After The Lockdown 1

A note from Wikipedia:

"A punt is a flat-bottomed boat with a square-cut bow, designed for use in small rivers or other shallow water. Punting is boating in a punt. The punter generally propels the punt by pushing against the shallow riverbed with a pole. A punt should not be confused with a gondola, which is structurally different, and is propelled by an oar rather than a pole. The tradition in Cambridge is to punt from the till (locally known as the "deck") at the back of the punt. There are some advantages to this: punters are less likely to drip on their passengers and can steer more easily by swinging the pole behind them. A traditional punt is about 24 feet (7.3 m) long and 3 feet (0.91 m) wide. The sides are about 18 inches (0.46 m) deep"

This story follows on from "The Hangout".

*****

Laura always stands out from the crowd; you can't help but notice her. First of all, she is tall - nearly as tall as me when she wears heals, and I'm 6ft 4" -- and literally stands head and shoulders above the women around her. Then there is her hair: she has the most beautiful bright red, copper-coloured hair I have ever seen. It shines on even cloudy days, glows, giving her an aura or an angelic halo. On this particular day, beneath a cloudless blue sky and in the post-lockdown emptiness by the river it was a fiery beacon which drew your eye to her immediately. Even if her hair had been covered, her dress - pure white, calf length and sleeveless, a dark blue pattern of flowers and vines twining across it, fitted across the bust and flaring at the hem -- glowed in the sun. Even from two hundred metres away, I had spotted her.

I slowed and watched her from a distance. She was perched on the brick wall that separated the path from the weir, one leg crossed over the other. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of largest sunglasses I'd seen, and this made it impossible to see where she was looking, but she exuded serenity and stillness as she waited. The nearer I got the more detail I could see how much her hair had grown since I last saw her in person; the bright red lipstick she wore and the matching nail varnish, the freckles that covered her shoulders and the veins in her pale legs, the golden straps of her sandals.

I barely registered the fact that there were other people there: Laura's boyfriend, Andy; and a couple of other work colleagues, Rose and Tess. It was three weeks since I had seen them all on an eventful zoom meeting. How eventful? Well, Rose had merely exposed her magnificent DD breasts to us, Andy had cum on Laura's face, Tess had shoved a butt plug up her arse and wanked herself until she squirted, and I had jerked my cock until I'd cum all over myself. There had been other meetings since, but we had somehow avoided being on screen alone together. I'm not sure how much was coincidence and how much was embarrassment and how much was just not knowing what the fuck we would say to each other, but it seemed to suit us all.

So, I had been surprised, almost as soon as the end of some lockdown restrictions were announced, to get a message from Laura:

Punting tomorrow @11.00? Meet at the Mill Pond, bring booze and food. Rule of Six Rules!

I'd had my doubts about meeting, but my initial reservations had been seriously weighed by my utter love of punting. I love the feel of the water on the punt pole, I love the way the punt itself glides through the water, I love the calmness and the serenity and... well, I think you get the idea.

The sudden ring of a bicycle bell brought me back to my sense, and I set off towards my waiting friends. When I was 10 metres away, Laura's head turned towards me, and a smile broke over her face.

"Hi Kurt", she drawled, hoisting a large bag onto her shoulder. "Ready everyone?" she grinned and strode off towards the punt hire hut on the quieter, upstream stretch of the river, towards Grantchester. The rest of us all greeted each other somewhat awkwardly with a few embarrassed smiles and averted eyes. Rose seemed the most nervous since she had logged off the zoom call after getting her tits out and missed the more hardcore action that had kicked off -- and I'm nobody had bothered to fill her in either. She wasn't exactly demurely dressed today -- a pair of tight denim shorts and a pink clingy vest top which clung to her curves and showed an ample amount of cleavage. She was quite athletic for a big girl; she'd been training for a marathon before lockdown, and she reminded me of a Scandinavian javelin thrower -- tall, tanned, blonde hair in a pony tail, and powerful. Next to her, Tess looked small and dumpy in her black knee length dress and black calf length leggings.

When we got to the punt, it quickly became clear that I was the one to be doing all the heavy work (not that I minded -- have I mentioned I love punting?) so I was given the large wooden pole and went to stand on the deck at the end. Rose and Tess got on next and sat facing the front, their backs to me, and finally Laura and Andy sat facing me, their backs towards the direction of travel. Bags were stowed, a picnic blanket produced, drinks and food laid out. We were given a cheery "Bye!" from the punt hire man and off we jolly well went.

*****

I watched Laura sipping her gin and tonic, gazing out at the fields as we glided serenely past them. I lifted the pole in my hands before letting it slip back through them and then pushing down as it hit the bottom of the river, continuing to push until my hands reached the end of the pole and the whole process started again.

"Laura?"

"Hmmmmm?" she murmured, not even looking in my direction, watching the riverbank float past.

"What are we doing?" Plunge, push, pull; propel the punt through the water.

"Punting.," she drawled, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"No... I mean...

why

are we here?"

This time she did look around, lowering her head so that she could coquettishly look me in the eye over the top of her sunglasses.

"We-lll..." -- another sip of gin -- "We all had such a good time when we last got together, I thought it would be nice to... you know... do it again!" Next to her, Andy -- tall, good-looking Andy, if you remember -- smiled and put his arm around his girlfriend

"I didn't have a good time," Rose said, half joking and half serious. "You bitches tricked me into flashing my tits at everyone" I smiled as I remembered her fantastic boobs, pale with large pink areola, jiggling in front of the camera.

"You've got great tits," Laura told her. "Kurt liked them, didn't you Kurt?" That was a no-win question -- agree and I was a perv, disagree and I was a bastard. I punted on silently. "And besides, you left before the fun really got started. Kurt got his cock out."

Rose almost choked on her drink and spent thirty seconds coughing before turning and looking at me wide eyed.

"

Kuuurrtt

!!" she screamed. "That's gross!!!"

"I didn't...!" I started, watching as the other three tried hard not to laugh. "I just.... I... I... wasn't the only one!" was all I could manage.

Rose turned towards Andy. "You too?" she shrieked, putting her hand over her mouth.

"Oh," I joined in again. "

He

did a lot more than just get his cock out, didn't he Laura?" I looked down on Tess's heaving shoulders as she fought not to laugh at the look on Rose's face. "And don't even

ask

what little innocent Miss Tess did!"

"Hey!" she re-joined. "

You

have to take some of the responsibility for

that!

"

"Shit, Tess, what did you

do

?" Rose asked. "On second thoughts, maybe I don't want to know...I need another drink..."

*****

"Can I have a go at punting?" Tess asked a few minutes later.

"Go for it. Have you ever punted before?" She shook her head and bit her lip nervously. "Why don't you come here with me, and I'll show you how it's done." I smiled.

There was the usual awkwardness as we moved ourselves around on an unstable boat about 6 inches above the water, but I was eventually stood with Tess in front of me and both of us holding the pole like a couple doing a paired skydive. Rose moved into the centre of the seat in front of us so that the punt was balanced and started an in-depth conversation with Laura and Andy; we began to move forward again, if somewhat slower and more erratically.

"Hi" she grinned at me over her shoulder as we manoeuvred the pole into the water together. I was aware of just how close we were standing to each other, her arse brushing against my thighs and crotch. There is no way you could call Tess beautiful -- her mouth is too small and there is something a little witchy about the shape of her chin -- but she is pretty enough and, let's face it, I'm no oil painting. Her eyes though... Tess has beautiful brown eyes that light up her entire face.

"How you doin'?" I asked in my best Joey voice. "How's...." I suddenly realised that I didn't even know her boyfriend's name.

"Dave. He's fine," she replied, ginning again at my embarrassment. "We've actually been able to spend some time together in the last couple of weeks. And we're still together." She smiled again, a bit more nervously this time.

"So," I began tentatively, "Have you forgiven me for sending you Mr Foxy in the post?"

"God yes," she smiled, and gestured down towards her bag. "I've even bought him with me! It's one of the best presents anyone's ever given me!"

"And do you... get a lot of use out of it?" Sensing that she was getting the hang of moving the pole by herself, I took my hands off it and, for want of a better place and needing to keep my balance, put my hands on her ample hips. It was, as far as I could remember, the first time we'd had any sort of physical contact

"Once or twice a week," she smiled, without telling me to get my dirty hands off her, "When David's not staying over."

Interesting. I moved forward slightly so that I could press myself into her arse more and ran my right hand, the one away from everyone else, down her leg and then up onto her waist. I could feel how soft she was beneath her clothing, and again the word doughy sprang to mind. I continued running my hand up the side of her body until I was cupping one of her boobs in my hand through the thin material of her dress while she continued to thrust the pole into the water and push the punt along. I cupped it, feeling its weight and quickly realised there was a definite lack of bra -- I could feel her nipple poking through slightly

"Have you got used to the size of it now? "I asked, and bent to give her neck a kiss

"It's still a bit of a stretch..." she sighed as I tweaked her nipple between finger and thumb, and I slid my hand between the buttons on the front of her dress and felt the flesh of her left boob. "Maybe I'll show you later!" she teased and returned the kiss.

"Won't your boyfriend mind?" I asked.

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him," she replied. "But I'm still not fucking you!" she murmured with a grin.

"OI! Tess!!" Laura shouted, and I slid my had out of her clothing. "Give the old perv his pole back and come and have a drink!"

"You're not wearing a bra." I whispered as we negotiated swapping roles again without tipping either one or both of us into the murky river.

"I'm not wearing any knickers either," she whispered back. And I groaned.

When Tess was seated again and the boat had stopped rocking, I tried again.

"Laauu-rraa?"

"Whaa-at?" she asked, smirking. I think she could see where this was going.

"What are we doing?" Plunge, push, pull; propel the punt through the water.

"Punting.," she drawled, with a massive smile.

"No..." I said, revelling in the déjà vu. "I mean...

why

are we here?"

"We-lll..." -- another sip of gin -- "I thought you might want to show us your cock again."

"Laura!!" Rose was well and truly aghast this time. I smiled and carried on punting, not missing a beat. "You want me to stand on this boat, where anyone can see me, with my dick sticking out? What about Andy?"

"I don't think he particularly wants to see it again," she smiled. Andy shrugged. "Not as much as me anyway."

"So, what do I get out of this?" I grinned.

"Quid pro quo, Clarice, quid pro quo..." she replied with a smile.

"Anything else?"

"You'll just to have to wait and see."

I continued punting for a while, rhythmically pushing the boat along and trying to appear like I was carefully considering her offer whilst knowing full well that I was definitely going to accept. Laura continued to look at me, sipping away, until I sighed dramatically and, instead of plunging it into the water, I laid the pole carefully along the length of the punt.

"Hold on onto this Andy," I said, and turned so that I was facing her directly stood on the edge of the deck just behind and above Rose and Tess.

"Oh god, you're not..." Rose gasped looking up at me. I could clearly see down her cleavage and realised what an interesting vie she was going to get any second. I'll be honest, I milked it slightly. I slowly undid the button on my shorts and then slowly unzipped. I reached inside my boxers and made a big show of re-arranging myself before eventually I pulled my semi-erect penis and my balls out for Laura to see.

"It's not very hard," she said.

Rose was looking up at me from below with much the same expression I think she would have used to watch a graphic horror movie: wide eyed and looking through her fingers in abject terror. Tess, on the other hand, was giggling and trying to move so that she could get a better view.

"Quid pro quo, Laura, quid pro quo..." I replied, grinning. Still with my penis hanging out, I bent over to retrieve the long wooden pole and continued punting.

After another sip of gin and balancing the glass on the wood behind her, Laura pulled the hem of her dress up to reveal a pair of black knickers. I didn't have much time to take in their style, as she quickly hooked her thumbs into the waistband, raised her bum of the seat and pulled them off over her sandals in one fluid movement. She dropped them into her bag before leaning back and spreading her legs to offer me the perfect view of her gorgeous pussy. A thatch of well-trimmed ginger pubic hair sat above her visible labia, which she slipped first one then two fingers between and then spread to show me the pinkness of her cunt. My cock twitched in appreciation as I watched her slowly rub herself, one leg now draped over the side of the punt, her fingers alternating between spreading herself for my pleasure and gently rubbing her clit for hers.

I showed an enormous amount of self-restraint and kept both hands on the punting pole as the object of many a fantasy masturbated in front of me, although the erotic show she was putting on made my cock grow and harden and twitch without any other stimulation.

"Anyone else want to join the party?" Laura asked. Andy obviously needed no more prompting: he unzipped and pushed his shorts and trousers down to his ankles to reveal his own semi-hard cock which he began to stroke into a full erection. Tess was a little more reserved and began to unbutton her dress, exposing her pale tits to the sunlight. There was only one person left. "Come on, Rose!" Laura commanded, still languidly playing with her twat. "We want to see those boobs again!"

What happened next took me at least completely by surprise. I was expecting Rose to refuse point blank and probably ask to be dropped off on the bank so that she could walk back to Cambridge, disgusted with us all. I saw Tess turn towards her, lean in to her face, and I expected her to give Rose some gentle encouragement friendly words of advice. What took me utterly by surprise was the kiss that Tess planted on her friend's lips, a full, firm, passionate kiss which, after her own initial shock, Rose began to respond to and kiss back.

"Go Tess!" Laura shrieked and clapped her hands before turning to Andy and launching herself at him in a kiss that seemed to go on and on and obviously involved tongues and everything.

I briefly took stock of the situation: I was standing on a boat in the middle of the river with my junk hanging out of my trousers, whilst in front of me two couples -- well, one couple and one pair of work colleagues -- made out with each other. As I watched, Tess's hand slipped inside Rose's top and Laura reached over and took Andy's engorged member in her hand, stroking gently. I had two main concerns: firstly, that some innocent passer-by -- either on land or a fellow punter -- would come along and take offence at our activities; and secondly, that I wasn't getting any of the action. Mainly the second one, if I'm honest.

Laura seemed to have similar concerns; she separated from Andy long enough to look over at me and tell me to "Park the boat and get your cock over here" before locking lips again.

I scouted the river ahead and spotted a large willow overhanging the river just around the next meander. It took a couple of minutes to get there, and it was hard work getting the right angle to go through the branches, but I soon had us in a more secluded place, obscured form prying eyes by leafy boughs. I wedged the pole between branches and forced it into the riverbed as far as I could, and then forced the metal peg on a chain that was dangling off the end of the punt into the riverbank in a possibly fruitless attempt to stop us drifting back downstream.

By the time I looked back, things had moved on again. Laura had bent over so that, whilst still sat next to him, her head was in Andy's lap, and she was busy sucking cock. She held the base in her right hand, wanking it slowly, whilst her mouth played around the bulbous mushroom red -- licking it before taking it into her mouth and slowly moving her mouth up and down. Every descent took slightly more of his dick in, leaving a bright red lipstick tide mark around his shaft before she took it out of her mouth, leaving it shiny with saliva, before starting again. Andy meanwhile was sat with his right hand resting on his girlfriend's arse, his left hand resting on her head, his eyes on Rose and Tess and a massive grin on his face. I watched as he exerted a small amount of downward pressure on Laura's whilst at the same time bucking his hips slightly so that she had to take even more of his cock down her throat. The slurping, gagging noises coming from that end of the punt were utterly disgusting and I loved them.

Nearer to me, Tess had managed to virtually strip Rose completely -- her denim shorts were lying in the middle of the boat, her vest top and bra bunched under her armpits leaving her breasts exposed. A triangle of pink material which was presumably her knickers had been moved to one side and Tess was knuckle deep in her pussy, finger fucking her furiously. Rose, legs spread wide, was arching her back already and grasping at her nipples, eyes closed, and Tess was watching her intently as she writhed and bucked. I sat and watched her reaming her friend's soaking wet cunt, three fingers pistoning in and out of her with a series of wet, squelching sounds. Tess herself was almost kneeling, her dress open and exposing her tits once more.

"God, Rose, you really do have fantastic tits!" I told her and she giggled furiously, making them shake and judder even more.

"So I've been told!" she gasped before sitting up and pulling herself off Tess's hand which glistened with her juices. She completed the job that Tess had started and pulled off her vest top, then unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. "I've also been told you have a fantastic cock," she continued, turning over and getting onto all fours. I shuffled forward and spread my legs; Rose grabbed my cock and gave it a quick suck. "And Tess... you can carry on what you were doing before!" she instructed over she shoulder. She spread her own legs slightly, and Tess tugged her knickers down before resuming her exploration of Rose's vagina.