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The River

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Perhaps it was the sunlight on the water, perhaps it was the illusion of a warm spring day, even though it is still January, I find myself sitting on the jetty mezmerised by the sparkles on the water. The sun warms my face and I feel at peace with the world. My left foot is almost touching the water. Were it warmer, I would have kicked off my shoes and let the water cool my feet. My right knee is drawn up and my foot on the bank beside me.

I close my eyes and drink in the warmth of the sun. I feel it everywhere. My face is warm, my legs and then I become aware that is it warming my knickers. I feel my pussy warm under its touch and with it, my clit begins to pulse. The main road is right there, across the river, but I don't care. I reach up my skirt and caress the moistness, pressing the cotton against my deliciously hard bud.

Another stroke, and then another. I feel the tingle of arousal instantly and I know that, right here, in full view, I am going to cum into my knickers. It is then that I see him. So old. His face covered with a white beard and he is sitting on an upturned lobster pot on the oppposite bank. Am I repulsed? No. Why should I be. I continue my masturbation and I watch as he rubs himself over his trousers. He has the advantage of his back to the road so when he takes his cock out, no one can see but me.

It is big, far bigger than one would have thought. I find myself wondering how many women he has had in his life. Together, our eyes now locked we masturbate towards the final goal. As his pace quickens, so does mine. He is leaning back now, straining as if to get to me, and I am arching my own back, partly to get to him, but also because I know I will squirt. Then, with not a word passing between us, we sense the exact moment of the other's orgasm. He spurts jet after jet into the water and I spray it with my own wetness. The river acts between us and consumates our desire. I watch his sperm drift lazily on the water and the oily wetness of my ejaculation spreads on the surface.

Somehow, it feels natural when they meet.



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