Rappahannock River

We were two of five chaperones for a group of teenagers on a canoe/camping trip. We came up from our suburban address on a late June afternoon. We set camp, had dinner and prepared for an early morning canoe trip. Late that evening, after dinner, after lights out, while everyone still tittered in the tents, we went exploring. We were camped on an embankment above the Rappahannock. Although Culpeper glowed anemically on the horizon, we were far from city lights and walking around camp with just the moon was an adventure in itself.

Our intent had been to explore and escape the kids. As our eyes adjusted to the ambient light, we decided to risk a climb down the embankment to a spot lit by the rising moon-a small island bounded by rapids.

After much sliding and slipping we made it down and waded in. The water was cold, rushing around our shins, and we held hands as we crossed to the little spit of land. Once on the island, we hugged, kissing, my hands in your shirt, you warning we’d get caught, me saying I have an idea.

I kneel and pull your swim trunks to your ankles, wrapping my chilled hands around your growing erection. On my knees, I lick the tip of your cock, slowly taking its length into my mouth, cupping your balls, nuzzling the curly hair. You sigh, wrapping your hands in my hair, holding my head, slowly fucking my mouth.

Its a hot night-the woods dense with cicadas and the whir of mosquitoes. You are lost in the motion of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, my mouth warmer than the night air but not by much. I reach into the waist of my shorts, snaking under the elastic of my panties so that I can touch myself. I love the weight of your cock, its mass resting on my tongue. I rub my fingers in my own wetness and rub them expertly over my swollen clit.

The feeling of your cock hitting the back of my mouth, thrusting into my throat, resonates through me, stirring me down to my cunt. My heart is pounding, the blood rushing in my brain as I feel an orgasm rise in me. I cum in great spasms but keep sucking your cock.

I am sweating now. I can taste the salt and feel the stickiness on the backs of my thighs where they are compressed against my calves. I pull back from your cock and rise, kicking off my shorts and panties, taking your hand, pulling you to the spot where the river runs in a white stream over the rocks.

The flush of the cold water shrinks your cock and cools my legs. We reach a point where the water rises to mid-thigh. We are kissing now, our shirts wet, grinding your groin into my leg. We reach the rocks and standing on my tip toes, I pull you close, my ass against the rock, one hand on your cock, bringing it to life, the other hand on my lips, spreading them, guiding your hardening erection into me. I moan as you push in, wrapping one leg around your waist, holding your shoulders tightly, biting your neck, as you slowly, blissfully, fuck me.

The water rushes around us. We are backlit by the moon, two silhouettes in the water, breathing, grunting, urging each other, immersed in the water, the sensation of your hot hard cock in my oh so wet pussy, moving more forcefully now as we cum together, slipping into the water and drifting until it is too shallow and we must break from each other.