Riverbed Reveries

We kissed. Our first passionate kiss in days. Will had his hands under my bum, and I suddenly wanted him. I had been teaching at a Christian Summer Camp, and when Will came to pick me up, I took him for a short walk along the river. The air hung heavy with humidity, clinging to my skin as we strolled along the muddy bank. The scent of pine needles and damp earth filled my nostrils, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the camp. As we walked, I found myself increasingly drawn to Will's touch, the warmth of his hand sending shivers down my spine. It wasn't just the physical sensation; there was something primal, something deeply familiar, that ignited within me as I leaned into his embrace.

I dropped my shorts, the cool air a welcome relief against my heated skin. Will lay down on the grass, a comfortable weight beneath me, and I instinctively positioned myself astride him. It felt so good, a sudden, exciting transition from being a camp leader, a life of rules and restrictions. But almost as quickly we both realized that we were too close to the camp, the looming trees and distant cabins a constant reminder of the life we'd left behind. I pressed down one more time, and he felt so nice it took all my will power to lift my pussy off him. "Please stay," Will moaned, his voice thick with desire.

“I have just been teaching boys that self-control is a virtue. And we don’t want to be seen,” I whispered, pulling slightly harder. The words felt strange on my tongue, a conscious effort to maintain some semblance of composure amidst the rising heat. We held each other tightly, our breaths mingling, as the tension built between us. The world around us faded away, reduced to the immediate sensation of his body against mine, the silent promise of what was to come.

When we had left the camp and were nearly halfway home, I suddenly remembered an old walking track that had a carpark. "Let's stop here!" I exclaimed, pulling him to a halt. Will braked, turned off the road, and stopped under the trees. We had been single and on a day hike when we were last there. I got out and ran up the trail and was sitting with my bare bottom on a boulder when Will panted into the clearing. He kissed his hands and me cupped my breasts under my shirt. His thumbs pressed my nipples, and I spread for him. He slid a dripping finger up to my clit, and I reached down and unzipped his shorts. He gasped as I fondled him. The scent of his arousal filled my senses, intoxicating and overwhelming.

Will grabbed my bottom and pulled me towards him. He had to hoist me up surprisingly high to lower me onto his erection. We both “aaahed” with relief and then Will tried thrusting. He lifted me a bit and rotated his hips, moving inside me. I whispered encouragement. He was just getting the rhythm when we heard voices coming down the trail. Will quickly hoisted me off and stood me on the ground. I had my shorts on one ankle and was in them nearly as quickly as Will could get zipped up without risking injury. The adrenaline surged through my veins, a potent mixture of pleasure and fear.

As we got in the car, we were laughing at our narrow escape. We were both experiencing withdrawal symptoms, but we had arranged to meet up with some old friends at a restaurant on our way home. Jan and Tom had been married a couple of months longer than us and were obviously very happy. They gave us the impression that they were experts at being married and had done lots of exciting things. We felt even more like total amateurs. Of course, we do know about things like cunnilingus, fellatio, rear entry, etc., and we do plan to do them. It is just that, at the moment, they seem to us to be a bit, I don't know, immodest perhaps.

Back in the car, I said, "Let’s go home, I have something that just has to be done." On the road, I confided to Will that when Jan was leaning over talking to us and looking voluptuous, I had suddenly realized that they do the same things as us. I couldn’t help picturing her naked on her back and those lovely big boobs… He admitted the thought had occurred to him too. We couldn’t drop the subject quickly enough. The conversation swirled around us, a mixture of desire and embarrassment, as we wrestled with our own burgeoning fantasies.

At home, Will joined me in the shower, stood behind me and washed me using his hands until I was tingling all over, my crotch and breasts got special attention. I turned and squirted soft soap on him and gave him a thorough rub over. I felt his firm erection and gently squeezed each of his balls. He gets a certain look on his face when I do that, but I do know to be gentle. The water cascaded over us, a cleansing ritual that heightened our senses and amplified our desire. The steam filled the air, clinging to our skin as we moved closer, our bodies brushing against each other in a silent language of longing.

“OK, let’s get out and get dry,” Will said, his voice low and husky. But he was still wet, and I was only half dry when he pushed me onto the bed. I willingly guided him in; it was becoming a matter of urgency for both of us. I said, “Bet I can make you come first.” “But what is the reward?” he challenged, his eyes glinting with anticipation. “Winner gets a free quickie on demand.” “You’re on,” he replied, his voice filled with playful aggression.

I rolled him over and went to work. I gripped him tightly and moved up and down, teased him with my tits until he took them and played with my nipples. He was moaning, I was rubbing my clit on him, and when he went over the top, I let mine happen too, screaming and yelping in what he calls “my typical girlie orgasm.” He is such a romantic. The intensity of the moment, the raw, unbridled pleasure, left us breathless and trembling. We clung to each other, lost in the afterglow of our shared experience.

We kissed. We are always sucking on each other, but we had been like that from when we first met. Then we got all post-coital philosophical about how it is that married sex does make us feel even more loving. Will said that maybe it was just hormones. I said I thought it was God blessing us for being virgins and never having had anyone else. Eventually, we decide that it is a mystery and go and have another shower. The warm water washed away the sweat and the lingering scent of arousal, leaving us clean and renewed, but the memory of our encounter would forever remain etched in our minds, a potent reminder of the fiery passion that burned between us. The world outside faded away as we embraced once more, lost in the comfort of each other’s arms, ready for whatever adventures awaited us as husband and wife.

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