In the Woods

My love and I often found it hard to find privacy; when the kids were home, they could burst in unannounced, or if the door were locked, they certainly weren’t deaf and my sweet was very vocal during her frequent climaxes.  During school hours, our parents or other relatives, friends, and other people from church might stop by unanounced.

In order to work around those issues, and to greatly spice things up, sometimes we would meet in the woods across from the house. Her car would be in the garage, and I would park on the other side of the woods so as not tip off friends and neighbors by its presence in the driveway.

A quick call on my lunch hour—”I’m on my way.”—would give her just enough time to slip out of the house and walk briskly across the street, across the field, and down the path to our rendezvous.

I hung up and drove as fast as was safe, down the back streets to the back of the heavily wooded park where almost no one ventured.  With great anticipation, I parked and locked the car and headed down the path, across a small meadow, and up an obscure path, turning right at a certain gnarled tree.

Around a couple corners in the pathless spaces between trees, I saw her, waiting… eyes sparkling, wonderful smile directed to me.  She wore a light green pair of terry-cloth shorts—my favorite pair; you’ll soon see why—and a sleeveless cotton knit top. Slip-off sandals adorned her pretty feet.

Our arms softly enfolded each other as we kissed hungrily, tongues meeting, thrusting, dancing, as I slid my hands under her shirt and explored her back, tracing patterns of love along her bra strap. I unclasped it, freeing her small, perfect breasts to my touch as I brought my arms completely around her to caress the sides of her breasts from behind. She pressed her mound against my bulging shorts, and as she pressed her crotch to mine, rubbing me, she reached down to pull my track shorts down and pulled me out.

From behind or to the side, and observer could only see that we were kissing and perhaps our arm movements.  Only a very close observer could see that as she pressed into me, I moved my hands down and moved her terry shorts aside, allowing my very hard member to slide inside. As I slid her bikini panties to one side, she raised up slightly, and I lowered myself slightly and slid inside her.

Perfect!  We were the perfect complementary heights so we could stand and hug with me fully penetrating her.  She would caress me with her “inside hugs,” rippling her vaginal muscles to keep me constantly hard while we kissed and nibbled earlobes.  I traced my fingers down her perfect neck to her hard nipples, drawing circles around them, and between her breasts.  As our tongues danced, we delighted in each others’ love.

Occasionally, I would go on tiptoes a bit, so that the tip of my hard cock would rub her cervix; she loved that.  Sometimes, she would bend her knees slightly, while still gripping me tightly with her vaginal muscles, so that we could experience maximum friction.

Finally, after many long minutes of what was really foreplay, we could restrain no longer.  I pulled out and sat against a very large, smooth log—a downed tree with smooth bark.  She, facing me, again moved her shorts to one side and slid me into her, this time with enough freedom of movement to really stroke up and down, sometimes with her moving, sometimes with me stroking into her, and sometimes both together.  What ecstasy!  What joy!  What love!

At long last, I would spurt into her, over and over and over, in a final release, as she shuddered and nearly lost consciousness.

One time, just after our release, as she was still impaled (still not obvious due to our clothes being on,) a man walked by the clearing, saw us, and called out “Hi!”

We said, “Just a minute, we’re in a deep discussion.”

But he, none the wiser (being maybe 30 feet away with brush obscuring his vision) said, “Never mind; didn’t mean to intrude,” and walked on.

That was such a turn-on!  I immediately got hard again, and she lowered herself on me and rode me to another climax – but quietly!