Take Me to the River - Part II

"Hold me, squeeze me, love me, tease me....."

So the next week Sandee and I met on a Thursday around 1 pm.  We had plenty of time to do whatever it was that we intended to do.  I brought some snacks and more importantly some prophylactics just in case a rich patron didn't leave any out on that island in the Potomac.  This was great because there was the anticipation but none of the nervousness, we were going to have fun regardless and it felt like an adventure.

Of course things never quite seem to come together perfectly for us.  As we were pulling our canoes out to the launch area Sandee casually mentioned that her son was mountain biking in the area so she had to keep an eye out.  I asked her if she thought he would be thinking about swimming out to a secluded island himself.  She said he was with friends not a "girl" friend so she doubted he would be seeking out the same activities.

That guy is a dead ringer for me!

We shoved off and paddled through the rough water.  This time we didn't turn right into the gentle canal, we headed straight for our island.  This day was much more clear so we made it to the island in short order.  Once there we pulled our boats onto the sand and walked around to the trail into the interior of the island.  We talked a bit, enjoyed the views, and ate our Sabra hummus and pretzel chip snack.

But my hands could not stay off Sandee's gorgeous body for long.  She was again in a tight tank top with tight capri/cargo type pants.  What is particularly sexy about her is that she has a very athletic look from all the time she spends outdoors and active.  She has perfect muscle tone in her arms, shoulders, and calves.  All in all she has just the right tone, ripped but not too much.  After our snack I motioned for her to sit on my lap as I was sitting on a stump.

After a minute of a heavily building kiss our hands gravitated south.  She was inside of my swim trunks moving her hand up and down the length of my shaft and I in turn had negotiated her tight pants and worked my hand between her legs and into her.  She gave me her seductive sigh as I moved my finger deep into her and rubbed inside along her pubic bone and then settled onto rubbing her clit.

I then pulled my hand back to afford her the room to straddle and grind against me.  She plunged her tongue deeper into my mouth.  I liked her forcefulness, she wanted me and was going to take me.

She gently slid off my lap and bent down in front of me now on her knees.  I helped her slip my trunks down and she rubbed my dick and smiled as she said "that's what I wanted."

She then gave me a very gentle and easy blow job.  Again, I admit to not ever really being enomored with blow jobs (I know I'm weird).  But to see and feel Sandee enjoy this was a complete turn-on.

Still I was not real comfortable so I was not sure I would cum.

But then we heard some voices.  We stopped and pulled up pants and pulled down shirts and carefully looked up.  Good news - no sons; bad news - fisherman slowly trolling along seeking that perfect fishing spot near a certain presumed vacant island.

We stopped and just hung in place, nervously laughing at the predicaments we always seem to get in.  But soon we came to the realization that those fishermen could not see us and that it would be really hot if we *ucked each other brains out right there with a pair of fishermen about 20 yards away.

Actually she's the blond!

I laid down in the sand and she sat on top of me and analyzed me, looking me over like a piece of meat.  I liked it.

After a few minutes we realized we did not hear voices anymore.  I looked up and did not see anyone.  That was the que.  Sandy leaned down and kissed me and moved her hand inside my trunks again.  I again helped her slip my trunks off.  Sandee then stood up to allow me to do the same for her, namely slide her pants off.  I then returned to my position on the sand, looking up at Sandee.  Sandee then sat down and mounted me.  We were both pretty wet so she immediately glidded over me with ease.

For a moment I have to admit being aware of the sand that was getting lodged into areas you don't want sand to go.  But this felt too good and I knew we would be finished quickly.

Sandee collapsed into my arms with her gentle sigh and I felt the resulting wetness across my waist.  I was right behind her.

Do you ever get out a pair of shoes about a month after getting back from the beach and realize "damn, there is still sand in here!"  It was good that this was so satisfying because as we stood up I realized I would be picking and brushing sand out of place the proverbial "sun don't shine" for days most likely.

But oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained.  It was certainly worth it.  We paddled back but as we got close Sandee stopped and looked at her phone.  It was a text from her son saying he would be glad to meet her at the dock.  Not good.  Sandee asked me to take an extra lap around the island (just kidding she just said wait a few minutes) and she would shake him off.  After about 20 minutes I saw her waving me to come ashore.  She told him she would meet him at the Wawa for a slushie in a few.  

So we packed up the canoes and had to say quick good-byes.  But what a great adventure.

We had encountered some risk but 

"the odds had been ever in our favor."    :)

Take Me to the River - Part I

"Dip me in the Water...."

Did you happen to catch in my Sandee post about the winter when I said something about a secluded island in the Potomac?

Of course not because I didn't talk about sex in that post so you just skimmed right over it!  OK, I probably would have to, it's OK.

Anyway, all winter Sandee and I had talked about canoeing again.  I really wanted to, my pride was on the line.  But this time I was going to be smart and go wherever Sandee told me.  She had talked about a place on the river that was much more placid than that place below the dam where I took my spill.  More importantly she talked about an island that one could paddle out to.  That sounded like my kind of place or more importantly the type of place I wanted to be with her!

So on a sunny Tuesday we decided to meet at her place on the river to go for a boat ride.

We shoved off in our canoes and turned up river.  The first 50 yards was fine and I was really enjoying the atmosphere.  Sandee looked gorgeous in a bright red tank top.  Sandee is small, about 5'4" and maybe around 120#'s but she has a great figure.  And her long blond hair was beautiful in that spring breeze.

As we paddled up-stream we did go past some rocks.  These rocks did create a little current in the river and I had to paddle a little more rapidly and forcefully to go forward.  As I was doing this I wobbled a bit.  I thought for certain I was going to go down again.  But this time I didn't try to over-compensate and worked with the current.  It was only about 20 yards before we got through this more challenging area (at least for me).

Past this we took a right turn down a gentle canal which is where a little creek runs into the Potomac.  We paddled down this canal and enjoyed the breeze and the flowers that were starting to bloom on the banks.  Yellow is Sandee's favorite color and there were a few Black-Eyed Susans poking their heads out.  After about 30 minutes Sandee paddled over to a secluded bank for a break.  I had brought some PBJ's and some water so we had a snack and just relaxed.  Of course there was some kissing involved as well.

The challenge was that while this was very peaceful it was not completely secluded as we had some neighbors, a delightful older couple romantically fishing about about 30 yards away.  I'm slightly compelled to do a faux post now about Ashley Madison and Hillbilly Handfishin' but I'm feeling a bit lazy so I'll have to put that on my ever expanding "to do" list for the future!   :)

At this point I brought up "the island."  I had just been following Sandee and we had not discussed it.  She said it was just past the canal.  She asked if I had time?  I looked at my phone and it was about 3:30 pm now.  I had some time but not a lot.  But I knew I wanted to see this place, scope it out, and decide if this was a place for a romantic encounter that would be decidedly "bloggable!"  Just kidding, though I really did want to see it.  It sounded very interesting and if I got laid out of the mission - all the better!

So we paddled back down the canal and turned right at the Potomac.  The island was maybe 200 yards up-river.  It was fairly windy that day so one did have to work pretty hard to get up-stream.  We made it though and parked our canoes on the banks and Sandee led me around the island to a trail that led to the interior.  The island was small, maybe about a half acre.  What was perfect though is that it was tree lined around the exterior but the interior was fairly clear and had the "tell tale" signs as a place kids go to campout (and screw) as there were some fire pits and a few empty beer cans around.  There was a tire swing and a rope swing that could go out over the river.   We poked fun at each other joking that a killer tribute from the Hunger Games was behind some bush ready to jump out at us and could we survive out here if we were hiding from the Capital Peacekeepers!   :)

All in all a wonderful place that Huck Finn would have been proud of.  Btw, Huck Finn is one of my all time favorite books along with Catcher in the Rye (I guess I feel a certain affinity with Huck and Holden).  Oh wait, I don't read so that must be BS!  Anyway, I certainly did feel at home.

The challenge was that it was now close to 4:30 pm and we had about a 30 minute paddle back to our car, I was about an hour from work and the gym to change, and pick-up for daughters was in about 2 hours.  Time to kiss and enjoy the breeze for a few more minutes but not enough time for, well - you know!

I thought to myself, this story screams for a part II.  So we left and decided that we would come back as soon as possible.

to be continued......