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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Raft (MF, rom, outdoors)
by Anon Author (c) 1993
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The Colorado River...surrounded by the mile high cliffs of the
Grand Canyon, the pastel colors of the walls contrasting sharply
with the deep blue of the sky, only a few clouds for texture.
We've planned this trip for months and are finally here.
Some of the finest whitewater in the world is along the Colorado,
but currently we are floating along one of the calmer spots on
the river and we are laying together in the bottom of our raft.
We have removed our shorts and shirts for the time being and are
in our swimsuits catching some sun and admiring the colors and
formations that only Mother Nature could create. The weather is
warm, but not oppressively so. There is a gentle breeze blowing
across the water to cool us as we float along.
I look over at you, admiring your beautiful body surreptitiously
as you look in the other direction at the rocks along the edge of
the water. You are so sexy, even though you wear a conservative
one piece bathing suit. Your eyes, even though they are averted,
looking elsewhere, are so sensual...what would be called "bedroom
eyes". Your lips are full and sensual and, oh God, so very
kissable. I love the way they feel as I gently press mine
against them, the way they delicately part and your tongue gently
grazes against mine as they begin to mingle. Your neck...I love
touching your neck as I kiss you...softly running my fingertips
along the side of your neck, across the top of your smooth
shoulder.
Your breasts are fairly large, your best feature, as you like to
call them, and your large nipples are clearly visible protruding
against the fabric. I am so familiar with them, I can almost
feel them between my lips, against my tongue as my teeth graze
against them. The thought of the way you moan whenever I do
that, the way your hips almost automatically thrust forward when
I touch your sensitive nipples, the way they harden at my touch,
causes my cock to harden within my swim trunks, as well.
My gaze wanders farther down your body, across your stomach...a
slight protrusion but oh so sexy because it's the one remaining
reminder of your carrying our child. I want to reach out and
touch it, remembering how it felt as she was kicking and raising
a fuss, but I don't want to break your concentration right now.
I want to continue allowing my eyes to take you in as you are off
in another world. Lower still, my eyes focus on your mound.
Though covered by your suit I know what lies there. The
smoothness of your pubic area is well known to me. The feel of
my mouth and tongue against your shaved pussy is one of my
greatest joys, and you've told me one of your greatest pleasures.
I have always enjoyed eating you, but ever since you shaved your
mound, it has become almost an obsession. Not only more of a
pleasure for me, but also for you. You have told me how much
more sensitive you feel. That combined with how much more eager
I feel adds up to incredible pleasure for both of us.
Your legs are incredible. Nicely shaped, muscular, I love seeing
them when you wear a short skirt. I love it even more when you
wear stockings under that short skirt and I get a flash of creamy
skin as you climb into the passenger's seat of the car. I love
the effect I can have on you as I run my tongue in circles and
nibble behind your knee. I love it most when they are
surrounding my waist, your heels against my ass urging me on as I
thrust deep, hard and fast into you. Your feet...I love the
effect I can have on you when I kiss the tops of your feet...when
I run my tongue along the sole of your foot...when I take each
toe into my mouth and suck on them, running my tongue between
them, wrapping it around each of them.
"Well, what have we here?" you ask, touching my now completely
erect cock through my trunks. It appears you have been watching
me the last few minutes instead of the shore as I was lost in my
own personal daydream.
"It hasn't been THAT long, has it?" I tease.
"Actually, love, just by feel I'd say it is quite long, but I'm a
much more visual person so I think I may have to just do an
actual visual check," you reply as you reach into my trunks,
encircling my hardness with your hand.
A moan escapes my lips but is cut off early by your lips pressing
against mine. My hand reaches to cup your breast as your hand
slides up and down my cock, gently but firmly coaxing me to even
greater lengths. My hand slips under the material to your suit
and I can feel your large hard nipple pressing into the palm of
my hand. A soft moan passes from your mouth to mine and I return
it as your hand involuntarily squeezes me harder in reaction to
my touch against you. The tip of my cock in now protruding from
the top of my trunks and the head glistens in the sun, coated
with the precum that you have urged from it's tip. We are eager
for each other now and our bodies are witness to this fact. The
hardness in your hand, the hardness against my palm, our musky
scents upon the gentle breeze.
We maneuver around, laying next to each other in the bottom of
the raft, our feet at opposite ends, pressing against the ends of
the raft as our mouths find what we want to taste of each other.
You lower my trunks around my thighs and slowly take my cock into
your mouth. I've watched this process many times and even though
I can't see you now I know how your tongue is circling my
mushrooming head, flicking over the tip, tasting me. I can
visualize how your lips run up and down the length of my turgid
shaft, feeling every ridge and vein along my length.
I wrap my arms around your legs, encircling them. My fingers
move the material of your suit to the side, exposing your
glistening pink lips to the air...and to my tongue. I run just
the tip of my tongue along your folds, just barely touching you
with a feather soft pressure. I spread your lips farther and
slowly insert my tongue inside you as far as I can. Your hips
wriggle at this, pressing harder against my mouth, wanting me
farther inside you, but alas, a tongue is only so long. Just
enough to tantalize you, but not nearly enough to satisfy you. I
proceed upward until I feel the hardness of your clit against the
firmness of my tongue and I feel you gasp against my cock, the
sudden inrushing of air into your mouth cooling my shaft. Then
your moan as you exhale vibrating against my glans. Even over
the sounds of the water lapping against the side of the raft, I
can hear the sucking sounds of your mouth on me and mine on you,
and those sounds somehow manage to turn us on even more
profoundly than we already are.
Looking over the side of the raft, up and down the river I make
sure we are still alone. As much fun as it is to fantasize about
making love in public, we are not exhibitionists in reality.
Indeed we are alone for as far as I can see and I tell you that I
want to make love with you right now, right here on the river.
We slide out of our suits and you lay in the bottom of raft, the
motion of the water rocking your hips invitingly at me. Never
being one to refuse such an invitation I lay on top of you (it's
damn near impossible to kneel in the bottom of a raft with any
control)! It is also almost impossible to get any traction in
the bottom of a raft, so we shuffle back toward the edge of the
raft until I can place my feet against the wall.
Taking my cock in your hand, you guide me to your opening and I
easily begin to slide into you. Suddenly we float over a rock
and your hips are thrust upward completely engulfing my throbbing
member. We are both taken by surprise and release a sudden gasp.
In our passion, we have failed to notice the upcoming whitewater,
but also because of our passion we are beyond caring. The raft
pitches and rolls, thrusting me in and out of you, not in a
rhythmic motion as we would normally be used to, but in a frantic
animalistic frenzy that lifts you, driving me deeply into you,
crushing my balls against your ass then dropping you until I
almost completely come out of you before catching the next lift
and burying me inside you once again. The irregular motions,
both forward and backward, in addition to the up and down forces
the upper ridge of my cock to stimulate your clit in ways you've
never experienced, bringing you to the edge, backing off then
driving you to the edge once again. Our breathing is irregular,
both from our sexual excitement and from the rush of the ride.
Your hands are grasping my ass, trying to hold me deep within you
as your climax rushes over you. You feel my cock expanding
within you signaling the start of my own orgasm as we hit yet
another bump, a major one, and you lose your grip. Your ass
drops and my cock pops out just as my climax begins. It's almost
like a slow motion movie as my contractions begin, spewing my
come from the tip of my cock, sending it in ribbons outward and
over your body. The first jet, always the most intense, hits
your mouth, the second goes onto your breasts, the third your
stomach and finally the last few drip down to your pussy where
your hand rubs it into yourself.
As our senses begin to return to us, we look over the side of the
raft and find that the water has calmed once again. It seems the
whitewater was just a short stretch, amazingly well timed as it
turns out and nothing at all dangerous. Just exciting for the
moment. We maneuver our raft over to the bank and find a sandy
spot to pull out for the moment, going for a swim to cleanse
ourselves and continuing our journey down the mighty Colorado.