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The
Wild Outdoors
by “The Woodsman” 2004 It
had been a while since I’d seen June, at least a month since I had
managed to get to With
a smile and a wink she replied “it would be nice to have you nearer.”
With that I placed my mouth on hers, the kiss was gentle and tender at
first, passion started to rise and our mouths started to grind together,
her tongue probed my lips searching for mine and began to wrestle. The
feel of her body pressed up to me was divine, my arms about her squeezing
her tighter, her firm breasts digging into my chest was driving me mad!
Her groin slowly dancing its own rhythm, against me, rotating, gyrating,
pressing, causing me to start to get erect. HEY
human aren’t I?? I
began to move my hands over her back, stroking, exploring her. running my
hands down her sides to her waist , finding a part of her blouse had
come un tucked, I managed to
slide my hand in, feeling just how warm and smooth her flesh was. This
naughty hand crept slowly upwards along her side, over her tummy, up and
up it went, higher and higher until at last its goal was reached. Delight
is the way to describe it as her breast filled my hand with its silky
smooth fullness, only to be capped by the nipple which was on its way out,
to seek my hand and say hello in its own right, so glad was I to cover it,
gently taking it in two fingers to feel the little stub, nurture and grow.
I began to rotate my fingers, turning the nipple from side to side,
causing June to groan into my mouth. Thinking it was having the desired
effect, I began to pull on it as well as twisting, another deep throated
moan from the woman in my arms. Suddenly
we heard footsteps coming down the street; we broke apart and tidied
ourselves. A couple. Like us, in each others arms, making their way home.
With a nod of hello, they passed us by. Leaving us cuddling. Snug in each
others arms. It was good we had been disturbed as June had to go in to see
to her family. I vowed to myself, I would not want our first sexual
encounter on the street against her front door. As it was, the amount of
booze we had taken on, would have led to disappointing “first time”. It
was with sadness, we kissed goodbye there. With a smile and a wave she
entered her house, leaving me a lonely walk back to lodgings. Sweet dreams
I had that night, wondering where our passionate kissing would of led to,
alas it was not to be this time. With
reluctance I packed up in the morning, had breakfast and started to drive
home, very much looking forward till the next time I would have June in my
arms.
2. It
was about another month before I could wangle a long weekend off, to go
and see June. On the phone the night before, she had asked me if I liked
camping. Having been in the
Army as I had, camping was not on my list of favourites! June told me a
friend of her sons wanted to go camping along with her boy. His parents
couldn’t manage to go, so she had been asked to go along to supervise
the 2 boys. For a laugh I agreed, at least we could all get out in the
fresh air for a while. Heck why not I thought. Have a new perspective on
“normal” camping. I
got to June’s house about lunchtime, after a quick passionate kissing
session at her door, she took me in to tell me the bad news. Her son and
his buddy had had an argument, fallen out, as teenagers do and gone their
separate ways. Her son had gone to stay with another friend across town
for the week end. She pointed to all the equipment she had been lent, 2
tents, gas primus stove, water containers, sleeping bags along with all
the other items that make you comfortable for a night in the “wilds.” “Looks
like the great expedition is off” I said.
With a sly smile which lit her face into an
impish grin she replied “maybe not …… as there’s only the 2 of us
all weekend long ……………..?? UNLESS you DON’T want to go camping
with just me, out in the wilds, with NO one around for miles?”
The way she said that last sentence, drove a bolt of lightning to
my groin! Recovering from a slight shudder.. I stammered “I ……..
I ….. I'd love to
go” We
packed all the gear in my car, looked around to check we had it all. Then
June said she was going to change quickly.
Thinking I had better be safe and NOT count on anything, I also put
in the other tent that had been borrowed. My
eyes came out on stalks, when June returned, she looked magnificent! The
jeans and sweat shirt had gone, to be replaced by a
low cut T-shirt which rather cheekily had the top 2 buttons undone
showing off her tan, where she’d been sitting reading in the garden
and an above knee pleated pleated skirt, in a matching cream colour.
Again the pale colours of her chosen wardrobe helped show off her tan. We
jumped in the car and set off on our way, dear June giving good
instructions of where to go. She said to stop at the supermarket so we
could stock up on tinned and essential goods. Milk, eggs etc we would be
getting from a farm, a short drive from the campsite. We were holding
hands wandering around looking at the shelves, when June stopped suddenly
and bent down to get a pack of tea bags, my heart went into my mouth. When
she changed, she had omitted to wear her brassiere, there was I looking at
her bountiful mounds, topped by the nipples I had started to play with on
her doorstep, over a month ago. The memories, and the sight of them on
display, brought a warm glow to my loins. We
carried on around the store, June had a devil grin, whether she had seen
the look of surprise on my face or just for the tease, she made sure that
when she bent over ( always wanting items on the bottom shelf ) she would
be facing me. Giving me a perfect down blouse view of her twin treasures,
I’m sure the nipples had grown since my first peek at them. I
had fallen behind in the wine aisle, trying to find a white wine I liked,
when June called out to me. “What about this one?” I looked up, she
had squatted down to grab a bottle, but to balance herself, her
legs had spread apart a fair bit, the skirt had ridden up to her thighs,
giving me a healthy look at the tiniest scrap of material covering her
pussy. It must have been less than two inches wide the material and yet I
did not spy one pubic hair on her nether regions. 3 We
paid for and carried our bags to the car, putting them away, we set off
for our great adventure in the wilds.
On the drive to The
windows are open, warm air flowing in, a promise of the summer to come. We
were talking and laughing as we drove along, June asked if I had packed my
swim suit. With horror I remembered I had not, meaning to buy a new one,
as last years shorts, had got a big rip in them from a water slide I had
gone down. “Never mind, I’m sure we can find something” she said.
Again there was “that” look in her eyes. As
we drove her hand on my leg stroking from knee to my thigh, my hand
stroking her hair and shoulders, I had a vision of her bending over to
collect from the shelf at the shop, showing me her lovely breasts.
Lazily I ran my fingers up and down her neck, finding her bare
shoulder; I caressed it a moment, before using two fingers, to follow the
curve down to collar bone. A finger playing with the button hole of her
top button, moving the material aside, I stroked the warm flesh that lay
below it. Keeping
a good eye on the road ahead, my finger drew invisible circles on her
skin, each time I completed a circle or two, I moved my finger lower. I
came to the rise of her right breast, lingering a while in case I had
pushed my luck too far. We
went over a bump in the road, it drove my finger lower still. Horrified I
began to take my hand away but June placed her hand over mine and held me
still. Taking
this as acceptance for what I was doing, I re-started my finger on its
journey southwards. My hand following my finger over the curve of her
boob, all around I went not missing one centimetre of warm flesh, to the
middle of her chest to the outside of her tit. Slowly
finding every inch of her curves. Trying
very hard to stay away from her nipple, which I saw was poking through the
thin material of her T-shirt, I continued to caress her. June had her head
laid back on the head rest, eyes closed, her hand on my leg clasping me
tighter as I moved closer to her now fully hardened nipple. A sigh would
escape from her as I moved away from the engorged bud. Several times I did
this, June her back now arching upwards as I once again moved in the
direction of her neck. Feeling I had teased her enough, poor girl, my hand
started to grasp rather than fondle her. I
reached across to her other breast and began to slowly stroke it,
alternating from breast to breast, squeezing one , and tickling the other.
Her
hand was moving up my leg, I stopped it, saying “ uh huh……… relax,
enjoy” as I carried on with my administrations to her fine breasts, on a
downward move I found a hard nipple between my fingers,
taking out my hand, I put a finger to June’s lips. “ Lick it
please” I asked, making sure my pointy finger was very wet I returned it
to a nipple. With slow agonising circles I moistened the nipple, round and
round I went. All over the puckered tip. I’m sure June felt it as she
was squirming in the seat. Asking her to make it wet again I started my
finger on her other nipple. For
a few miles I continued to play with her breasts, my hand exploring inside
her T-shirt, the sun shining
down on us. It was if the gods looked kindly upon our week end, rewarding
us, saying “go my children, enjoy yourselves” well I certainly had
plans for us over the week end, or rather hopes. Not in my wildest dreams
did I ever imagine how the week-end would turn out 4. After
a few changes of direction, changing roads etc June told me to stay on
this road now all the way to where we were headed, for 10 miles or so, and
we would be there she said.
My
hand was resting on her knee, just content in its position. I started to
rub her leg rising to the edge of her skirt over it and up higher. To the
thigh, stroking rubbing, then down moving slowly.
Not intending to be naughty, in the slightest. As my hand came up
again, June lifted her skirt so my hand slid under it, moving up, I slowly
went as far as I dared. June
folded her skirt back, my hand once more in the open air. Looking at her
legs, she had raised the skirt higher than a mini skirt; there at the
junction of her thighs, her panty covered pussy was just visible. I once
more started to stroke her leg that was on show for me to gaze on. Her
skin was smooth, warm, and enjoyable. Upwards I moved my hand, to the top
of her leg. Crossing the covered divide, I started on her other leg. As I
did she parted her legs a little, allowing me to caress the inside of her
legs. Trailing
two fingers, of my hand - one
on each leg, I moved to her knees. As I came back once more towards the
top she opened her legs a little. “How will you do that now”? She
asked. Her eyes twinkling in the sunlight, the tip of her tongue
moistening her top lip. “Just
like this” I replied, as I took my hand and cupped her pussy mound with
my hand. The shock made her clasp her legs together. I then re traced my
two fingers down her legs. “
You asked!” I said
laughing. I wish I'd had a
camera for the look she gave me. Sort of hurt but also feeling outwitted. I
carried on rubbing stroking her legs, while June, just sat there,
you could almost hear the wheels turning over in her mind.
I'd better watch myself I thought. I feel revenge is brewing in
there somewhere. We
had just finished another ciggy, when June pointed to a small road off to
the left, “ that’s it”
she said “ go in
there”. It
was not much of a road, rather narrow, climbing upwards. Twisting around
on itself . A mile and a half later we turned the last corner to find an
open view of sheer wonder. About 3 large fields were in front of us hedges
along the edges, a few trees here and there,
the field we were in was a meadow opening onto a slow moving river.
We got out the car, holding hands we ran to the water, quickly taking our
shoes off, we tensely entered the water. MMMMMMMmmm it was warm. So nice.
We splashed around like 5 year olds. June lifting her skirt, screaming out
as I jumped up and down soaking her legs. “This
is magic” I shouted grabbing you around the waist and smothering you in
kisses. “Thank you for inviting me” June said “don’t thank me
yet!! The week – ends not over yet” Always
the serious one, June decided it was time to get the camp set up.
Promising to come back to the river, I followed her to the car. For the
next couple of hours we were busy sorting things out. I showed her the
other tent, explaining why I had brought it, not wanting to push myself
upon her. “We’ll see” was all she said and walked off to be busy
once more. The
two tents up, our clothes put away, I went to the tap in the far corner of
the field, to fill the water container, while June got food out ready to
cook. Our
meal, which was delicious, tasted 100 times better having cooked in the
open air, al fresco. The wine
helped as well. As I reached
for June and pulled her close to me, the wine and the warm sun, I’m
afraid to say was making me feel pretty frisky. 5. Sitting
nearer to June, I put my arm around her shoulders,
with my other her I reached for the tent peg bag. Pulling out a
length of guy rope, I was
able to find the loop, leaning closer kissing her I slowly pressed on her
till she was laying flat on the warm grass. My
hand started to caress her neck, down her arm till I reached her hand,
lifting it and placing it flat on the ground above her head, kissing her
lips I said “trust me” …. With the hand holding the rope, l slip her
hand in the rope. Getting another guy rope I did the same with her other
hand, both wrists captured, slowly pulling each loop of thin rope tighter. Getting
tent pegs from the bag I started to hammer one in the ground when I
finished I took a rope, tying her left arm to the peg. Pulling the other
rope on her right arm I measured where to put a peg in the ground so that
her arms were like the letter V. Getting
one of our bedding mattress rolls from the tent and rolling it up.
I asked her to lift her bottom, placing it under her. Finding the
clasp to her skirt I unzipped it, slowly taking it down her hips, pulling
it over the elastic of her thong, which came into view. Down her legs and
off of her. Reaching for a rope I looped it over her ankle and soon had it
secured to a tent peg in the ground. Within a few moments, I had the other
leg also tied and secure to a peg. I looked down on her, eyes closed, tied
securely to the 4 tent pegs, now she was in the position of a letter X.
reaching down I took hold of the t shirt, and drew it up, exposing her
breasts to the hot sun. Pulling it up, till I was able to lift it over her
head. Getting a silk scarf from her suitcase, I folded it double, then
placing it over her eyes, tying it in place. I then told June I was
feeling hot, and was going to cool off in the river. Picking
up the portable radio I turned it on and walked off to the river, my
favourite song came on “follow me” by Uncle Cracker. I
couldn’t help but sing along as I wandered off. Once at the river I
turned the volume up louder so June would hear it from where she was tied
on the ground by the tents. I began to go back to June, leaving the radio
where it was on the grass. June would think I was still at the river
having a swim, radio playing. As
I approached her I could see her turning her head from side to side, legs
and arms securely tied to the pegs. She was trying to pull on the ropes to
free herself but I had used the long pegs, for using if it got windy,
steel ones, put in so deep you have to almost dig them out, once they are
in. bare breasts jiggling as she tried to get free, I could see her
nipples hardened topping her breasts. Looking at the thong she was still
wearing, I could see a damp patch growing there, where it covered her.
Spying a long peacock feather on the ground I picked it up. Walking
carefully so not to alert June I chose the side where my shadow would not
be projected on her. Starting
with her foot, I began to move the tip of the feather around, she jerked
at the first contact, trying to get the insect she thought it was off of
her. Lifting the feather every time she jerked I moved it higher and
higher moving up her leg.
When landing I would move it around in small circles, as if a true insect. 10
mins later the feather was moving on the inside of her thigh, getting
closer to her covered crotch. June
was writhing on the ground, flicking her leg as best she could whilst
being tied as she was so tightly. I made a few circles near the edge of
the material of her thong, where she had been moving round so much one of
her cunny lips had escaped and was exposed to the warm sun. Being a
gentleman I of course , moved the feather tip to this glistening damp
offering. With slow deliberate movements I ran the tip up and then down
her lip, which was starting to puff up. The damp patch on her thong was
growing, so my “fly” hopped on to it, with a little pressure, I
explored over her thong, to the other leg and down to her foot. Slow
movements, it must have been agony for June this fly wandering all over
her. 6. The
“fly” began walking up her leg on the outside, up her hip, over the
elastic of her thong. I was trying to think how I could remove this tiny
scrap of material, so small yet denying me accesses to her honey pot, from
her with out letting her guess I was there. My
fly wandered over her tummy, in circles, walking between the valley of her
beautiful smooth breasts leaving them alone for the time being. I
continued to the top of her chest, running around, slowly going down
following the shape and curve of each breast to the nipple, which was
engorged, hard, like a large cherry on top of the cake, which I wanted to
take in my mouth, to taste and suck on so much but with great reluctance I
did not. For now! Teasing
each breast and nipple, her hips began a slow dance, sighs coming from her
June was enjoying this horny little fly, walking
all over her exposed body. “Horny bitch” I thought to myself as I
played with her body. Making her wriggle and
writhe, from just the attention of a little fly. What would she be
like if it was me lying alongside her. Hands roving over her hot naked
flesh ?? With
a sudden inspiration I got up and moved away quietly, back to the river,
once there I picked up the radio and moved it further away from the
campsite. As I walked slowly back to the tent, I could see June head up
calling out my name. I expect all the time she could hear the radio while
being tied down she would think she was safe, with me in sight of her,
keeping guard in case any one approached. Now the radio was moved further
away, she must of thought I was out of sight of her, beginning to make her
worry. Going
right around the campsite I got closer to her, seeing her wriggle
frantically trying to get loose from her bonds. I had gotten a ball from
the camp and started to bounce it on the ground as I came nearer to her.
June must of thought it was a stranger getting close as she lifted her
head up looking in the direction of the river, she began to have a quiver
in her voice as she called out to me. I
bounced the ball harder on the ground as I got close, standing about 6 ft
away I kept bouncing the ball, as if some one was standing there looking
down on her nakedness, tied to the tent pegs, in the shape an X. Which I
was doing, drinking in the sight of her breasts heaving, her struggling,
calling out “ who’s there………. Hello”???
I bounced the ball a few more times as I got real close to her.
Then kneeling down I took hold of her foot. June gasped in shock as my
hand explored it, moving to her leg June let out a half moan half gasp, as
I softly travelled up. “Please……………….don’t”
She whispered. Ignoring her I
slowly teased my way higher up, heading for the join of her legs, covered
by a now very wet thong. Up
her leg to the top, across the wet thong, to her other leg, down I went
over her curves, her muscles. Down to
her foot. Running my hand inside her leg, I once more made for the
thong, with one of her lips, now so much larger than before peeking out,
the edge of the thong resting in her slit, pushed in there by her now fat
lip expanding, growing. Reaching
to my belt, I took off my pen-knife, choosing the little scissors, I
opened them, bending down my hand moving to the elastic where it joined
the front of her thong, my fingers pulled it up, a moan from June as I
snipped, then leaving the material covering her crotch I snipped the other
side. Peeling back the elastic from around her waist, letting the very end
of the elastic, trail over
skin as I drew it over her hips. Placing
both hands on her knees, I slowly moved up. Slowly, edging forward to the
patch, now almost transparent being soaked with her juices. Lifting her
head, looking towards the river, as if looking for me, she let out a groan
as her head rested back on the warm grass, surrendering to my touch. Fingers
trailing up her leg, I went higher, higher to my goal. Feeling pleased at
my self at solving the problem of getting the thong off her. Fingers
creeping up I run them towards the patch of thong covering her, the soaked
material is lying there, barely covering her. My finger nail traces along
the exposed puffy lip, shivers run through her, I slide under the
material, run a finger down her wet slit.
Back up, taking the piece of thong with me as I go, letting her be
exposed to my gaze and the fresh air . As I look on her I see June is
quivering, whether from excitement, secretly knowing it is me. Or from
fear, knowing it COULD be a complete stranger toying with her. My
hands roughly take hold of her breasts, squeezing them fondling, pressing
the flesh, pushing them together, moving over her nipples taking them,
pulling on them twisting turning side to side. Moans
are coming from June, her head thrashing side to side. One
hand travels down her chest, down her tummy …. Lower, making for that
special place. My fingers take hold of her clitty hood, start to
manipulate it, gently at first, then squeeze tighter , pulling harder. Her
hips rising off the rolled up
bed roll, trying to push my fingers harder on her clit. I do so ….
harder with my hand that had
the breast I slide it down to cup her cunny and squeeze it……………
fingers move to her soaking slit, probe for an opening, feel around,
fingers getting wetter and wetter from the juices now pouring from her.
All this time I have not spoken to her, letting her think this is a
stranger ravaging her. Now that stranger pushing 3 fingers into her cunny
opening her up, stretching her inner depths, the juices flowing from her,
down her legs. Soaking her hot flesh, almost drying as they run down her
slit to the cheeks of her buttocks. Hips lifting she wants more depth in
her , pleasure exploding as I ram deeper in her, fingers twisting all
around finding the roof of her mound, I scrape lightly causing her to cry
out as an orgasm fires through her, hips bucking I pound into her quicker
faster………. Another orgasm goes off, like a rocket… shoots up, explosions
go off all over her body. With a sudden scream……. June gushes all over
my fingers, I feel it coming from deep in her, I take out my fingers and
put my mouth over hole, i want to suck up as much as I can. Mmmmmmmm its
creamy, as I lap it all up, still writhing around she pours out more,
mouth gulping down the offering from my love, tied to the ground with a
“complete stranger” licking away at her! As
she calms down, I
stand up remove my trousers……..cock hard, pulsing. I get down, as I
edge forward the tip scrapes along her leg …. June groans
“nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” knowing
what is about to happen, a “stranger” is going to take her, place his
cock in her and have sex with her. I
get nearer, place my cock on her opening, with a slow push I am in her, I
carry on allllllll the way into her, deep, till my balls are resting
against her arse. June groans and lets out the breath she had been
holding, back arched against me. I start to move my cock, I want this to
be a FUCK!!! NOT sex, the
loving kind but hard brutal as if I were a stranger taking her. Ramming
home into her poor cunny banging away, fast and furious. Cum after cum
flows through June, on and on I rut away at her, I know I am not going to
last much longer I am too excited, playing with her tied down, then
making out I was a stranger finding her spread out. With a grunt I
cum, my seed flowing hotly in spurts, covering her insides, she feels it,
then screams loudly as she cums one last time, shaking thrashing, nearly
throwing me off her. After a while of lying on her panting body, I
reluctantly withdraw from her soaking cunny. Get dressed, slowly, I walk
to the river, to go get the radio. Leaving her there, leaking my cum
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