Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 21:26:07 +0100 (BST)
From: Matriarch <matriarch49@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Summer Outing

This story contains explicit depictions of a loving and caring
relationship. If you find real love offensive, I suggest you try and get
your thrills somewhere else.


The Summer Outing
By
Matriarch


Part 1

In a quiet, sleepy, picturesque corner of Essex, right on the border with
even sleepier Suffolk, there is a small village called Dedham.  Its is an
appealingly beautiful place, and very famous with tourists because it is
the centre of the part of England most associated with John Constable, one
of England's most famous Victorian painters, and Dedham church the subject
of one of his best known paintings.

Dedham has a small river, The Stour, which runs through it, and on that
river, one can hire old fashioned rowing boats and just drift up and down
in warm sunlight, soft breezes, and on each side on a busy day, sometimes
you will see fishermen - and women, I have done it.  In the fields there
are herds of cows, which roam freely.  Dotted all along its length, there
are huge ancient oaks, which, if they could talk, could tell such tales of
the sights and sounds of things that have gone on around them. The river
twists and turns sometimes gently, sometimes sharply, and occasionally
there is an overgrown side stream, which beckons the inquisitive.

Today, we are going for a boat ride on that river, in the warm sunshine.
We have a picnic basket, with delectable nibbles, a bottle of wine, which I
will hang over the side of the boat to chill and a soft blanket.  We also
have a bag with a few extras.

You are wearing a very thin, almost transparent white summer dress, with a
tight fitting bodice, pre-formed bra and no straps, we don't want strap
marks on your shoulders as the sun lightly tans your skin.  White
suspender, and white stockings and high-heeled shoes, not too high.  You
insisted "....it is never too hot for stockings," and that you wouldn't
feel dressed properly without them.

Before we left the house, we had made love, soft and long, several times
actually.  I cannot resist you when we first awake, or in the shower, or
while you were in the kitchen preparing the food, and then you had to go
and bend over the sofa 'trying to find something' (well you found
something, and how!).  While you were still soft and amenable and wet from
your cumming, I fitted a pleasure belt to you, not the panties, I thought
it would be too warm today.  Of course, we had to try out the remote, just
to make sure it was working.  It worked. It worked on me too, and I'm not
wearing them.  I am, however, already harnessed up.  Although I have not
told you this but you have probably guessed it.

I am also wearing white.  Thin cotton pants, a t-shirt, not tight, but not
loose; comfortable, with the sleeves to my elbows, and my usual beads,
black and white this time, and matching band around my wrist.  And sandals,
sensible, sport sandals.  Each time I look down I see my painted toenails,
and just shake my head, chuckling at my weakness in allowing you to do it.
But at the time, you had left me so limp and weak from your loving I had no
strength to argue, just let you do it.  At least it was subtle, a sort of
pale coffee shade.  Thank god it wasn't red.

We had loaded the car and enjoyed a pleasant drive through the Essex and
Suffolk countryside, through narrow winding back roads, the sun dappling
through the high trees lining much of the route, and then glinting on
ripening wheat and barley which was dancing lightly in the breeze, as we
emerged from the trees into occasional flat areas.  Dipping down the final
hill, we emerged into Dedham village, and I slowed so that you could take
in the pleasant sight that it presented.  The Village green hiding behind
the church and nearby cottages, where the sounds of a cricket match could
be heard.  At the far end of the main street stood the towering church of
the famous painting.  In the middle of the square, just before the church,
the old horse trough and the more modern war memorial, a reminder of more
recent follies and their cost in human suffering.  The sides of the main
street lined with ancient cottages, Georgian and Regency houses, and on the
corner a traditional tea shop. And finally, inevitably, the village pub.  I
had booked a table for later for a romantic dinner for two.  If we made it.

I was pleased to see the smile on your face, and knew it pleased you by the
soft movements of your hand on my thigh.  A distracted movement as you
absorbed the atmosphere of old-English calm and slowness.

Finally, being impatient to move on, I turned off the main street and took
the short side road down to the river and the boat-house.  Parking the car,
we gathered the basket, blanket and bag, and made our way down the path
along the side of the river, your arm through mine in a way that gave me
great pleasure.  I noticed a few looks directed at us, from other visitors.
I'm sure we made an interesting sight, this middle-aged woman, accompanied
by a younger woman with the flaming red hair tumbling over bare shoulders
and onto an almost transparent dress.  I thought I could see your nipples
through the dress, but that may have been wishful thinking - I knew what
was and was not underneath that dress.

You stood on the jetty, under the shade of an old gnarled oak, as I made
arrangements to hire one of the boats for the rest of the day.  Most people
were just hiring for an hour, but I had other plans.  It was now just
before lunch time, I did not intend to have us back here until around 6,
when the boathouse closed.  With that much time we could get away from the
throng of tourists that filled the first part of the river.  After that?
Hmmmmmmmmm.

I turned to talk to you, and simply stopped in my tracks.  What a wonderful
sight.  I think that is the biggest part of your attraction beauty, the
fact that you do not see it.  You had moved to the railing and were leaning
over watching the ducks on the water, smiling softly at them their antics
and noises.  For a few minutes I simply watched you, until you must have
felt something, and looked round to me, and smiled - that smile which just
had me singing inside.  I held out my hand to you, and without a word you
walked to me and took it, briefly squeezing it.  Without caring about who
was watching, I lifted your hand to my lips and kissed your fingers, my
eyes never leaving yours.  How could anyone feel shame at such a gentle
love.

I moved myself into the boat, stowed the basket and bag, and placed the
folded blanket on the seat opposite me where you would be sitting.  I
wanted you to be comfortable, you would be there a while.  The boat handler
held the boat in place, I held out my hands to you to help you in, thinking
your heels would impede easy movement, but no, you took my hands and
elegantly and easily stepped into the boat, turned to thank the handler for
his help, and smiled at him in a way that guaranteed prompt attention if we
returned again.  I do think the sight of you in that dress, and the brief
glimpse of your thighs and stocking tops may have had something to do with
his assiduous attention to our needs.

At last, we were off, I hadn't done any rowing for a long while, and it
took me a few minutes to get into a rhythm, but then it was easy.  There
was very little wind, just a breeze, which ruffled the soft skirt of your
dress, and your hair.  You had settled yourself comfortably on the bench at
the other end of the boat, against the back rest.  Your eyes were closed,
your head tilted slightly back enjoying the movement of the air on your
face and the warmth of the sunshine.  As we slid gracefully along, I
reached into my pocket and switched the remote to its lowest setting,
knowing it would be sending a very pleasing, gentle hum into your pussy and
your ass.  I watched, and saw your sudden intake of breath, and a slow
smile spread over your face.  Your eyes opened, slowly and focussed
directly on my face.  "So love, we begin." you breathed to me.


Part 2

For the next few minutes, I watched as you adjusted to the gentle sensation
tingling between your legs.  You wriggled your bottom on the blanket until
you were in a comfortable position, all the time smiling at me, apparently
happy with how the day was progressing.  I continued to row, a gentle
rhythmic action, aware now that the slight movement of my body back and
forth on the oars was creating a matching delicious movement against the
short squat plug inside of me.  I had not realised just how conducive to
stimulation rowing would be.  I smiled to myself in anticipation of an
interesting journey.

You had settled yourself, and occasionally moved as the tingling, despite
being on the lowest setting, was beginning to build within you.  We passed
a few boats, some with noisy excited children, others like us, with couples
enjoying each other's company, although I doubt that many of them were
enjoying the ride as much as us!  After about 10 minutes, I reached into my
pocket to the remote, and briefly looked up to see you watching me in
anticipation as I flicked the switch round to the second level.  Your eyes
widened slightly, your teeth took hold of your bottom lip for a brief
moment, and you moved your legs closer together.  At this movement, I
frowned and pouted at you.  You smiled in understanding, and looking me
right in the eyes, gradually opened your legs, until your feet were pressed
firmly against the sides of the boat, your legs wide apart, but with the
skirt of your dress falling softly between your legs, so that I could see
nothing.

For a while more we continued, and again I flicked the switch on to the
next level.  This time, I do believe I heard you gasp and moan, low and
soft, and your eyes closed, your breathing becoming slightly shallower.

"Child?", I called to you softly.  Your eyes flew open, afraid I was
annoyed with you. Shaking my head slightly, I nodded to your skirt, "Lift
it for me, I want to see."

Your eyes and mouth widened momentarily, and looking around, you realised
that we were now alone.  We had moved down the river, around many bends,
far from the boat house and all the other rowers had long since
disappeared.

Your hands reached for your skirt, and tantalisingly drew it up your soft
thighs until it was bunched at your waist.  What a glorious sight on such a
glorious day.  The leather straps holding the two vibes were nestled
against your tummy, and around your waist, the vertical one holding the two
vibes disappearing underneath you, to run backup your bottom and join on
the waist strap at the back.

"Spread your knees child, I would see more please." Slowly you did as I
asked, your tongue reaching out to lick your lips.  I could see how wet you
were becoming, it was glinting on your curls in the sunlight, visible
behind the strap.  From this position it was a most enticing sight.

"I want you to be comfortable, love. If you can, lift your feet up on to
the bench in front of you so you are completely open.  Pull down the bodice
of your dress, so that your breasts can feel the sunshine and the breeze."

You looked at me for a while, and when you saw me reach for the remote
again, knowing there was only one setting left, you did as I asked,
propping up your legs, and moving forward slightly on the seat, so that I
could see not only the base of the vibe filling your pussy, but also a
glimpse of the one in your ass.

As I flicked the switch to the highest setting, your body jerked, you
gasped, and concentrating against the sensations now filling you, pulsing
through you, pulled down the top of your dress and revealed those wonderful
orbs to me and the elements.  As the pulses grew, your head dropped back,
allowing your beautiful hair to drape behind you, not quite in the water.
Your mouth fell open, drawing breath rapidly into you and your hips began
to move gradually in rhythm with the vibes pulsing deep inside you.

I continued to row, my own movements raising my arousal along with the
visual stimulation before me.  Gasping at the extra movement, I turned in
my seat and looked around, to make sure we were alone, I would not
embarrass you for the world, just wanted you to have an incredible
experience on a wonderful summer day.  No other boats were in sight, I
could hear no sound except the birds, the breeze in the reeds and grasses
and the water lapping against the oars.  I moved the boat closer to the
bank, and whispered to you, "Touch yourself for me, love."

Without hesitation one of your fingers slid inside the strap and began to
rub against your clit, the other hand taking a nipple between finger and
thumb and began to squeeze and pull.  Your gasping became moans, your hips
began to move more against the blanket, easier with your feet braced
against the bench, and very elegantly, with a long moan, you succumbed to
your orgasm with the sun on your face and breasts and pussy.  For a few
moments more you gasped and moved against the vibrations, and then slowly
relaxed into your seat with a long exhalation.

I steered the boat into the bank, under one of the many oaks, and stopped,
just watching you, waiting for you to recover.  Your chest was heaving,
your breasts quivering as you breathed deeply.  Your legs finally gave up
and your knees dropped sideways in total relaxation, completely opening up
your pussy to my admiring gaze.  I said nothing, just enjoyed the view,
sitting quite still lest I lift my own stimulation too far for what I
planned next.

I reached for the bottle of wine hanging over the side of the boat chilling
in the water, and reaching (gasp, not a good idea as the sensations rippled
through me) for the basket, opened it, took out a cloth and bottle opener.
I busied myself with opening the bottle and stood it on the seat bench
between us, along with two glasses.  The sounds of my activity worked their
way into your head, and slowly you lifted your head and smiled at me, such
a satisfied smile.

"Did you enjoy that my sweet?  We should call that 'Summer is Cumming' and
exhibit it in the local gallery."  I offered you a glass of the wine,
crisp, white, cool and slightly sparkling.  Perfect.

With a deep sigh you lowered your legs from the bench, and reached for the
glass, held it up to me in a toast, and mouthed at me, with no sound,
"Thank you love", then blew me a kiss.  Enchanting, that was the only word.
My eyes took in the sight of your dress bunched around your waist, breasts
free to the elements and the world, suspender belt and white stockings, and
the leather harness, which joined you to the two vibes within you.  I
suddenly remembered the vibes and reaching for the remote turned them off.

As the vibrations ceased, you all but pouted at me, disappointed that I had
taken it away.  I grinned, "Insatiable girl.  Don't worry, I have something
much better than that for dessert.  Come here, I want to hold you."  You
put down your glass, and taking the hand I held out to you, stepped over
the bench and approached me.  You bent towards me, your breasts falling
freely begging my hands to touch them, and who was I to resist, cupping
their softness in my hands, enjoying your hiss at the slight chill of my
skin from the water on the bottle.  Your nipples still firm from your
cumming, hardened at the feel of the coolness.  I squeezed them and
caressed their softness as you bent your head and pressed your soft lips
gently against mine, urging me to open them to allow your tongue inside.

As the kiss deepened, I released your breasts, smiling inwardly at your
groan and moved my hands up under your skirt to your hips, and round to
your cheeks, stroking them and pulling you down towards me, until you
realised what I wanted and moved to sit astride my legs, the movement
pushing the now still and silent vibes into your open wetness.  As you made
yourself comfortable on my lap, snuggling closer to me, my hands urging
your hips tighter and tighter against me, your lips began to work their
magic on my mouth, and your tongue probed deeper and deeper into my mouth,
searching, delving, and your arms moved around me, pulling my breasts
closer to yours, gently rubbing your nipples across my t-shirt and my
nipples hiding inside.

My breathing began to come in gasps at this onslaught of my senses, and
reluctantly I pulled my mouth away, briefly kissing your lips and nose,
smiling lovingly into your sparkling happy eyes.  "Did you enjoy that
child?"

"It was wonderful, so free.  The feel of the sunshine and breeze on my
pussy as I came was incredible."

"Would you like more?"

You moved your head back slightly from me, looking into my smiling face,
trying to read what I was asking.  You knew I would only give you
pleasure. You had no hesitation in replying, "Oh yes please love, whatever
you want to give me."

"Then stand for me, so I can remove the belt. "  You slowly unwound
yourself from me, and stood in front of me, and licked your lips as I moved
my hands under your skirt and reaching for the back of the harness undid
its clasp - it was not padlocked, I knew I did not need to - and slowly
released the straps, allowing the vibes to slip out of you as you bent your
knees to allow them.  The harness slid down your legs, and you stepped out
of it, holding my shoulders for balance.  I reached for the bag and placed
the harness in it, taking out in its place a longer and thicker vibe.  When
you saw it, your eyes widened and you smiled widely in anticipation.
Insatiable, absolutely insatiable.  As you watched, I reached for the front
of my pants and unzipped them, revealing to you that I was harnessed.  You
smiled at me whispering, "mmmmmmmmmm.  Are we going to fuck now?"

At this ingenuous question I laughed out loud delightedly.  "Yes my love,
we are going to fuck, for as long as you wish. But, if you want it to last,
then you must be restrained."  You thought about it for a while, then shyly
lowered your head and whispered, "I'll try, but you fuck me so well, I just
can't hold it back."

Unbelievably taken aback at this remark, I blushed.  Holding out the vibe
to you, I asked you to clip it on.  You sat on the bench in front of me,
and very carefully reached out, placing one of your hands between the
leather of the harness and my skin, making me close my eyes at the feel of
you, and then you firmly pressed the vibe into place on its plug, pushing
it gently against me to test it.  Immediately I felt the answering
movements inside me, and the studs on the inside brushing against my clit.
I knew this would not take long, and tried to think of some way to prolong
it for you.

After checking the coast was clear, I took hold of the oars and carefully
moved us away from the bank.  In the middle of the river I stopped the boat
and then looked up at you, watching me intently.  "Come love, climb on to
me, astride me, while I row."

You laughed delightedly, and moving carefully, moved your legs behind the
bench I was sitting on, and holding yourself tightly to me, began to lower
yourself onto the vibe.  Oh god, the sensations as you moved slowly down my
body, with no gap between us, and lowered yourself on to that intruder were
incredible enough to me, I have no doubt they were pleasurable to you.  And
then, with a sigh of contentment as I felt you settle yourself on it with a
last wiggle which drove me mad, you reached in the tiny gap between us and
flicked the switch.

Almost as one voice, we both moaned at the sudden arrival of extra
sensation, and quite gently you began to move yourself up and down on the
vibe, small movements, but each one sending tortuous sensations deep into
me through my own plug.  Oh god, I was not going to last long, the
continuous movements and the sight, smell and feel of you against me was
driving me mad.

I felt your arms go tightly around me, to hold on to me for balance I
thought, and then I felt your hands begin to pull the t-shirt up my back
until my bra was revealed and while kissing and nibbling my ear and neck,
deftly undid the clasp and then dropped the t-shirt back down.  Now you
settled yourself deeply on to the vibe, spreading your legs as wide as you
could and moving them to clasp around my hips, pulling me into you as
deeply as you could, my legs spread slightly wider to give you greater
balance, and at the same time allowing my own plug to penetrate me even
deeper, its extra width stretching my sensitised walls.  You moaned
ecstatically as you settled low and I felt your feet clasp together around
me.  It wasn't you who was impaled on me, it was me who was impaled on
you!! Once again you had effectively turned the tables.

All this time I was grasping the handles of the oars, desperate not to let
them go lest we be stranded.  You took advantage of this, and slowly and
teasingly took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt, lifted it, then when you
had uncovered the released bra, lifted that also, above my breasts, and
after sucking each nipple into your mouth and sending incredible sensations
directly to my groin to join the plug, you wound your arms around my neck,
and arranged your own breasts so that they pressed and rubbed against mine,
nipple to nipple.  Once settled in this position you moved your head to
mine, and began kissing me, deeply, softly, your tongue reaching and
delving deeper than ever before.

My system was going into overload.  This woman was ravishing me here, where
we sat, without saying a word.  And I loved every moment of it.  You slowed
your kissing, and whispered against my lips.  "I thought you were going to
fuck me love.  Lost interest?" and resumed your lengthy and deep kissing.

At your words and the teasing humour, I mentally shook myself, and
remembering what I had planned, took a grip on the oar handles and began to
row.  If I had thought the movements of rowing were pleasant before, what I
felt now was almost overpowering.  Each time I reached with the oars for a
stroke, the plug moved inside me, adding to the vibrations which were
growing from the vibe.  At the same time, as I leaned forward slightly,
your body dipped with me, and your weight dragged on the vibe which again
sent extra sensations into me, your legs tightened around me which pulled
you down on the vibe and pushed it against and in me.  Your breasts moved
and dragged your nipples over mine.  Added to this the extra stimulation
from your mouth as it moved over my mouth, around my jaw, into and around
my ears and neck, and my mind was ready to explode, not knowing what to
concentrate on.  Effectively, every time I moved for an oar stroke, I was
fucking you and me at the same time.  Long, slow, deep strokes.

The boat was moving slowly, but I was unable to steer or do anything except
the automatic movement on the oars.  I was fast approaching my orgasm, and
your movements were increasing, each pull with your legs getting stronger
and deeper.  You were moaning in my ear now, against my neck, and there was
another sound, which I suddenly realised was my own moaning.

When my hands began to tremble on the oars, I managed to pull them into the
boat before I lost grip on them, and as they fell against the boards, my
hands took hold of your hips, and I began to enhance your own movements
against me, pressed my lips to your mouth, both opening wide, sliding our
wet trembling lips against each other, desperately trying to take each
other into our mouths, wanting to touch as much of each other as we could.
Your arms tightened around me, and your movements on the vibe became almost
frantic as you moaned into my mouth.  It was an incredible feeling, the
boat drifting along under its own momentum, who knew where, the breeze
drifting over our fevered bodies, the sun warm on our backs and heads and
legs, and we were fucking, beautiful, exciting, wonderful
fucking..................... and I knew I was going to cummmmmmmmmmm.  I
could hold back no longer and forced you down on the vibe hard, against me,
pushing my plug, sending the sensations into my clit that pushed me over
the edge.  I pulled my mouth away from you, head back and moaned
"Goddddddddd, oh goddddd, oh godddddddddddd".  A few seconds later, I heard
your panting in my ear turn into a matching moan as your legs tightened
around my hips, and you pulled yourself even deeper onto and into me, your
hips moving urgently against the vibe, your head dropping to my shoulder
and your teeth biting me in your intense pleasure.  For a few moments more
I held you tightly to me, squeezing you involuntarily in time with my
spasms, and gradually I stilled, breath coming in short gasps.  You were
still moving against me but slower now, as if you were simply trying to
extract as much ecstasy as you could from the moment.

The boat was slowing perceptibly, and suddenly there was a soft 'bump' as
we hit the bank and bobbled along it before coming to a stop against a
clump of reeds.  This acted as a sort of signal to us both.  My arms
loosened slightly, and I simply held you against me, loving the feel of
your body in my arms, your breasts against mine, your legs round me, a
sexy, sensual connection I never wanted to end.  My hands slowly caressed
your warm back, making their way up into your mane, and taking a handful,
pulled your head away from my neck.  Your eyes were closed, your lips still
apart as if still gripping my flesh, and I leaned forward and replaced my
neck with my lips.  At the feel, you moaned softly, and moved your lips
against mine, nuzzling and teasing along the join with your tongue.  Slowly
your eyes opened and I almost gasped at the joy I saw sparkling out of
them.  So beautiful.  You smiled into my face so close to yours, "That was
beautiful my love, absolutely wonderful."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it love, it was rather special wasn't it?"  I reached
between us to turn off the vibe that was still buzzing away, sending little
after ripples, and taking your ear lobe in my teeth, bit gently making you
gasp, but at the same time hold me closer to you.  "Now, my love, wonderful
as that was, I have this overwhelming urge to fuck you properly, and I
can't do that here in the boat.  Time to moor up and find a nice soft spot
under a tree.  We can eat, drink, fuck - and then do it all over again if
we wish; we have all afternoon. How does that sound?"

You looked at me for a while, my face in your hands, before taking
possession of my mouth and almost took the breath out of my body, then
pulling away and whispering, "That sounds perfect, absolutely perfect."

And that's what we did.  All afternoon.  In the summer sun, under an ageing
oak that had probably never seen anything like it in all its years.

But that, as they say, is a story for another day.

To be continued.