I sat on the cliff face above the river, the tall grass growing in scattered clumps along the rock face. The contrast was hypnotizing at this time of evening, stark and dry, moving with the breeze. I looked across the river to the other, higher cliffs that had been carved by millions of years of rushing water. No movement as yet, it was getting dark and these trails are not so safe in daylight, let alone pitch black.
I was beginning to worry, my only company an american dipper down below, diving for snails and popping up onto rocks to sing loudly, echoes trailing off into the gloaming. I had been through this before, in waking life, that weekend you surprised me by showing up with Dave, my heart leaping as you crossed the bridge exhausted.
The dipper trilling again, I took a sip of whiskey, scanning the cliffs across the river once more. I heard something very faint, washed out by the rushing water and dipper song....but it was there.
I cocked my head as I stood. There it was again, a little more present this time. It was a voice, coming from the cliffs my eyes had been searching. Though I could not hear the words, I knew it was you.
I yelled your name and flashed my flashlight in that direction, catching movement now.
You were yelling my name, I could hear it clearly as I took a step down the trail.
"over here sweety"!!.......I yelled again, hands cupped to the sides of my mouth.
I could just see you moving in and out of the tree line, high atop the rock face as I flashed my light again. I was suddenly flush with that happiness I so often experienced with you, flowing through me like the warm rush of a sweet wine high. I picked my way excitedly down the rocky trail, stopping now and then to catch another glimpse of you.
You had vanished, I knew you where entering the part of the trail that led to the bridge. I stood on my side and waited, anxious to see you appear. As you came into view, I gasped at what I saw. You were completely nude, not a stitch hiding your soft , radiant form. I was completely overwhelmed, mute. You gracefully walked toward me, smiling, dark eyes flashing. It was like watching the most beautiful woman god saw fit to create, walking towards me in slow motion.
I stood slack jawed as you glided to me, black hair being played with by the breeze, hips swaying.
I had always known your beauty, but this was so erotic, your absolute raw womanhood on display.
You finally arrived within my reach. Raising my arms as you stepped into them, I slid my hands around your warm, silky hips, a rush of desire filled my skin.
My hands firmly cupping your round ass, as your hands found my trapped, pulsing member. Just as I felt I would have you then and there.
"surprise"............you whispered in my burning ear.
I woke to a diamond cutter of a hard cock, closed my eyes again....and had you anyway.
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