her. She accepts. We haven’t done this particular pre-fuck ritual for a while. Up one leg, across her ass, lingering in her crack and between her legs which she's spread for better access, down the other leg. Up her back to her shoulders, down her arm.

It's nearly time to turn her over when we hear footsteps in the hall. Usually just a late night bathroom break for one of the kids. But this time they’re coming down the hall. All the way to our room. With our door open as usual. Good thing we haven’t started yet. River gets up, naked, to investigate the problem. I can’t believe this is happening.

She comes back and we pick up where we left off. Butter up her stomach to her breasts, kneading them, probing the muscles underneath, nipples slipping under my palms and between my fingers. She starts in on my cock. It’s slow to respond. I sit beside her, fingering her pussy, light circles on her clit, while she gets my cock to harden. Nice and easy. Making every stroke count. “You’re perfect. You must have had one of these in a former life.”

I don’t want it to end. But we’ve got a job to do. “I’m going outside.” Into the dark. The air is a pleasant shade of cool. I’ve forgotten the towel. River goes to fetch one. I try to keep myself hard while she’s gone, but it’s not working. We slip the towel under my ass, she straddles me, strokes me. “We might have to trade places.” I find her nipples, tug on them, feel the nubs slipping slowly between my fingers, listen to her sighs. And get hard enough. Her pussy slides down my cock. And we fuck.

Seeing River above me, surrounded by twinkling stars while we fuck out on the balcony in the open air, is amazing. Even better than I thought it would be. We should do this more often. Bring the whole mattress out here. The street is quiet. The only thing moving besides us is a plane, miles above. I wave. “At least two.”

“You’re farther off the ground than usual. I’ve got to lift my butt higher.” “I notice that when I’m on top. I kind of like it.” She fucks me in single point. She fucks me hugged close. I fuck back. Then let her do all the work while she single points me again, her cunt caressing up and down my shaft for an impossibly long time, me wishing I could come like this tonight, with River above me.

But she’s done enough work. We trade places. I straddle the cushion, my balls liking the cool air while I penetrate her warm snug pussy. “You always feel bigger when you’re on top. Thicker.” “Do you like it?” “Yes.” I gather her legs between my arms and press them to her chest, their stubble raking my skin while my cock drives cleanly into her pussy. I bring my knees up onto the cushion with her and go deeper. Harder. I feel a finish. Faster. My knees lose their purchase, I move them back down to the deck, there’s still not enough grip and I twist and writhe for friction, hoping there’s enough, barely finding what I need. “I’m going to finish.” Just saying it gets me there. Another twist, another writhe, another thrust, and my load spurts into her, more, deeper, milking one final squeeze. And that’s all I remember.

I like her on top on the balcony. Next time, doggy and hello kitty. Maybe next summer.

Quagmire

Tonight we both see the shooting star. A good sign, I hope.

I’m sitting out on the balcony at night. Naked. The candle lantern lit. River comes out in a shirt and panties and immediately takes her place on the cushion. “I’m cold. I need a man blanket.” I’m a little slow to figure out that she means me. I walk over and take my place on her. We kiss. I feel a twinge. But I’m not quite ready to start. “I’m waiting for somebody to walk by.” “Pervert.” “I prefer ‘closet exhibitionist’.”

River can’t see over the low balcony wall from her position. But I can. The street is empty. I start anyway. My fingers find her obvious nipples through her thin shirt. “I left the shirt on for you.” “I like that.” Feeling her compact tits, or even just thinking about them, always warms me up. They’re my favorite tits. “I use you to get myself ready.” “I like it when you do that.”

We work her panties down her legs and over her feet. I sit between her spread legs, prepared to get going with no wasted time. I’m almost hard enough. But I want a decisive stick-in. My thumb circles her sticky opening. Moves up to her clit. My cock surges in response. I slip into her easily. Too easily. “Is that all period goo?” “Yes.” More than usual. Quite a quagmire.

River is laid out on the comfortable window cushion. She likes comforable. There’s just a towel between my knees and the wood decking. Comfortable enough for me. I like fucking. But every now and then I have to pull my knees in and join her on the cushion. I’ve noticed before that having her pussy a few inches higher than I’m used to makes a noticeable difference. Like she’s being served to me. Not better or worse, just different. Keeping things interesting.

My balls dangle in the fresh breeze as we fuck. My hands rest on River’s head and shoulder, providing opposition to my thrusts. River watches the sky. I close my eyes. We share a silent laugh when a neighbor comes out, gets in her car, and drives off, oblivious to the quiet sounds of fuck from across the street.

Again it’s not easy to come. Partly because River has an achy uterus and she only lets me go halfway in. We go through a couple positions to increase the friction. We end up in plow. It’s working. Whether it’s the friction, or River’s moans, or the sheer physicality of holding her by the legs while I bang her, I don’t know. But the moans always help. I’m still only going halfway in but my orgasm rushes up. “Almost . . .” My body contorts as I come and resist the instinct to plunge all the way into her.

“I really felt that one.” “What did you feel?” “Twitch twitch, pump pump, squirt squirt.” “I felt that, too.”

Prelude and Fuck in C

We’re on for this morning. But not before 7. I have a bad sleep, and River wasn’t feeling well last night. And I’m thinking it’s too soon after Wednesday’s sweaty romp. As I lay groggily in bed I conclude that River’s sleep and studying easily outweigh fucking this morning.

River wakes up around 8 and reminds me of this morning’s date. She’s surprisingly fine with this random schedule. Maybe we’ll fuck after all. We smooch. Creating our own “sunny spot.” Then Brook comes down the hall and climbs into bed with us. I’ve got a feeling that River would be mostly ok with some stealth action. But I’m not that desperate. We can wait for a better time.

When I come back into the room River is doing some on-line shopping. Naked. My eyes trace the convex curve of her back, over her lumbar vertebrae and down to her ass. My fingers follow my eyes. “This reminds me of the last time we were on-line shopping together.” “Oh does it?” “And I see you remember too.” I pull in for a kiss. But strangely, I’d rather just bask in the presence of my naked sweetie without fucking.

Eventually we make it into the shower. But I don’t want to do it there, either. I want something nice. Something intimate. Something sweet. Maybe she’ll air dry on the bed. No, not today. Not even when I suggest it.

“You know what would be sexy?” I never miss an opportunity for her to tell me what’s sexy. “What?” “Breaking in clean sheets.” We change the sheets. But again Brook comes in, and the kids need lunch, and our morning date is turning into afternoon. Which is fine. “Do you have a plan?” “I’m just waiting for a nice time.” “Me, too.” But our neighbor runs some kind of noisy nasty-smelling lawn equipment throughout the afternoon. No respect for a quiet, beautiful weekend day. It’s just not possible to have an intimate moment together with that going on.

“I’d hold out for the balcony tonight. If it’s going to be warm enough.” “I think it is. But it has to be dark enough, too. I don’t want to be seen by anybody. Except you. They’re not good enough for me.”

The balcony. Nice. I’d like to get River outside more often. My plan is to sit outside on the chairs, naked, and talk, look at stars, enjoy a nice temperature, and when the time comes, move to the cushion and fuck.

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We’ve got a new tub. Carefully chosen for its symmetry and its comfortable two-person capacity. It’s been far too long since we’ve had a tub that’s comfortable for both of us. But we’ve made do. Tonight we take our new tub for a test drive. Not that kind of test drive. Yet. Our balcony date has priority.

We fill the tub. Get in and face each other in the candlelight. My cock bobbing upwards in the deep warm water. Her legs spread wide, her secrets hidden by she shadow of her bush. “What kind of girl would sit in a tub with me, naked?” She raises her hand. And smiles.

We dry off. Walk into the kitchen. River opens the door and luxuriates in the fresh breeze, warm but cooling. I stand behind her. She drops her towel. Our naked flesh presses together.

It’s her idea. Out of the blue. The trampoline. Even though I’ve got the balcony ready to go, and we’ve put fresh sheets on the bed. And she's likened our back yard to a fish bowl. But it feels right somehow. My plans never work out. They just get better.

I walk naked into the back yard. Onto the trampoline. As River follows a light comes on in a neighbor’s window. But all the neighbors’ shades are drawn. For privacy. Theirs or ours, I'm not sure. River spreads her towel and we lie in the dark spring surface, side by side, cooling off from our bath, stargazing in the clear night. There’s no moon. And no hurry.

A soft sensual breeze blows gently on our bare skin. I feel free out here with River. Unconstrained. I finger my cock, hoping for the pleasant fullness of an impending erection. But it doesn't come yet. “No hurry.” More talking. More stargazing. And a shooting star. I hope it’s a good sign.

We sit facing each other. River’s hand stroking me. “You do that better than I do.” “I don’t see how I could, with all your years of practice.” “I’m not you.” Her hand on my cock is different. Like my hand on her clit is different

We kiss. There's the feeling I'm looking for. She does do it better than I do. “Will it work?” “Don’t worry. That always makes you lose ground.” She’s right. I’m glad one of us is confident. “You can stick a finger in and check the temperature.” My hand slides between her legs, my finger tracing down her lips, pushing between them, into her reservoir. What a strange thing to be doing in our fish bowl of a back yard.

She falls back. I fall forward onto her. She slips my cock in. I feel welcomed. Something we’re doing together. I harden fully in the wet friction of her pussy as we start to fuck. “Is anybody watching?” “I don’t know.” I almost hope someone is. But River doesn’t care.

This time we take full advantage of the trampoline, fucking with confidence, bouncing together, the springs creaking, the frame squeaking. River’s arms around me. Her feet on my ass where I like them. My ass scraping against her heels as I work my hard cock in and out. Her fingers brush my nipples, sending a warm tickle through my whole body. I return the favor by putting my hands on her breasts, flattening them, using her chest to move her in rhythm to our fuck.

“Do you have one in you?” “I don’t think so. I’m too relaxed.” Why interrupt a nice fuck just to have an orgasm. I almost understand. I never want to stop either.

River looks up at the sky. Her favorite thing to see when we fuck. I wish she could see it more often. But my view is better. My favorite thing to see when we fuck. Her face. Smiling.

“You’re remarkably ok with this.” She doesn’t fully know why. But she’s as into it out here as I am. “When should I come?” That’s my way of asking how long she wants to go. “Surprise me.” Carte blanche. No hurry.

An airplane flies over. When I’m on a night flight I often find myself looking at the lights below and wondering how many people down there are fucking. Tonight I have an answer. “At least two.”

When I push her legs up into jackknife the bounce is too much. My cock slams against her cervix with gravity assist. It feels deeper than I’ve ever gone before. Too deep. Back off.

I have to come sometime. Sometimes the longer we fuck the harder it is. This is one of those times. “I can turn around.” We stay engaged as she rolls into doggy and I fuck her from behind. Down into low doggy. Up into hello kitty. My hands on her tits. Anybody watching is getting a good show now. I should have sold tickets. It’s a treat watching the shapely symmetry of River’s ass as she fucks me. And I fuck back into her sweet pussy. Coming is suddenly no longer a problem. “I’m about to surprise you.” I can only partly stifle the groans as I hold River and come. We hold our position as my orgasm winds down. Eventually we separate. No hurry.

River walks back to the house first. I watch her ass disappear in the back door. Cool down. Watch the stars. And follow her.

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.

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.”

Speed record, orgasms, and shooting stars on the balcony

"I have to go pee." "Don't let me stop you. A golden shower is not part of the plan. We would need the front yard and the slip-n-side. But here's a plan for you. Leave your panties off when you come back." "I can do that." River's wearing a skirt and a black top. No bra. She looks good in a skirt. She looks good with no bra.

Another hot day. I'm thinking the living room with the door open, but she's interested in the balcony. We sit outside, then go up to the balcony to sit together for a while so we have a more casual transition to fucking. River sees a shooting star. She lies down on the cushion. "I don't know if this will change anything, but my period just started." "It's early." "Two days." We put a towel down for protection. I oil and rub her tits under her top. She takes it off. I take my shorts off so I can be ready when the time comes.

River seems strangely interested in having me come in 30 seconds. What we call a speed record. I wouldn't think that would be very appealing, but she's liked it before. "How can I help?" I move her right hand to my stiffening cock and she does her expert thing, pulling and pushing, getting me ready. I'm not worried about her being ready. She's always ready lately. I move with her just a little. She's gotten me a bit beyond ready which is just what I want even though I don't feel an orgasm yet. But I will. Soon. I do the stick-in, the towel giving my knees some relief, then switch into missionary with my knees on the cushion and fuck hard and fast, finding the best friction right away, trying not to make too much noise on our semi-private balcony. River gasps and moans under me. That always makes me want to come. She's taking a beating. I hope she's ok. She'll let me know if she isn't. Now I feel it and keep hitting the friction and feel it build and let it come as I push into her and squeeze us together and breathe hard.

"I think I went over. That was about 45 seconds." "That's ok. Are we going to do the rest of the plan, with the additional flavors?" I sit up and rest and look at Rachel. She's still got the skirt on. Her tits are oiled. She's hot. "I'd do that." It takes a while to get comfortable on the balcony for the muff dive. I get a taste then focus on her clit. Feel her move and press against me. Nice feedback. I'm managing to keep it fairly steady. My jaw doesn't really like this position. It prefers being off the side of the bed or sitting next to River's chest. I need a short break then back to it. Trying not to be too wet. I love feeling River's clit under my tongue and feeling her move and pulling her into my face. Breathing through her muff. I try to look up at her face but all I can see is skirt and bush. It's a small world, but a nice one. River watches the stars. Another quiet night on our street. I tire again and River takes over with her fingers. "I think I have one in me." It's hard to believe we're actually following one of my plans. The next part is for her to take so long that I can get hard again and we can have a nice fuck. River called that ambitious, especially with the ED, and as I get some oil and work on myself again I'm beginning to have doubts. Fingering River might help but I don't want to distract her. "Here it comes." I'm still completely limp. "You can stick a finger in." One finger goes in. Two fingers. Circles on the g-spot as River orgasms. "It still extends them. That was a good one." I'm glad I could help.

River doesn't even take her hand away, just keeps going. "In the second one?" "I don't have anything." I'll just enjoy having my fingers in her pussy. It's sloppy wet in there with my jizz and the start of her period. To my cock, her vagina feels like a tube, from the opening to the cervix at the end. To my fingers it's more of a box, a chamber, with sides to explore, her pubic bone in the front, the familiar ridge on the back. "That was a good one, too." "I couldn't even tell you were coming." As long as they're good for her. She keeps going and gets a third. That's her point of diminishing returns, where it's not always worth going for more. "I saw another shooting star." Next time maybe I'll get to be on my back and see the stars. I pull my fingers out of her fucked pussy and River notices she's dripped blood on the towel. Good thing we used it.

An emotionally satisfying fuck on the balcony

"I think your plan has something to do with that and the balcony." I've brought the library window cushion up to the bedroom. I have some problems with the candle and it takes a while to get things set up. I need something to relax. "I'll give you a back rub." "I wouldn't turn that down." She never does. On the bed. Oil her up, pay attention to her shoulder blades, some neck, shoulders, sides, fingertips on her back. Nice feedback. I take deep breaths. Lean forward and hug on top of her. She's warm. Sit up and rub down to her butt. One hand on her butt, one on me. Then two hands on her butt while my cock lays against it and I push her cheeks together, apart, up, down. I see her cute butthole in the dim light and get harder. I haven't even touched her lips yet. There's just a hint visible through the tufts between her legs. The compulsion hits me.

I get off her and press my face against her butt and legs, stretch my tongue out to her lips, stroke them, probe between them. Somehow I breathe. I sit up and see her legs spread a little bit. Encouragement, or just giving in to the inevitable? Her legs spread wide as I straddle her back and bring my mouth down to her pussy. I'm not sure I can reach her clit like this. I use my tongue on her pussy, suck her lips into my mouth, lick the sides, tongue-fuck. Reach for her clit with the tip. She looks sweet, her legs spreading out smoothly from her butt, allowing me. And raunchy, her pussy lips pulled apart, arching around her frilly pink hole. Sit up, dry some of my wetness off her, get hard enough.

"I'll fuck you on the balcony." "Ok." Through the open door to the balcony, River with her bush and her sleek body, me with my hardon and my desire. She lays back on the cushion but I need to get some hardness back. I'm a bit harder than semi-erect when I move forward and do the stick-in, my knees on the wood floor of the balcony. My cock hardens as I look at River's face and feel myself slide into her willing body. "Hi beautiful." She is beautiful out here in the candlelight. The temperature is nice. Stars are out and she can see the sky. It's a quiet night. We're fucking.

The cushion is big enough for two. Change to missionary. "Yes, get up here with me." Looking into each other's eyes. My hands on her head holding her in place for some strong thrusts. She feels nice today. I like being out here with her. I want to kiss her. "I taste like pussy. Your tangy taste that I like." River looks at the stars, looks at the candle, looks at me. Still a quiet night, no cars or foot traffic to feed my exhibitionist streak, just Reed and River. Fucking.

A breeze comes and wraps itself around my body and feels nice. River likes it too. "But I'll get cold. I want a Reed blanket." I hug against her warm body, my face against her neck. "I'll be your blanket. And your dildo. And your live-in full-service masseur." "I feel wealthy. With a live-in full-service masseur." "Just don't tell your husband about me." I feel so together with River, doing it with her out here, so much of her body pressed against mine, my cock fucking her pussy in the breeze.

I've taken my knees back off the cushion, back to default. There's an orgasm waiting but I stop to hold off and think of jackknife as I gaze at River. Scoop her left leg onto my shoulder and her pussy feels so rich and juicy and stimulating and steamy that I stop there and bang her in half-jackknife. "I'll come." A few more strokes, pause halfway in and feel the first spurt, back out and into her sweet snatch, feeling my cock slide through my own jizz, pushing her leg down against her. And being quiet. I'm not that much of an exhibitionist. I'm sure River is happy about that. Back onto the cushion for some missionary afterfuck and being with River.

"That was really emotionally satisfying and bonding for me."

The trampoline

I'm cleaning the kitchen. Not too hard today, we went out for pizza. River is sitting upstairs with Brook after I read to her. She comes down, watching tv and knitting, somewhat earlyish, which is good because it means Brook got to sleep at a reasonable time, and I'm glad River gets to chill out with some veg time. "I'm kind of tired." I watch with her for a while. "Are you ok?" I think she's wondering if I'm annoyed at her for watching tv. It's the opposite. I'm content knowing that we're going to do it tonight. I've been more anticipatory today than I have been for a long time. I'd rather be more calm and relaxed. I got kind of high-strung for a while there.

"You know what I'm going to suggest tonight." "Didn't you already suggest it?" "Not really." "Something more specific?" "Let's see how well you know me." "The trampoline?" "You know me well. You suggested it." Well really I suggested it long ago. It's really hard to read her. She seems mildly incredulous, somewhat amused, and perhaps willing. At least she's smiling. "I've only been suggesting it every day for the last month." Ever since she seriously considered it. "Ok." "You're even dressed for it." Going commando under her dress. I'm not sure what I'm going to wear, but I'll figure something out. "There's a new moon tonight." And it was a warm day. We may not get another chance this year. I'm glad we're taking this one. It really means a lot to me.

"I have to go brush." I turn off our downstairs lights and sit in the middle of the trampoline. This is crazy. I can't believe we're going to do this. The balcony is one thing. The trampoline is something else. We're a little worried about noise. I try a few maneuvers in the middle, which is where we're planning on being. Some creaking, but not too bad.

The bathroom light goes out, the door opens, and River joins me. "It's cold out." "No it isn't." "I'm cold." Not good. I slide my pants and underwear down and toss them aside. We sit in the middle, in our recent way, my legs under, her legs over. She's more flexible. It's a nice way to start. Face to face. Accessible. Smoochies. My part seems interested. I reach down and give it some help. River reaches in and that really helps. I feel her and that helps too. Smooth. Nice lips. Wet between them. It's a nice sound. I'm glad things are going well. We had a celebratory glass of wine at pizza for our recent purchase and I got a little worried.

"Any particular position?" "I just thought we'd do the usual." "I think we're ready." "Am I ready?" I hope so. River gets it in. Is it in? Test it. That's a sign that it could be better. It's in. No doubt. I hope River isn't wondering whether it's in. And here we go. Slow. Quiet. Just a few creaks when I shift positions from default to missionary and back, higher and lower, but nothing that would give us away. "Nice stars." I'm happy River gets to see the sky.

"I may have given mixed signals about talking while we're doing it or getting ready." We're having a casual talk now. I don't know why that's a turn on. It's the opposite of talking dirty which is also a turn on. I should just shut up and let River enjoy the sky. "Fully dressed." "Not fully." "Oh yeah." I've got my butt sticking out in the breeze and it feels nice. "I can take my shirt off." "I like having some clothes on." Me too. It's like the casual conversation in a way.

So far it's been pretty quiet. Sliding in and out. Feeling nice. Exciting. River is beautiful in so many ways. Doing this with her sweetie. "You feel really nice today." I reach down for her parts. "What are you doing?" "Feeling your part." I haven't felt it sliding in and out for a while. Now I feel it going into her smooth pussy. But it's awkward so I put my hand back. On her head. On her shoulder. "We probably won't be going too fast today. Do you have any requests for angles?" "No." "Ok." I'm thinking jackknife but I'm not sure. If River were holding her legs up I'd do it. But I'm still trying to be stealthy. Even though in my fantasies we make quite a racket. "If you were on top you could control the sound."

We're doing it in the back yard and a car comes crunching up the gravel in the alley. Headlights on. We keep going. What is that car doing out there? Driving around for a better view? "No worries." After ages of crunching back and forth it stops somewhere. "I wish our yard had a gate." I look over my shoulder and see a neighbor walking across the alley. We're still doing it. Push it in deep. Voices. Walking around. Somebody whistling. Calling a pet? And then back to quiet. No worries.

I'm having a nice time with my sweetie. Under the stars. Not fast, but strong and deep. I wish I could see her boobs but I like it that she's wearing a dress. At pizza she was wearing shoes with it that made her a bit taller and I liked it. I just like everything. "Are you wondering how long we're going to go?" "No, are you?" "I'm just wondering whether you're wondering." I get more of a sitting position. Not mini-v but close. We get some bounce going. A little bit of sound. I'm thinking of magnetism but that might be too much. The bounce makes us smile. "That's good." "This would be a good one to come in. But not too soon."

We keep it going for a while. But it's really nice. "I'm going to come." I'm holding it off. Just slowing it down really. Building it up. It's unstoppable by now. My orgasm comes. Quiet. But good. River pushes into it for me. I like that.

"No sacrificial t-shirt." "I have underwear." "That will work." Some afterfuck. It does seem natural. Then pull the plug and reach for the underwear. River makes her escape fully dressed. I walk back to the kitchen in just a shirt.

I prefer the balcony. It's right next to the bedroom and the view is nicer and we can use the candle house and we could duck for cover in a pinch. It doesn't usually have a comfy spot though.

Reed and River, sitting in a tree

"We could do it in the treehouse." It's not so much a treehouse, just a platform in a couple of trees, about twenty feet up. "I was thinking the same thing back on those rocks. You read my mind."

River puts some things in her pack and heads off to climb the tree. It takes some fancy climbing. And it's up there. She gets up no problem. Of course. I walk up the trail to join her. "There are two long screws up here." How appropriate. "There's going to be one more." Did I say that or just think it? I climb up. "It's nice having an athletic sweetie." "It's worked out pretty well." As I come over the edge I see River has packed a blanket and spread it out on the platform. That's my practical sweetie. A comfortable spot I hope. "One good thing about the treehouse is I can get completely naked." This gets better all the time. "Full daylight." And better. "I'm going to have to look." My socks off, her shirt and bra off, our pants off, and I don't even see any panties, just her amazing butt and secret darkness, dark and secret even in daylight. Has she been commando the whole time? I thought I saw some stripies go on this morning. Oh, they just came down with the pants. River's thinking I'm thinking "presenting". I should be thinking that. "You usually take your glasses off." Oh yeah.

Reed and River, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Kiss kiss, rub rub, squeeze the nipples. Hard on. Thanks to Cialis. I wanted to make sure we didn't miss this one. River feels me through my underwear, then it comes off and Reed the closet exhibitionist stands up to display his full erection. To River. This is going to be good.

It goes in with default. There's a reason it's default. It works. For both of us. Fuck. Minifuck. It is good. I've got quite a view. The water looks nice, too. I can't get over this. It's overwhelming. I look. Are River's lips folding in? I reach down and pull them out. "I'm looking up at trees." "I can feel breeze on my balls." "I feel it on my perineum." "It feels nice."

We're wondering about knees and the hard surface. "I think I'm going to have bruises. But it's worth it." Oh yes it is worth it.

We're in jackknife. Feeling the nose. Too much? River's mound bulges between her legs. A thick curl of bush hair above her opening. River's bush. Her post-coital scratch bush. Her rub up a lather bush. The bush I feel crinkling through her silky panties. The bush I get to look at. From the front. From the side. From between her legs. Hot bush. Sexy bush. Girly bush. River's bush. I reach down to tug at it. Looks good enough to eat. "I wish I could just reach my tongue down there while we're doing it." I back off and roll River back so her pussy comes up and lick it. "You taste good." Uh oh, now she's not going to want to kiss. How can you not like that taste? Must be a guy thing. River tastes good.

Back in. We slap together. "Power strokes." The knees are sort of a problem but not too bad yet. "Doggy style?" We get set up. We do it. "There's your cold butt." Her cold butt feels nice. River gets the view. It's drying out. "This is the dry position. Maybe if you didn't pull out so far." "That's the best part." I can't believe this. "I brought lube, but it's back in the car." I didn't think we'd need it. Maybe the breeze is drying things out. Probably. It's especially dry on the right side. It's also a queefy position. "We can use spit if that's ok." I tongue River's slit some more. I feel my heavy penis dangling out of range. It feels like it should feel. Hard and weighty. It won't go soft today and I'm eager to get it back in. The spit has done its job and things are good again.

Flying v. "This is what every guy on earth wishes he was doing. Spreading a girl wide open outside and fucking her." This is incredible. River is breathtaking. The whole scene outside naked in the woods on a mountain screwing in a treehouse with a view on a nice day is breathtaking. "If you were a guy, could you imagine any better way to do it?" Missionary. "There's my warm sweetie." I hope she's ok getting squished on the deck down there. I go faster and harder and I feel an orgasm coming. But I want River on top today. I lean back and pull her up and squinch my legs around. I'm off the blanket into splinter zone but I don't care. River fucks me on top. "I see trees." I see a smiling sweetie. Single point of contact. Favorite. This time I watch. "I feel it sliding down on my whole thing." And up. River is catching the head on the upstrokes and making me moan. Just like I like. "Those upstrokes were great." I grab River and lift her butt and do some driving from the passenger seat.

More licking for lube. Face to face with River's beautiful wet pussy. In full daylight. I lick, tongue fuck, and stare into the pink. I've never seen this much detail.

Stand up to show off my erect cock again. Then I'm on top again. Back in with no hands in default. I'm going to finish. We have to do flying v again. It looks so amazing to see River spread out like that. In full daylight. With water and islands in the background. And breeze. And bush. And nipples. And hair. And face. It feels good for her. Magnetism. "I can't do the bounce though." Mini magnetism, holding her thighs leaning her legs to her left so I can look at her. Jackknifing the g-spot feels really good. It could be a finisher. But every time I feel I could go for the finish I have to shift my knees, and lose the feeling. I lift my knees off the platform. "That's good. This is your version of single point of contact." It is good but I can't hold out. River moves into mini-v to take some work off my knees. "This is a hard one to come in. Well it's easy to come in, but . . ." We do mini-v. It sounds like River is trying to make me finish. Just a coincidence I'm sure. But she's getting cold. She puts her shirt back on. She wraps the blanket around her. I feel great, being outside, naked, with River, also naked, screwing in the treehouse with her. But I need to finish the marathon. Missionary. Slow. Careful. Warm. Feel it plunge in through the gateway over and over. "That feels really good." I can tell. We always seem to agree. But I like it when she tells me. It's coming. It feels strong. "One more . . ." And here it is. In and out while I'm coming. I don't even feel the spurts, just the orgasm. A strong one. I feel my left nut get pulled up. It's a good feeling. We've talked about this. I have to show River. "Look, where did my left nut go?" I look down and my right nut is gone too. "They're in your inguinal canal. Cremaster muscle." I like having a sweetie who knows these things. I feel my empty scrotum. River reaches out and pushes them back down into place for me one at a time. It's strangely intimate having her do that.

It's still hard and I could keep going, but River is cold. I feel bad I took so long. We use the t-shirt I brought. It would have been more fun to sacrifice my underwear. She's shivering. What can we do to get her warmed up? I offer my underwear and t-shirt for her to wear. She dresses and wraps in the blanket and shivers. I get in to huddle, with River behind me. She starts to warm up. I start to feel better.

"We should take one of those screws as as souvenir." "Definitely. We can put it in an underwear drawer. Frame it." Then we'd each have a souvenir. I have her panties from our second first time in my sock drawer. River packs up the screw. It's a long one.