by Grace, K D
‘She told you about that, did she?’
‘She told me about a lot of things. Val, my point is that they both love you and want you happy. And they’re hoping, and I’m certainly hoping that your happiness will at least in part involve me.’
Suddenly they found themselves on the viewing platform at the top of the falls, surprisingly invisible from below. ‘Oh my God!’ She spoke over the roar of the falls, as they took in the dizzying view of the Columbia River and the world beneath that now looked miniature and toy-like.
She leaned out over the metal railing into nothingness. Her insides quivered low in her pelvic girdle and her stomach flip-flopped. ‘You feel that?’ she breathed, as he moved in behind her and slid his arms around her waist. ‘I love that feeling of almost falling, almost flying, you know, the way it feels to be up so high and looking down. I wonder if that’s what birds feel. I dream about that sometimes, flying like they fly.’
‘Oh yes, I feel it,’ he said, ‘But that’s not nearly all I’m feeling, Val, not nearly.’ He started by nibbling the nape of her neck, and as he moved in close enough that she could feel the tight undulation of his groin, the delirious free-falling sensation intensified until she shuddered and quivered against him, feeling goose flesh tickle up her spine. She guided his hand down inside her tank top to her breasts, cupping him to her until her nipple caressed his fingertips and he gasped against her ear. ‘God woman, I wouldn’t trade this. I wouldn’t trade this for the best thing any bird might feel.’
She wore a light summer skirt, and though easy access hadn’t been her plan at the beginning of the day, she was certainly happy for it now as his fingers scrunched the fabric until they made contact with bare skin, and the squirmy falling, flying feeling was joined by the thrum of ravenous arousal. She shifted her hips and opened her stance, taking care to rake herself hard against him as she did so. He gave a low belly-grunt in response, and she caught her breath in a little whimper as his hand slid over the crotch of her panties teasing the landscape below to full, humid attention. He thumbed the rise of her clit and drew a heavy finger up the length of her pout, pressing the soft gusset deep along the folds of her until he found her hole, wet and grasping. Then he wriggled and burrowed into it, fabric and all, making her squirm and bear down until the fabric was drenched and clinging. ‘You’re so soft and warm,’ he whispered against her nape. ‘And you smell like honey, hot and sticky and so ready.’
She heard his fly open, but as she reached around behind to grasp his heavy smoothness, he pushed her hand a way with a tight groan. ‘Don’t do that. I’m so full I’m not sure I can control myself and I don’t want to come in your hand. I want to come inside you.’
She heard the rattle of the condom wrapper as the hand stroking her through her panties at last slipped the crotch aside. She pulled a tight breath and rubbed herself against the flat of his palm.
‘Grab the rail.’ His voice came in tight staccato bursts. ‘That’s it. That’s my girl. Push your butt back. Open your legs for me.’
She did as he commanded, feeling the giddy clench of the height as she looked over the edge of the fall. The cool caress of evening air bathed her bottom as he lifted her skirt up over her hips, worried her panties until they were uselessly stretched over one butt cheek then he shoved into her with a trembling moan. ‘Oh God,’ he breathed. ‘Oh my God.’ Then he pushed in close, and she could tell by his gasp that they both felt the vertigo of the view into nothingness. The tingling gripping sensation was made all the more exquisite because it culminated in the place that already buzzed with excitement, the place where his cock pushed into her cunt.
And suddenly, they had company.
Fortunately, the couple wasn’t quiet in their approach. Val and Hawk heard them coming down the path talking happily about the lovely drive they’d had down the Gorge. Hawk placed a pussy-scented hand over Val’s lips in warning. ‘Don’t move.’ His words came out in a whispered rush. ‘I’m not about to take my cock out of your sweet cunt for polite company or otherwise, so stand still and let me take care of this.’ Careful to keep her pressed up tight against him, he straightened, smoothed her skirt in front then wriggled in very close. She arched her back, shifted her hips and pushed her bottom out to keep his cock from dislodging. He quickly straightened her skirt around his open fly and shoved his groin forward to settle himself still deeper in her pussy. Then he carefully rested a hand either side of her on the metal railing. ‘Now,’ he breathed. ‘Just act like you’re enjoying the view.’
She gave a nervous clench with her cunt lips and he gasped. ‘Stop that, or I’ll fuck you hard right here in front of them. I’ll grab your tits and hump and grunt and make such a scene that they’ll send for security.’ He nipped her earlobe enough to make it sting. ‘But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
Just then the woman came to the rail beside them. Fortunately her full attention was on the view. ‘Lovely, isn’t it?’ she said.
‘Mmm. Lovely.’ Hawk managed. His voice vibrated down through his cock and made Val’s breath hitch, but she disguised it with a cough, which did nothing to ease the tight, tetchy sensation growing where her pussy gripped his cock.
‘You two here on vacation?’ the man asked.
‘Mmm. Vacation, yes,’ Val replied, fighting the overpowering urge to thrust.
‘Us too,’ the woman said, taking her husband’s hand. ‘Well honeymoon, actually.’
‘Congratulations,’ both Val and Hawk managed in unison. Val noticed Hawk was white-knuckling the railing, and her toes were curled so hard that she feared she’d dig holes through her sandals.
As the couple moved around the platform to view Little Multnomah Fall flowing into the deep pool beneath, Hawk’s hand migrated under the front of Val’s skirt to stroke her mons. Then he gave a subtle but deep thrust and tweaked Val’s clit until her knees nearly gave with the thrum of animal lust and vertigo pulsing up through her. ‘Feels good being sneaky, doesn’t it? Makes you even wetter, doesn’t it?’ He nuzzled her ear. ‘Makes my cock feel like iron.’
Fortunately the couple didn’t linger over the view, but turned and disappeared back down the path.
In spite of himself, Hawk burst into laughter, a feeling that was anything but unpleasant vibrating through Val’s pussy, ‘Woman, you’re gonna get me in trouble yet. Can you imagine the headline on the front of your Aunt’s next copy of The National Enquirer; ‘Eco-warrior caught with his pants down porking sexy ornithologist.’’
She wriggled against him and tightened her grip. ‘The question is, does your ass look as good on the front page as that smug face of yours?’
‘You’ve seen my bare ass, honey,’ Hawk breathed. ‘You be the judge.’ Then he began to thrust in earnest, with Val braced against the rail, the view sending delicious prickly shivers up her spine.
‘Can you feel that,’ she gasped. ‘Oh my God, can you feel that? Feels like I’m gonna explode, all of me, and just drift away on the breeze out across the Columbia.’
‘Then let’s do it together,’ he breathed. ‘Let’s make the biggest explosion ever.’ And they did. They came in quakes and tremors that felt like they were falling, that felt like they were flying, that felt like all of Multnomah Falls was happening inside their joined bodies. Then they collapsed against the rail of the viewing platform in bursts of laughter and gasps for breath as the last rays of sun stained the waters of the Columbia mauve.
When they could breathe again, there was frantic straightening and smoothing of clothing, then with one hand holding Val’s and the other holding his Blackberry to his ear, Hawk called Aunt Rose. ‘Harry arrived OK? Good. Yes, we’re on our way down. Yes, go ahead and order for us. Some nice, juicy red meat would be good.’ He winked at Val. ‘We trust your judgement. See you soon.’
He shoved the Blackberry in his pocket. ‘Aunt Rose is ordering us prime rib, and she says there are some nice Oregon wines on the menu. And afterwards.’ He squeezed her hand and gave her a fleeti
ng, almost shy glance. ‘Well what happens afterwards all depends on you.’
She could feel her pulse hammering in her throat as though it were about to jump out. She took a deep breath and found it was suddenly difficult to speak. ‘Well, actually, I was kind of hoping that, since it’s so important to my family and all. Well, I was hoping that maybe my happiness might, to some degree, involve you, I mean if you’re all right with that, and you don’t need to rush off to New Mexico or do important business stuff that spoilt rich kids are required to do. Only if you’re all right with that.’
There was a long moment of silence, and she was just beginning to wonder if she’d misread the whole situation when he kissed her hard, then gathered her to him and held her close to the rapid thud, thud of his heart. ‘I could be,’ he said. His voice sounded tight in his throat. ‘I could be very, very all right with that. If it’s acceptable to a burgeoning young ornithologist, that is, and it won’t cramp her lifestyle too much.’
They stood for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, bathed in the deepening shadows, then Val spoke in a breathless giggle. ‘Come on, we don’t want to keep Aunt Rose waiting. She has hypoglycaemia, you know. Besides I’m starving. I’m looking forward to lots and lots of juicy, succulent red meat.’
He gave her one last sloppy kiss, and they turned and continued down the path picking up speed as they went.
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