Most of my stories are just me, myself and I. All but one or two belong in the masturbation section. I rarely write about a coupling simply because I'm not usually one to kiss and tell details. This is something that's been in fantasies for sometime, I hope you like it as much as I have.
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The River
The one hundred-eighty-seven mile long Willamette River runs north in a winding and often dangerous path before it merges with the even larger Columbia and eventually finding the Pacific Ocean. It, along with its tributaries, forms the basin region named the Willamette Valley where eighty-six percent of Oregon's population resides. The largest towns in Oregon were built along its edge for easier shiping of goods and supplies; Eugene at its starting point.
There are areas where the water runs a dirty brown and areas where it runs clear as ice blue glass with icey white caps and you can see every rock, stone, fish and plant beneath it's surface. My favorite place in all the world is a slight out cropping that can only be reached by walking through some bushes from a bike path near by. The out cropping is mainly packed dirt, but there is a fallen log, and depending on the season, a six inch to four foot drop to the water.
During the day you can see the working plant across the way half hidden by trees and bushes and the over pass connecting the city of Eugene and the city of Springfield. I love this spot becauase I can sit there and see the balance of nature and humanity. The sound of the water is as calming as my own heart beat.
Another reason I like this spot is that it's protected from the bike path by bushes and I can do nearly anything I want there. I've had nude pictures taken there, I've sat and day dreamed, drawn and sketched, and even slept.
One night, my friend James called me wanting to meet up. James and I are friends under the loosest sense of the word, we only see each other when we're horny and want to fuck. He's taller then me, built well and has a southern Cajun accent. This time we couldn't be at either my place or his, so I offered my spot by the river.
We pulled into the parking lot near the entrance to the bike path. He leaned across for a kiss and I obliged him hungrily. I could already feel my body's beginning soft thud. Jamie's hand slide up my waist to cup my breast and I moaned against his lips. When we finally separated, I jumped out and walked around the back of his red pick-up. Where I caught his hand and started to pull him down the walk way.
The night sky was clear and what few stars could be seen through the city night sparkled high beyond. No clouds cluttered the view past the tops of the gently packed trees. He slid his hand down my back over my ass and danced away playfully giggling. But when he slipped his hand down the front of my pants and found my pussy already wet I could only moan and clutch his arm to me.
He pet me for a moment and pulled his hand out. I grabbed him and slowly licked his fingers clean. Running ahead I looked back at Jamie to make sure he followed. It was dark along the trail, what little light filtered through the leaves of the trees laid wild patterns across the floor and our bodies moving silently along the walkway.
I left the bike path and made my way through the light bushes on the animal trail to my spot. He found me looking out across the water at the lights of the factory and the head lights of semi trucks driving over the bridge. The trees, the small island in the middle of the river all but dark shadows in the darkness; crickets chirped from their beds and the rustle of a rabbit could be heard behind us.
