Message sent, message received, message accepted. He put his chin on her back, resting his head and continuing the manipulations. He also took in the valley view. The scenery was peaceful and calming.
Spence pulled one hand away from her boob and put it inside the loose leg of her shorts, tunneling for her labia. It was soft, warm and moist, barely covered by a narrow strip of the thong underwear. He probed under the fabric, pushed it aside, acquiring tactile contact, finger skin to cunt skin.
Rearing back, Spence's other hand unbuttoned his snap and lowered his zipper, spreading the khaki flaps. His tumescent meat found free air. He maneuvered it pass the silky loose leg opening and put the tip against the oily labia, pressing forward. The knob easily slipped in. His cock being well wedged, Spence's hand was free for other duties and he placed both around on Joan's belly. He moved them upward, resuming his tit cupping under the teeshirt, on the bare nipples, pinching them.
Joan leaned back and braced herself with her hands on the rail. Spence pulled her into his chest, peeking over her shoulder. He pushed his hips and buried his cock in her cunt. They started a counterstroke, long and slow, careful not to let him fall out. His knob was brushing all the length of her tunnel.
Spence regarded the pleasant view. He felt great, fucking a beautiful woman, looking out on the world, fondling her boobs. Joan kept looking forward but she moaned and whimpered when his rim rubbed past her G-spot. Spence just stroked, grunting at the bottom of each thrust, giving an extra bump before backing out.
Joan leaned up higher and locked her elbows. The noises of the wind and bird calls competed with the noises of their coupling. Their volume rose as their heat built. Spence was panting, getting closer to his summit on the summit. Joan was breathing deeper. She sensed Spence's impending eruption and twisted her head back, imploring his kiss. He leaned in and their lips locked. He gave a muffled growl, Joan moaned into his mouth and Spence poured his solar offering into Joan's alter. It was precisely 1:22 PM, Summer Solstice.
Joan stayed braced on the rail as Spence bowed over her back. They inched down from their high climax, standing on the edge of the high terrain. Spence backed out of her cunt and shorts. She turned and helped him to put his cock back in his shorts. They sat on the bench, recovering some energy for the hike back.
On the descent, Spence led them through the steep rough part of the trail, turning to lend Joan a hand down the chasms, catching her chest to chest if she slipped. On the lower, more level path, they strolled hand in hand through the cleared sports areas surrounding the main facility. A brief summer shower drenched them. They continued on, Joan's breasts jostling in the wet stretched teeshirt, her nipples aroused by the cool rain and prominently displayed through the translucent shrouds. In Spence's room, they stripped the wet clothes, showered away the chills and played in a warm spray. Joan gave Spence a soapy handjob.
Joan stayed with Spence through the mid-summer night. When he awoke in the dark, she reached out and found him half-aroused, only mid-erect on this midsummer night. She licked and lapped it into fullness, then rolled Spence on top of her, into the cradle of her open thighs. She placed him for entry and he helped out by plunging in. They thrust and rocked, deep and shallow, until Spence felt the inevitable rush and bellowed his satisfaction. Lying beside Joan in the bed at Total Woman Excursions, Spence figured, all in all, this was a pretty good start to his summer.
