(my first post here..all work is original)
She walks onto the deck of the cabin. The breeze ruffles the hem of her dress. She turns back over her shoulder and tells him she is going for a walk. He watches out the window as she pulls a quilt off the clothes line, folding it as she heads towards the river.
A few minutes later she is laying on the sloped meadow above the narrow river bed, more a creek this time of year, the blanket spread out under her. The rock face of the hill across from the clearing glows red in the afternoon light. She is barely visible in the high grass and wild flowers.
He steps quietly down the slope until he reaches the blanket. Standing over her he watches her for a moment then lays next to her, a hand sliding down her side and then up under the skirt of her dress, lightly brushing the inside of her thigh. He laughs softly when he realizes she is wearing no underwear. She squirms and laughs quietly, opening her eyes. She reaches down and unzips his pants, slipping her hand inside, taking his nearly stiff member in her hand. His fingers play and trace around her wet lips.
He pulls his jeans down as far as he can without having to get up from the blanket. She puts a hand on his shoulder and pushes him lightly onto his back and in what seems like one motion, straddles him, sliding down the full length of him. He inhales sharply and her laugh echoes off the cliff face.
Easing herself up until just the tip of him is in her she slips down the shaft as slowly as she can, again and again. He laughs and grabs her hip in one hand, his thumb pressing into the hollow of the bone, he pulls her down onto him and pushes her back up, faster and faster, controlling the rhythm of their pace. She rocks in small circles with her hips. His other hand slips the strap of her dress off her shoulder, exposing her breast. He takes her breast in his hand and kneads at it, rolling her nipple in his fingers, he pinches lightly and she moans.
She leans back slightly, weight fully on her knees. She rides him and their moans fill the valley. Her cries become more and more urgent and as she begins to orgasm so does he.
They lay together for just a moment and then he gets off the blanket, telling her dinner is in the oven. Walking towards back to the cabin she folds the blanket and places it on one of the two chairs on the porch.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f7p2n5/rivers_edge_mf