Unexpected Sex by the Thames...last summer

William Morris, the poet, among other things, acquired a house in the Cotswolds, around 1871. Kelmscott Manor. The wonderful building was down the road from the guest house where I was staying last September....five days of unbroken sunshine.... The Thames was a further few minutes from the Manor. Not surrounded by buildings and concrete as in London, but this part by trees, grass, farms, birds, flowers, and so on. A walker's dream area.

I was roaming around the Manor gardens, when a convention in a modern outbuilding was closing, and an array of attractive, well dressed women emerged. One was especially so! She didn't follow the others into the tearooms, but walked towards the gate, where I was standing, making my way to the river.

By the way, this is 'based on' what happened, but of course enhanced for extra excitement, and fantasy...

She said hi to me. There was no-one else around, so I realized she was speaking to me! Hello, I replied. Our eyes were fixed on each other's. Four clear grey eyes! I really was transfixed. She said that she was going to see the river, and asked if I'd like to come along. I told her that that was where I was headed. I was feeling seriously excited. She was wearing 'city' clothes, even on this now really warm day. Black, high heeled shoes, opening out to show two deep red varnished toes on each foot. Black stockings. Heaven knows what underneath! A really beautiful short skirt, and loose top. She let me know a secret: she had removed her bra in the toilet after the meeting, because of the heat. I wished she hadn't told me.

She told me I was gorgeous, in amongst the general conversation. I told her that SHE was, rather than I. We found a place on the grass by the river, just out of sight from the path that led walkers along the riverbank. Let's sit, she said. What about your skirt, I asked? She ignored this, and removed her shoes, and stockings! Fuck, I thought. Her feet were light red from being so warm from her shoes, and had shoe lines, which dazzled me. I caught sight of her sex. So she HADN'T been wearing panties. I had been wondering. Of course! She's me, I thought! I just had flats on, with bare legs, bare sex, bare breasts, and just a breezy skirt and teeshirt. I was on holiday. I didn't care. Let everyone stare. They do, anyway.

Her mouth was on mine before I realized. I opened mine to meet hers, and let her tongue in. Roles emerge, and this time she was the dominant one. I happily submitted. I lowered my face to her and her mouth took mine. She pulled my hand to her. She was so hot down there. The sweat from my hand and her moisture made it easy to slide over her. And into her. And she did the same to me. Fingers completely inside each other. Her tongue playing slowly inside my mouth. She rubbed beautifully and I came. Liquid flowed out of me. I could feel it...........

She pushed me back. Raised my abdomen to her. My legs fell apart, and back. Everything was exposed. I heard walkers not far away..I was way too passive and excited to care. She was lovingly licking my anus, and inserting her tongue. I was begging for it to be longer! Her middle finger obliged, and her tongue lightly, side to side, licked my clitoris. Two more fingers found my vagina, and slowly deeply, inserted. After a while I was a little delirious. SO exposed to this woman. I shook and came again. Glad that we were on the ground, because I should have fallen, anyway.

She released me and lay back. She told me that she needed to orgasm...badly! I gently kissed around her thighs. Inside her thighs. I made my way to her pussy, and she automatically opened for me. Oh my gosh what beauty. She was perfect. I settled down, placed my open mouth flush to her. No gaps. I felt her labia, her vagina and clitoris, with my tongue. What a sweet taste. Musk and cream and honey. I circled her clitoris, delicately, and side to side. On and on. She rose and fell. I knew she wanted to moan loudly. But we couldn't. And that mounting pressure to. Finger me she whispered. As she had done, I placed fingers inside her places. As deep as I could. And created a rhythm, focussing on all three places. Remorselessly on, and on. She was definitely crying, and convulsed into orgasm. Everything of her was mine, as I slowed and my stimulations became softer. She quivered with little orgasms. Only when she softly stopped did I release her. I knew that she throbbed inside like I did.

I also knew that she knew that we needed this again. Very soon. Like, that evening. She told me where she was staying. I went to her later that evening. For sex. Losing our balance, but we managed to get dressed again. And somehow walk back to the Manor car park. Where her Ferrari (true) was parked. Fuck, I thought. Not for the first time.