Into the woods…
After London, we struggled to find the opportunity to have a meaningful amount of time together. So, on a sunny day when we were both working from home, we arranged to meet halfway in a pub for a quick drink.
I ordered red wine this time to avoid the judgy glance. He carried our drinks outside and we sat on the same side of the picnic bench facing each other. Looking at his face, I immediately felt the familiar swelling in my clit. I wanted him to put his hand up my skirt and feel how wet I was getting. Other people were sitting outside the pub, so this wasn’t an option! But, I was in the mood for teasing and I lifted my leg to put my foot on the seat, knowing he would get a glimpse of my legs, thighs, maybe knickers. He liked this and his eyes lingered, and then looked at me with feigned shock. I could see the bulge forming in his trousers, and I wondered whether he was wearing underwear this time. I felt a real desperation inside me. Not just in my head, but my whole body. If I could have gotten away with it, I would have sat on his knee and secretly unleashed his cock and slid it into my pussy, all hidden by my skirt. I wasn’t brave enough to do this yet!
We finished our drinks and he asked whether I wanted another or to go for a walk. I didn’t want to be around so many people as I wanted to kiss him deeply and lick his skin, bite his neck, and taste him. I wondered whether we were brave enough to fuck outside.
We walked to a well-used cycle path, nodding and saying hello to all the dog walkers and families on bikes, feeling like every person we greeted could see straight through us to the desire and urgent need to kiss and touch each other.
Walking together along the path was nice. We teased each other, saying how much we wanted to kiss and touch and lick. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the path. He picked his way through the shrubs and trees, making sure I walked the same path so I wouldn't slip or fall - he was getting used to the fact that I can be quite clumsy and uncoordinated. He kept scanning around the woods to check we were not being watched. He kept walking and I wondered when we would stop. I wasn't wearing the right shoes to be picking my way through twigs, leaves, mud etc, and my dress was getting caught on the branches of nearby trees. I asked if we could stop…that wide-eyed look again…! He turned to me and grabbed my waist, pulling me in tight towards him. His lips opened, and he started to softly suck my lips, first my top lip and then my bottom lip. He licked my whole mouth, and I felt my knees start to weaken. Just as I was getting wetter and hoping for him to touch me, he turned and started to walk again…
He walked quickly to a holly tree and led me to the point where the trunk split at the centre. He kissed me hard and frantically again and took my hand, placing it on his crotch. I gasped. I had never felt his cock so hard; I could feel the shape through his trousers. Quickly, he turned me around and bent me over. I put my hands out to steady myself and put one hand on each of the two trunks, my head between the two trunks. I giggled to myself as I thought the trunks looked like a pair of legs spread in the air. It’s amazing how things pop into your brain. This thought was very fleeting as he lifted my skirt and pulled my knickers down. I stepped out of them and spread my legs, his hand feeling my pussy to check how wet I was. He groaned, so I knew he was pleased with the wetness and my readiness to be fucked. He didn't bother taking off his trousers, but just unzipped his fly. The next thing I was being fucked hard. His cock filled me again, and this time it really hurt. I wanted to cum immediately, but this time, I tried not to let go, but to feel every stroke and to concentrate on moving in rhythm with him. I started thrusting backwards as he thrust forwards, and this made me gasp. This made him harder and faster, and deeper. He fucked me so hard and came hard inside me after very few strokes. This was simultaneously thrilling - I felt so desirable - and disappointing - I hadn't cum, and he didn't seem to notice. He quickly zipped up his trousers and put his arms around my waist to help me to stand up. He picked up my knickers and passed them to me. I could feel the cum at the entrance of my pussy, starting to move past my lips, warm and creamy. My inner thighs started to feel wet and sticky. He noticed my reaction and explained that he hadn't cum for a few days, and there was a lot of cum. He started to apologise for fucking me so hard and for the sticky residue, but I stopped him. I loved it. I was desperate for more. He lifted my skirt and sat me on the tree trunk, kneeling down. I thought he must have tissues, and he was going to help me clean myself. Parting my pussy lips, he started to lick me. Fuck, this was so hot. I loved it. He flicked the tip of his tongue over my swollen clit, and I came quickly. The orgasm seemed to ripple through my whole body. He said, ‘You didn't cum, we can't leave you like that.’ He stood and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I could taste his salty cum and put my tongue into his mouth to taste as much as I could before he withdrew.
One of the things that kept me coming back for more (as well as the amazing sex) was the ‘aftercare.’ I have never really bothered about this before. I just want to fuck until I am satisfied and then have my own space. Mr P showed me the value of the aftercare, and that made all the difference. On this occasion, this included the biggest hug where he wrapped his whole body around me and lifted me off my feet. He buried his face in my hair and laid tiny kisses on my forehead and face, rubbing his thumb over my lips. These small details felt like a cherry on top of the cake.
We picked our way back to the path and stepped out of the bushes. Thankfully, there were no walkers on the path, so it wasn't obvious to any passersby what we had been doing. We walked back to the pub, laughing with and at each other. This, whatever it is, was so comfortable and exciting. I felt like I was developing a trusting friendship with someone I could keep in my own little bubble. No one has to know; this can continue and stay the same.
We got back to the pub and I had to go straight to the loo to clean up. He bought drinks and we sat outside. What a great afternoon. I couldn't wait for the next time. Unfortunately, I was working close to home for a couple of weeks, and he was almost at the other end of the country…