Maribeth and I had spent the day riding horses at a ranch near her home in Texas, but the dusty ride and the hot day found us near a secluded pool where a creek had broadened when some beavers had built a dam. The horses waded nearby but were drinking their fill and enjoying the shade of the elms that lined the creek.
As for us, shirts, shorts, and boots were neatly placed on a blanket under one of the trees and I watched as Maribeth's naked body slowly waded into the deeper water. As always, my cock firmed slightly as I took in her cute butt until it disappeared beneath the water. When I did the same it only took a short time in the cool water before we were engaged in a little horseplay.
Wrestling with her water-slicked body was a blast. Neither of us could get a good grip on the other but the slipping and sliding of warm slick flesh against warm slick flesh was enough to keep the sexual tension high.
Finally exhausted and out of breath, we settled in the shallow water, in the shade of the elm tree. I sat on the sandy bottom and Maribeth sat astraddle me, one leg on each side of my hips, her arms around my neck, my erect penis protruding up between us, her warm pussy pressed against it and her soft nipples tickling the hair on my chest.
She kissed me lightly and then laughed. "This seems to be our position. We keep ending up this way."
I hugged her tightly to me, and replied; "I see nothing wrong with it; in fact, I like it a lot." I wiggled my hips as best I could with her sitting on me, I could feel my shaft rubbing across her slit.
Maribeth shivered and wiggled her hips, "If you don't quit that, I'm going to have to immobilize your dick."
She chuckled and kissed me. When the kiss ended, I said, "There is another way to go at this."
Maribeh gave me a wide-eyed look and said, "Oh?"
I laughed and replied, "Yes, we find a nice soft bed and a lot of free time. That and a little patience are all we need. It will take a lot of hard, hard work on my part and more than a hundred orgasms on your part but I think we can do it."
Her wide-eyed look turned to a sly, wolfish grin. "More than a hundred orgasms; is that what you said?" When I returned the grin and nodded, she laughed and added, "When do we begin?"
"When isn't the question? Where that is the question. She smiled and slowly got up off my lap. She was a little wobbly as she got to her feet. She reached down with both hands, "Come on, we don't have far to go to find that soft bed, I live only eight miles away remember."
I took her hands and stood up. Once I was on my feet, I pushed Maribeth's hands and arms around behind her back and pulled her tightly to me. With her arms imprisoned behind her, I kissed her long and deep. She pulled at my grip a couple of times before she surrendered to the kiss with a soft moan.
I broke the kiss and moved my head to the side to kiss and lick at her neck from the junction of her neck and shoulder and then up to her ear. As I nibbled on a lobe, she whimpered softly and pressed herself tighter to me, rubbing her lower belly and mound against my hard shaft. I loosened my grip on her arms and lowered my hands to squeeze and massage her tight ass cheeks. Her arms remained behind her back where I had left them as if to say, "Do with me what you will."
The forefinger on my right hand trailed slowly up and down the deep cleft between her ass cheeks. Each time it lightly brushed over the tight pucker of her anus, she jerked. About the fourth time she jerked, she whispered with a hiss, "You're going to get me turned on again if you don't quit teasing like that."
"Oh, you like that, do you?" I whispered back.
She nodded quickly as my fingertip probed at the tight circle of muscle. I moved the finger lower and dipped it into the hot wet opening of her sex. She moved her legs wider apart and rose onto her toes. I worked the finger into the first joint and slowly rotated it; before I slowly slipped it back out.
Maribeth whimpered softly and her hips pivoted as if they were searching for the finger. "Hmmm, you like that also." She nodded again.
I rubbed the slippery fingertip against her clit and she jerked and stuck her butt out sharply. Slowly I worked the fingertip inside. The whole time, I listened to her soft whimpering whine.
When the finger penetrated the first joint, I held it still for a moment before starting to slowly move it in and out. After a few seconds, a shudder ran up and down Maribeth's body and the whine became a loud moaning groan as she came. Her legs got wobbly and I used both arms to hold her upright and against me.
After a moment, I picked her up and waded the few steps to shore where I carried her over to the blanket. When I picked her up, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and as I lowered her back to her feet, she grabbed each side of my head and planted a kiss that would have aroused the dead.
When she released me, I asked, "What was that for?"
She didn't answer, but just smiled and sat down on the blanket without saying a word. I sat down beside her and just pushed her back so that we were lying face-to-face. Maribeth let out a long deep sigh and closed her eyes.
I laid down beside her and propped my head up on my hand just watching. After a few minutes, her eyes opened and she smiled up at me. "I've already had more sex this afternoon than I've had in any one year of my life. Of course, if it weren't for my fingers, I'd have no sex life at all. It's my choice and I don't have to like it, but it's worth waiting for the right person."
Maribeth paused for a moment and then asked, "So, where the hell have you been, and what took you so long to find me?"
When I mentioned that I had gone off to war. Maribeth just pouted and punched me in the shoulder.
As if to make amends, I leaned over and kissed Maribeth gently and I hoped lovingly. With a smile, I turned over and laid down on my back, the hot afternoon sun quickly warming my body and causing a thin sheen of perspiration to coat my skin. Soon I felt Maribeth's hand reach out and our fingers intertwined.
Maribeth rolled onto her side, facing me. Her head propped up on one hand and her other wandered over my sweat-slick chest and abs.
It seemed that Maribeth's exploring hand was taking the measure of my body and it was as if she couldn't quite comprehend the smell and texture of the masculine body that lay next to her. Then raising her face, she said, "I can't get over the great shape you're in for your age."
I never quite know how to deal with compliments, so I played it straight. "Well, I guess that's what 30 miles a week and a few workouts buy you," referencing the five-mile morning run I'd been doing for almost thirty-five years. "But, you my dear, are drop-dead gorgeous." I quickly added.
Maribeth chuckled. "I was an ugly duckling. When I was young, I was skinny, with wild hair. It wasn't until later that I sort of filled out," she said as she seemed to look down at the firm but oh-so-soft breasts that jutted from her chest.
She squeezed my hands and grinned. "Do you think you can make me come one more time?"
When I started to move, she held my hands and shook her head. "No, don't move. Do it from this position."
I laughed and said, "Oh, you're trying to make it harder on me." When she glanced down at my semi-hard member, I laughed again, which made her grin. "Maybe difficult was a better choice of a word to use."
She laughed and replied, "No, I like the first word better."
"OK, close your eyes and leave them closed," I told her.
She closed her eyes and I moved her hands back to the tops of her knees. I sat there looking at her for a long moment, drinking in her beauty. With one finger, I lightly traced a line across her smooth forehead and then down between her eyes to the tip of her nose. Next, I used the fingertip to outline her lips and jawline.
I placed a finger on each side of Maribeth's neck, just below her ears, and traced downward along the sides of her neck and out along the tops of her shoulders. Without pausing, I continued down along her arms and ended up at the tops of her hands.
