Dawn by the River: My First Raw Encounter with Anna
Dawn broke early. I slipped out for mushrooms, heading to my secret spot deep in the woods by the hill. Dew clung to grass, air pure as revival. River ahead, I’d follow it a couple kilometers. Left a note for Arielle: fresh fungi fry at noon. Anna coming with supplies.
River lazy, sandy creeks perfect for kids. Weeping willows hid lovers’ nooks. Sun mirrored on water. Splash ahead. Heart jumped. Hiding in tall grass, I crept closer. Backlit magic. Through wild herbs, her silhouette. Woman bathing, back to me. Two perfect globes on her ass basin. Breath held. Legs long, curve just right to stir any man.
The Approach
She scooped water, bent. Ripe apricot pussy flashed. Half-turn, breast curve, nipple peaked by cold. Full face: Anna. Shaved clean since last. Chubby lips. Water rained diamonds on her. Wanted closer, but fear she’d bolt.
Idea hit. Stripped quick, slid into cold water silent. Drifted near her cove. She spotted, hands covered tits and mound. Floated past, whispered, ‘Morning, Anna. You’re stunning in dawn light. Turn for me.’ Shocked but obedient, arms up, full spin. Muscled farm girl body, saint-tempting curves. Eyes devoured. My cock twitched despite chill, mini-mast rising. She stared.
Floated on back, mesmerized. She grabbed my hand, towed to shore. Towel spread, she lay legs wide. Open invitation. Clit hood between lips. Erection full now. Lay beside, hand on her sex, lips brushing hers. Tongue teased mouth. Kiss deepened. Fingers gripped folds, circled button, one slipped in wet heat.
Lips trailed nipples, sucked hard peaks. She moaned, hips bucked slow. Tongue roamed breasts, nibble-lick-play. Down to smooth mound. Dove into slit, teeth grazed clit hood gentle. Musky scent hit. Tongue plunged, lapped her flood.
The Instant
Rolled on back, offered my pole. She straddled face, clit to lips, swallowed me deep. Decapped, sucked to throat. Back, licked shaft to frenulum. Shivers. I lapped, nipped, sucked her nub. Drank her nectar, drunk on it. Her mouth sped, vacuum pulls. I ravaged clit, hips spasmed. Climax hit, jets down her throat. She gulped, slowed. Her taste shifted, thicker, sweeter. Peak crashed on my face.
Pulled her close, kissed. Semi-hard slipped in. Warmth revived it. Slow thrusts, second orgasm ripped stronger. Stayed buried, fused.
Sun warmed skin. She smiled Madonna-serene. Dove to rinse sweat and cum. Joined her, chilled clean. Told mushroom quest dressing. She skipped panties, skirt and shirt. Pointed kilometer-off patch, basket filled.
Lunch invite. Sly grin yes. Whistled home, head full of her. Arielle abed. Coffee up, pushed door. East light ray on her nude splendor, shaved pussy glowing. Aroma woke her. Sipped, adventures silent. That riverside dawn? First time real, clumsy thrill cracked my world. Heart raced wild, no turning back. Innocence gone, horizons wide. Adult now, marked forever.
