It’s a late Friday morning in early August, and I’m at my usual place on a sandbar on the river. It’s an isolated spot, deep in the middle of a densely wooded section of land. It’s a decent hike in, but it’s remote and private, and I come often under the pretense of fishing.

It’s stiflingly hot today, the sun blazing in the sky, sending waves of heat across the countryside. The humidity is repressive, and there’s barely a whisper of a breeze. Even the river seems to be affected by the heat. The water is lazy and shallow, scarcely more than a series of small rivulets etching through the sand and around the occasional island.

I bait up a hook and toss the line in the water. The line follows the current until it’s drawn tight. The tip of the fishing rod lightly flexes to the rhythm of the gently flowing stream.

I look around to ensure that I’m alone. No one ever comes this far up the river, but I try to be cautious just the same. There are few things I enjoy more than stripping out of my clothes and sunbathing nude on a hot summer day.

I kick off my shoes and pull my t-shirt over my head. I unbutton my shorts and let them drop around my ankles and kick them off onto the pile with my other clothes.

I take a bottle of suntan oil out of my tackle box and squeeze a liberal amount into my hand. I rub the oil over my body from my toes to my shoulders. I stretch and reach my arms toward the sky, welcoming the sun as it bears down and caresses my nakedness.

I roll out a towel and lie down on my back. The sun is hot, but it invigorates and energizes me. It is both relaxing and exhilarating lying naked in the sun.

Hours pass there on the sandbar. The fish are not biting today, but I don’t mind. I’m not really here to fish as much as I am for the opportunity to relax and let the sun deeply bathe my body in its warmth.

The sun is nearly directly overhead now, and I eat a snack I brought along and sip water from a canteen. I slather more oil over my body and lie back down. My mind begins to wander, thinking of a particular woman. I’ve been lusting for her for some time, and as I think about her my loins begin to stir. My hand finds its way to my cock. I start rubbing myself and am quickly hard.

I sometimes masturbate thinking about fucking anonymous women, but today it’s this specific woman that I’m imagining licking my shaft and sucking my cock. I squeeze oil into my hand and begin stroking vigorously. Between the vivid images conjured up in my head and the exhilaration that comes from performing this act of self-gratification exposed and under the expanse of open sky, I quickly sense the mounting urge, and seconds later feel a shudder through my body. Cum blasts from my cock, spraying gobs of translucent cream over my chest and stomach.

I lie there for a moment, catching my breath, letting the fantasy linger a bit longer as I now envision the woman hungrily lapping the cum from my body. After a moment I get up and wade into the water. I rinse away the cum and let the river’s lazy current cool me off.

I climb back out of the water and lie down, turning onto my stomach. I rest my head on the towel and close my eyes and begin to feel the pull of sleep.

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but I’m suddenly stirred from my nap. I lift my head and push myself up to my knees. I look around. All seems quiet, but I can’t help shake this feeling of encroachment.

Then I hear it: in the distance, the sound of splashing water from around the bend in the river, and it’s drawing nearer.

I keep listening. I wait a few more seconds, pointing my gaze down the river in the direction of the sound. Yes, it’s getting closer, and then I see the ripples radiating from around the corner. Someone is coming!

I scramble from the sandbar across the thin ribbon of water to a grassy island in the middle of the river. I squat naked in the deep grass and watch the bend to see who or what is approaching. No one has ever disturbed me here before, and I am both irritated and troubled. Maybe it’s the landowner or another fisherman. Or maybe it’s just a deer. Whoever or whatever it is, I can hide here in the grass and hopefully go undetected until the intruder passes.

At last, through the trees, I can see that it’s not a deer, but a person. But I can’t see who it is clearly yet. And then, around the bend she comes, and my heart stands still.

I recognize her immediately, and am gripped with both fear and delight. It is a woman from the gym. We work out together. Well, not really together, but we work out at the same time.

Her name is Heather. She’s in her early to mid-thirties and extraordinarily fit and athletic. We work out early, and on most mornings she and I are the only two people in the gym. She wears a variety of colorful and wonderfully tight-fitting sports bras and yoga shorts, and she always smells fresh and sweet as if she’s just stepped out of a tropical lagoon. Her pleasing fragrance spreads throughout the gym, a welcome contrast to the üsküdar escort kızlar usual smell of stale perspiration and musty workout clothes.

We’re not actually friends, but we are friendly. She routinely asks me to spot for her on the bench press, and I’m only too happy to oblige. When she lies back on the bench and spreads her legs, she’s either unaware or doesn’t mind that her camel-toe is prominently on display. And as I attempt to not look at it, my eyes can’t help but be drawn to the tattoo of a serpent stretching from just above her knee, undulating all the way up her inner thigh and disappearing under the hem of her shorts where the aforementioned camel-toe resides. I’m irrationally jealous of the snake.

Her tight, femininely muscular body is a total distraction. As she goes about her workout, bending and squatting and thrusting, I’m constantly confronted with views of her that leave me gasping and awkwardly aroused. But it’s nearly impossible to look away. I try not to stare, or at least not let her catch me, but it’s an unreasonable demand, and the numerous times she’s caught me ogling only seems to cause her to grin.

She is arguably the hottest, most desirable woman in town. Of ANY age! Men want to be with her. And women, well, I’m pretty sure there are quite a few that want to be with her, too. And those that don’t are just deluding themselves.

The irony of this situation is that she is the woman I was thinking about when I was masturbating earlier. For as long as I’ve been coming here it’s been fantasy of mine to rendezvous with her here and do all those things two people, naked and full of mutual lust, are inclined to do.

She’s alone and wading up the river toward me. Mirrored sunglasses cover her eyes. Her brown hair, touched by the sun, shimmers and cascades onto her shoulders. A brown knapsack is slung over her shoulder. At first I think she’s naked, but then I see she’s wearing a micro bikini with G-string bottoms that hide next to nothing, but boldly displays her astonishing figure and deeply tanned body. The scant pieces of fabric cover so little that I barely have to imagine the mysteries that lie beneath.

My cock begins to swell again as I crouch there in the grass, watching as she glides in the general direction of the sandbar on which I was lying just a few seconds earlier. Perhaps she won’t notice my things and she’ll go on by. Part of me hopes so. I would be embarrassed to be caught naked out here by her, feeling the urges toward her that I do, my cock growing ever harder at the mere sight of her. But part of me-the cock growing ever harder part-wants her to stay.

Nearer she comes, until she stands between my sandbar and me. She stops and looks around. My heart is pounding vigorously, both from fear of being seen and from the excitement at the sight of her. She looks in my direction. Can she see me? I squat father down in the grass. Blades are tickling my testicles.

She turns her gaze ahead again and begins moving farther down the river. I feel relief, but also disappointment. She didn’t see me and apparently didn’t notice my things either. If she moves far enough down the river I can return to my sandbar, gather my things and leave without being seen.

I watch as she wades away from me, her slender, yet shapely hips swiveling smoothly and gracefully. She moves slowly, purposefully, as if she’s enjoying each step, relishing the feel of the water as it swirls around her legs, the feel of the cool sandy river bottom on her feet, a pleasant contrast to the scorching sun bearing down on her golden brown skin.

She’s about 20 yards away when she stops in front of another sandbar. She hesitates, looking carefully around, as if sensing she’s being watched. She only pauses briefly, then she climbs onto the sandbar, sets her knapsack down and slips off her sunglasses. A sense of panic starts to come over me. If she stays I’m trapped on this island. And yet I feel fortunate for this opportunity to play voyeur.

She reaches behind her back and unties the bikini top and it falls to the sand. I finally see the breasts I have long fantasized about. They are small but round and certainly not insignificant. They are tanned, firm and symmetrical. Her nipples are a deep pink, the size of silver dollars, hard and erect, and my imagination can almost feel them between my lips. My cock is throbbing at this moment, and I reach down and stroke it as if to calm it down, but knowing full well it will have the opposite effect.

She turns her back to me and pulls the ties on her G-string bottom and lets it drop. She has absolutely no tan lines. I knew she had an incredible body, but now seeing her naked, the word incredible is inadequate to describe what stands before me.

She is trim and sculpted, lean and firm. Her abs are the classic six-pack, each rectus abdominis and oblique muscle distinctly defined. Her ass is even tighter and harder than I could have imagined. I summon up visions of my hands şişli escorts clutching those taut brown dunes and running my tongue up and down the length of her gluteal cleft. The blood in my cock has now reached its maximum volume.

She reaches behind her head and gathers her hair and ties it into a pony tail before wrapping it into a bun. She then bends down and opens her knapsack and pulls out a large beach towel. She unfolds it and spreads it carefully onto the sand so it aligns with the sun. She then pulls a bottle of suntan oil out of the bag and begins rubbing it over her body.

She smooths the oil down her legs and over her stomach, and then down toward her pussy. The fragrance of coconut and mango wafts toward me.

She is clean-shaven-I expected nothing less-and rubs the oil thoroughly between her legs. She lingers there, rubbing the area with premeditation, her fingers making furtive excursions into her pussy and quickly out again, as if it is an accident she is touching herself so intimately. But I see by her closed eyes and the way she bites her lower lip that she enjoys applying the oil there.

After a moment, she’s rubbing the oil over her stomach again, and then moves up to her well-rounded breasts where both hands go to work smoothing the oil over those small mounds of caramel-colored flesh. She arches her back, and even from that distance, I hear her quiet moans, signs of reward for the extra care taken to ensure each breast is thoroughly coated.

At last, after she’s spread the oil over her entire body, she lays down on the towel. She slips her sunglasses back on and is suddenly still. Maybe I could sneak out of the grass back into the water, make my way to my sandbar, gather my things and sneak away. But something-my inner pervert, perhaps-tells me to stay and edge closer.

I move ever so slightly just to test the sound I would create by trying to move. Between the bubbling of the river’s current, the lightly rustling leaves of the trees and the distant hum of an irrigation engine, I think I can proceed undetected.

I start to ease through the grass in her direction. I pause for a moment and look toward her. Yes, it seems that she won’t hear me, so I continue, and with slow, careful, deliberate movements, and I soon find myself within just a few yards of her. I’m close enough now to confirm the snake tattoo does indeed run all the way up the length of her thigh, the snake’s head hovering at the entrance to her pussy, its red flicking tongue extended as if ready to indulge a taste. My jealously flairs.

I remain squatting on my haunches in the tall grass. I watch her lying there, her back slightly arched, the sun caressing her glistening skin, beads of perspiration forming, then turning into streams, trickling down her breasts, across her stomach, pooling there, then flowing down the slope to her pussy. She reaches her hand between her legs, and slowly begins rubbing her clit. She moans again, and she slides a finger, then two, inside. She pumps them in and out, fucking herself, and I can hear the slurping sound of her juices with each thrust of her hand.

I can’t stand it anymore. My cock needs relief, and reflexively I begin to stroke myself. It doesn’t take long and I feel the impending explosion.

Just then, there’s a loud splash in the water between us. It’s a fish, perhaps excited about seeing both of us masturbating. Her hand flies away from her pussy and she sits up immediately. And I, squatting awkwardly while trying to masturbate, lose my balance and tumble forward through the grass, down a small embankment and into the water.

I look over to where she was laying. She’s now on her feet, staring at me. I’m in a pool of shallow water, on my elbows. My cock bobs out of the water like a fleshy periscope.

“Hi! Pretty fuckin’ hot out today,” is all I can think to say.

She looks at my cock, and then at me, then at my cock again, then finally at me again, then breaks into a wide grin. “This is my lucky day.”

“Huh?” I’m clearly expecting to rebuked.

“I’ve been coming here to sunbathe nude for years,” she says, “and I’ve never run into anyone before. But I’ve definitely been fantasizing about it.”

“I come here all the time, too,” I say. “It’s strange we never bumped into each other.”

“I guess I’ve never come this far up the river before.” She shakes her head in regret. “And to think all this time we could’ve been fucking.”

I’m startled by her comment and struggle for a response. Finally, “Better late than never?” I ask coyly.

Again she smiles. “Full disclosure?” she says.

“Um, we’re both naked. I think things are pretty fully disclosed.”

She laughs. “You’re right about that. I just think you should know this fantasy of mine is about you and me here on the river. Who do you think I was thinking about just now while I was fingering myself?”

“Me?” I ask hopefully.

“Yes, you,” she chuckles. “Well you and Heidi Connolly. I would love a three-some with you and her. beykoz escort kızlar She’s seventeen, right? “

“A three-some with Heidi Connolly?” I swallow hard. Yes, I’d love that, too. Heidi’s the towel girl that works at the gym, and to be honest, when I’m not masturbating thinking about fucking Heather, I’m masturbating thinking about fucking Heidi, who I think is only sixteen, but who’s counting?

She grins and nods, then says, “Come over here.” I eagerly get out of the water and practically run up onto the sandbar. My cock bounces out in front of me, and she eyes it shamelessly.

She reaches out and grabs my cock and uses it like a leash to pull me against her, crushing our chests together, my cock sandwiched stiffly between us. She pushes her mouth over mine, our tongues meet, and we kiss ferociously.

After a moment, she lets go and steps back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. If it weren’t for the security cameras at the gym, I’d have sucked your cock right there.”

Again, I don’t know how to respond. An image of me lying on a bench, Heather kneeling at my side, sliding her mouth up and down my shaft flashes through my mind. I swallow hard.

“Well,” she says smiling lustfully, “there aren’t any security cameras around here.”

She drops to her knees and wastes no time taking my cock in her mouth. She sucks on it hungrily, sliding it deep to the back of her throat, pumping up and down on it. Her plump, luscious lips encircle my shaft; her tongue messages it with tactile perfection.

She skillfully and playfully sucks my cock and licks my balls while reaching around and shoving a finger up my ass. It startles me at first, but in my current state of arousal my inhibitions have all but vanished. If she’s into, I’m into it.

Between the enthusiastic cock-sucking, her finger in my ass, and the excitement of the situation-in spite of having jacked-off earlier-I am on the verge of cumming in only seconds. I feel like I’m being lifted to the ethereal gates of ecstasy. She senses my impending orgasm and eases up and releases me.

She then invites me to lie down on my back, and she steps over me, straddling my head, facing the length of my body, spreading her legs. I look up to see her dripping pussy.

“I’ve seen you staring at Heidi’s sweet little pussy at the gym,” she says. “I can’t blame you. But I think you’ll like this better.” She rubs her hand over her pussy and guides several fingers inside. She slides them in and out several times, then brings her hand up to her mouth and begins to lick her fingers off. “Mmmm!” She points to her pussy. “This,” she says with a chuckle, “is a very good year.”

She squats down, lowering her wet cunt over my face. I extend my tongue, anxiously awaiting that first taste of nectar. I’m not disappointed. I lap and lick and suck ravenously at her flavorful pussy.

It brings her immense pleasure to have me eat her cunt, and it brings me greater pleasure to bring her such pleasure. As my tongue performs its magic on her pussy, she bends forward and again takes my cock into her mouth.

She works my cock over like an artist and once more leads me to the edge of an orgasm, pausing briefly to let the impulse recede, then beginning her masterpiece again. My tongue, too, paints pictures of passion across her pussy. Before long she’s cumming hard, and her cunt gushes with her sweet tasting fluid. I swallow it and savor the wonderful flavor.

I want it to go on and on. I could eat her pussy all day, but she has other ideas.

She lets go of my cock and wipes her chin. “Fuck me,” she says, pleading more than commanding. Her pussy is desperate to be filled with my meaty shaft.

She lies on her back and spreads her legs. Her pussy, wet and smooth, glistens in the sun, and eagerly invites me to enter. I fall to my knees, taking one last opportunity to run my tongue up her wet slit. Then I bring my cock up to her now gaping hole and put the head against her pussy and tell that snake to get the fuck out of the way.

My cock is drawn inside followed by the rest of my aching, quivering manhood. The feel of her steaming hot pussy around my throbbing cock sends electricity through my body. I almost cum but miraculously gain control, and the climax abates. I begin a slow, gentle, rhythmic fuck.

She grabs behind her knees and pulls them back toward her head, allowing my cock to penetrate deeply. She’s gasping and moaning and beginning to writhe. Another orgasm is already building inside her. I begin thrusting harder and faster, and her moans grow louder, more desperate. Her hands are rubbing and squeezing her breasts, her fingers squeezing and pinching her nipples. She’s quickly to the edge of ecstasy, and she wants to feel every firing synapse of pleasure. In seconds, the wave rises up and engulfs her. Her body explodes in one giant convulsive orgasm. She cries out, overcome by the jagged spasms of electric rapture that course through her being. My cock, slamming with determined frenzy into her pussy, pushes unholy luxury to every nerve ending. She feels consciousness slipping away in the grip of this pleasure that transcends anything that she has ever known. She is floating away on a raft of deep physical joy, and she does not resist, but prays instead that it goes on and on and on.