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Erotic Stories / Down By The River
« on: August 27, 2015, 05:32:32 PM »
A few minutes pass and Freddie asks if I'd like to take a walk by the River. I pause at his words thinking if any risks this could be .. I Act as judge and jury in my own head for a few seconds and conclude ' its just a walk , and he does seem gentle enough ' I smile at him , then at the moon .. " Why not ?", he was right ..the moon and stars did look pretty amazing and my new companion seems nice enough.
Freddie raises his elbow and holds out the palm of his hand , he gestures towards the road ahead, "After you, " Smiling at me I return his smile with my own and take a small step forward , Freddie steps in line alongside me and we head down towards the river.
The air is cool and refreshing and as it blows wisps of hair across my face I feel freddies hand , his fingertips brush against my cheek as he removes the soft flowing strands. I feel my skin warm and know I am blushing at his forward action. I try to hide the fact that he has made me feel a little shy and listen to his really sweet accent. His English is very good , a little broken but I am very impressed at how well he understands me.
As we walk and chat we share the same silly sense of humour and laugh alot , in some instances he finishes my sentence or says what I am thinking and it makes us both laugh.
Reaching the edge of the river we find the bench that over looks the scenery before us and we take a seat. I sit and inhale the night air and think of a song , a song fitting for a night like this and as strange as it seems Freddie starts to hum the very song I am thinking of and I am blown away.
' Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land
Freddie raises his elbow and holds out the palm of his hand , he gestures towards the road ahead, "After you, " Smiling at me I return his smile with my own and take a small step forward , Freddie steps in line alongside me and we head down towards the river.
The air is cool and refreshing and as it blows wisps of hair across my face I feel freddies hand , his fingertips brush against my cheek as he removes the soft flowing strands. I feel my skin warm and know I am blushing at his forward action. I try to hide the fact that he has made me feel a little shy and listen to his really sweet accent. His English is very good , a little broken but I am very impressed at how well he understands me.
As we walk and chat we share the same silly sense of humour and laugh alot , in some instances he finishes my sentence or says what I am thinking and it makes us both laugh.
Reaching the edge of the river we find the bench that over looks the scenery before us and we take a seat. I sit and inhale the night air and think of a song , a song fitting for a night like this and as strange as it seems Freddie starts to hum the very song I am thinking of and I am blown away.
' Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land