The Downshire Navigation, is part of the canal network which runs between Nettlefield in the north, down through Millmoor and the Oakhams to Northchapel, Abbeyvale and then to its most southerly point, Abbottsford, where it again heads north, this time to Childean, Purplemere and Finchbottom where it joined the River Finch, it was also where the Saucy Sally was moored, where in the early evening, as the flowing waters lapped against the side of barge, Rob Andrews lapped at Yasmin Martin’s flowing waters and they made love again with the spring sunlight shining through the window, flooding the cabin in an orange glow.
They sat on the bed awhile gathering themselves, then
Yasmin picked her clothes up and redressed, as he watched libidinously while
she rehoused her lovely titties before he got dressed himself, then they shared
a soft and gentle, affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door.
It was getting dark as they prepared to leave the
barge and return to the car.
“That was a very pleasant afternoon,” Rob said.
“Wasn’t it” Yasmin agreed with a grin.
“I’m not so sure the owner won’t know that someone’s
been here,” he said.
“I know, we certainly left our mark on the bed linen”
Yasmin said with a chuckle.
She left first and headed along the towpath to the car
park Rob followed five minutes later and came under the steely gaze of a rather
stern looking dog walker.
A young woman who would otherwise have been quite
fuckable, if she hadn’t been wearing such a sour expression, he thought she
probably knew what they had been doing and didn’t like it a bit.
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