In a quiet, sleepy, picturesque corner of Essex, right on the border with even sleepier Suffolk, there lies 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 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 hang over the side of the boat to chill, a soft blanket, and a couple of pillows. 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 what you were looking for, 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, 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. An absent 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 boat-house. Parking the car, we gathered the basked, 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 which came our way, from other visitors. I'm sure we made an interesting sight, this silver-haired woman, accompanied by a much 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 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, 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. 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 I 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, turning to thank the handler for his help, smiling at him in that 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 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 on 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.
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Part 2
For the next few minutes, I watched you 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, happy I hoped, 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 certain 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 at you, 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 slightly. At this movement, I frowned at you and pouted. Slowly 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 you softly. Your eyes flew open, and I could see from your eyes you were 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 child. If you can, lift your feet up on to the bench in front of you so your pussy is completely open. Pull down the bodice of your dress, so that your breasts are open to 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.
