The Blue Lagoon

Arriving back at the flat, I immediately turn the bath on to fill, although a warm night, we are still very wet from the rain, tired but happy, the adrenaline not finished pumping from our excitable experience in the wooded picnic site in the middle of the night. I pour us a drink as we wait for the bath to fill, and soon we are both warming up in the hot water. A quick bath, and were off to bed, snuggling up we talk about what we did, how we felt, and how we enjoyed being together so much. But soon with the tiredness and the fact that it was now in the early hours of the morning, we drift off to sleep holding each other tight.

We awake, drowsy but with that warm cosy feeling that you only get when you wake up beside someone you love. I go and make a drink and bring it back to the bed, and we sit drinking nestling against each other. We sort out who is going to shower first, and begin the process of pulling ourselves around. We don’t want to leave it too late to go out today, I want to show you the countryside we have around us, make the most of the dry warm weather.

We get in the car and head out of town, I drive up to the castle and show you the grounds, we don’t stop, just drive through as it is very busy, there’s so much to see but we only have a few days to see it all in, and I don’t want to be out all the time, I want to spend time with you at home too, time at home to feel like a proper couple, the relaxing, the just sitting about talking, doing the dreary old things such as wash up the dishes, but which doesn’t seem so dreary when we do it together. We drive back into town and stop at the supermarket, popping in to get some fresh snacks for our picnic, then taking a walk along the canal side to see the lock and canal museum.

Back in the car we head out for the coast, along the twisty A road and start to climb the hills before we reach the sea, chatting and telling each other all about ourselves, the things we have done, the places we have been. We pull into Fairbourne, park up alongside the few little shops and get a drink, then we use the toilet, there are no toilets where we are heading.

Back in the car we drive the short distance back along the main road, and two minutes later we are parking on the grass verge of the main road, there is nowhere to park in the small lane we are going to use. Changing into your trainers while I get the backpack and blanket out of the boot, it’s not long before we are walking up the sloping little lane hand in hand.

We climb the style, and of the main road, walking up the sloping stony track that zig-zags the side of the hill. It’s steep, and we stop frequently to get our breath before starting off again. We get three quarters up and the path changes to a narrow gap between the rockface, stepping on bigger stones and carefully climbing the steep slope trying to avoid the water which flows down. We emerge on to a plateau, all grassy and bright in the sunlight, and rest for a moment looking out over the tiny town and towards the sea. The breeze is strong and cooling after our climb, and your hair blows in the wind, wind which tries to lift your skirt and tease me.

We now head around to the next part of the hill, we can see the top now, not far off but looking impossible to reach. As we reach the steep bank we move to the left and as if by magic a tiny tunnel becomes visible, a little black hole in the mountainside. Its like a little river, with the remnants of a narrow rail track still visible on its floor, and we duck and start to walk through, from one stone to the next, feeling the water drip on our backs and heads, the tunnel splits, and we take the left turn, and it suddenly opens out into the Blue Lagoon.

The hidden unused slate quarry is beautiful, a magical place not known by many, rarely visited and often deserted altogether, hidden away amongst the rock like a volcano and only accessible through the old railway tunnel that once shipped the slate out onto the flat land outside and was winched down with massive pulleys or carried on Donkeys and Mules. Only relics of these massive pulleys survive outside, along with the slate shelters that once stored the explosives. The deep Quarry now full of clear blue water and fish traps the warmth of the sun and heats the slate slabs which have been left making it an ideal place to sunbathe or swim.

At Midday the sun directly overhead creates an optical illusion, the reflection of the slate walls on the water make it look as if the water has disappeared, the blue strains in the rock magnified in the deep blue water, it looks like a massive drop down into a bottomless pit, but then a fish plops on the water and the ripples reveal that it is a pool and not a real bottomless hole.

We stand for a bit and admire the view, watching the fish swim past, we have a drink from our pack, and allow our lungs to settle after the climb.

We bask for a while in the sun, there are a couple of people about, relaxing in the sunshine, and then we decide to move to the other side of the lake, the side where the slate slabs lay, where we can sit and eat our picnic. We lay our blanket over a big slightly sloping slab, its warm to touch, heated by the sunlight, and we unpack our food and small bottle of wine, the food is welcomed after the walk, and we watch the other people pack their picnic up and begin to leave. It’s now getting late in the afternoon, people don’t stay up here late, definitely not after dark because of the tricky path back down. We hear their echoing voices in the tunnel fading away.

All fed we pack away the rubbish into the haversack and lay back on the blanket in the sunshine, sipping the wine and enjoying the tranquillity and the peace of the magical little cove. Dressed now in just your bikini and me in my shorts and a t-shirt, your skirt and top packed away in the bag when we paddled in the water to cool our feet. I roll over onto my side and turn your head to face me, we are alone, and ever so gently I kiss you on the lips. The gentle kissing becomes less gentle, as the passion begins to take hold, and soon our arms are wrapped around each other pulling ourselves so close.

My hand slides between your thighs and finds the raised lips of your pussy under the material of your bikini bottoms, brushing lightly across them I can hear your little moans of pleasure and want between your light but rapid breaths. My kissing moves from your lips to your neck, nibbling and moving back and forth, kissing one side and then slowly moving to the other, you shielding your eyes from the sun. my finger finds the edge of the material, and as I move it to one side I hear you gasp as my finger finds the moist groove and slowly slips inside.

My other hand caressing your breasts through your top, the nipples poking so temptingly through the material, I feel your chest heave as my hands slide over the teats, rubbing them with my palms. Kissing the exposed areas of your breasts my finger slides in deeper still in that wet little hole, rotating around making you squirm with pleasure.

My mouth sucking your nipples through your top, I can feel them bursting trying to get out, my cock now forcing the front of my shorts out in its excitement. You rub me through my shorts, and slide a hand up the loose leg to grasp me, wrapping your fingers tightly around the warm throbbing flesh.

“Oh Paul I want you, want you deep inside me, I cant wait I want you now”

I so want to taste you, to smell that pussy juice, to have it on my tongue, yet I am eager to please you, do whatever you want, so easing my fingers out I bring them up and lick them, sharing them with you, both of us tasting the warm sticky juices that oozed from your tight little hole. Rolling you over facing away from me, I ease my cock from the top of my shorts, and parting the bikini bottoms to one side I press the throbbing knob against the wet hole.

Pushing slowly it eases inside, not stopping it travels deeper and deeper, and I can hear you groan as it finally reaches as far as it can. Raising your leg I begin to thrust, the tight pussy muscles gripping at my shaft, the hard knob feeling every ripple in your love tube as it slowly works its way in and out. “MMMMMmmmm Oh Paul” you say as my speed increases slightly, and I soon feel you begin to grip harder, bearing down on my hard cock as the first orgasm of the day sweeps through your body, making you jerk on to me.

“MMMMMMMmmmm Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop” you tell me, as the orgasm continues. I roll you onto your knees and continue to take you from behind, easing in a little deeper than before, gripping your nipples under the bikini top between my thumbs and my fingers. Cupping your breasts with my palms I thrust hard and deep, My cock hot and wanting you, wanting to fill that chasm with my cum.

As your first wave of orgasm starts to fade it is suddenly re-lighted, and my deep thrusting quickly brings you back to the brink, I can feel you pushing back hard onto my long shaft with urgency and know a few very rapid and hard thrusts will take you past and make you cum again. So going all out, as fast as I possible can, I plummet that hole with such force, and feel you once again tremble inside as your tummy tightens up, your breathing pauses, and with one last thrust you gasp as you explode into another orgasm.

MMmm this is too good to miss, I want to taste this, I roll you back over and lower down your body, my tongue ready to lap up your white creamy milk as if I was a pussy cat. You tear off your top, exposing your heaving breasts to the sunlight as my tongue slowly laps up along the crack, the tip delving into your pussy to hook out the remaining juice. Sucking on your clitty as my finger slips inside I keep you on the boil, keep the orgasm ticking over just under the surface, cleaning away your cum only to feel it being replaced by newer juices.

I’m in heaven, I have the lady of my dreams and the most beautiful soaking wet pussy under my tongue, what else can a man wish for.

“My Darling Paul, wait, it’s my turn, I want to taste you too” you say to me pulling out from me and kneeling up. Sitting me down on the warm slab you pull my shorts lower and grasp my cock tightly, working the flesh up and down.

You kiss me deeply, your tongue dancing with mine, then slowly kiss down my chest till your mouth hovers above the taught skin of my knob. Harder and tighter you grip me, working your hand up its full length, straining my foreskin on the downward stroke and covering my knob on the upward one.

You lower your head and begin to flick the top with your tongue, the tip of your tongue pressing into the tiny hole. I can feel your breath on my knob, then I feel the warm softness of your lips touch the top. Your lips seem to stretch as they slowly lower over the bulb and rest tightly around the ridge, I feel your tongue inside flicking and circling around the taught purple skin, then running around the edge of the bulb nestled in the little groove, first one way then the other, stopping at the little flap of skin to flick gently. “Ohhhhh Yes Sandy, that’s soo good”.

Pulling off my knob you begin to lick the sides of my shaft, wetting it, lubricating it, making it ready to slip deeper into your mouth, perhaps even into your throat. Your lips slowly engulf the knob, and ever so slowly you slide your mouth onto my rampant cock. Deeper and deeper, the deeper it goes the deeper I want it to, three quarters down there’s slight resistance, you rise up a bit, then try again, two or three times you do this, then I feel you push down harder and the tip eases past the resistance and you take me all. “Oh Fuck that’s good” I shout as your lips rest against my balls.

Coming up for breath your tongue once again spreads the moisture around my cock, then again you slip it deep inside, again it goes to the hilt, and I feel you moving up and down rapidly, fucking my cock with your mouth and throat before coming up for breath. I feel the cum warming my balls, the tingling sensation that you normally get when your dying to pee, only this not pee, this is a warm hot white thick cream that’s welling up, and moving towards my shaft, This hot cum that will soon spurt deep into your throat if you don’t stop.

You bring me to the edge, and then stop, gripping my shaft tightly around its base, waiting for the moment to pass, once sure you lower your head again and repeat the whole thing, taking him deep as before, building up the sensations till I am about to fill your throat with my juices, again you stop, gripping the base tight. Waiting for the immediacy of my cumming to subside.

“Now fuck me Paul, Fuck your Sandy till we both come together!”

I lay you back and ease between your legs, slipping my cock into your dripping pussy, my thighs pushing yours back as the hard cock slams in and out. I can see you panting hard, as I start to build that orgasm back up, I so want to explode, but I force myself to wait, I know that after your sucking that when I do I shall explode hard.

“Deeper Paul, Fuck me hard, Go on harder, go on fuck this pussy”, pushing your legs back further, curling you almost into a ball, I kiss you as I slip my length so deep inside, your pussy stretched and gaping around my throbbing cock.

We can hardly breath but continue to kiss as I fuck you hard. Although deep and extremely pleasurable, in this position I cant thrust so fast, so I ease away and pull you to your feet.

We stand up and move closer to the wall, you lean forward onto the sloping wall and brace yourself as my cock rams home hard deep from behind. I thrust with so much force that you gasp as I ram fully home.

“Yesss FUCK ME!!!!!” you shout as I bring you closer to orgasm, your words echoing all around the lagoon and bouncing off the rockface.

I’ve gone to far to stop, my cock is throbbing like crazy as my thrusting becomes erratic, but the thrusts are so hard I feel you at the brink too.

“Ohhhhhhh Yessssssssssssssssssss” we both shout as together we explode in a mad frenzy, our legs buckling, our breathing fast and gulping. As my hot fluid shoots up your pussy and hits the walls to your womb, mixing with your own cum as I make the last few thrusts before we both collapse in exhaustion.

What's that noise? A rapid clicking sound echoes around the lake, muffled at first, but as the sound hits us between the echoes we hear that it is clapping. We look up, and see a group of young male hikers looking down on us from above, applauding what they have seen.

“Whoooo what a show” they shout as the walk back from the edge out of sight, obviously now sliding down the steep stoney bank back onto the plateau before descending the hillside and heading off to the coastal walk.

How long have they been there? What have they seen? Have they been taking pictures? One has a video camera, has he been filming us?

We get some wet wipes from the bag, and mop up the mixture of our juices that are running down your legs, dipping the wipes in the pool we clean up and get our breath back, then get dressed to make the descent ourselves before it gets dark.

“That’s twice in two days we have been watched sweetheart”, I say as I kiss you. “and if they have filmed us I expect it will be a lot more by tonight”. You pretend to be shy and embarrassed, but I can see from your smile that it excited you to think we have been observed yet again. “Lets head home darling”…………