Ruth leads the way from the dam into town along the main road. About halfway through town, she pulls into the motel she had observed, on the way up. With a spring in her step, she heads into reception. Greg remains in his car, so he can avoid advertising the wet spot on his jeans.

Emerging from reception, Ruth looks at Greg, raises her arms, shrugs, shakes her head, and mouths, “Booked out.”

They drive a little further up the road and pull over. Ruth joins Greg in his car to chat. “What now?” she asks, “They are booked out, and you made me so damn horny.” After a short pause with a sigh, she continues, “I do know a little tennis club here that is surrounded by a huge cypress hedge. That might work for us.”

“Let's go there then and check it out.”

They kiss. Ruth goes back to her car and leads the way. As they pull into the tennis club, they drive slowly and stop just inside against the hedge. Ruth points to a spot further in beside some sort of shed, where there is also a patch of grass. She pulls up with the nose of her car, almost touching the hedge. Greg manoeuvres his car, so the cars, hedge, and shed form a privacy screen. He gets out of the car and takes a picnic blanket, towel and pillow from the boot. While spreading the blanket out on the grass, he asks Ruth to lie down. He joins her, and they kiss. They lay there facing each other, heads on the pillow and foreheads touching.

“This is a lovely location. I just hope no one comes to surprise us,” Ruth whispers. Their hands begin exploring each other again. Greg takes her shirt at the waist. She nods, “Yes, please.”

He proceeds to pull the shirt out of her jeans and moves his hands under the shirt to her breasts. Ruth releases a whimper as he squeezes her nipples.

Ruth finds her way to his jeans to check his manhood. “Oh, you are moist and sticky down there, and ready to add to it. Remove them. I'm sure you will feel better then.” She giggles.

“Um, are you certain that's the only reason you want me to remove them?” Greg kicks off his shoes while Ruth undoes his belt and zip. Before he can adjust his position, she is sliding his jeans and boxers down and off. “I must admit that feels a lot more comfortable.”

Taking hold of the erect cock, she squeezes it. “This thing is also very sticky. I wonder why.” Giggling with a wicked smile, she leans in to kiss him with passion.

He reaches for her belt and begins to undo it. “It is only fair that now that you have seen mine, that you show me yours,” he chuckles. “Let me get these out of the way.” He takes her shoes off, along with her jeans and knickers. “Mmm, these aren't what you would call dry either,” he says, holding the knickers up.

They kiss with greater passion. She slowly strokes his cock while he gently rubs her clit, without breaking off the kiss. The passion rises. Their breathing quickens. Her leg rises, placing the foot onto the side of his car. She whimpers quietly into his mouth with approval. Her hips begin to move. Greg inserts a finger. She stops stroking him but squeezes him tightly. He inserts a second finger to wriggle them. Holding the kiss firmer with exploring tongues, her nasal breaths sound like snorts as her orgasm builds to its climax. Reaching the brink, one big snort, she inhales. Breaking off the kiss to exhale with a moan, she bucks her hips. Releases his cock and holds him tight as she resumes the tongue fencing and bucks a few more times. She stops with a final ‘Ugh’ and relaxes.

She rolls onto her back, pulling him on top of her, and whispers, “I want you inside me now. I want to feel that lovely hard thing spread me open.” She takes his cock in hand, placing it at her entrance. He gently enters her as they quietly moan in unison. They both hold still to savour the instant of their first coupling.

Greg slowly lowers himself without moving his lower half. They touch their noses as he whispers, “I am truly in heaven now. You feel so wonderful.”

She feels a drop of moisture on her cheek as Greg drops an emotional tear on her. They kiss again, remaining otherwise motionless in their coupling. He breaks off the kiss, raises his head and caresses her hair and then her cheeks with a gentle, but deliberate motion. They resume kissing. The world around them becomes a blur. Their merging is all that matters now. Ruth exercises her vaginal muscles to indicate that she is ready.

Greg withdraws slowly. He finds it difficult to resist the urge to plunge back in as hard as he can. Stopping so the glans stays in, he pauses a few seconds and then slowly slides back in. They look into each other's eyes as his cock hits the cervix. With lustful eyes, they gaze at each other and smile. She nods at him. They resume their kissing. Their tongues explore each other. Greg slowly withdraws his cock. Holding it still to tease her, he presses his mouth to her more firmly. Ruth bucks her hips upward to get the cock back in. He holds her in place. She moans for more. They begin to move as one. The rhythm increases. The breathing is getting deeper. Both hearts are pounding. They try to muffle their moaning and grunting as they remember where they are. As they get closer to the climax, the kissing becomes more frantic. Constantly changing mouth position as Greg thrusts faster.

Suddenly, Ruth pushes his head away. Her body tenses. Her pussy tightens and then pulses. Feeling this pushed Greg over the edge. He shoots his sperm into her. They both hold still as their orgasms pulse through them. Greg relaxes, holds her head still in admiration, and places soft kisses all over her face. Then they both kiss passionately once more as their breathing and heart rate return to normal.

The erection dissipates, and he slips out of Ruth. Greg reaches for the towel and hands it to her.  She accepts and cleans herself.

“That was wonderful!” she whispers in a loving tone. She leans forward to kiss him again. After cleaning herself, she passes the towel back to Greg. He does a quick clean-up. They kiss a few times as they dress. Greg's wet boxers have dried in the sun while they were busy, so he decides to wear them.

After dressing, they relaxed on the blanket, resting their heads on the pillow. As they are kissing, Ruth hears some approaching footsteps and sits up. A voice is saying, “What are you doing here?”

“Just packed away our picnic gear, if you must know,” a quick-thinking Greg replies.

“Well, sorry to spoil the dessert for you. I'm about to lock the gate. So, you better get your cars out of here,” the man retorts, as he winks at them.

Greg quickly throws the blanket and things into his car and drives it out to the street. Ruth is right behind him. They stop approximately a hundred metres along the road to say their goodbyes. A few more passionate kisses. In unison, they say, “I've had a wonderful time. See you online later.”

They both chuckle at what just happened. They kiss goodbye and head home.

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