This is a completely true story about a girl I used to date a few years ago.
Those of you who have read my previous stories on here about ‘Paula,’ not the half-Ukrainian girl, but the girl I dated some years later, will be familiar with her, shall we say wilder side.
Paula, was about thirty-five, at this time. We had been together for a year and were very happy.
She was 5’4” tall and always very slim and slight, with the most incredible tight body and small, but perfect tits.
She had beautiful hair as well, long layered blonde, with highlights, over a darker under-layer, which looked so sexy with her tiny build.
Paula was a highly sexed girl, and often loved to dress sexily when we went out together, she also loved doing dares and once confessed to me she found dares highly addictive and a major turn-on.
She loved wearing short skirts with high heels and tight little shift dresses if we went anywhere decent. With great legs and a small tight bum, she drew admiring looks from men often which always gave me a thrill.
On the night I am about to tell you about we had been to a club and had been dancing and enjoying ourselves until the small hours when eventually it became time to leave the club.
Paula had dressed to kill this night and was wearing a gorgeous little blue-pattered short-tiered dress. It had thin shoulder straps, and a sexy layered-hem, that was slightly see-through.
The dress was such that she couldn’t wear a bra underneath, and as we were both in a naughty mood, she had accepted my dare of not wearing any knickers under it either.
She completed this look with a gorgeous pair of glossy stockings with a white suspender belt and black high-heeled sandals with ankle straps.
Her makeup was done to her usual sexy standards, and she looked fabulously sexy. In the club, I noticed several guys throughout the evening giving her the eye on the dance floor as the dress was ludicrously short and so sexy.
As I had driven us there in our car that night it was Paula who was enjoying letting her hair down, and she was knocking back the Gin and Tonic, so by the time we left the club she was pleasantly tipsy, and I had to hold her in my arm as we made our way back to our car.
Her sexy heels clicked loudly in the warm Summer night air.
We reached our car and I began driving back towards where we lived when suddenly she told me she didn’t want to go home yet and asked if I was up for some outdoor fun.
I never said no when she was in these moods, and inwardly smiled to myself wondering where she wanted us to go.
‘Let's go down the end of Coppermill Lane,’ she said.
Coppermill Lane is a long dimly lit road with no houses on or nearby, it leads to an old historic Copper Mill in that part of East London, and is next to the main reservoir and pumping station for the area's water supply.
We had used it before in our courting days before we lived together for some fun together away from interferences.
We made our way towards the lane, the car windows down as it was a hot and humid night. I remember vividly, the car stereo was playing Alexander O’Neal.
As we slowly drove towards the raised car park, we both looked eagerly in the hope that there were no other cars parked up where we planned to.
Luckily it was deserted so I stopped the car, turned off the headlights, then switched off the engine.
Turning to her, I could see she now had a wicked look on her face and she quickly opened the door and said.
‘Come on, babe, I want you to fuck me under the Willow tree.’
I smiled back at her and said, ‘You kinky, bitch, come on then.’
We walked together to the Willow tree we had used before, it was perfect for outdoor sex, as the foliage hung down almost touching the ground and you had to sort of part it like curtains to get inside and under the big tree.
Near the main trunk was an old log bench that perhaps someone had moved there years ago, either way, it was just the right height for Angela to lean over and rest on her hands, as I dropped to my knees and began kissing the backs of her thighs softly.
She parted her legs, and I could sense she was in urgent need of more so I quickly undid my trousers, dropped them to my ankles then lifted what little hem there was of her dress over her naked bum.
I then did Paula’s favourite thing and used my mouth and tongue to tease, lick and eat her delicious little pussy and bum, alternating between each as she stood there moaning ever more urgently.
I realised I had become rock hard without any help from her expert mouth or delicate hands, and she looked over her shoulder and reached back pulling me towards her.
We fucked hard and urgently and without build-up. I think with Paula’s mildly drunken state and my adoration for outdoor sex neither of us lasted long and we both climaxed soon after, more or less together.
She stood there, legs slightly parted as she gestured to me to watch my spunk leaking out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.
Once we had composed ourselves, we kissed and I held her passionately. She then said she still felt in a daring mood and told me to give her a dare to do there and then.
I loved it when she was like this and she knew I would not be able to resist or change her mind. Thinking for a moment I said.
‘How about you go for a bit of a walk down by the river.’
‘That’s not that daring,’ she replied.
‘Without the dress on,’ I added.
Now I am sure most girls of any age would have said, ‘No way,’ and if she was sober, Paula may well have said the same.
However, given the mood, she had been in all evening and the quantity of alcohol, she simply smiled at me, shook her pretty head from side to side then, reached around her back, unzipped the dress, then slipped the shoulder straps off her shoulder, where the dress then fluttered softly to the ground, and she handed it to me.
‘Come on then,’ she said. ‘I fancy a nice walk down by the river.’
Open-mouthed I followed her gorgeous little naked body, still in her high heels, stockings and suspenders, as she clicked her way along the remainder of the lane, under the two low railway bridges, and sexily walked out in front of me.
As we emerged from the last bridge her wonderful naked body was lit brightly under the Moonlight, her wonderful tight bum swayed as she walked along sexily in her high heels, totally confident in her nakedness.
I followed about thirty metres or so behind her, clutching the little chiffon dress in my left hand, and drank in the vision of exhibitionism right in front of me.
Eventually, she reached the banks of the river with scrubland on one side, and warehouses on the other. Paula stopped and looked back at me then held her arms wide.
‘Walk down to the footbridge then go across it,’ I said.
She smiled at me, then began walking towards the footbridge which was about fifty metres or more away from where I was standing.
