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By *renz OP Man
over a year ago
Between Chichester and Havant |
It was a bright, sunny, hot afternoon in July. This one had a certain significance about it for both of us for very different reasons. For me, it was my birthday, for you it was a day you would never forget.
You looked gorgeous as ever, dressed for the weather, shorts and t-shirt. Your arse, actually my arse as I own you, looked as peachy as always.
I'd bought a small picnic, nothing grand just sustenance. We walked hand in hand along a well trodden path, through woodland until we had woodland on one side and a field of grass on the other. Debating whether to picnic in the full sun or find somewhere a little more shady. We opted for the latter. Continuing our walk looking for somewhere suitable to put down our blanket. There was no one around, just the two of us and the outdoors. Something we both have a love for.
Eventually I find somewhere that may be suitable, off the path, in the woods itself I spy an area of thin grass with a little sunshine playing over it. We head towards it. Putting down the blanket, we removed our shoes and sat down. Our conversation as always had covered many topics, with you becoming more playful and cheeky. More so as we sat down. I threatened to put you over my knee if your cheek continued! I sat down, legs out straight deciding that I'd had enough and you were going to get what you were looking for. I told you to put your arse over my knees. Dutifully you did as I asked. It truly is a beautiful arse. Firm and gorgeous. I cannot have enough of it. Draped over my knees still clad in skin tight shorts, I think how lucky I am.
I pull down your shorts to your knees. Rubbing your arse, my arse, telling you what I am about to do. I raise my hand and bring it down on your left cheek, it instantly reddens. I do the same with the right, firm but not over hard. The noise, crisp echoes through the woodland like a gunshot. Each stroke I give you does the same. Left, right, right again you wriggle your arse welcoming each hand as it falls. Your arse, my arse, reddens under each stroke. I tell you to lift your arse so I can bite it. Something I love to do, very often leaving a bruise, something for us both to admire over the next few days and to give you a reminder. I slip my fingers between your legs to feel your cunt, my cunt! It's wet, confirming something that I already knew. You were turned on. I play with my cunt for a while, teasing you before resuming to redden your arse. It was then that we noticed a guy just a few yards away walking away from us. It would have been impossible for him not to have seen, especially hearing every stroke of my hands. But he continued walking and we continued playing until I decided I wanted to fuck you. Having you on your hands and knees, rubbing your clit before you are begging to cum, asking me if you can. I remain silent for a while before agreeing you can, which you do, straight away, quieter than usual, I continue to rub you by bringing you to the next and the next. One is never enough. Something you have learnt over the time we have played together. Something you probably now expect.
I rub my cock between your legs, teasing you before finally pushing into my tight wet cunt, the one you look after for me. I slowly start to fuck you, when we hear a noise. Down on the main track a cyclist hurtles past, oblivious to what we are doing. A few minutes later our fucking is interrupted by a couple walking. We stop and lie down until they pass. Again we resume before hearing a horse in the distance. Two riders go past, again we lie down until they pass. I start to fuck you again, this time filling my cunt with my cum. I withdraw before inserting two fingers and tell you to fuck them. Tentatively you do so. Harder! I tell you. You rock on my fingers, firmly fucking yourself on my hand. I insert another finger, telling you to continue fucking my hand, before a fourth. Making you cum, yet again. Withdrawing my fingers I rub the mixture of mine and yours cum, over my cunt, rubbing your/my clit making you cum time after time until you are giggling away, a sure sign you have had enough. Finally you beg me to stop. I continue for a short while before listening. I may be your Dom, but we are also a partnership. I listen to you, we discuss, we learn, we evolve.
We hear the horses return, but by this time we are tucking into our picnic. We sit talking, something we do a lot of. We both hear twigs breaking but it is you that sees them first. Two roe deer, male and female take no notice of us as we sit quietly at one with nature. Were they going to do the same as we were earlier? But they just wandered through without seeing us, much like the hikers and the riders. Packing up and making sure we leave our woodland glade tidy, the only sign we had been there, the flattened grass, the echoes of our past. |
