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He knew what she wanted without her having to ask. He took her left foot and held the heel in his hand as he began to massage her toes. Then, holding the foot in both hands he rolled his thumbs over and outward along the ball of her foot. She showed her approval and appreciation with a moan and a subtle rub against his crotch with the right foot. He continued down, making small circles from the outsole to the inner arch. Hist other hand stroked softly in the other direction along her instep. Finally, he rubbed her heel and ankle. He kissed the scar left by an old injury, and gently moved the left leg to the side of the boat, allowing her foot to dangle in the cool water.
He picked up her right to do the same; she made sure to flex her foot so that her toes would rub against the bulge in his shorts. Her head and shoulders laid all the way back against the edge of the boat. He caressed the toes, then the ball of her right foot. The arch and instep. He finished with the heel and ankle, then moved the right foot to the other side of the boat.
He smiled at the results of his efforts. She was so relaxed that she had dozed off in the bow of the boat, or so he thought. He admired the rise and fall of her chest; her erect nipples pointing to the sky. Her supple but toned belly; the defined V descending from her waist to her thighs. Her strong but feminine thighs and quads; her sexy calves bulging as they went over the side of the boat. And in the middle of all that, the beautiful flower of her sexuality;, lips engorged and glistening like flower petals in the morning dew.
“Enjoying the view?” Her voice was soft, but it shattered the silence and startled him nonetheless.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…. You were just… so beautiful, and peaceful, and…” His voice trailed off as he searched for another compliment.
“And….wide open?” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but it soon faded. She wasn’t mad; she was flattered. And very, very aroused. “Why don’t you take a closer look? Would you like that?”
He didn’t hesitate; he slipped forward to his knees on the bottom of the metal boat. His hands caressed her thighs and gently spread them even wider. He hooked his arms under her legs, cradling her this in his biceps. His fingers spread her inner most regions and he stared into her. The pretty pink petals of her flower transitioned to a darker coral tunnel. He bent close and inhaled her wonderful scent, then kissed her just above the clitoris.
He took another deep breath, then with startling confidence he stuck out his tongue and licked the width of her slit from bottom to top. His tongue lapped at her juices a second time…a third…a fourth. He sucked at part of her left labia; her hand caressed the back of his head. He turned his head slightly and nibbled the right lip; she pushed his head closer.
No further invitation or instruction was needed. He lifted her slightly to create a better angle and devoured her sweet pussy right there in a small boat in the river. The boat rocked from their passion. He found the magic spot and the right rhythm and held steady to both. Her legs clamped against his torso; her hands held his head firmly in place. He had no way out, but also no intention of stopping.
Her body shook violently and completely through a mighty orgasm. He did not stop there. His left hand swirled in little circles just above her clitoral hood. His tongue fucked her opening; darting in and out and swirling left and right. Her body had not recovered from the first orgasm when a second hit.
The second set of tremors did not last as long, but her abs clenched her into a semi upright position. This one was silent, like she had forgotten how to breathe much less speak. Then she collapsed back into the boat, spent.
Finally free from her legs embrace, he climbed back up onto his seat. He admired the beauty of the nature around him; the magnificence of the woman in the boat with him. He turned left, then right to stretch out his back.
There was a faint slap of oars against the water coming from behind him. He turned further to look as another small boat approached. He was sure they were too far away to have seen anything, and they had to have been around the bend anyway.
A man in the other boat called out, “Great day for a float down the river, isn’t it? The views out here are magnificent, aren’t they?”
“Breath-taking.” He replied. “Absolutely breath taking.”
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