A Day At The Creek

On a trip to a large metropolitan East Coast city, a younger couple of friends were telling my wife and me of an experience that they had. You see, they live in an apartment complex with their two daughters. Both worked full-time jobs and found it hard to have private time alone. Their one escape was to sneak outside to the pool late at night after the lights were dimmed. There, they could get in a quicky, while remaining vigilant to prying eyes. On one recent experience, they thought there might have been a voyeur to their escapade.

As we talked, I told them that it happens in the country too... In fact, I had witnessed such a scene just a few years before. As they looked on in disbelief, my wife remarked, "It's true. He has the proof."

Subsequently, I promised to e-mail them a (slightly embellished) story and photos of the proof. With their permission, here is that story. Sorry, but the photos are not included because there is no way to get permission for their distribution.

As a new contributor to this site, I welcome all constructive thoughts and comments.

A Day at the Creek

Ozark creeks are unlike others anywhere in the world. They flow through soils and rocks that are the left-over remnants of the oldest mountains in the continental US. Their banks are forested with oak, river birch and sycamore trees. Those banks vary in height from a few feet to a hundred or more as the creeks continue to cut cliffs and valleys in the crust of the Earth. Their clear, spring-fed waters flow slowly and steadily from one pool to the next over flint and sandstone gravels that have been polished and rounded through countless centuries. There are limestone outcroppings that define their bottoms. These occur at different heights. Sometimes forming a shallow shelf that the water pours over. Other times, they are the slick floor of a pool that is deep enough to cover your head. Residents take these for granted most of the time. But, from time to time, everyone is drawn to them. That was the case the other day. It was hot, rain was needed and the creek beckoned the young couple and their two daughters.

The man was about 35. His wife appeared to be a few years younger. The oldest daughter was perhaps 12, the other maybe 10. They parked their car by the side of the dirt road just past the low water bridge and got out. Each one grabbed something from the trunk and headed for the creek. It was apparent that they were familiar with this place and loved it dearly.

They spread their lawn chairs, towels and cooler over the stoney beach. The two girls headed for the water. Dad walked over by mom and started to caress her butt through her short denim cutoffs. He took care to stand close to her side and keep his movements secret from the girls. Mom never gave any indication of the little bit of petting that was going on.

The girls started skipping rocks. They weren't very successful. Mom looked over to dad and motioned for him to move along and play with his daughters. He gave her one last pat on her tight bubble butt, picked up the Frisbee and walked down to the water. Mom set about organizing stuff and spread herself a towel on the rocks. Her tan lines peeked out every once in a while, when she bent or reached. Her Daisy Dukes and tank top were a typical Ozark swimsuit.

After a while, two other cars stopped on the road above. Both families poured out and made their way down to the creek. About a half dozen kids joined the father and his two girls in the water. This place was rocking now. A radio started up, a man in a cowboy hat worked on building a fire in the well-used ring of rocks that formed an outdoor bar-b-que grill on the gravel bar. His wife and the other couple walked down to the water to cool their feet. The second man wore thick glasses and looked as if he hadn't seen the sun all summer. He wore a white teeshirt and cutoffs that almost covered his knees.

Two young boys showing off and splashing water on them soon drew the girl's attention away from dad. He made his way up to the towels and sat next to mom. At a moment when all attention was away from them he reached over to caress her breasts through her tight tank top. She flushed with embarrassment, but her nipples perked up, belying the fact that she enjoyed the little cat and mouse game. A quick glance around assured her that no one had seen the gesture. As she rolled over to give him a quick kiss on the lips, she reached down and stroked his genitals through his cutoffs. It was apparent they were in love.

She finished her kiss and rolled over as the two girls made their way out of the water. They were apparently comfortable with their parents' show of affection because they made no mention of it. Instead, the oldest asked if they could have a cup to put crawdads in. She blushed as mom kidded her about being too scared to catch any. But, little sister cleared things up when she explained that they would only be holding the cup for the boys.

As the girls went toward the water, a motion caught dad's attention to the right. One of the other moms was shedding her cut-offs. Her smooth honey-gold skin contrasted well with her fluorescent yellow tight bikini bottoms. Dad's distraction was warranted as she bent away from him, picked up her shorts and slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head. A matching yellow tube top, that held her small pointed breasts tight to her chest, completed her ensemble. The woman had a bikini shave and no tan lines apparent when she moved. Mom now joined dad in gazing on their neighbor. No look of jealousy found its way to her face as she acknowledged that the other woman was a beauty.

The bespeckled husband, his wife and the cook/husband joined the yellow clad neighbor around the cooler. The two men opened beers, their mates went after wine coolers. Mom and dad looked on as they drank and shared friendly conversation.

The girls were now wading with the boys along the edge of a ripple. It was interesting to watch as the boys tried their best to exhibit their hunter/gatherer skills to the opposite sex. Mom and dad did not miss the fact that there was a lot of emerging mating dance in their youthful display. They were discussing it quietly when one of the neighbor men asked them if they wanted a drink. Dad waved him off with a courteous, "No thanks, we have our own."

After a bit, cowboy hat man began preparing to cook. Mom got up and went to wade in the cool waist-deep water. You could tell she was not real comfortable with that but, when a girls got to pee.....

Dad took the opportunity to grab a Coke from his cooler. He caught the eye of the cook and struck up a conversation. He and the bespeckled man were attending the fire. They spoke mostly small talk about the weather and the creek. It revealed that all had similar feelings and experiences with this special little beach. Eventually, dad asked if the men would mind watching the girls, after they finished their lunch, so that he and mom could take a hike. The cowboy cook nodded yes and invited them to eat. Dad refused, saying they had brought their own picnic basket. But, said that he would ask the girls if they wanted to eat a hotdog.

The bespeckled man said that he wasn't hungry and slung a long lensed 35mm camera around his neck. He announced that he was going to take wildlife pictures. Nearing the creek, he paused to tell his wife and the yellow clad beauty his plans. He then turned and headed for the elevated forest bank on the other side of the creek.

Dad went back to the towels and watched as his, now relieved wife, made her way up to him. He shared his plans and assured her mutual agreement.

When the cook announced that lunch was ready, the two girls looked toward mom and dad to see what they should do. Dad nodded toward the neighbors and said, "Go ahead and have a hot dog. Mom and I are going to hike down-stream a bit."

The couple made their way over the low water bridge. Dad helped mom as she picked her way over the boulders to get to the knee-deep water of the creek. Watching as her cleavage exposed her firm young breasts brought a familiar warmth to his groin. Seeing her supple thighs part when she stepped over the side, served to tighten his shorts even more. They could hear the music and laughter of the party as they turned their backs and waded downstream holding hands. They steadied each other as they picked their way along the limestone creek bed. It was a loving scene.

The pool never got any deeper for about a hundred feet, then there was a shallow ripple at which the couple stopped. They looked back to check on the girls and give each other a reassuring kiss on the cheek. In front of them was a gentle curve that curved back before bending out of sight. Before disappearing around the bend, lay a sycamore log brought down by the spring rains. It stretched about halfway across the water. The resulting log drift was about neck high and diverted the water to create a gravel bar on the downstream side. On the elevated outside bank, a three trunked white oak tree cast a shadow across it, creating a cool inviting place to rest. The couple strode toward the shade.

After picking their way around the drift, they looked back upstream. From here, the picnic area and half of the bridge was hidden behind the curve of the lower bank. A bit of the creek on the other side of the bridge was in view, but not a lot. Nearby, the opposite bank was about 30 feet away and 12 feet above their heads. The couple stepped behind the log jam and stopped.

Now hidden from the others, this spot suited their needs. Not a word was spoken as they embraced passionately. The woman ran her hands over her husband's back and butt. He pushed his tongue into her waiting mouth. The eagerness of the kiss showed that lust was at hand.

He embraced her breasts with both hands. She pushed her chest out to receive the attention and thrust her crotch against his. Mom's breathing increased. She was glad to have the attention. As hot as it was on this summer afternoon, this little spot on the creek was now on fire....

They spent several moments exploring each other through their clothes. Then dad's hand made its way under the ragged fringe of her shorts. She instinctively spread her legs to make way for his searching fingers. Her hips started to sway while they traced circular paths around her womanhood. Her eyes were intent on his in that familiar gaze of anticipation. She reached down his shorts with one hand as she steadied herself around his neck with the other. A few strokes on his already firm member brought a soft groan of appreciation. Both were held in each other's charm.

Mom stepped back and broke the spell. Dad reached for the button on her shorts. She reached for his. Their shorts landed on the gravel bar at nearly the same time. Neither wore underwear. They hurriedly stepped out of them and kicked them away. He was clad only in tennis shoes, she had her tank top on too. They were ready for each other.....

..............

The man knelt as if to worship her beauty. She stepped forward to receive his praise. His tongue met her eager pussy as she lifted her leg over his shoulder. The smell of lust was strong.

Sweat beads on her forehead glistened in the glare from the reflected sun. He gently lapped the smooth skin on her inner thighs. She tensed her tight round butt in anticipation. He moved his tongue slowly around her mound teasing and enticing her in the way that only he knew how. Her hips swiveled in time to his motions, while her eyes closed in anticipation.

A change in direction signaled her to stand still as he started his first long slow tongue stroke from the back to the front of her quim. His knowing touch brought another moan as he gently parted her small inner lips and touched the pink within. Stopping short of her love bud, he pulled his tongue out and tickled its way back down the lips, to the place where he started. Her moisture was weeping out like morning dew on a flower petal. Her knee flexed. It was all she could do to stand. He lapped at the dew. She was definitely in lust now!

She had to have more. It appeared to be a well rehearsed and natural reaction for her to open her pussy lips with one hand and pull his head into her overheated snatch. He knew the signal. It was time to rock the boat.... He did just that. He kissed it at first with a sweet sucking smooch just on the tip. Then he suckled her man-in-the-boat deeper into his lips. It was firm and proud. The nursing had its intended effect. The bud broke free of its hood and pushed its head out toward his tongue. He knew what to do.

Tongue twisting the tip of her clitoris was his favorite part. He flicked at it a few times knowing how sensitive it was. A few figure eight passes around it caused her hips and hands to signal it was time. He paused briefly before pressing the tip of his tongue into the front of its base. He circled around the root of her clit and spiraled his tongue upwards. A few soft flicks on the tip and then it encircled the bud and sucked. She tensed and humped his tongue. He laid it flat to receive her thrust. She pounded it hard several times as pleasure racked her frame. A guarded but intense groan escaped her lips. He steadied her as passion made her weak. For a few seconds she had no sense of time or space... only of lust.

As she gathered her senses, he soothed her with a few tongue strokes up and down her love tunnel. Her desire subsided slowly. Her eyes eventually opened and she got her bearings.

The glaze over her eyes said that she was not through. His stiff member left no doubt about his readiness to finish the task. Almost without any signal, she lowered her leg. He stood up and gave her a taste of her juices. She accepted it readily by sucking down his tongue. Their kiss served to affirm the act was necessary for both of them.

At that, she stepped back and gave him a smile. In unison, they moved closer to the drift. The gravel bar rose as they neared it. A log at just the right height gave her a brace when she turned toward the bridge. A quick glance through an opening in the wooden barrier, assured her that their daughters were hidden from them, upstream. She leaned over and spread her legs. It was a sight he had longed to see. Her pelvis was pushed back and up. Her pussy lips peeked out the rear. He never tired of seeing this most inviting scene.

As he stepped up to the task, he found the elevation of the gravel bar had positioned her at the perfect height. He didn't have to squat, she didn't have to strain. His rod was the perfect height to enter her. At the entrance he paused. He was hard enough that he did not need any assist. He pushed his hips forward gently and traced a line up the center of her slit with the head of his stony hard on. When he got to the top, he stiffened the stroke and started to move slowly toward the bottom. As he cleared her pubis and returned to the wet opening, the head found her hole. It slipped just inside.

He paused to feel the sensation of her body wrapping itself in a perfect fit. He knew this path well. But the circumstances held him in a trance. He just wanted to pause and absorb the moment. It was love and lust, safety and alarm. So few were the times when they found privacy in their busy young lives. His daughters were just around the bend. So were the days' neighbors.

She had quite another thought. Pushing hard and slow she eased his dick in a few inches more. His pelvis responded. He slipped back out to the head then, just an inch further in, than before. A few strokes to distribute her moisture and he was ready to plunge.

As he landed hilt deep she sighed. There was no stopping it now. They were going to f**k! And, so they did. At times fast. At others, slow and gentle. He did not set the pace any more often than she. Their lovemaking was in tune to what each wanted and when.

His hands reached up under her tank top. Her nipples were taut. He stroked them with his fingertips pulling and pinching them to their greatest length. She loved this touch and heaved her chest to signal approval. Her hips hunched back in response to his thrusts, his balls slapped her clit with exactly the right touch. She started to tremble again. It was almost more than he could stand. She squeezed his cock with her crotch as if she was milking it off. In one last hard heaving push, she lost it. Her muscles squeezed and pinched. His dick was hers and she wanted it all.

He held off for as long as he could hoping she would finish before it was too late.... Then it was over. She relaxed just a bit. He pulled it out and spun her around. Her hands went out as she squatted down. Loving lips met the tip just as he started to squirt. Cum shot past them and into her mouth. By the second pulse, she had swallowed it and half of him too. She applied suction to the head and coaxed out more. He shoved his hips forward and obliged her with all that he had.

She held it tight and drank in his jism. His hands cradled her head to make sure she was in tune. Although, it wasn't really necessary, as this form of birth control was quite familiar to both. In the aftermath of the eruption, he stood rigid. His butt and legs were drawn tight, his pelvis pushed forward in a way that is normal only in this moment of passion. A few up and down bobs on his dick brought remnants of their lovemaking out of the corners of her mouth. She then licked up every drop as he relaxed just a bit. His once firm member had started to wane.

The sound of a broken twig caught his attention. He ducked down behind the drift as fast as he could. She squatted also in response to his apprehension. Peering through one of the voids in the drift, he saw what it was. The be-speckled man was standing in the woods beyond the triple oaks above them. His shoulders and camera were visible above the elevated bank beside them. His attention was on his view finder as he focused the camera on something deeper into the woods.

They scrambled around under cover of the drift and managed to slip their shorts on. Then he gave her a kiss and led her out and around the drift. The man heard their footsteps crunch the rocks and splash the rippled water. He turned and waved at them. As they strode by him they man put his fingers to his lips and indicated quiet.

They watched in silence as the man zoomed, focused and took a still frame of something in the woods. Afterward, he watched for a few moments before turning and saying, "Wild Turkeys. A Tom and a Hen. I got it on film!:"

Dad said, "It must be mating season."

The man smiled, nodded his head and turned to walk away.

Mom blushed, squeezed Dad's hand and whispered, "Perhaps he didn't see...."

for HBW and Proud Hubby With Many Thanks...

copyright 2002 Slimlong

PS: I wear glasses and take a lot of wildlife photos none of which were wild turkeys, that day.