This is a true story - what happened Saturday.
Beautiful day, sun’s out and Patrick has been trapped inside all week so we decided to go for a Saturday morning stroll. Took a cheeky turn off the path through ALL the frickin brambles and jumped over the wall into one of the most characterful woods around. We had a somewhat nervous gander around until we found a little cuddle of trees. We could hear voices from the path below but we were alone so we got a little over passionate in our kissing and groping until he ordered me to pull down my jeans and bend over a branch. I could hear him behind me and it made me so self-conscious but I knew what his face would be doing: the thorough appraising look with his tongue in his cheek looking me over. Then he was right behind me, hands on my bare ass and telling me to pull my jacket up. He slipped a ruler out of his sleeve and spanked me hard. I wouldn’t say it was painful, but it certainly stung in a good way. He did it again and I could feel the sharp slap on my wind chilled cheeks. And again. And again. Then he stepped back to contemplate my ass again and he took some photos, he likes to keep pictures of me. After I got dressed again, he cuddled me and we took some cute photos of ourselves because we make a pretty adorable happy couple, we just have a few secrets from the rest of the world.
We continued our innocent jaunt around the reservoir, through more trees and up the hill. We wittered about mundane but intimate things: our affinity for certain animals, the people in our families we’re not overly fond of (that one was mostly me) and we debated just how high up the food chain I’d have got as a Roman prostitute. Every so often we’d get a cheeky hand in somewhere it shouldn’t be.
When we got to the top of the hill, he told me to take my coat off; I was just wearing a little black bra underneath. There was nobody about but we’d seen people on our way up and it was pretty exposed and exciting (and bloody freezing). More pictures for his bank, but that was okay because I got some great snaps of his cute little butt when he was walking in front of me. We made our way back down with more chat and an arm around my shoulder, down my jacket and exploring inside my bra. We took the longer but more concealed route back down and as we passed the bikers in the wood, he put his hands inside my jeans and felt the hot, raised marks he’d made on my skin, slipping a finger under my thong to feel how wet he makes me.
We came back around the reservoir talking about horse-riding and sailing; making plans to have a picnic on the grass with a few cold beers, to go skinny dipping together in the twilight and to camp on the bank listening to the water and the owls – dead romantic!
As we entered the wood, we go right to the middle, it’s not secluded, it’s not safe and he said, “I think you should suck me here”
“Here?”
“Here.”
He’s the boss! So I got down on my knees in the mud and he stood fully dressed with his cock poking out of his trousers and he offered it to me. I took it in my mouth and started to suck. I could feel it hardening and the head got juicier. As he got more excited, he started to hold my head and push himself into me with force, right to the back and he didn’t stop. My eyes were watering but I knew he was happy and I just wanted him more …. |
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