Part 4
In the field, by the hedge, Tony looked at Dennis with eyes wide open. Dennis had just suggested Tony might like to be fellated by his new female friend, Fiona.
"Thought that might get your attention."
"But, but, but she's your girl..."
"No, no, it is just about sex. We're not going out. It's not romance. Well, certainly not yet. Can't say I feel that way. I see her more like you -- just friends. Like - not love."
Tony swallowed, "I, I don't know. I do very much want to have sex again -- proper sex not just - nice though it is - wanking. What... I just come around one evening, for dinner -- that'd be nice - and then... do I spend the night? Three in a bed? I... this is all a bit sudden. I suppose... it seems a little sordid."
"You won't think so when your cock's recovered."
That was true enough. Tony knew his scruples would go with his arousal. Did he or didn't he want to? She was obviously an attractive woman; he was sure he could trust Dennis' judgment on that, and he'd not exactly been circumspect with his relations with Dennis.
"Perhaps," said Dennis, "I could invite her to join us on a walk -- here."
The idea of the three of them entering the water naked was not exactly unpleasing to Tony. The idea of a woman he did not know being happy to simply undress and go skinny dipping was certainly congenial.
"Fiona liked the idea. She was intrigued to hear about you and me and our little mutual... um... shared wanking."
"She knows!"
"She loves the idea of seeing us wading into the river with cocks in the air. She'll insist!"
Tony blinked. Not just simple skinny dipping then. Could he do it? He had got sort of used, indeed rather liked, being both naked and wandering around with them both turgid. A strange sexual practice but, as he had said before, he was fifty and could do such things if he liked -- in private anyway. But with someone he had never met before, not even socially let alone without clothes and expected to sport an erection and... Dennis had said she would 'insist' -- perhaps she might lend a hand.
"I'm up for it." He wasn't, he'd ejaculated not many minutes before, but he rather thought he would be on the day. "Why not?" Why not indeed? In many ways it sounded like a wet dream come true.
An Indian summer afternoon. The two men did not hurry back to cross the river and resume their walk. Quite happy to laze naked and free on the grass in the sunshine talking of this and that -- and of Fiona. Eventually they stood and made their way through the gate and into the wood but on the riverbank, they paused and sat down, toes touching the water.
"You know, Tony, I might have another wank before we swim. Wank, swim, afternoon walk, cup of tea and cake. Sound good to you?"
Tony reached and pulled back his foreskin. "Yep, fine by me. What shall we discuss? Perhaps we should leave Fiona..."
"And go for fantasy not reality?"
Tony swallowed. The idea of a morning or afternoon doing what they had been doing but with a woman likely to become real was quite something. "Um, yes. Those girls?"
"Where did we leave them? Fingers in quims on the riverbank wasn't it?"
"Yeah, we wanking and they frigging, everyone watching everyone else."
"Voyeuring but not in secret, not looking over a hedge but them just there in front of us, open and wet."
"That's done the trick."
And it had, their companionable turgidity had returned. Their blood filled their penises and they had something substantial to slide their foreskins against. It was an enjoyable thing to do with the warm sun on their skin and the gentle passing of the river giving a sort of music to their ears; good to stroke themselves, talk about the three girls, imagine them all swimming together and then rather more; neither man in any way embarrassed when one after another their manly fluid dripped or shot from the ends of their penises into the moving water to be taken away.
"That was a nice one," said Dennis.
They sat for a little while longer watching the water as their penises slowly descended.
"It's a good way to spend an afternoon! Shall we head on for that cup of tea and cake? Yep, enjoyed that wank." Tony paused, "Um, and the other one!"
Dennis reached out his hand and they shook rather formally, wanking hand clasped to wanking hand, and then they stood and waded into the river, heading for clothes, more walking and the promised visit to tearooms.
The discussed walk with Fiona was not long delayed: the Indian summer would not last and if they were going to swim it needed to be soon. Tony put the phone down and looked at himself in the mirror. Was he really, that very morning, going to be going for a walk with Dennis and Fiona, was he really going to be skinny dipping and almost certainly at some point be brought off by a hand that was not his own? That had not happened since... Tony winked at himself and hurried off to bathe and shave. He wanted to look his best even if it was, not quite, a date.
And there she was, in Dennis' car waiting outside Tony's house. He hurried from the front door, pulled open a rear door and was in the car saying, 'Good morning.' If he had had a hat on, he would have raised it.
Dennis touched the indicator and Fiona turned, holding out her hand, 'Hello Tony, lovely day."
And it was. It held tremendous promise in rather a number of ways. He saw her eyes taking him in, even glancing down at his bare knees, shown under his walking shorts.
They talked, pleasantries at first but getting to know the other as Dennis drove out of town. Fiona was not, of course, some eighteen-year old schoolgirl. A mature woman in her thirties, well into her thirties, perhaps even a bit more; her hair a mousey brown worn long and swept back from her forehead; her face perhaps a trifle masculine though maybe that was the strong jaw and wide mouth, a ready smile though; brown eyes under clearly thinned eyebrows. Nice wrinkles to her forehead when she talked both horizontal across and vertical above her nose. A good enough looking woman but the smile and look of confidence making her really rather attractive. Tony did not miss the pink painted fingernails or the pleasing collared blouse, open at the neck and showing a nice silver necklace. She did have a long neck.