We are at home and the discussion drifts to our recent escapades in your office car park. They had both been very exciting, of course, but we wondered why they had that extra frisson. Perhaps it was harking back to earlier years when the car was one of the few private spaces we had available. We remembered how that had been; desperate to find somewhere to fuck without being interrupted!
Now, we have our own warm and comfortable space to act as we wish in complete privacy. That doesn't stop us from having sex outdoors, in the garden, or even in public parks sometimes. The environment in which we choose to have sex can certainly add excitement, we think, and stops us from getting stuck in a routine. “Variety is the spice of life,” we agree.
Following those thoughts, we decide that we should drive out to one of our old haunts, where we used to park in the woods. But this time we will have all mod cons with us.
It is a secluded spot to picnic, high up by the edge of a forest, looking down over a valley, and the weather was being kind to us. After we'd parked, and looked around, we decided to enjoy the sun for a while. It was hot and we set out a pair of sunbeds to lie on. As we were totally alone, you slipped into a bikini while I removed my shirt, but kept my shorts on and we dozed alongside each other for a while.
When I stirred and looked across, you had turned onto your belly and undone the straps of your bikini top, to enjoy the sun. I asked if you would like me to oil your back, and of course, you would. So I sat on the sunbed alongside you and poured a little oil into my palms, then started to massage your shoulders. “Mmmm, that's good,” you say, “Not just sun oil, but a massage too!”
I took the hint and continued, massaging more firmly from your shoulders, down your back, to the top of your panties. When I press my thumbs hard into your muscles and run them down the length of your back, you groan with pleasure as all the aches are relieved. But I am sitting rather twisted to one side, so I get up, then straddle your back, to sit on your ass and work on both your shoulders equally, leaning forward to add weight to the pressure.
After a short while, you reach one hand round behind you, and it finds my thigh. As I lean forward again, your hand slides up the leg of my shorts and fondles my balls. “Mmm, no undies, eh?” you say. I move back beyond your reach, sitting on the backs of your legs now, and grasp the waist of your panties. Standing up, I try to slide them off you and you do not resist- in fact, you lift your hips to allow me to pull your panties right down and off your legs, as I stand between your feet. Parting them, I use my well-oiled hands to begin massaging each of your legs from calf up to thigh, again pressing my thumbs firmly into your muscles. “God, that's good, Simon,” you say, “so relaxing, but energizing at the same time. How can that be?”
I stand alongside you now, and one hand massages down your back, while the other works up your legs, focusing all the energy towards your ass. I begin to focus my hands there too, and when your own hand strays up the leg of my shorts again, I give you a sharp slap. “Ow, that stung,” you say, “but I liked it!'
I massage your ass cheeks, and my oily fingers slip between them from time to time and down to the insides of your thighs, which you part invitingly for me. Your hand is now inside my shorts, and you can tell I am getting excited of course. I slap you again with one hand, while the other delves between your thighs, to find your moistening pussy. It is very easy to slip my oily fingers between your outer pussy lips and slide them forwards towards your clit. You make it easier by lifting your hips for me, and your hand starts to grip my growing cock more firmly. “Mmm, Simon, you are feeling ready for action!” you say. “I am,” I agree, “but we have all day here. No need to hurry this time.”
“No, but...” you say, and roll over onto your back, showing your beautiful breasts, and your neatly trimmed pussy, as you spread your legs for me “but I do need to be satisfied, now you've started this. How are you going to satisfy me, Simon?”
My hands slide from your raised knees down to your inner thighs and stop at your pussy, where each thumb prises your outer pussy lips open. It is not difficult, as they are swelling in front of me and I can easily see the pinkness inside you. I press forwards and lick each lip the full length in turn, before opening you fully and darting my tongue rapidly in and out of you. When I lick up the centre of your pussy and reach your clit, you react by clamping your thighs around my head and moaning loudly. Your clit is now very sensitive, but I need to have full access to it.
I return to the car, much to your surprise, but it doesn't take me long to be back between your legs.
“What are you doing?” you ask.”You'll soon see,” I say, and grasping each leg in turn, I tie them lightly to the end of the sunbed, spread wide in front of me. “O my God,” you say “you brought some ties with you?”
“If you don't like it, just tell me,” I say, “but I think you will.”
Then I go down on you again, my fingers probing inside your pussy, while I lick and nibble your pussy lips and suck on your clit, which has now emerged to full prominence in front of me. It responds to every touch and becomes a hard red bud, pointed to by quivering folds of pussy lips. I continue to probe rhythmically inside you, feeling all the internal textures and movements, as your excitement builds more and more. You are grunting and moving your hips now, and are clearly getting impatient to climax.
You sit up and say “Simon, I need you to get inside me... please! “
I stand alongside you and you undo my shorts, pulling them down and exposing my erect cock in front of your face. You grasp me and force my cock downwards, so that you can get your lips around me and an inch or two inside your mouth, sucking and pressing the head with your tongue.