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Outdoor Sex Stories

Share your tales of living dangerously outside of the bedroom. Thrill us with the arousing risk of getting caught in a compromising situation, and the unadulterated excitement of adventurous outdoor sex.

Whether your characters are huddled up under blankets in a tent, into dogging, or bent over backwards on the bonnet of a car, let your readers immerse themselves so they can almost feel the grass between their toes, the sun on their backs, the wind in their bush ...

Adventure In The Woods

Meeting up with an online date that ended with sex in the woods

This adventure happened on a late summer evening a few years back. I was using an online dating site at the time and started chatting with a lass who lived in Plymouth (approximately sixty-five miles away). She was brunette, maybe 5’3’’, nice bum, and at a guess about a B cup. She was very easy to get on with and we had a good chat over a couple of evenings, before starting to chat about meeting up to say hello. The follo...

Chapter 6: A Hike

On the first full day of our week of escape, T and I head out for a walk and a play. One rule - no coming on pain of forfeit.

After our naked and sticky breakfast in bed, T and I tidied up and shared a shower. There was no rush to things – time in a way has less meaning when you’re detached from schedules – and we diligently soaped and explored each other in the shower, cleaning each other’s spaces and crevices thoroughly while squeezing and enjoying the permission of full access. We’d jokingly agreed over coffee that today would be an edge day:...

The Vixen Of Cum Beach

It was hot at the beach that day... scorching, in fact!

Richard walked up behind me, touching my hair before sliding his hand down my back, his fingers leaving tracks in the thin sheen of coconut oil on my skin, until he slid them down my ass crack and squeezed my cheek. “What are you doing, babe?” “I was watching those guys on the jet skis. That looks like fun, huh, naked jet skiing?” “They’re wearing their flotation vests.” “Yeah, they have to, but the good stuff isn’t cover...

Just A Walk

Their age difference demands intimacy is out of the public eye

It was a warm early summer day. Meeting online, despite their significant difference in years, they just clicked. He was sixty-seven and she was just twenty-three, so public shows of affection were frowned upon, unless it looked like mere grandfather and granddaughter affection. Walking along the cliff path, they had stopped at a small mom-and-pop café overlooking the beach. It was too good an opportunity to miss and take...

Sam (#7): Return To Peninsula Park (2/2)

Part 2 of their action at Peninsula Park

RECAP: We were at Peninsula Park, having just had our third threesome of the day against a semi-submerged rock. We swam into the cove and continued until our hands hit the soft sand, then we pulled up and walked to the beach. Our clothes were clinging, showing their full busts, which I playfully groped and so my growing cock also showed, which they playfully fondled as we walked up. As we stood, getting our blood pressure...

Camping - Part 1 - The Clearing

A romantic night under the stars.

The Mitsubishi Outlander crawled to a slow halt in the Gumtree Forest, in sight of a natural clearing large enough to make camp before the rapidly approaching night enveloped the land in its inky darkness. The couple had bickered about trivial matters on their long journey, as couples do, long before the car decided to give up the ghost in a spectacular cloud of steam issuing from under the hood and through the grille. “T...

Jack And Cynthia - Chapter 2 - Changes

Cynthia starts to enjoy the "benefits" of her new role

The next morning, I got up before Cynthia. Perfect. I snuck into the hall bathroom and freshened up. I’ll shave later. I pressed the button on the coffee maker and got out a box of breakfast cookies we usually have on Sunday. So what, today is Saturday and a new life. I went into the bedroom to surprise Cynthia. She was sitting up in bed with the cover over her head. Okay, I’m – wait a minute. She hasn’t had time to do he...

Chapter 2: T Lands

My partner in crime - or is it disaster - arrives.

I’d been at the cabin for a few hours and the tension was building. T was due around now, and it felt like the first minute would tell us a lot: whether this was a terrible mistake or at the very least a week of freedom, fun, and possibly sexual expansion. I was tempted to have a beer to calm my nerves but it felt rude to have a head start, and if I got carried away, T arriving to me slurring or snoring would not have bee...

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Walk Of Shame

Stella tangles with a cheating husband, a barista, some fisherman, their sister and a policeman.

She devoured his cock, it was the fifth cock to enter her, one way or another in the last twenty-four hours. It wasn’t what she expected when she went out last night. The evening before was a warm night in the Valley Lounge. Justin was on his way home but couldn’t resist stopping for a quick cold beer. He sat down and quickly noticed across the bar, the beautiful brunette in a white mini skirt and strapless corset crop to...

A Beautiful Hawaiin Night

I discover good old fashioned romance on a Hawaiin beach.

Michael sent me a text. The fishing boat had engine trouble and he wouldn't be back for the start of the luau. He said I should go on ahead and he would meet me there. I was hesitant to go alone but I was really looking forward to it and I was also very hungry. So I showered, got dressed and headed for the luau. It was very crowded when I arrived. I looked around for a place to sit. An older couple noticed me and motioned...

Caught In The Park

A quick story about a quickie at the local park for two horny eighteen year olds.

We just wanted a place to be alone. It was a Saturday night in the middle of summer. The weather was nice, so we just drove around. We talked about a hotel room, but that would cost money. I knew of a few parking lots that offered some privacy, but for one reason or another none of those would work that night. We ended up at the local park. There were other cars in the parking lot, so we took the blanket in my car and wen...

The Hire Car

A trip in a luxury sports car brings out the exhibitionism

As he closed the door and turned around, he paused as he saw her black dress tighten over her toned arse, and he understood completely why she felt confident wearing it. The dress itself was stunning but with the thin, stiletto heels she wore with it, no man would have been able to resist her. His eyes crept over her taut calves, rising upwards over her shapely thighs to where her silky dress hung. From there he had to us...

We haven’t been back together for long and we’re both afraid that this honeymoon period won’t last. The sex only gets better, so it’s not that—but we both fear that something is going to come along and wreck everything. Like my ex will find out I’ve already moved on, or the kids will never accept James. My parents might not accept him either. My friends certainly will have trouble since they remember how hurt I was when w...

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A Walk On The Wild Side

Two ramblers find themselves alone on the Moor.

It's always the way, when you start a local club or society. In my case, it arose from a desire to get more exercise without going to a gym or buying a silly treadmill. If you've got Dartmoor on your doorstep why not go out and explore it? I shared the idea with my neighbours, and even stuck up a notice in the Post Office about it. There was great interest from lots of people to begin with and we all had some fabulous wal...

Chapter 1: The Arrival

Escaping off grid, to let go, explore, and find...whom, and what exactly?

It was a glorious day: the sun was beating down, and I’d been driving for a few hours, lost in the music but also in my thoughts about the potential outcomes and happenings of the week ahead. I followed the satnav, off the motorway, then along a main road for a few miles, then two smaller roads, and into a lane with high hedges. I almost missed the nondescript gate, notable only for the single yellow fence post, as descri...