Springtime on the riverbank. What a wonderful time of year.
Time to be up early at the weekend.
Time to be out and about as the dawn was breaking.
Time to myself, silence, apart from the tide running on the river and the wildlife.
The snort of a fox I’d met two days before. We were walking in opposite directions on the same narrow path, the noise of his irritation at my arrogance to be on the same piece of ground as him at this time of the morning. His obvious displeasure at my presence, his eyes meeting mine, then, hardly giving me a second glance as he slipped past me, still walking and disappeared the way I had come. An encounter of maybe ten seconds. This morning it had been an otter. Who knew what tomorrow might bring?
But that morning, almost two years before, had brought something else. There was a natural lookout with a bench on which I loved to sit. It overlooked the tidal reach of the river and was the perfect vantage point. I had to navigate a detour and then a small climb to get there. A hidden secret spot which I thought of as my own. I was invisible, at least it seemed that way, it was my secret but another thought so as well.
I sat engrossed, watching the cormorant fishing below me in the slightly damp mist – watching him twist the just-caught flatfish to the point where he could swallow breakfast. When the hands touched my shoulders I nearly had a heart attack from the shock. The runner recoiled and said softly, “Sorry – I thought you heard me.”
She stood in the growing light of the early dawn with hands by her side and her head at a slight angle as she continued, “I’ve seen you in my secret spot before and not come up here. This time I thought I’d take a chance and meet you. Are you alright?”
I nodded yes, although I was still shaking a little as I took in the woman stood in front of me, still breathing heavily from her recent exertions. She reached out and touched my bearded cheek softly with the back of her hand, then, as if she had taken a decision, moved forward and sat astride my knees, facing me. I glanced down as she did so, taking in the ‘camel toe’ in her speedos and, without thought, I steadied her with my hands on her waist.
She held my face gently in her hands and tipped it upwards as she leaned in and kissed me. Her movement opened a gap between her garments and I found I was holding warm, slightly sweaty, bare flesh. She kissed me again, sliding her tongue between my lips as I moved my hands down and cupped her delicious ass, pulling her forward against me. She moaned a little into my mouth as, emboldened, I slid my fingers inside her shorts.
I let go as she half stood, afraid I’d gone too far too quickly. But was swiftly reassured as she pulled up the front of her top to let her hard-nippled breasts come free and into my view. She held them to my mouth, offering first one and then the other to me, sighing with pleasure as I ran my tongue and lips round them as they hardened even more in the cool morning air.
Once again, I ran my hands down the cheeks of her ass and then moved on around the spread of her hips and across, before meeting and gently squeezing the ‘camel toe’ front. She groaned again, leaning forward now, her breasts dangling invitingly in front of me. She steadied herself with her hands on my thighs, before moving to caress the hardness that her proximity had caused.
She looked me directly in the eyes as she undid my belt and trouser front, pulling me out as she bent forward to catch me between those ample tits and leaning down to catch my crown in her mouth as it slipped through them and into view.
I shuddered involuntarily as the moist heat from her mouth almost threatened to make me come right then and there.
For the first time in some minutes she spoke, “Enough!”
She turned away, slipping her speedos down her legs as she did, before leaning over the wooden table with her open vagina beckoning me as she once again spread her legs apart.
I needed no second bidding. Within half an awkward step, I was there, cockhead nestling in that hot slit before it slid so gently all the way in. Christ! What heat on that chilly morning. I felt her fingers rubbing herself as I eased out and then pushed in, pulling her back onto me as I clutched her hips.
We bucked together, like animals in heat, with any pretence of finesse or silence long forgotten as I held and squeezed her breasts.
Her rhythmic cries of ‘yes, yes, Yes,’ encouraging me to my own climax, which came urgently and all too soon. I arched into her – rigid, hard and as deep as I could, as I sprayed my fill of new life into her. We stayed together, in that beautifully obscene tableaux for half a minute, a minute. Whatever. Then, as I softened, I slid backwards out of her and sat myself down on the bench with my penis steaming gently in the cold light of dawn.
She didn’t turn back around as she pulled her speedos back up, uncaring of the trail of fluids now flowing down her leg.
She didn’t turn round or say anything as she adjusted her top while walking away, to go down the trail away from our secret seat.
She didn’t even glance back as she reached the level track and started to run into the mist, away from me.
Only the glistening juices evaporating from my softening prick betrayed what had just happened.
It seemed like a dream, just a one-off lucky happening, but two weeks later, she appeared again. Once more we fucked; this time with her still facing me, balanced on top of me as I impaled her, sucking on those wonderful breasts as they jiggled in time with our movements.
So it has been for almost two years now. Our longest gap has been three weeks, the shortest was one day when she appeared, not just on the early morning of Saturday but on the Sunday as well. Once, I got there a little late, to find her daringly naked, lying on the table waiting for me. That time was incredibly intense. She had her legs up on my chest and her ankles behind my neck, as I speared her, deep, into her very centre.
She’s never spoken to me, other than to encourage the moment. I’ve never seen her anywhere else. Like me, she wears a wedding ring, so we are both cheats.
I wonder if she looks forward to her ‘little bit on the side’? I know I do.