“Hey babe,” I said, paddling right up to D’s kayak. “Find a beach you want to eat my pussy on and let’s take a break.” His blue eyes lit up with excitement and a devilish grin spread across his face.

“Done.” He said, as he started to paddle faster.

As we paddled, my pussy began to tingle with the thought of D’s tongue on my clit. We were in that new relationship phase where everything is exciting and you can hardly keep your hands off one another. It had been a whole four hours since he had cum inside me earlier that morning and I was starting to crave his touch again.

“There,” D said, pointing his oar at a sandy bank to our right. It was tucked just around a river bend, with cottonwoods and tamarisks lining the shores. There was a large log that would be just perfect for our purposes.

We pulled our boats on to the beach and stripped off our life jackets. I took a moment to admire the sunlight glinting off the water droplets rolling down D’s tan skin. He ran a hand through his wet sandy-brown hair and smiled at me, looking me up and down as if trying to decide what he wanted to do to me first.

His long legs quickly closed the gap between us. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he lifted my face in the sun and kissed me, hard. Blood immediately rushed to my pussy. My clit was throbbing, eagerly awaiting his touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Releasing his grip from my neck, he spun me around. “Go,” he ordered, as he nudged me forward towards the log. I quickly peeled my board shorts down my wet legs, stepping out of them and running to the log.

D came up behind me, wrapping one hand around my throat and pinching my nipple between his fingers with the other. He softly kissed my temple before growling “bend over” in my ear. I leaned over, placing my hands on the log and standing on my tippy toes. As I slowly wiggled my ass at him, I looked behind me to see him stepping out of his own board shorts.

My dark curly ponytail fell over my shoulder as I watched him stroke his hard cock a few times, admiring my round ass. He stepped closer, parting my swollen lips with his fingers. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his middle finger circled my clit a few times. The gasp became a moan and my knees buckled as he plunged his middle finger inside me, coming to rest on my g spot. After a few strokes, he pulled out and rubbed his fingers together. “Good girl,” he said, satisfied with how wet I was.

I could feel my wetness on his fingers when he grabbed my hips. He slid his cock over my slit a few times, alternating between teasing my swollen clit and my waiting hole. Finally, he lined his cock up and pushed all the way inside me in one thrust.

It was a good thing he was holding my hips tight because I don’t think my knees could have supported my weight.

He paused for a minute, deep inside me, to give my pussy a chance to stretch around his cock. I felt him slowly withdraw as I tightened my pussy around his cock, before burying himself in me again. As his thrusting quickened, he landed a spank on my right ass cheek so crisp I swear it echoed off the red canyon walls.

D continued railing me on the river bank as I flexed my pussy around his cock to make it just a little harder for him to pull out. But eventually, it took all my concentration just to hold on to the log and stay standing.

Suddenly, I felt D pull all the way out, leaving my hungry pussy empty. I spun around and shot him a look of betrayal. Didn’t he know how much I needed his cock inside me?

“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the log. As I did as I was told, he cradled the back of my head in his hand, tangling his fingers to my hair to guide my mouth on to his cock. Both hands holding my head, he began thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. I leaned back a bit to part my pussy lips with two fingers and started rubbing my clit. I looked up at him and his blue eyes held mine, silently telling me how much he needed my mouth.

Releasing my head, he pulled his cock out my mouth, leaving a string of spit connecting us. “Your turn,” he grinned at me. We grabbed a small towel and laid it down in the sand between some tamarisk bushes.

I laid down on my back, planting my feet next to my butt and spreading my legs for him. He wasted no time laying down in front of me and diving right in. He swirled his tongue in soft circles around my clit before giving the entire length of my pussy long licks, dipping his tongue into me, then returning to gently suck on my clit.

D’s tongue had a habit of turning me into a complete puddle and this was no exception. He pulled back for just a second searching my eyes. And as soon as he saw how much I was enjoying myself, he smiled and dove right back in, this time sliding two fingers inside me.

Sucking my clit with his fingers inside me, he pressed his other hand on my stomach, making sure I felt all of him. After a few minutes of D rubbing my g spot and licking my clit, a thought crossed my mind: I think he might be able to make me squirt.

Between gasps and moans and oh fucks, I managed to say “babe, do you want to try to make me squirt?”

D’s head immediately snapped up from between my legs. “Really?” he said, eyebrows raised and eyes eager.

“Yeah, I think so,” I said panting as he continued fingering me. “Keep fingering me like that, curling your fingers on my g spot. When I say now, pull your fingers out hard.”

“Got it,” he said, diving right back into licking me.

I quickly felt my orgasm start to build. “Fuck, fuck. Oh god, oh my god. That feels sooo good babe, keep going. Yes. Yes. FUCK.” My moans grew louder as I started losing control of my pussy muscles and they started contracting involuntarily.

Just as I was about to say “NOW,” I spotted a kayaker coming around the river bend. And then another. And another.

“Shit, babe!” I said. D turned his head to see two more kayakers appear from up stream.

“Wooooo GET IT” one girl shouted, pumping her oar above her head as she watched us.

“Can you… do that?” another girl asked. “Uhh no, you can’t,” her friend replied.

D’s fingers were still inside me, still rubbing my g spot, as we watched the last three kayakers paddle by, pretending not to see us.

Once they passed us, D looked up at me and we both started laughing.

“Goddamnit,” I said. “I was JUST about to cum.”

“I know, I could feel it,” D said, still moving his fingers slowly in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck. Well, it’s gone now,” I said, tipping my head back in frustration. “And this is uhhhhh not as private as I thought. We should probably get dressed before a DNR ranger shows up.”

“Good call,” D replied, reluctantly pulling his fingers out of me.

I picked my shorts up off the beach but before I could slide them on, D kissed me, grabbing my ass in both hands.

“That was fun,” he smiled at me, giving my ass a playful squeeze.

“Fuck yeah it was,” I smiled back.

He kissed me softly on the forehead before letting go of my ass and sliding his shorts over his hips.

We hung out on the beach for a little longer, eating some snacks, rehydrating, and putting some distance between us and our unwitting voyeurs. I found a rock on the beach that looked like the pattern on the shorts he was wearing. I put it in my pocket to remember the beach by. It sits on my nightstand now and every time I look at it, I feel a little blood rush to my clit, remembering what D did to me on that beach.