The scent of wild garlic hung in the air, the delicate white flowers, mixed with blue bells, lining the narrow country lane. All around birds sang, and the only evidence of people were the gentle taps of Darcy’s shoes.

The countryside was always quiet, but early mornings held a sense of serenity like no other time of day. She squinted into the low sun and a smile creased her pretty face - she felt optimistic, that feeling of good things can happen only comes with youth; she was only just eighteen and the long hot summer was laid out before her.

Her family were poor because her father struggled with his health, but she was happy. She had worked on the local farm on weekends whilst at school to help support the family and she had joined full time as soon as she’d left education, waking early to walk the short distance from their small house and falling in to her bed exhausted every night. But she loved being outdoors, whatever the weather.

Her parents wanted her to meet one of the local young men, get married and be a mother and housewife. It wasn’t that they wanted to stifle her but it was the life that they knew and felt that it was the best way for her to be looked after. But that wasn’t the life Darcy wanted. She’d heard of girls going to college to learn secretarial skills and having a career, despite it still being a male dominated world, and she was clever, good with numbers and she knew she could make something of herself - perhaps even move abroad.

It was only 5am, but the May sun, still low in the sky, was warm and she slipped her thin cardigan from her shoulders. Reaching the gap in the hedgerow, forded by an ancient wooden style, she stopped, closing her eyes and tilting her face towards the sun, the sounds and smells filling her senses. This was her favourite time of day, whether she was working or had the day off, like today.

Darcy didn’t need to look along the lane to know that she was alone, she was always alone when she was here, and she slowly popped each button that ran down the front of her threadbare dress. She had left her underwear off this morning so when her dress fell open she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. Stepping up onto the style she paused. Her face was tanned from working outdoors year round, but her body was fair, her light pink nipples on her firm breasts only a slight contrast to her flesh. She touched them, feeling their softness before letting her hand brush between her thighs. She had overheard some of the older girls talking about shaving their private areas and so she had tried it, enjoying the smoothness.

A Jay burst from the tree above her, making her jump, but she smiled and waved to it, before stepping down into the wildflower meadow. The edges of the field were shorter than the middle and she let her hand brush gently over the long grasses, smiling as she watched the bees and other insects fly between flowers, the thin material of her dress flowing out behind her, exposing her body to the spring morning. She loved the feeling of being naked outdoors and this was where she was able to be alone. She had even come here in the winter, stripping off her layers before running through the snow, shivering, teeth chattering as she dressed quickly by the hedge.

The field started to dip gently towards the tree line at the edge of the woods, the course, short hay under foot turning to lush green grass damp with dew. Darcy stopped, easing off her shoes, feeling the soft grass between her toes. As she made her way into the trees the ground turned to damp earth, cushioning her feet as the smell of new leaves filled her senses, the trees creating a quietness which sent a chill along her spine and goosebumps across her skin. As she walked deeper she started to hear the sound of the river. The closer she drew to the water the incline grew steeper and her foot dislodged a small rock, causing it to roll down the bank, splashing into the water.

Darcy stopped at the river bank, looking up into the canopy above her, smiling at the early morning birdsong. She slipped her dress from her shoulders, careful not to let it fall to the floor - her mother would want to know why it was dirty when she hadn’t been at work. To her left was a tree, fallen long ago, which bridged the river, its branches, what was left of them, deep in the forest on the other side. Naked, she padded across the soft earth, slim fingers gently touching the rough bark as if it were a sleeping dragon, feeling the deep ruts and ridges. Her eyes trailed along the length of the trunk as it stretched across the river and she folded her dress into a small square, placing it on the fallen tree.

With her hands on the trunk she swung her slender leg over like she was mounting a horse. Butterflies rose in her stomach as she felt the soft material on the rough surface between her thighs. She sighed at the sensation.

A breeze drifted through the trees, shaking the young leaves, making her conscious of her nakedness. She looked around - no one ever came to this area of the woods but she was suddenly nervous, the insecurity increasing her arousal. Living in a small house with her parents and siblings was not conducive to uninterrupted intimate time and so having the warm spring and summer mornings to be naked and to pleasure herself were precious. In the winter months she had to make do with stolen moments, pressing her face into her pillow to muffle her moans, but out here there were no such restrictions, no one listening, no prying eyes.

Leaning forward she began to slowly rock her hips, her clitoris, sensitive, drifting over the soft material. Her nipples stiffened and she left out moan. Darcy’s fingertips pressed the bark, the rough surface a contrast to the material beneath her soft cleft. She could feel she was getting wet and that there would be a damp patch on her dress, but she was too lost in the moment to care. Her toes searched for the ground to increase the speed of her hips but the trunk was too high off the ground,  too large, her legs straddled wide. She leaned forward, increasing the pressure on her clitoris and she let out another moan.

The sensation was increasing, her gasps becoming louder. Her hand reached up for her breast, her fingers leaving stains and slivers of bark from the moist trunk on her pale skin and pink nipples. The woods were quiet except for Darcy’s moans and gasps over the sound of the trickling river. She never tired of these stolen moments, naked, surrounded by nature and she slowed her movements, letting her orgasm subside for a moment before rocking her hips again until her climax enveloped her and she fell forward onto the rough bark, arms and legs holding the trunk like the lover she had never known.

Despite the hardness of the fallen tree, Darcy found a level of comfort that she only experienced on cold winter mornings, in those few minutes before she had to get out of bed for work - that sensation of never having been more comfortable before, or would ever be again. A shaft of sunlight played across her shoulders and she sighed, the post orgasmic haze relaxing her body.

The snap of a twig made Darcy’s eyes snap open, her cheek still resting on the tree trunk. She blinked, wondering if she had really heard it or if it was in her imagination.

‘That looked pleasant.’

The voice made her jump and she sat up, her arms covering her breasts as she tried to climb off the trunk without scraping her legs on the bark. She looked around and yelped as a figure moved from behind a tree.

‘I wouldn’t bother covering up,’ the voice said, through the hint of a laugh. ‘I’ve already seen everything.’

‘Who’s there?’ Darcy shouted, wincing as she slid off the tree, crouching behind it, trying to unhook her dress which had caught on a small branch.

‘You don’t recognize my voice? That makes me sad, seeing as how we’ve been friends for so long.’

Darcy froze. ‘Michael Benson?’ she said, peering over the tree.

‘So you do remember me.’ The owner of the voice stepped out from the trees, a tall young man, the same age as her, with broad shoulders and a handsome face.

‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, irritation and distress mixing in her voice.

Michael chuckled. ‘I was about to ask you the same question.’

‘Why are you spying on me?’ she asked, still trying to pull at her dress, fearful that she would tear it. It had already been mended several times and she didn’t know how long she could maintain it.

‘Would you like some help with that?’ Michael asked, stepping forward.

‘No!’ Darcy shouted. ‘Stay back.’

Seeing the distress on his old school friend’s face Michael stopped. ‘Darcy,’ he said in a softer voice, his laugh gone.

‘I’m not here to scare you or hurt you.’

‘Then why are you here?’ she asked, her anger turning to emotion, tears making her eyes glassy but not falling.

‘I live on the edge of the woods, as you know,’ Michael replied. ‘I was just taking an early morning walk.’

‘And you thought you’d spy on me,’ she shot back, trying to disguise the break in her voice.

‘No,’ Michael said. ‘I just heard a noise and when I saw you, I--’ He paused. ‘Well, I just couldn’t look away.’

Peering over her tree Darcy looked at him. She couldn’t deny that the annoying little boy she had argued with at school had matured into an attractive, strong young man. His dirty blonde hair fell over his forehead, his face tanned from being outdoors in all seasons, despite being from a wealthy family who had workers to tend their farm - including Darcy. He smiled at her. ‘Let me help you,’ he said softly, taking another step forward. Darcy watched as he eased closer to the tree, his strong hands unhooking her dress from the branch and tossing it gently to her. She caught it and began to unfold it, examining the material for tears. She looked up at Michael.

‘Could you turn around so I can get dressed, please.’

Michael turned slowly. ‘Where are your under garments?’ he asked, looking around at the floor.

Darcy sighed. ‘I wasn’t wearing any.’

A smile creased the corners of his mouth. ‘So I take it you planned to come out to the woods and,’ he paused, ‘pleasure yourself.’

Her cheeks flushing, Darcy stood up, pulling her dress over her head and as she did she caught herself looking at the young man, the shape of his shoulders, his muscles visible beneath his cotton work shirt starting to reignite the feelings she’d had when she had entered the woods. ‘You can turn around now,’ she said, straightening her dress.

‘You didn’t answer my question,’ Michael said, a smile on his face, some of his earlier teasing in his voice again.

‘I don’t have to answer any of your questions,’ Darcy said defiantly. ‘You’re not your father and we are not on your farm.’

Raising his hands in defense, Michael spoke softly. ‘It’s alright,’ he said. ‘I was just teasing you. I’m sorry.’

‘Are you going to let me leave?’ she asked, trying not to sound nervous.

A look of surprise crossed Michael’s face. ‘Of course,’ he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. Seeing his face drop, Darcy looked at the ground, a feeling of guilt washing over her.

‘Would you like me to walk you home?’ Michael asked.

‘I know my way home,’ she replied, still defiant.

He nodded. ‘Do you have to leave right away?’ he asked.

She looked up, surprised. ‘It’s my day off,’ she said.

‘Will you stay a while?’ Michael asked. She looked up at him. When she had heard him moving in the woods she’d pictured some kind of monster stalking her at her most vulnerable. But now she saw the school boy who had grown into a handsome young man, and even though he had tormented her at school, he’d always been kind to her when it was just the two of them, sharing his lunch and offering to carry her school bag.

‘I can stay,’ she replied.

Michael smiled, walking towards her and lifting himself onto the fallen tree. She watched him and followed suit, her bare feet dangling above the ground - she looked at them, noticing how dirty they were and wondering where she had left her shoes.

‘I haven’t seen you for a few months,’ Michael said, breaking the silence.

‘Are you going to tell anyone about this?’ Darcy blurted, ignoring his comment.

‘No,’ he replied.

She turned to look at him. ‘Are you being truthful?’

‘I am.’

‘If you do,’ she said, the defiance returning to her face. ‘I’ll deny it and tell everyone you’re making it up. And I won’t be afraid to fight you.’

The young man blinked in surprise. ‘Fight me?’

She stared at him and he laughed. ‘What are you laughing at?’ she asked, a spark of anger in her voice.

He shrugged. ‘You couldn’t beat me in a fight when we were at school, do you really think you could now?’

‘I’ve been working on the farm for five years,’ she replied. ‘I’m much stronger now.’

‘So am I,’ Michael replied with a smile.

Silence fell again.

‘Do you do this often?’ he asked.

‘Do what?’

‘That,’ he replied. ‘What you were doing when I saw you.’

‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ Darcy said quickly.

Michael nodded. ‘I do it too.’

She looked over at him but he didn’t return her gaze. ‘It just feels…nice,’ he said, ‘being outside.’

She paused, and then a smile crept into the corners of her mouth. ‘Yes,’ she said quietly.

‘So, now we’re even,’ Michael said, smiling. ‘And if you tell anyone about me, I’ll fight you.’

Darcy frowned. ‘I’d win,’ she said.

‘I don’t think so,’ he replied.

‘I would.’

‘Shall we find out?’ Michael asked, looking over at her.

‘I can’t fight you now,’ she said.

‘Oh, so you’re scared,’ he said with a laugh.

‘No! I can’t fight you while I’m not wearing my bra and knickers,’

‘Why not?’

‘It wouldn’t be right,’ she replied.

‘But you’re wearing your dress, and I’ve already seen you naked.’

Darcy’s arm lashed out, her fist connecting with Michael’s shoulder. He winced, laughing.

‘And you’ll never see me like that again,’ she snapped.

‘Of course not,’ he replied, rubbing his arm. ‘It was nice though.’

‘Do you want me to punch you again, Michael Benson?’ she spat.

He held up his hands in surrender. ‘No, no,’ he laughed. ‘But I do think I should be able to get even with you.’

‘What do you mean?’ she asked. ‘You want to punch me? Do you always punch young ladies?’

‘I won’t punch you,’ he replied.

‘Oh, so you do want to fight,’ she said looking at him. ‘Come on.’ She jumped off the tree trunk and turned to face him.

Michael smiled. ‘Are you sure you want to fight me?’ he asked.

‘Are you sure you want to fight me?’ she retorted.

Eyeing her, Michael slid slowly from the trunk, crouching into a wrestling stance. Darcy followed suit, determination clouding her pretty face. She lunged at Michael but he sidestepped grabbing her wrists, his finger catching in her dress. The top two buttons flew off, landing in the earth. Seeing what had happened Michael stopped, giving Darcy an opportunity. She stepped forward, her leg snaked behind his and she pushed him. Michael stumbled backwards, pulling her with him. As he hit the ground he lost his grip on her and Darcy took the advantage, grabbing his wrists, pinning him to the ground, sitting across his waist. She looked down at him, triumphant in her victory.

‘I tried to warn you, Michael Benson,’ she said, breathless but smiling, ‘I’m stronger than when we were at school.’

Michael looked up at her leaning over him. Although he hadn’t spoken to Darcy a lot since she had began working on his parent’s farm, he had watched her mature into the beautiful young woman looking down at him, and for a moment his breath caught in his throat. Breaking eye contact with her his eyes dropped, catching sight of her dress, gapping open where the buttons were missing, her firm breasts partially visible beneath.

‘Nothing to say in your defeat?’ Darcy said, unaware of her exposure. She adjusted her position on him, suddenly aware of the hardness beneath her. She looked down. ‘What on earth!’ she gasped. Feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment Michael shifted beneath her.

Darcy was still looking down. ‘Is that -’

Embarrassment coursed through Michael and he twisted on the ground, flipping Darcy. She squealed as she felt herself fall to one side, Michael following her over, his turn to straddle her. Shocked at the speed of his movement Darcy was out of breath, and she blew strands of hair from her face.

Now looking down at her, Michael paused, again taking in her pretty face, glancing down at her partly open dress, seeing the swell of her partially covered breasts. He looked up, not wanting Darcy to know he was looking at her.

‘You see,’ he said, smiling, ‘I told you I was still stronger than you.’

Darcy glared at him. ‘You only managed it because I was distracted by the fact that you’re - hard.’

'No, I’m not!’ Michael retorted, indignantly.

‘Oh, really?’ Darcy replied, laughing. ‘Well, what’s that then?’ She nodded at his crotch above her narrow waist.

‘I don’t know what you mean? Michael said, his cheeks burning.

Knowing that he was aroused excited Darcy more than she would admit, and she could feel her nipples stiffening beneath her thin dress. ‘Are you going to let me up?’ she asked, trying to break free from Michael’s grip.

‘Do you surrender?’ he asked, holding her gaze, unable to look away from her hazel eyes.

‘No. But you can’t keep me here all day so you might as well let me go.’ Darcy looked up at the intensity of his gaze. ‘Unless you mean to kiss me.’ As soon as the words left her lips she panicked, wondering if she had mis-read his look and wondering why she had said it in the first place.

Taken aback, Michael looked down at her. ‘Would you like me to kiss you?’

Butterflies in her stomach, Darcy found her mouth was dry and she couldn’t speak, but she nodded. Michael hesitated before lowering his head, his lips touching hers. As their mouths met Michael could feel his erection pressing against his trousers, the unusual sensation of his pre-cum leaking, soaking into his underwear made him shiver. Lying on her back, the unfamiliar feel of a body pressed to hers made Darcy moan.

As Michael broke their kiss, he looked down. The rise of Darcy’s nipples beneath her dress, the pale flesh of her breasts making his erection flex. She caught his gaze and looked down.

‘Are you looking at my tits?’ she asked.

When he didn’t answer, she spoke again. ‘It’s fine. I don’t mind. I take it you saw them earlier.’

Michael paused before slowly releasing her wrists, his fingers moving to the buttons on her dress, popping them open. He looked up at her for reassurance and she made eye contact with him, giving him silent permission. Looking back, he continued until he had undone her dress down as far as her stomach, flat and firm from manual labour. He leaned back, too nervous to fully open her dress. Looking up, Darcy slowly pulled at the fabric, revealing first one breast and then the other. Transfixed, Michael looked at the smooth, firm mounds, topped with stiff, pink nipples.

‘You may touch them if you want,’ Darcy said, her heart pounding in her ears, watching as he slowly moved his hands, his fingers gently gliding over her sensitive flesh, teasing her nipples. Darcy gasped and her eyes fluttered at the first touch.

‘Can I kiss them?’ Michael suddenly asked, breaking the silence between them. Darcy watched intently as he lowered his head, kissing the soft swell of her breasts, moving his mouth, uncertainly, closer to her nipples before placing his lips on one. His tongue instinctively circled the small bud, like tasting a freshly picked raspberry. The sensation made Darcy whimper. She had only ever felt her own fingers and his soft, warm touch sent shivers through her body.

‘Did I hurt you?’ Michael asked, lifting his mouth to look at her.

Darcy opened her eyes. ‘No. Please do that again. On the other one.’ Her eyes closed again as he took her other nipple, gently sucking it. She gasped again, holding the back of his head, her hips making small movements beneath him until she felt him lift his head.

‘Can I see you naked?’ he asked softly.

Darcy’s nod was barely perceptible but she knew that she wanted his eyes on her again. Sitting back he slowly popped the remaining buttons, carefully opening her dress, revealing her pale flesh. Darcy watched his eyes as they roved down her body from her breasts, over her stomach to the hint of the cleft between her thighs. He looked back up her face.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said, his voice hoarse.

She smiled, embarrassed by the compliment and by how exposed she was in front of someone else for the first time.

‘Can I see you now?’ she asked, looking down at the bulge in his trousers. Without breaking eye contact, Michael quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off, revealing his lightly muscled chest and hard stomach.

‘Don’t stop,’ she whispered.

With nervous excitement, he stood, popping the buttons on his trousers. Watching him, Darcy sat up, slipping her arms from her dress and laying back down on the soft material.

Michael kicked off his boots and socks before lowering his trousers and underwear, his erection standing up.

Darcy held out her hand, beckoning him back to her and he stepped between her legs, dropping to his knees, his hard on bouncing.

‘Can I touch it?’

Michael nodded and she sat up, her eyes fixed on his hard shaft, frowning as a silver bead  appeared at the tip. ‘What’s that?’ she asked.

Michael shook his head. ‘I don’t know,’ he replied. ‘I think it helps lubricate when you - you know, have sex.’

Darcy nodded. ‘Does it hurt?’

Again, he shook his head and she  looked up at him. Then she reached out, her fingertips touching the side of his shaft, pulling her hand away as his penis jumped at her touch. She looked up at him and giggled. ‘I wasn’t expecting it to do that,’ she said. ‘May I try again.’

‘Yes, you can. That was nice.’

‘I’ve never seen a penis before,’ Darcy said, trailing her fingers down the side and along to top, wrapping her small hand around it. ‘Is this how you pleasure yourself?’ she asked, looking up at him.

‘I stroke it faster than that,’ Michael said. ‘And sometimes I pull back that skin at the end, but the tip is very sensitive.’

‘Like this?’ she asked, gently pulling back his foreskin, revealing the shiny tip, swollen and slick. Michael let out a low groan at the sensation. She giggled nervously, another clear bead forming at small opening and she touched it, allowing it to form a delicate string between him and her finger before spreading it over his shiny tip. Michael’s body twitched, and she looked up at him. ‘Did that feel nice?’

He nodded.

Watching his face, she gently spread the clear liquid all over the tip and down the shaft. ‘It’s like when I’m turned on,’ she said, feeling her own arousal growing. ‘I get wet too. It makes it easier for me to put my finger inside myself.’

‘Will you do that now?’ Michael asked.

‘You want to watch me touch myself?’ she asked.

He nodded and she looked up at him, uncertain, but she could feel how wet she was and she moved back, raising her knees and leaning back on one elbow, her other hand slipping down between her thighs. She watched Michael’s face as she slid her hand over her vagina, letting her middle finger slide inside, letting out a gentle moan. Kneeling between her pretty feet Michael watched, his hand holding his erection, stroking slowly.

‘Can I touch you there?’ he asked.

Darcy paused and then nodded. ‘Just be gentle,’ she said. She watched as he reached between her thighs. Removing her finger from her tight cleft she held his wrist, guiding his hand towards her. He watched intently as he touched her lips, marveling at how soft they were. ‘You feel so soft,’ he said. Darcy could see a string of pre-cum dripping from his erection onto her dress but she no longer cared, deciding she would worry about the state of her dress later.

‘Slide your finger inside,’ she whispered. ‘But be gentle or you’ll hurt me.’

‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ Michael replied quietly, looking up at her face. Returning  his gaze to her vagina he carefully slipped his middle finger between her lips, amazed at how warm and wet she was. Darcy let out a moan, letting go of his wrist and leaning back.

‘Does that feel nice?’ he asked.

With her eyes closed, she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.  ‘Lie next to me,’ she whispered, laying back onto her dress, her head pressing onto the earth. Michael removed his finger and lay beside her, looking at her face. She opened her eyes. ‘Put your finger back inside.’

Reaching back down, he gently slid his finger between her lips, watching Darcy’s face, her mouth opening as her head pressed into the leaves and twigs that covered the ground. He leaned forward, gently kissing her lips before trailing kisses down her cheek, to her neck and back to her breasts, taking her nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking. Darcy gasped, pressing her hips against his hand.

‘Can you touch my clitoris?’ she asked.

Michael paused. ‘I don’t know how.’

Darcy opened her eyes and smiled, reaching for his hand. She moved his thumb. ‘Touch here,’ she said. ‘But be gentle, it’s very sensitive. Make small circles.’

Michael looked down, watching his hand. ‘Like this?’

Darcy moaned louder. ‘Yes, just like that. And could you kiss my nipples again, please.’

He lowered his head, taking her nipple again, listening to her moans and pants. His left arm snaking behind her neck, he reached for her other nipple, stroking and pulling gently.

With both nipples and her clitoris being stimulated, along with Michael’s finger moving inside her Darcy called out.

‘Michael, please don’t stop,’ she moaned. Despite her recent orgasm, she could feel another building and she moaned louder, her stomach sucking down, thighs trembling and as her climax burst through her, she cried out, loud moans and pants filling the spring air.

Darcy clamped her legs together, her hand grasping Michael’s as her clitoris became too sensitive, her other hand moving him from her nipples. He looked at her, concern on his face.

‘It’s alright,’ she said between pants. ‘It’s just that my nipples and clitoris become very sensitive after I have an orgasm.’

‘Did you have an orgasm?’ Michael asked, surprised.

She smiled up at him. ‘Yes, you gave me an orgasm.’

He blinked quickly, smiling back at her. ‘Was it good?’

‘It was wonderful. Thank you.’

Michael smiled, surprised when she pulled him down to kiss her again.

‘I’d like to see you have an orgasm,’ she whispered.

‘Do you mean you want me to...’ He looked self conscious. Darcy giggle.

‘I would like to watch you do that,’ she said. ‘But I would like to do it for you.’

‘So you want us to...’ Again, he looked nervous.

‘No,’ she whispered. ‘We can’t have sex. I might get pregnant.’ She paused, looking down at his erection beside her thigh. ‘Although,’ she paused again. ‘Perhaps you could just put it inside me for a moment.’ She looked up at him, her face serious. ‘But under no circumstances are you to orgasm inside me.’

Michael nodded, his heart pounding in his ears.

‘Well,’ she said, smiling. ‘Are you going to--' She gestured towards his hard on.

He got up onto his knees, his erection swaying as he moved. Darcy lifted her knees, her feet flat to the floor and she opened her legs wider as he moved between them, leaning forward to rest on his hands. The muscles in his chest tensed and she trailed her fingers over them, before reaching down, holding his penis, pulling him gently towards her. Michael gasped as he felt the tip touch her lips. Darcy looked up at him, trying to gauge how close he was to cumming. ‘Are you okay?’ she asked.

He nodded, looking down at her.

‘If you’re going to cum make sure you pull out,’ she said. He nodded again and moved closer, watching as she eased him between her lips.

‘Just push a little,’ she said. ‘But be gentle with me. You’re much bigger than my finger.’

Michael moved slowly, pushing into her, the sensation around his penis more intense than he had ever felt before.

‘Slowly,’ Darcy whispered, reaching down to his bottom, pulling him gently. She could feel herself opening around him and she gasped as he slipped deeper inside her. ‘Just push gently,’ she whispered, calling out as he filled her. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she tilted her hips, moaning next to his ear as he lay down on her. Michael thrust gently, letting out a groan.

‘Please don’t cum inside me,’ Darcy said, despite wrapping her legs around him.

‘I won’t,’ he replied, raising up onto his hands to look at her. Darcy watched him, mesmerized at the look of intensity on his face.

‘Does that feel nice?’ she asked.

‘It feels wonderful,’ he replied. ‘Does it feel nice for you?’

‘It does,’ she said. ‘It feels a little strange, but good strange. I like it.’

Michael could feel his climax starting. ‘Darcy, I’m going to have to pull out.’

‘Alright,’ she replied. ‘Let me finish it with my hand. Lay next to me again.’

He carefully pulled out, his erection slick with Darcy’s wetness, laying next to her on the earth, eagerly kissing her. Darcy reached down, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft, her soft hand sliding easily along the full length of him. She looked up at him. ‘Faster?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ he replied, reaching to touch her nipples. They were still sensitive and it sent a shiver through her body, she whimpered and sped up her movements. Remembering what he had said about the tip being sensitive, she concentrated her movements there, eliciting a loud gasp from Michael. She rested her head on his shoulder, looking down over his stomach, wanting to see the moment he climaxed.

Holding her close Michael watched as Darcy stroked him, his eyes flicking between her pert breasts and her hand playing the length of his erection. He could feel his orgasm approaching and he groaned. Darcy moved closer, draping her leg across his, leaving her wetness on his thigh. She looked up as he groaned. ‘Is it going to happen?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ Michael sighed.

Darcy looked back down, jumping as he ejaculated, his cum spraying up onto her neck and breasts and onto his chest. Michael called out and she let out a yelp as she felt the warm liquid hit her skin.

‘Don’t stop,’ he gasped and she giggled, jerking her hand again, watching as the last of his cum landed on his heaving stomach and her hand.

‘Please stop,’ Michael said as the sensation became too much for him. Darcy stopped stroking, looking at the cum on her arm and breasts.

Michael lay on his back, his breathing still deep. He looked at Darcy. ‘Oh my goodness,’ he said, shocked. ‘It’s all over you. Darcy, I’m so sorry.’

She giggled. ‘It’s alright,’ she replied. ‘I don’t mind.’

‘No, it’s not right,’ he said, reaching for his shirt, trying to wipe his cum off her.

‘Michael,’ Darcy said softly. ‘Don’t worry, it’s alright.’

‘Really?’ he asked.

‘Yes. I mean, I wasn’t expecting it to shoot out so much, but it’s fine.’

‘Let me clean it off you,’ he said.

‘Michael,’ she said, putting her hand on his arm. ‘Stop worrying. I just want to lie here. Do you have to leave?’ she asked. ‘Or can you stay awhile?’

‘I have all day,’ he replied, pulling her close to him. Darcy curled into him, listening to the birds in the trees and the breeze rustling the leaves.