A half-hour later, after a ride down a winding dirt road alongside an even windier river, they parked underneath a copse of trees on the riverbank, stripped quickly in the car, then ran into the cool water of the lazy running river.
Swift River was famous for its ironic name; it was only swift as it passed over the dam in the middle of town. Upstream, it was renowned for the many twists and turns in its path, as it meandered through the farmland all around. By unspoken decree, all the farmers encouraged trees to grow deeply on both banks, and the little preserve that sprung up there included a large contingent of deer, plus all manner of birds and reptiles.
The numerous oxbows afforded privacy all along the length of the river, and many perfect fishing nooks and picnic spots during the day. Of course, at night, couples would come here to do what Lenny and Sally were doing right now. In fact, these two passed a few cars parked in other secluded areas, as they searched for a private spot to claim their own.
It was a locale that even the Police left alone, as long as the kids respected the peace and quiet of the region. It was a small miracle that wild parties were considered uncool here so that lovers would forever find a place to be alone together. Priorities, after all.
Lenny and Sally entered the river hand in hand, splashing all around, then came together in a deep kiss. They swam around together in the cool river water, occasionally reaching out to touch one another, or cop a quick feel, or a deep kiss. Sally maneuvered her body over to a large rock protruding from the water, with a great many initials and hearts carved into the stone all around, reminders of other friends and lovers who shared this same space in different times.
She sat him up on a ledge on the boulder, like seating the king upon his throne, and once his rampant prick was exposed, she used both hands to stroke him fully. A beam of moonlight broke through the clouds and the trees, illuminating his wet body, shimmering in the night.
“I actually dreamt about this very moment, you know,” Sally said.
“Really?” Lenny panted. “I could never dream anything as beautiful as this.”
Sally smiled, “Well, you don’t have to dream it, do you?” She planted a smooch upon his pulsating dick head. “Now all you have to do is remember it.”
Sally took his cock deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around him as he moaned beneath her. She fellated him slowly and deeply, savoring the feel of his living flesh within her mouth. The moonbeam disappeared back into the clouds, and Sally went to town on his prick, slobbering all over him as she bobbed her mouth up and down on him as fast as she could.
After only a minute, she broke off to catch her breath, and then Lenny pounced off of the stone. He tackled her in the water, then lifted her as if she didn’t weigh a thing, depositing her body upon the boulder, then spread her legs wide, and crawled between them.
At that moment, the moonbeam returned from hiding and lit up the naked nymph upon the large stone, her wet skin glistening, laying back, about to be devoured by the legendary beast of Swift River.
“Wow,” Lenny whispered, running his hands up and down her thighs. “Something else I could never have dreamed, yet will never forget.”
Sally placed her hand on his head and pulled his mouth toward to steaming teenage snatch. “Lick me, Daddy…, make me cum!”
Lenny dove into his task with enthusiasm, sticking his tongue deep inside her hungry vaginal hole, and twisting it all around. He hooked her legs under his arms, reaching up to grope each of her breasts in his hands.
Sally leaned her head back and let out a groan of pure satisfaction, “Oooohhhh, Lenny, Lick me, baby… Right there! Yes!!” She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled his sucking lips and stabbing tongue where she wanted them in her nether regions; where she was sure they would deliver the most pleasure.
