Another fantasy... An unscheduled stop...
Again... Not to be shared!
It had been a beautiful summer day and was now late afternoon. It was still quite warm with a gentle breeze keeping it comfortable. The sky was blue complete with Simpsons large very white fluffy clouds dotted about in the sky. We were on our way back after a very good lunch with friends. The traffic news on the radio had talked about the slow and heavy traffic on the dreaded M25 so we altered the sat nav settings and opted for the scenic route instead, and it really was a lovely drive. The ‘b’ road following the ridge of a hill with panoramic views on either side so we stop the car to admire it, besides which, we both need to stretch our legs. I get out and wander over to an old wooden five bar gate leaning forward and resting my arms on it. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the breeze on my skin and in my hair. You stand behind me, putting your arms around me and kiss me gently on my neck, occasionally pushing yourself against me letting me know just how aroused you are.
Just beyond the gate is a field of ripening corn, green at the edges, but the remainder of the field is a beautiful soft golden colour. Skirting the entire field the enlightened farmer had planted a wide border with a range of wildflowers, poppies, cornflowers and quite a few I couldn’t identify. It was a blaze of colour and was buzzing with bees and insects. The field was bordered on all sides by a slightly overgrown hedge. The whole scene was idyllic, and being on the top of a hill, overlooked a patchwork of fields and some wooded areas as it dropped down a gentle slope into a valley. It really was the perfect place to be on a late summer afternoon, watching as the gentle breeze rippled like undulating waves through the corn.
There had been an energy between us all day. Without saying anything, both know what the other wants, or rather needs. You pull the heavy sprung handle on the gate to open it. Although the hinges creak a bit it swings open easily and you follow me through closing the gate behind us as we turn left so we had the hedge on our left and the corn on our right. We walk through the wildflowers trying to minimise the damage we do to them. You’re unbuttoning your shirt as we walk letting it slide down your arms so the afternoon sun gets to your skin, look at me and say “Chicken?” looking at my blouse. Never let it be said that I don’t rise to a challenge so slowly, teasingly, I undo my the buttons down the front and let it slip off one shoulder, and then the other before it slowly falls down my arms and wafts down onto the ground as the breeze caught it. You bend down and pick it up holding it in your hand with your shirt. I then turn to face you undoing my bra, again allowing it to fall down my arms onto the ground. You look at my naked breasts and just smile before picking up my bra. The air feels so good on my bare skin, the breeze almost caressing me. In the corner of the field, about 50 yards ahead of us is a large oak which has been allowed by generations of farmers to grow and mature. Underneath in the shade is grass and one or two stray wildflowers. Without speaking, we both know where we were heading. You keep walking ahead a bit and then turning to watch me approaching you...well, watching my large boobs moving unrestrained as I walk. I give an occasional shimmy knowing the effect their movement has on you. At last we reach the shade of the tree and I walked over to you, reached up and give you a passionate kiss. Your arm goes around me and pulls me into you. The feel of your skin against mine is intoxicating and something I never tire of. ‘May I?’ you ask looking at my skirt. I look around and nod. There’s no one about. We have this beautiful field to ourselves. Your hand reaches for the zip on my skirt and lowers it pushing my skirt down over my hips followed by my panties, both, dropping to the ground as I undo the button on the waistband of your long denim shorts, followed by the fly zip. With nothing to keep them up, they slide down your legs exposing your semi-hard cock. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. In front of the hedge was an ancient fallen tree trunk offering me the perfect place to sit. Ever the gentleman, you place your shorts for me to sit on and stood in front of me as my hands came to rest on your knees, before slowly making their way up your thighs, my fingernails gently teasing your skin as they made their way, VERY slowly up your leg as I look up at you looking down at me. I cradle your balls with my hands. They feel full and heavy. I take your semi into my mouth and just hold it there feeling it gently pulsing and starting to grow. The head of your cock resting against the roof of my mouth which I gently rub against it. All the time, you’re pulsing and growing until I can longer take the length of you in my mouth, but continue to tease and suck, kiss and lick you from base to tip, playing with your balls, gently tickling the skin just behind them, and your arse. You don’t say much, but your occasional groans speak louder than words. I find them intensely arousing... as you know. I take a breather and look up at you as you pull me to my feet and plant your open mouth firmly on my mine, one hand finding its way between my legs knowing I’d be wet. You bring your now wet fingers up to my mouth so I can taste myself before once again, kissing me and then turning me around so I can lean forwards using the tree trunk for support as you position yourself behind me again rubbing me with your fingers before holding your hard cock finding my entrance. As soon as the head of your cock feels it you slowly ease it in. SO slowly. Slowly and deliberately until your balls are squashed against me and just stay still for a moment. You feel so good and as you knew I would, I groan as my muscles tighten around you. The tempo soon picks up and were really going for it when you suddenly stop, lean forward (still inside me) and whisper, “We have an audience!” I look around and see a man roughly our age watching us. He smiles somewhat awkwardly and asks if we mind if he watches us. “It’s ok with me if it’s ok with you” you half-whisper to me. I am so aroused I just nod my head as you give him an ‘OK’ nod. He says Thank you and then asks if it’s ok if he plays with himself while he watches. You give him a wink and say it’s ok. He moves around a bit so he has a better view... we both watch him. Judging by how your cock is responding to what’s happening, you’re loving this interruption and slowly start moving inside me again. Our onlooker stands so he has a good view of us which also gives me a good view of him. Watching him tugging at his cock as he watches you fuck me adds a whole new and very exciting dimension to the experience. Thankfully he’s happy just watching and makes no attempt to come any closer as you pick up the pace. My whole body ripples as you power into me. I know you’re getting close and my attention moves to within myself as I focus on my own approaching orgasm, and then suddenly, it hits and I cry out which in turn triggers yours and I feel you thrust deep into me as you empty your balls into me. Already I can feel it spilling out of me and starting to trickle down my legs as I involuntarily spasm hard around you milking the last few drops from you. For a moment we had both forgotten about our onlooker, but then I glance at him to see him digging around in one of his pockets for a hanky or something to clean himself up with before making himself decent again. He was smiling and approached us slowly as we disengaged ourselves and I straightened up. “I’ve waiting all my life to see something like that on one of my walks” he said absolutely beaming at us. “Thank you!” Looking back, it was almost comical. I can still feel your cum oozing slowly out of me and suddenly you lean forward to ask me something. I look at you and then at him and say “yes”. You turn to him and ask if he would like to help clean me up before I get dressed. He responded without any hesitation. I turn around again and bend over offering him my dripping pussy lips. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin as he got closer, and then his probing tongue. He began tentatively but quickly got into his stride. He was good. Actually, he was Very good, and it was soon obvious he was aiming to do more than just clean my pussy. His tongue licked and probed with some help from his fingers I didn’t want him to stop. You were watching intently knowing what was going to happen as my moans were giving me away, and then I came again. It was intense and seemed to just keep cumming, wave after wave until I ended up on my knees almost flopped against the tree trunk. I slowly got my breath back as I came back down to earth. You helped me up and handed me my clothes. As we both dressed, the stranger was already moving away to continue his walk, turning to give us a cheery wave as he headed away from us and we turned to head back to the car...
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It had been a beautiful summer day and was now late afternoon. It was still quite warm with a gentle breeze keeping it comfortable. The sky was blue complete with Simpsons large very white fluffy clouds dotted about in the sky. We were on our way back after a very good lunch with friends. The traffic news on the radio had talked about the slow and heavy traffic on the dreaded M25 so we altered the sat nav settings and opted for the scenic route instead, and it really was a lovely drive. The ‘b’ road following the ridge of a hill with panoramic views on either side so we stop the car to admire it, besides which, we both need to stretch our legs. I get out and wander over to an old wooden five bar gate leaning forward and resting my arms on it. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the breeze on my skin and in my hair. You stand behind me, putting your arms around me and kiss me gently on my neck, occasionally pushing yourself against me letting me know just how aroused you are.
Just beyond the gate is a field of ripening corn, green at the edges, but the remainder of the field is a beautiful soft golden colour. Skirting the entire field the enlightened farmer had planted a wide border with a range of wildflowers, poppies, cornflowers and quite a few I couldn’t identify. It was a blaze of colour and was buzzing with bees and insects. The field was bordered on all sides by a slightly overgrown hedge. The whole scene was idyllic, and being on the top of a hill, overlooked a patchwork of fields and some wooded areas as it dropped down a gentle slope into a valley. It really was the perfect place to be on a late summer afternoon, watching as the gentle breeze rippled like undulating waves through the corn.
There had been an energy between us all day. Without saying anything, both know what the other wants, or rather needs. You pull the heavy sprung handle on the gate to open it. Although the hinges creak a bit it swings open easily and you follow me through closing the gate behind us as we turn left so we had the hedge on our left and the corn on our right. We walk through the wildflowers trying to minimise the damage we do to them. You’re unbuttoning your shirt as we walk letting it slide down your arms so the afternoon sun gets to your skin, look at me and say “Chicken?” looking at my blouse. Never let it be said that I don’t rise to a challenge so slowly, teasingly, I undo my the buttons down the front and let it slip off one shoulder, and then the other before it slowly falls down my arms and wafts down onto the ground as the breeze caught it. You bend down and pick it up holding it in your hand with your shirt. I then turn to face you undoing my bra, again allowing it to fall down my arms onto the ground. You look at my naked breasts and just smile before picking up my bra. The air feels so good on my bare skin, the breeze almost caressing me. In the corner of the field, about 50 yards ahead of us is a large oak which has been allowed by generations of farmers to grow and mature. Underneath in the shade is grass and one or two stray wildflowers. Without speaking, we both know where we were heading. You keep walking ahead a bit and then turning to watch me approaching you...well, watching my large boobs moving unrestrained as I walk. I give an occasional shimmy knowing the effect their movement has on you. At last we reach the shade of the tree and I walked over to you, reached up and give you a passionate kiss. Your arm goes around me and pulls me into you. The feel of your skin against mine is intoxicating and something I never tire of. ‘May I?’ you ask looking at my skirt. I look around and nod. There’s no one about. We have this beautiful field to ourselves. Your hand reaches for the zip on my skirt and lowers it pushing my skirt down over my hips followed by my panties, both, dropping to the ground as I undo the button on the waistband of your long denim shorts, followed by the fly zip. With nothing to keep them up, they slide down your legs exposing your semi-hard cock. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. In front of the hedge was an ancient fallen tree trunk offering me the perfect place to sit. Ever the gentleman, you place your shorts for me to sit on and stood in front of me as my hands came to rest on your knees, before slowly making their way up your thighs, my fingernails gently teasing your skin as they made their way, VERY slowly up your leg as I look up at you looking down at me. I cradle your balls with my hands. They feel full and heavy. I take your semi into my mouth and just hold it there feeling it gently pulsing and starting to grow. The head of your cock resting against the roof of my mouth which I gently rub against it. All the time, you’re pulsing and growing until I can longer take the length of you in my mouth, but continue to tease and suck, kiss and lick you from base to tip, playing with your balls, gently tickling the skin just behind them, and your arse. You don’t say much, but your occasional groans speak louder than words. I find them intensely arousing... as you know. I take a breather and look up at you as you pull me to my feet and plant your open mouth firmly on my mine, one hand finding its way between my legs knowing I’d be wet. You bring your now wet fingers up to my mouth so I can taste myself before once again, kissing me and then turning me around so I can lean forwards using the tree trunk for support as you position yourself behind me again rubbing me with your fingers before holding your hard cock finding my entrance. As soon as the head of your cock feels it you slowly ease it in. SO slowly. Slowly and deliberately until your balls are squashed against me and just stay still for a moment. You feel so good and as you knew I would, I groan as my muscles tighten around you. The tempo soon picks up and were really going for it when you suddenly stop, lean forward (still inside me) and whisper, “We have an audience!” I look around and see a man roughly our age watching us. He smiles somewhat awkwardly and asks if we mind if he watches us. “It’s ok with me if it’s ok with you” you half-whisper to me. I am so aroused I just nod my head as you give him an ‘OK’ nod. He says Thank you and then asks if it’s ok if he plays with himself while he watches. You give him a wink and say it’s ok. He moves around a bit so he has a better view... we both watch him. Judging by how your cock is responding to what’s happening, you’re loving this interruption and slowly start moving inside me again. Our onlooker stands so he has a good view of us which also gives me a good view of him. Watching him tugging at his cock as he watches you fuck me adds a whole new and very exciting dimension to the experience. Thankfully he’s happy just watching and makes no attempt to come any closer as you pick up the pace. My whole body ripples as you power into me. I know you’re getting close and my attention moves to within myself as I focus on my own approaching orgasm, and then suddenly, it hits and I cry out which in turn triggers yours and I feel you thrust deep into me as you empty your balls into me. Already I can feel it spilling out of me and starting to trickle down my legs as I involuntarily spasm hard around you milking the last few drops from you. For a moment we had both forgotten about our onlooker, but then I glance at him to see him digging around in one of his pockets for a hanky or something to clean himself up with before making himself decent again. He was smiling and approached us slowly as we disengaged ourselves and I straightened up. “I’ve waiting all my life to see something like that on one of my walks” he said absolutely beaming at us. “Thank you!” Looking back, it was almost comical. I can still feel your cum oozing slowly out of me and suddenly you lean forward to ask me something. I look at you and then at him and say “yes”. You turn to him and ask if he would like to help clean me up before I get dressed. He responded without any hesitation. I turn around again and bend over offering him my dripping pussy lips. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin as he got closer, and then his probing tongue. He began tentatively but quickly got into his stride. He was good. Actually, he was Very good, and it was soon obvious he was aiming to do more than just clean my pussy. His tongue licked and probed with some help from his fingers I didn’t want him to stop. You were watching intently knowing what was going to happen as my moans were giving me away, and then I came again. It was intense and seemed to just keep cumming, wave after wave until I ended up on my knees almost flopped against the tree trunk. I slowly got my breath back as I came back down to earth. You helped me up and handed me my clothes. As we both dressed, the stranger was already moving away to continue his walk, turning to give us a cheery wave as he headed away from us and we turned to head back to the car...
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