Down by the river Pt 4 posted in Masturbation

The alarm rang out dead on 9am causing Julie to spring from her bed at a speed she'd never have thought possible until now, a quick look out of the window provided a perfect glimpse of the glorious day that was waiting for her. Such was Julies excitement that she bounded from her bedroom still naked and bouncing like a high school cheerleader, her perky young breast matching her attitude. Bursting into the bathroom and smiling into the mirror before grabbing the basin with both hands and rearranging her face into what she thought was a sexy pout "Hey James" she said in her sultry voice "I've been thinking of you, and you're fucking hot body..."

10 Minutes and a hot, steamy shower later she was rearing to go, fighting the urge to reach down and have a little play she instead washed thoroughly before hopping out to dry and moisturize her skin. Smiling to the mirror as she passed. Back in her bedroom she stood in front of the long mirror sizing up her body and what dress would make her look the most fuckable whilst not attracting too much attention. Eventually settling on a cute little blue and white pole dot summer dress that stopped mid thigh and exposed the soft, silky skin of her young shoulder. She finished the look with frilly ankle socks and red mid length heels to match the bod on her waist. Smiling with satisfaction she crept down the stairs and snuck out past all the inebriated relatives, out into the street and the gorgeous summer weather.

The walk was quite a long one and she didn't want to rush, not in this weather anyway. Not when it was so beautiful and everyone around seemed to be in such a good mood, walking trough town the smell off food and coffee assaulted her senses, while kids ran by with half melted ice creams and messy faces. It really was her day, everything was looking good and soon she would be lying on a blanket surrounded by green grass and blue skies while the hottest guy she's ever met was having his way with her tender flesh.

"Oh fuck stop thinking about it!" she whispered to herself as a determined tingling between her legs began to spread, but she fought it back and managed to return to the present moment, turning off the main street and heading down a long picturesque road lined with old fashioned cottages and quaint little gardens. A slight breeze lifted her dress just enough to show off the fullness of her creamy thighs while the sun beamed down to warm them pleasantly. Throwing her head back and drinking it all in, the weather, the place, the cock..."Fuck!" it was happening again, her legs felt weak and her brain was giggling with gleeful abandon as it filled her head full of kinky scenes that threaten to overwhelm her in the heat of the day. Feeling faint she rested on small cobblestone wall that surrounded one of the oldest buildings on the street. She closed her eyes and tried to think of streams and wildlife, all the innocence of nature and the calmness that came with it. Just as it seemed to be working she felt a hand on her shoulder, warm and heavy it rested against her soft skin and squeezed gently "you OK there dear?" the voice was calm and warm which kept her from panicking, instead she turned slowly to see an old man with a kind smile, he must have been around 60 and was wearing jeans a shirt with the sleeved rolled up "you look like you could use a drink Missy, you don't want to pass out on a day like this" and with that he turned and left for the house, returning a minute or so later with some glasses and a jug of lemonade, he stopped at the garden table and beckoned her over.

The feel of the cool glass in her hand was second only the the wonderful refreshing sensation of cold lemonade cascading down her throat, she gulped greedily before checking herself and giggling, she didn't want to look greedy in front of company. Thankfully the man just smiled, watching her happily as he sipped his own drink. "so where you off to then sweety?" he asked casually as she rested her glass on the table "oh just down by the rive to see some friends" she replied with a smile that she could barely contain "You just spend the day having fun and relaxing" The man nodded in reply "That's good to hear, not enough young people take advantage of our beautiful little part of the country, you know i met my wife down by that lake, beautiful she was, she would sit every day with her toes in the water..........." he went on for a while, describing his wife and how lovely she way, how beautiful the riverbank was and how he managed to woo her but Julie wasn't listening, her mind had slipped again, back to that filthy place it seemed to almost permanently reside at the moment. An image flashed across her mind, a fat cock, thick and heavy, it slide past her lips and rested on her tongue as she happily devoured it, sucking like a porn star and giggling with delight at the sounds of pleasure it elicited from her partner. Looking up to see her man she realized it wasn't James but the kind old man, still holding a glass of lemonade as he looked down at her with a smile. She snapped back to reality just as the man was refilling her glass, she stood up in such a hurry that she nearly knocked the table over, lemonade flying everywhere but somehow missing her dress "Oh my god I'm so sorry" she cried, looking back at him as she ran, out of his garden and down the path until she was out of sight.

Still panting she came to a stop just past the metal gate that had been locked on Friday afternoon, the sign was still there but someone must have broken the lock, she thought about how much time that would save her on the way home and smiled, leaning against the wall to catch her breath, surrounded by dust and graffiti. But it was OK, she was nearly there now and then everything would be OK, she wasn't quite sure how or why but she knew that James would make it OK, the way he looked at her told all she needed to know. So she crossed the river, over to the wilder side where mean people lived in there dingy little boats. It was only now that Julie began to realize why these people might be so private, why they never opened the curtains of their little floating homes, they were probably perverts too, so depraved and paranoid that they had to hide away over here in the shadows of willow tress and hanging moss. Despite everything she was glad to be over here, the trees and overgrown bushes blocked the sun and the sounds of wildlife were as alive as ever, cheering her on until she reached her destination. Down a little side path and out into the clearing where the camper van still sat and the boat floated peacefully on the glistening water.

She approached slowly for some reason, not sure how to proceed now that she was here, a few old insecurities began to flood back but she fought them off, remaining focused on what she wanted. Reaching the Camper van she knocked several times but no answer came, she turned the handle but the door was locked. Cursing loudly she was about to kick the door but thought better of it "maybe they're in the boat" she realized with a smile, hopping back down before stepping over the small gap and onto the small deck before kneeling down to check the hatch, it swung open without any resistance but to her immense disappointment there was nobody inside. Her head dropped and her stomach clenched with disappointment, she'd gotten all dressed up and walked all this way for nothing. After a few small breaths she recovered enough to get up and leave, but before she did there was a glass of water on the side counter calling to her and after what happened on the way here she it better to be safe than sorry, walking over and downing it in one before turning to leave. But on her way out she notice a laptop, a shiny new one too, it was open but in sleep mode. Curiosity soon got the better of her and she swiped her finger across the touch pad, causing the screen to flash into life, what she saw knocked the air right out of her and sent her jaw crashing to the floor as a video of James and Sarah fucking like wild beasts immediately began to play on screen, the sound was turned down low but still loud enough to make out the lust filled screams and pants of excitement. He was really giving it to her and she was loving it! "fucking dirty slut" she heard herself say out loud before thinking "but it's what you want too!"

It was what she wanted, she wanted it so fucking bad it was starting to hurt, Taking a seat opposite the screen she knew that it was time for some fun, she moved a few of the pillows for a flatter surface and prepare to finger fuck herself to orgasm, that's when it rolled onto the floor, hitting the ground with a thud the large purple dildo rolled to a stop by her shoe. Without missing a beat she grabbed it by the base and held it aloft, staring in wonder as the sun crept though gaps in the curtains, she looked at the screen once more before back at the dildo. The next thing she knew it was in her mouth, pushing it past her lips and down, down as far as she could take it before choking, spit dripping from her lips and along the shaft while she moaned and groaned the way she thought James might like. When she pulled it free the entire thing was slick with saliva and ready to be introduced to her tight little cunt. She eased it inside, gasping all the while, feeling the sheer thickness of it spreading her lips and filling her up, her legs shook ans she whimpered, lost in the bliss of it all when suddenly she heard footstep on the deck, the sound of the hatch opening and the sweet sultry voice "Having fun Julie'"

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