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 We had driven up to the condo earlier in the evening, steeling ourselves
against the weekend rush of traffic that was all too common on the
interstate north these days.  The farther north we went, though, the more
traffic was left behind.  However, the delays in getting out of the city
earlier in the day had us arriving just before sunset.  Indeed, as we were
pulling into the parking space, the sun was setting in a blaze of burnt
orange and pale gold.  This was the storybook ending to a picture-perfect,
late summer day.

   "We might as well enjoy what's left of the sunset," you suggest once the
car had come to a stop in front of the condo.

   "I agree, but from up here or down by the river?" is my response.

   "Oh, the river!  Absolutely!"

   The river had always captivated us since discovering and then purchasing
the condo several years ago.  Since that time, the river has remained
our... special place.

   The condo was located atop the eastern floodwall of the river about 120
feet above the floodplain.  Access to a narrow, sandy beach alongside the
river was gained by means of a narrow track leading down from the
floodwall. After a quick stop inside the unit to deposit our belongings, we
walked to the head of the track with an oversized blanket, a bottle of
Merlot, and two drinking glasses.

   The sky overhead was deepening in color from the rich blue of day to the
deeper purple of night.  The brightest stars of late summer were beginning
to shine.  The band of pink known as the Belt of Venus was clearly visible
just above the horizon but was most pronounced opposite the
recently-departed sun.  As we descended to the floodplain via the track, we
both breathed deeply the moist scent of the river and earthy scent of the
nearby woods.

   The sunset was fading fast before us as the last of the fading light
caught your eyes.

   Showing what I thought was amusement in them, you tease, "Last one to
the Rock has to strip first!" and sprint ahead of me, laughing.

   Laughing while running was not easy, but I knew that you wanted to be
last, and so I stole past you in the darkening night to arrive at the Rock
several seconds before you.  Fortunately, I had managed to hold onto the
blanket and wine bottle, though lost the glasses in the gathering gloom.

   We were both breathless after our run and rested beside one another on
the Rock as we watched the night chase the last streaks of day from the
sky. The Rock was at the far end of the beach, opposite of where the beach
was entered, in a hollowed recess formed by the river's never-ending
current.  A sand bank had formed on the downstream side of the Rock, and it
was atop this that we spread the blanket once night had fallen in earnest.

   The sky had turned a dark purple and the stars glittered like diamonds
above our heads, serving as the perfect crown to the river before us.  The
waxing half-moon was riding high overhead and had brightened considerably
in the last few minutes, casting a soft light over the river, the Rock, and
us.

   After opening the wine bottle from which we both drank deeply, I
reminded you of the recent challenge.

   "Well, I notice you're still clothed, and I believe there was a
concession to be made at the start of our race here?"

   You nod slowly; a smile plays at the corners of your soft lips as your
hands move to the top button of your blouse.

   Slowly, each button was undone until the front of your blouse was lying
open.  Shrugging your shoulders almost imperceptibly and moving your hands
across your exposed front noticeably, you let the top fall away from you.
Your hands then disappear behind your back and unfasten the clip holding
your bra in place.  Another shrug of the shoulders results in this garment
also falling away from you.

   The night air, which already cooled significantly from the heat of
mid-day, caresses your exposed breasts and hardens their nipples. 
Goosebumps appear across the surface of your cooling flesh from your
breasts to your stomach...

   My eyes have become fixed on your movements and their results as the
moon and increasing starlight bathe your body.  I can see an infectious and
full smile on your face, and I believe you are enjoying this as much as I
am.  I return the smile in response, wondering if the wine is working its
desired effect on you and me already.

   Encouraged by the reaction you've obviously produced in me (your eyes
have moved from mine to the shorts which appear to have expanded...
recently), your hands reach up and cup your full breasts and then move
inward.  The thumbs brush across the swells of your mounds to slowly stroke
the hard tips of each.  Following each pass across, your nipples are
deflected and returned to their erect positions.  Your smile fades from
your face, and your breathing becomes slightly labored.

   Knowing that you have more to remove, your thumbs stop their movements
and your hands start to move downward, brushing your flat stomach and
stopping at the waistband of your panties below which is the top of your
khaki shorts.  Your hands meet in the front above the zipper of your shorts
as your thumbs hook into the elastic of your panties.  Traveling along the
waist of your underwear, your thumbs follow the contour of your sides and
rest near the swell of your hips.

   Bending slightly at the waist and smiling, you push downward on panties
and shorts together, and I watch as they fall along your outer thighs.  You
release both as they reach your knees and stand upright.  After lifting
your leg forward to let your shorts and panties reach the ground, you give
a quick shake to free them and your sandals, tossing all to the corner of
the blanket.  Standing naked before me in the moonlight, you place your
hands on your hips with your legs slightly spread apart, and within the
shadow of the delta formed by your thighs and stomach I can barely see your
swelling labia below the neatly trimmed wedge of hair.

   With an air of seriousness, you state, "Did I mention that although the
last one to the Rock had to strip, they get first fuck?"

   My response was an elongated "nooo", but I respond that I would try to
honor my part of the newly-revised concession as well as you had.  A giggle
escapes your mouth; you close on me.

   Sitting before you, my hands move to the side of your buttocks and pull
you close.  Your sex is before my mouth.  I can feel your growing heat and
can smell your womanly scent.  Coupled with the wine, my head grows light
at the thought of what I'll do next.

   My hands move from the sides to the cheeks of your ass and hastily
remove the last few inches between us.  As my lips touch the hair of your
mons, I hear a sharp intake of breath from you followed by a whispered and
hurried, "Oh my God".  My mouth descends to cover your now-swollen lips,
and your legs part slightly as your hands rest on my head.

   As your hands guide me into you, my tongue begins to probe the inner
folds of your pussy.  I taste your wetness, which has risen to the surface,
and curl the tip of my tongue to catch the initial offering.  Greedily, I
swallow your juice.  Moaning softly, you push my head further into your
cunt.  In response, my hands move from behind you to the front to pull your
reddened lips apart further.  I spread your wetness along your opening,
enjoying immensely the salty and tangy taste of you.  Thick, clear strands
of your dew follow the motion of my tongue as I lick the opening of your
vagina.

   I shift the focus of my movements to your erect clitoris.  My tongue
begins to flick your clit in short, quick strokes from side to side.  Your
knees buckle, and I'm forced backward in a prone position on my back atop
the blanket as you descend involuntarily.  You apologize repeatedly, but I
tell you to hush and blow gently across your inflamed pussy to make you
stop.

   Looking up at your face, I see only a silhouette framed against the
half-moon.  The outline of your hair is visible as it rests upon your
shoulders.  However, I can hear your breathing, which has quickened, and I
can smell your scent, a mixture of the soap you use, the perfume you wear,
and the musky center of your womanhood before me and on my lips.  For a
moment, my senses are overwhelmed by your presence.

   Raising my head, I again focus on your clitoris by stroking it with my
tongue.  After several passes, my lips seal around the tender flesh
surrounding your clit, and I suck.  Several seconds later, I release your
lips and again stroke your clit.  You arch your back and rock your pelvis
into my mouth.  Your hands reach behind you to balance you, as your head is
tossed back and upwards.

   Your eyes shoot open, as my lips and tongue focus on your womanhood, and
you notice (not for the first time) the night and its spread of stars.  As
you concentrate absently on the bright star stars overhead, you begin to
feel that familiar and desired warmth building within you.  Your nipples
become taut at the thought of what's to come, and your sight of the stars
overhead begins to blur.

   You fight the feeling, holding it at bay, wanting the sensation to build
further.  Your eyes are tightly shut.  I sense you're close to an orgasm
because you've started sliding your pussy across my face from top to
bottom. Your increased wetness helps your movements as you grind the firm
flesh of your vulva feverishly against me.  Your breathing is short and
clipped and accompanied by a deep and prolonged moan.

   Not able to contain the pent-up storm any longer, you release it in an
overpowering wave of warmth.

   You warn me, "I'm cumming... yes...  yes... yes... ahhh!"

   You cum forcefully as the orgasm rolls across your body in multiple
waves, radiating outward from your clitoris and vagina to tingle your
nipples, hands, and feet.  Your heartbeat pounds inside your head,
paralleling the frequency of the waves.

   You release a muffled scream as your orgasm peaks.

   I feel the sudden burst of warm fluid from you as it leaves the opening
of your pussy, and my mouth moves to cover your quivering form.  The taste
of your dew is salty and sweet now.  I take as much as I can into my mouth
and swallow.  Carefully avoiding your now sensitive clitoris, I gently and
softly lick you as your shaking subsides.  Your first sensations upon
recovering are those of a moving warmth between your legs and the soft
gurgle of the nearby river...