A Day on The River

Title: A Day On The River.

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Short Description: A Punt on The Norfolk Broads.

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Word Count: 11,210

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Tags: Lesbian romance, Lesbian sex, Cunnilingus, Fetish.

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Preamble:

This story is dedicated to a beautiful young lady who (sadly), I never managed to meet (although I had hoped to).

I wrote this for her after we had a brief online'affair' in the chatroom on Lit several years ago. It has been updated and extended a little, but essentially the story is the same.

I had never intended to publish it here, but it's been so long since we chatted, I guess she's no longer around. If she is, maybe she might like to get in touch? I don't use the chatroom any more, but she could send a private message from here.

About the Lady...

I don't know if she is tall or short, slim or plump, whether she has dark skin or pale, long hair or short.

What Ido know about her is this:-

She is Chinese, she described herself as having small breasts (I simply love small breasts), and she likes to have her toes sucked (Hmmm...)

Being Chinese, I assume she has dark hair (I also love long dark hair). For the story I will presume other features that fit in with my personal preferences.

Anyway - here it is :-)

Just For You... N****z.

----------A Day On The River ----------

It's a fine summer's day - one of those warm, balmy days that rarely happen in England, when you don't have to be at work. But today is Sunday. I have nothing much to do today, except contemplate my good fortune at living so close to a lovely park with a broad river running through it.

I've been working all week and I am tired of having to spend my time doing things for other people. I spent almost all of yesterday doing chores, and now, today? - well, today is for me :)

So I'm having a lazy day. I'm not slouching or wasting my time though. I'm taking advantage of the lovely weather for a relaxing walk in this beautiful park.

But a walk in the park doesn't have to mean that I'm not on the lookout for something interesting to do. So, I'm dressed in my favourite faux-school uniform. I find it can be most advantageous to present some sort of alluring appearance, and I've always found that there's nothing quite as alluring as a pair of cute blonde pigtails and a school uniform.

So, I'm dressed in a loose fitting, semi-transparent white blouse, a short pleated skirt, with black and red checked pattern. And there is plenty of bare leg on display above my white ankle socks, and black patent shoes. I have nothing else - nothing at all. Well, you have to be ready when the opportunity arises, don't you [wink].

Anyway, as I wander along the path, I notice a beautiful woman walking toward me. I can hardly believe my eyes. My heart skips, as she is (to me) the picture of perfection. She has a peculiar oriental look about her - an appearance that pleases me no end.

She is quite small with the most beautiful dark, almost black shoulder length hair, which complements the bright, golden yellow dress she is wearing. The dress itself is decorated with what appear to be large bright red poppies, printed around the body.

I guess that she can only be about five feet tall as she seems not much bigger than me. She must be in her late twenties to early thirties, and has a cute, round face with wide, bright eyes (unusual for an oriental woman), a tiny button nose, and a small delicate mouth. Her lovely black hair shines in the sunlight, and her slim figure excites me in a way that only small girls usually seem able to do - girls of my own age I mean, or perhaps justa little younger.

As she comes closer, I ponder over her dress - has it been fashioned from fine cotton (as I had first thought), or perhaps it could be silk? Whatever the material it is beautifully cut, with thin shoulder straps, similar to silk cords, and a low, slightly rounded'vee' neckline.

Her pert, shapely breasts push the shiny material out into pleasing little mounds which bounce gently with each step she takes, and there are small, clearly defined bumps where her stiff nipples are rubbing against the material as she walks.

For the arms, there are deep side openings that allow the shape of her lovely body (along with the tiniest glimpse of her breasts from the side) to be seen as she walks.

Naturally, I cannot tell as she approaches, but I will later notice that the back of the dress is also cut quite low. In fact, along with the side openings, it reveals just enough of her beautiful, very erect and slender back, to make it patently obvious (along with the aforementioned enticing characteristic) that that she cannot possibly be wearing a bra.

Down the front of the dress, from the low'vee' neck, there are a row of about a dozen buttons, all covered in the same matching material, and as she comes nearer, I speculate that if unfastened, the entire garment would surely fall completely open at the front. Oddly enough, her attire looks more akin to a delicate silk nightgown - were it not for the buttons, of course.

Hmmm. A beautiful woman out walking in the park, wearing nothing but a nightgown, eh? Myspecial place begins to tingle as I find myself imagining just such a scenario (and the anticipation of possibly coercing her into a situation where I might even remove it for her), and I feel I have to introduce myself, if only to dream of what she would feel like in my arms.

The closer she comes, the more I seem to sense just a hint of a smile, but she coyly looks away, then to the ground.

By now her petite, shapely breasts and slender waist are far more discernible, but my gaze is drawn once again to the front of the dress. Despite my best efforts, my eyes fail to resist the temptation of those tiny, pleasing little bumps that can only be the stiffening nipples tracing enticing, erotic patterns from the inside of the dress, pushing out the delicate material as she walks ever closer. I've occasionally noticed young girls going through puberty, bouncing along like this, but never before anything like this on an adult woman.

That simple sight, combined with the allure of her curvaceous, rounded hips and the pert shapely bottom excite me more than I care to admit - even to myself, and I begin to salivate.

For a brief moment my eyes are drawn to those long slender legs and her dainty feet, adorned with black court shoes - but only for a moment.

I know now that I simply have to speak to her.

"Excuse me miss but... don't I know you from somewhere?" I ask. "I have a feeling we've met before. If we haven't, then fate has obviously been cruel to me, but at least she has been a little kinder today," I smile. It sounds smarmy as I say it, embarrassing me a little.

"I'm not sure if I should say this - I hope you won't feel I'm being forward, but I have to tell you how much I like your dress. The fabric is so fine and I love the bright colours and poppy designs. If I may say, it goes beautifully with your hair.

"What's that? They aren't poppies? Oh? What are they then? Ah, yes. Sweet William. Well, I wouldn't have guessed. I'm not too familiar with the great many different flowers... but I have to say,you put all the flowers here to shame.

I thought it would be a clever thing to say, but as soon as the words leave my mouth I realise how corny it sounds, and immediately I'm regretting it. Even so, she smiles politely and makes a coy little giggle sound, hiding her smile behind her hand.

"No. Really, "I smile sincerely. "May I ask your name?"

"Oh," I continue to smile. "Hello Linda. Well, may I say how lovely it is to meet you at last. I'm Macey. Yes... I'm sure I've seen you around the town... perhaps in the shopping mall? I always felt I'd like to say'hello', but there never seemed to be an opportunity... until now. I think the last time I saw you, we were both in a coffee shop... at different tables of course. You appeared to be alone at your table, but you also seemed quite sad, and I didn't feel I ought to disturb you. But now you are here, I simply couldn't resist speaking to you.

"So... what brings you here all alone today? Are you just enjoying the fine weather like me? I simply love to stroll in the park by the river. It's always so peaceful mid-week, and when the sun is out, well, it makes me feel so..." I sigh... "well, I think you know.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but... well, isn't Linda an unusual name for an oriental woman? Oh, I see. So your mother is English. So... is Linda your real name? Oh. I see," I giggle. "Well, it's lovely to meet you Linda Loo Chang. I wonder... would you mind if I call you Lindy Loo? Oh, lovely," I smile. "Thank you."

"What amI doing here? Well, I like to take my little boat out on the river when the weather is nice like this. I have my own punt, you see. No... Punt." I giggle. "Oh, now you've gone and embarrassed me," I blush, then cough lightly.

"What is a punt? Well, it's a small, flat, squarish sort of boat. It looks more like a rowing boat only thepunter usually stands at the back and pushes it along using a pole... Yes, a bit like a gondola, but a punt is a much more... basic craft.

"Would you like to see it? It's tied up over there in the shade. Come... follow me. I was planning to take it out today anyway."

I smile as we walk along to the bank, where I unlock the ties and remove the cover.

"Ah. You noticed the oars. No, it's not a rowing boat, but it can be rowed. Well, a punt is only really intended for shallow water you see, but I have to use oars too, because the river here is quite deep in places. That bundle? Oh, that's just a folded blanket. No," I laugh gently, "it's not in case I get cold. I keep it here to sit on when I'm rowing. The wooden seat can be a bit hard, so it stops my delicate little bottom from getting sore."

We both giggle.

I stand beside her, inhaling the scent of her delicate floral perfume, while discreetly admiring the perfect shape of her delectable body.

"I wonder if I might be so bold as to ask... would you care to join me? We could row along, where the river flows out of the park and away through the city. We can leave the bustle of the busy, modern life behind us. I know of a clearing about a mile out where the river opens out into wide lake area. There won't be any fishermen there today, not in the week. They will all be working. It would be so peaceful.

"Yes, I know I'm a lot younger than you... I'm only twenty-one, but I've spent most of my life on the river at one time or another, so I'm quite experienced with boats," I smile. "Please say you'll come. I would so love to show you the wonderful lake beyond the park. We could relax there together, and... well, just take in the beauty of everything around us," I smile sweetly.

"What's that? Oh yes, of course I'll bring you back safely.

She smiles demurely.

"Careful now, as you step in. Here, take my hand and let me steady you. Yes, I know, it does wobble a bit. There, I'll just slip my arm around your waist. Oh my. What a lovely slender waist you have. I hope I didn't embarrass you by doing that. It's just that... well, I wouldn't want you to fall in," I smile.

"Oh my. It does feel nice to feel you close to me. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... Well, OK then. As long as you don't mind," we both smile again.

I stare into her eyes and for a moment I'm tempted to kiss her, but I realise it would be way too soon, especially out here in public. I need to gain her trust first - and once we're out on the lake, and away from prying eyes - well, anything could happen, couldn't it. And I get the feeling she feels the same, but we need some privacy to let our inhibitions subside.

"There. That feels better, doesn't it? Was that OK for you?" I ask. "Don't worry. I'll keep you safe. Now you sit there facing me, and I'll row. No, I can't see where I'm going, but there are no bends here, so all I have to do is keep us in the middle of the river. If we should get too close to the bank, you can tell me which way to steer," I tell her, with a smile.

"Here we go. Do you like it? Don't be nervous, I've done this lots of times. No, not with other girls. No, not with other women either. I've taken my mam, and a cousin or two out like this before, but never with anyone else. You're the first woman I've invited out like this. Yes, itis fun isn't it, in a relaxing sort of way. You just sit back and I can enjoy watching the way the sunshine plays upon your hair and how the water sparkles around you. It seems to light up your face... like a cascade of starlight," I smile.

Her dress is a little over knee length, but as she takes her seat in the boat, the hem rides up around her knees, and I can't help but look, as the underside of her beautiful bare thighs become just visible to me under her skirt. I don't think she realises that I can clearly see her thighs. Even so, it's a great shame that the sun is behind her because it dazzles me a little, and I can't quite make out her panties in the darkness under her dress. I guess they must be a sort of fleshy colour, but I don't like to stare. I can only imagine them as I occasionally glance discreetly.

I feel sure she must be able to see everything I have, as I'm not wearing panties, and with the sunlight on me, my tiny dark nipples must be visible through my blouse, but she doesn't, seem to notice. I try my best not to look at her, but my eyes are repeatedly drawn to that enticingly sweet spot at the very top of her thighs.

I smile as I look around at the scenery, trying to bring her attention to some of the interesting sights as we pass them, and each time she turns to see landmarks as I point them out, I take another sneaky glance at her beautiful panty area again.

"We've been out here quite a long time," I begin, "but I don't really know anything about you. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?

"OK. I'll go first then. Well, my name is Macey O'*****y. As you know I'm twenty-one, and I'm a student at ****** University. I'm in my final year and I'm studying English Literature. I have a job as a proof reader for a London publishing house, but it doesn't pay much... Just enough to get by, really. I'm really quite shy I suppose," I lie. "I often find myself wanting to make friends with small, petite girls... particularly girls with long dark hair, but I'm usually too shy to make a move. Bigger girls and women scare me a little. Not really into boys or men much... for the same reason I suppose," I smile, with a shrug.

"So... That's me, really. Now your turn," I add, smiling again.

"Oh. So you're a massage specialist. That is so... interesting," I smile. "Oh, and you do nails too. How lovely. You must tell me where you work from. I'll come and let you do me," I smile, suggestively, adding, "my nails, I mean," I add, with a laugh.

She seems slightly embarrassed, so I quickly change the subject.

"Isn't it lovely and quiet out here, now we're away from the city? Yes, I am enjoying it. I hope you are too? I must say I love the way your hair shines in the sunlight. And I love the way your lips seem to pout so very slightly, yet you're still smiling."

I'm conscious that I may be staring, as I'd love to put my tongue in her mouth, and she doesn't seem fazed at all by what I'm saying.

"You seem so... inviting. I hope you don't mind me saying so. I feel I'd like to know you better, but I realise we've only just met.

"Don't worry. I would never dream of bringing you out here just to take advantage... unless you..." I cough, "of course."

"I recognise this part," I tell her, quickly changing the subject. "I think there's a bend to the right just behind me. Just beyond that, is the wide lake area I told you about. Can you see it? Isn't it amazing? When you get out into the middle, you'd think you were in the middle of a great calm sea. Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it. I'll just get us out into the middle and we can drop anchor. Yes my love, that's the big weight thing. We drop it over the side and when it hits the bottom we take up the slack and tie it off to those hooks, and it stops the boat from drifting.

"There. This should do us nicely. You see how far we are from the bank? No-one can see us from here, and if another boatshould come along... well, we're just talking and enjoying the warm sunshine, aren't we," I smile. "I think we should drop anchor here. Don't you agree?

A few minutes pass and we lower the anchor over the side, but even as I'm doing that, I can't help but admire her shapely body and those beautiful long, bare legs.

"No my love. No-one can see us at all. You're not nervous, are you? I promise I won't do anything you don't want to. I'd just like to sit beside you. Would you mind if I do that? Just slide over a little and I'll sit there next to you. Careful of the boat wobbling. That's right.

"Oh my, your perfume is so lovely. So light and delicate and floral, just like your dress. I have to say I feel a little strange sitting here with you like this. Perhaps it's because I've imagined something like this so many times. I'm feeling butterflies in my tummy. Do you feel it too?

"Why don't we lie down together? It would be nice to just lie together and look at the lovely blue sky. Here, let me put these extra boards across to make the bottom of the boat flatter. There. Now all I have to do is spread the blanket over them," I smile. "Wouldn't, want our clothes to get dirty, would we."

"There. Now we can lie down comfortably. Oh, I'm sorry. You're not comfortable. Here. Let's try this [blow, blow]. What is it? It's an inflatable pillow," I smile. "I often use it just to lay back and look at the sky as I float along. Please. Just rest your head on it," I tell her.

"There. That's better isn't it? You see? There's hardly a cloud anywhere, and it's so warm isn't it. But, oh I hope you're not finding the breeze too cool? It just that... well, I don't want to embarrass you at all, but, I couldn't help but notice... well, those little bumps in your dress... I just wondered if you felt a chill? No? Oh, it must be something else then.

I prop myself on one elbow beside her, discreetly admiring the tiny bumps that her nipples push up in her dress.

"Why am I smiling? I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I just find you so... attractive. No, that's not quite the right word. Alluring. That's it. Perhaps it's something to do with your oriental features. Your body seems so... beautiful. So... small and perfect, yet also mature. Just lying here next to you, I find it so... intoxicating. I think that's the right word. Or perhaps it has something to do with the musical sound of your laughter?

I gaze down her - such tiny, elfin features on an adult woman. I admire the slim body and those firm little breasts, the shape of which can now be clearly seen as the delicate material of her dress moulds itself to her otherwise naked form. I should also be able to see the faintest evidence of the waistline of her panties, but no - there is nothing - just the perfectly smooth outline of her waist and hips.

What Ican see, all down the front of her dress, are tiny glimpses of bare flesh visible through the gaps between the buttons securing her dress. Even around her hips and waist - all I can see are tiny glimpses of bare flesh. And the buttons. Oh, those lovely buttons, just tempting me to reach forward and unfasten one, then another, and another.

"I hope you're not offended, I begin again, "but I just feel I want to slide my arm around you and pull you close. Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I feel so at ease beside you, I just want to get closer. I'm so glad we met today.