I surmise that once you’ve attended a few orgies without completely losing your head, you are white-listed for all future orgies.
This seems to have happened to me. I’m honestly stunned. I thought I’d ruined things pretty effectively within five minutes of entering my first orgy, when I offered to provide anal pleasure to a man (with my favorite red dildo) and found about a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me in horror.
Apparently not all orgy people are as open-minded as one might like to think!
Nevertheless, I recently scored another invitation to an orgy. An outdoor orgy, to be held near a body of water in the evening hours.
I am deeply thrilled. High summer, beautiful weather, picnic food, lounging on the shore, nakedness, and the possibility of outdoor sex!
By its strictest definition, I’ve never yet had the pleasure of outdoor sex. I’ve been very naughty outdoors and in a car (with the windows rolled down…does that count?), but I lust after some good hot sex on a blanket with nothing above me but my lover and the sky.
I hope to get it. IhopeIhopeIhope!
To whet my appetite, will you tell me your best / worst / silliest / hottest outdoor sex adventure in the comments below? If your story tickles me the most, and if you then give me your mailing address, I’ll send you this, which I just had a look at for Jane’s Guide.
The contest ends tonight at midnight, but it may take a few days before I get around to emailing the winner. You know why? ‘Cause I’m going to BlogHer!
Now get busy writing.
You definitely get my worst outdoor sex story, AAG:
About a decade ago – I was with my boyfriend of the moment, and we drove to our favourite beach with a walk and smoochies in mind.
After an amble up to the far length of the beach, we decided to head over the sand dunes to see what was on the other side. It was late afternoon, and we were pleased to see that we’d walked far enough that the beach now bordered a golf club, with just the dunes to part them.
The grass came quite far up the golf club side of the dunes, with toi-toi and sand grasses growing quite high. No one was around, and he got that glint in his eye … and then we were fucking, with just his wind-breaker between my arse and the gritty grass.
Everything was going quite well, if a little chilly in the pre-twilight air … and then the sprinklers came on!
Muffled shrieking, rearranging of clothes, and fleeing back over to the beach side ensued. It was not quite the ‘drenching’ I’d had in mind when we started :)
And to top it off? A groundskeeper spotted us, and bawled us out for being on the golf club grounds. I hate to think what he would have said if he’d spotted us five minutes earlier!
xx Dee
Oh baby, way to get things rolling!
Top THAT, internets!
My lover and I have been talking about an inaugural foray into outdoor sex for a while, but it was always too hot, or too cold, or too public, or too something. I can be a little Goldilocks at times.
When it finally happened it was totally unplanned. We were having a hellacious thunderstorm earlier this summer. I love thunderstorms, but they don’t usually make me horny. This time, though, after standing at the screen door watching the lightning flashes and the torrential downpour, I got inspired.
Without saying a word to him, I went into the bedroom and changed into a lightweight cotton nightie that I never wear. I walked back through the living room where he was watching TV, and opened the front door.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To get wet,” I replied. And went out into the front yard. (Did I mention we live out in country?) I was drenched to the skin in seconds. I heard the door open and close behind me, and then felt his hands on my shoulders.
The rain was cold, his hands were warm and his lips were hot. We got a little muddy before it was all over. Come to think of it, cleaning up in the shower afterwards was fun, too!
Good Wednesday evening AAG,
During the L.A. riots some years back, I had the hots for this one firefighter…
Jon was 6’5″, with thick black hair, a great smile, a marvelous full lipped mouth, and absolutely buffed and gorgeous.
The rigs were all in house, and they had to be ready, just in case. But for now, everyone had finished dinner and wandered away to clean up the dishes, talk on the phone, watch tv, etc.
We were in back of the fire station in the parking lot. He had me up against the side of my SUV, hard and hot and deep and slick and sweet and incredibly passionate.
The fear of getting caught added to our excitement. Discovery could have gotten him suspended or possibly fired if his Captain had walked out there.
Instead he just got all fired up, and took me for a second time, a quickie every bit as good as the first longer bout of play had been.
To this day, I wonder if the guys were watching us from the upstairs dorm windows…
Sincerely,
Loving Annie
It was a modest little hot tub, maybe eight feet in diameter, set beside our hotel next to the much larger swimming pool. We had just arrived at our hotel in Southern California, dumped our luggage in our room, dug through the bags to find our swimsuits and requested towels at the front desk. The time was about 4:30 p.m. And we were all alone as we opened the gate to the pool area.
I dipped my foot into the clear waters, shimmering in the sun’s afternoon heat. A bit warmer than body temperature. Just right! I descended the tile stairs, deeper, deeper until just my neck and shoulders were exposed to the air. It felt wonderful! I sat on the bench that encircled the tub and looked at my man. He turned the knob of the timer, and in seconds powerful jets of air began shooting through the water, their bubbles rising to the top in a continuous stream. He followed my path into the tub, and we found jets to massage our backs. Aaaaahhhhhh . . .
Through my sunglasses I looked up to see palm trees reaching into the calm blue sky. Cars rushed by on the highway, partly hidden by a line of shrubs. The bushes encircled the pool outside the fence, blocking the parking lot from casual view. And no one else came to use the facilities. Maybe the other guests were unpacking, or getting ready for dinner, or maybe still stuck in traffic. Hmmmm. If nobody comes by . . .
I glanced over my shoulder. The timer showed about ten minutes to go. Now! I slid over to my man, arms outstretched, and initiated a hot, tongue-tangling kiss. As we disengaged, I reached down and began rubbing his crotch. “You want to?†he asked, smiling. “Yeah!†I replied, my excitement growing with the size of his cock. He looked around to see if anyone was coming and, finding nothing, popped his erection out of the elastic of his black trunks.
I stood in front of him as he stroked his dong and, simultaneously, hooked a finger around my bikini bottom to pull it aside. Yes! His digits dove into my cunt, leaving me gasping in delight. But I needed more! I straddled his seated body, my feet on the floor of the tub, and lowered myself onto his lovely member.
The hot tub’s concrete bench provided rock-solid stability for both of us. When I sank down on his cock, it stayed put and drove straight and true into my body. I bounced up and down on him, his hands firmly grasping my ass, our lips meeting passionately again and again, the jets kicking cool spray into the air. The combined sensations of flowing water and thrusting cock were like nothing I had ever experienced in my own indoor whirlpool bath. When I came, rather than moaning or crying out my lover’s name as I often do, I grabbed his shoulders, dropped my head back and began laughing deliriously at the sun. It was that good!
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a man pulling his suitcase from a car parked outside the bushes. He didn’t notice us for a moment, but eventually our up-and-down motion drew a glance, which turned into a look, which turned into a stare. Yes, here were two fifty-year-olds, embracing in the hot tub, with me bobbing up and down, obviously doing the big nasty. Not wanting to interrupt our coitus, I looked straight at him and flashed a broad, sweet smile. He laughed, shook his head and pulled his suitcase toward the hotel. Move along, I thought, once again convulsing in laughter. Nothing to see here!
Soon afterward the timer clicked off and the hot tub returned to its quiet state of rest. I reluctantly rose from my position of pleasure, leaving my man one last kiss as I climbed out of the water and reached for my towel. He replaced his penis inside his pants and followed me out the gate, perhaps a bit disappointed at not reaching orgasm, but the thought of leaving a floating white blob or two for the next users seemed a little gross to me. He could have all the fun he wanted when we got upstairs. And he did!
We were both young and had trouble finding places to fuck. We drove to a hiking trail in a nearby woodland park and walked a short way up the trail. It was pretty dark under the trees, but not totally. We spread a blanket and proceeded. When we were done, she looked up, and about a foot from her head was a mouse, standing up, watching us. It just stood there watching for a little while more and then darted away.
So there I was, a 19 year old corporal and on my way to a tour in Korea. I had a brief thing with the 17 year old babysitter for a coworker of my Dad’s.
That beautiful sunny day I shamelessly used the “don’t know if I’ll come back” emotional leverage that many GI’s have shamelessly used just before they go over, and she went with me to a park overlooking the Potomac River, just outside of D.C. We wandered along the trail until we found a “trail closed for repairs sign”, and then we wandered further along the same trail. Finding a wide spot in the trail we stripped down and got going with some wonderful skyclad humping … which went well until about 20 minutes later we heard a park ranger harumphing just behind us.
Once clothes were rearranged he pointed across the river at an old building and told me that the people in the old folks home had binoculars.
The nice thing was that he listened to the same sad tale that I had told her, thought back to his own days as a corporal, and suggested that we simply move further back up into the trees, out of view of the old folks.
…
Alot of people want that freebie, eh?
Or else they are shameless exhibitionists!
Whichever!
Bring it on, folks. :)
This contest came one month too early. I’ve always wanted to have sex outdoors (watched Rob Roy WAY too many times as an adolescent), and my boyf and I are going on our first vacation together in August — to the Scotish highlands! I hope to be bringing some choice stories back with me, but alas, it will be too late for the contest. :)
I was another one of those young kids with no place to go for privacy, besides I love the way the warm sun feels on my naked body.
Would you do it on a boat?
I have too, not to gloat.
Would you do it in a pool?
Yes the thoughts still make me drool.
Would you do it on a dock?
No splinters and we beat the clock.
I do so love great sex outside.
I do, I do she says with pride.
(bonus points if you recognize the inspiration for above)
I won the last swag contest so I won’t enter this one. (I’m loving Naked on the Internet, by the way.)
But I do want to tell my story. Exhibitionism, all the way, baby!
I surprised husband with a weekend camping trip in October. He had no clue where we were going, I packed everything in the trunk when he was on the phone with his parents and ordered him not to look. Then I told him where to turn, ect. until we arrived at a state park. I then convinced him we would be sleeping in a tent in the horribly cold, windy October nights. He was aghast.
But then I had him pull up to this cute little cabin that I had rented for the weekend. We had a wonderful time. I’d brought all the necessary camping equipment and foods, all he had to do was start the fire.
Once the fire had died down to coals, he got that look in his eye. Who was I to deny him? Besides, the park was almost deserted since it was so late in the season and our campsite was not close to any other occupied campsites. We got busy outside, under the stars, next to the glowing coals.
At one point, he was sitting on the picnic table bench and I was kneeling between his knees. A group of children on bikes noisily rode past our campsite. We played it cool and slipped by without detection. Thanks goodness for trees and shrubs!
So many stories from which to choose…
The first…I was a sophomore in college and was hanging out with my dorm buddies when the front desk buzzed me. I walked into the front room and there was Steve, the first man I had ever slept with, graduated last year, come back to visit. I was thrilled beyond belief. We chatted for awhile, then decided to make a beer run. He asked if I would mind driving around a little, as our college was in the Indiana prairie, and was quite picturesque.
We toured the usual sights, catching up. The road ahead of us curved, but Steve drove straight…onto an unused farm path next to a cornfield. On the other side of the farm path was the prettiest little pond you’ll ever see. Wild flowers abounded, frogs chorused in harmony, cattails waved their furry fronds. With a kiss and smile, Steve reached into the back seat and grabbed a blanket and the beer.
Starting slowly, kissing me constantly, he unbuttoned my shirt, his hands almost reverent in their worship. My jeans were next. It wasn’t long before both of our bodies were glistening in waning sunlight.
Is there ever more glorious sex than with the person who first introduced you to it? Steve was voracious in his appetites, his tongue lapping over every part of me, his cock unwavering in its stand at attention. We frolicked away the evening, wind whispering sweet nothings across our bare backs. Sustained only by beer and lust, we rested at last, entwined on the blanket, gazing at the the incredible canopy of stars above us.
All good things must end, and the mosquitos finally drove us back to a state of dress and he returned me to the sanctuary of my dorm room.
I never saw him again.
I’m 48 years old now, still lusty as ever. But we never forget the first one, do we…
I’m going to enter with my worst outdoor sex story AKA no sex…
I was a freshman in college and had borrowed my fathers Jeep Wrangler for the week. I was hoping to take advantage of the Jeep and managed to talk a friend of mine into a drive in the woods even though it was finals week and she was a very serious student. It was a beautiful evening as we motored smoothly along one of the many un-improved roads that litter the woods around campus. The road was muddy and littered with huge puddles. As we drove through what seemed like a small lake the engine started lurching and sputtering. Luckily, I managed to drive out of the lake before the engine made one final kick and died. I tried for over an hour to re-start the engine but to no avail. Some of you may think this is the perfect opportunity, but I had not planned on killing the engine and any confidence I had died with the Jeep. We eventually walked silently to the nearest house and called my father for a ride back to town. How embarrassing.
I dont know if this really counts as outdoors but here goes:
late december in Missouri me and my girlfriend didnt really have anyplace to go to fuck either but she had a car and was from the area so off we went.
We stopped at a turnout on a back woods road and thought we had parked suficiently out of sight.
Well mid thrust with her knees over my shoulder in the backseat we get a knock at the rear drivers side window accompanied by the blinding light from the maglight from a state trooper.
Luckily he was sympathetic especcially to an enlisted army soldier and didnt ticket us or anything.
MammaLoves dr seuss…
well my story will not top these… and i do have a car story i modified slightly into a story called redwoods if anyone cares to read it. (just search for that word on my sidebar)
but i finally lost my honest to god all the way outside with no protection cherry about a month and a half ago. in fact it was the last weekend my lover and i were still lovers though i didn’t know it at the time.
we went to the island south of the waterfront to play some disc golf but carried blankets because we had intentions. he had a place in mind but i did too and mind showed up first… though he didn’t know i had intentions.
so there we are, in the middle of a disc (frisbee) golf course and we go into ‘the office’ which is a cluster of trees and bushes with a clearing inside and a couple of old picnic tables around. i’m wearing a dress which is very good planning on my part and we sit there and have a little smoke (mj not tobacco)
we sit, feet on the benches and asses on the table, side by side and smoke for a time… casual caresses happening without our really noticing.
so i reach over and grope him with my sauciest look
and he looks kinda surprised but gropes me right back
and i keep playing and we start necking and then i whip him out and drop my head and swallow his half risen cock, which rises gratifyingly quickly, and i keep going even when people are walking by and could see us and this, of course, drenches me and the hand he reaches into my dress to play with.
damm i’m getting horny just typing this!
every voice i hear makes me wetter and eventually i can’t take it anymore and i climb on top of him and put my feet flat on the picnic table just behind him. who knew but this is one of the best positions for fucking ever. so i basically bounce on him and we fuck like animals right there with groans and moans until he explodes into me and i come just from the sheer joy of it all…
and then we continue our round… me with him dripping down my legs… ahhh bliss [half an hour later i walk into a body of water to rescue a lost disc and get a nice wash and fully soak my skirt to cover the giant puddle i made on it :)]
Well, I am new to your blog and it seems strange that this would be the first thing I comment on, but, When in Rome…
I was 20, hiking up at Lake Tahoe, I was watching my then boyfriend just ahead of me. The way the light made the sweat (just enough to denote physical activity in the summer) sparkle was fascinating. I knew that he had never had sex outdoors and was trying to make the “right” impression on this man. So I decided to trick him. I went a little girly for a minute ( not my usual style) and told him I needed him to find a place off the trail so I could pee. He pointed out a rock just off the path and I asked him to check for snakes, big innocent eyes and all. I followed him behind the rock, roughly 4 feet high, and when he turned back towards me I was kneeling in the towel I had quickly spread out.
He looked bewildered as I loosened the drawstring to his swim trunks and was actually surprised to find him already hard. I guess the visual and promise of my current position was all he needed. I proceeded to suck on him while working off my cover-up and bathing suit bottoms, we then heard people walking down the path and he dove down behind the rock to hide. Our position in hiding lent itself well to slipping him inside of me. we then rolled onto my back, concealed by the rock and lay very still waiting for the hikers we heard to pass.
After what seemed like forever it appeared the people we had heard had taken a different trail, unable to wait any longer we began moving in sync. Unfortunately the towel and the rough mountain ground did not lend itself well to this activity and he sensed my discomfort, probably due to my wincing every other thrust or so.
He leaned down and told me he wanted my butterfly ( a tattoo I have between my shoulder blades that he had often expressed interest in )
Obliging as I always am I quickly got to all fours facing the lake that was barely visible through the trees. He twisted his fingers into my hair at the very nape of my neck, pulled my head back, causing the inevitable arch in my back as he pounded into me.
As we were both righting ourselves a short time later and sharing the “that was so hot – I can’t believe we just did that ‘ kisses we noticed a couple, very fit and quite tan, a short way off smiling appreciatively before continuing down the trail. I believe they were the voices we had heard placing them there through the entire act.
Delicious as this experience was, it was unfortunately my only outdoor sex and my only voyeuristic sex to date.
I hope by being new to your comments I have not over stepped any implied boundaries by jumping straight into sex stories. I am new to the blogging society and am not aware of the appropriate etiquette.
See… here we learn that I’m a complete voyeur and LOVING these stories. If anyone needs someone to hold the camera, it’s me! I’ve not been able to really pull off the ‘outdoors’ experience, but maybe while on the cruise later this summer… hmmm..
Can I vote? :P
I have a post about this topic. There is nothing like doing it somewhere you shouldn’t.
I would cut and paste it here but i am thick with computers and it takes me too long to work out what to do.
Am ashamed at my crapiness.
n
*sigh* i have never had any fun outdoors…at least not yet.
This contest has brought back many fond memories for me…..
In the Florida surf much like the scene in From Here to Eternity
Too many times camping and hiking in the woods
and most recently
On the fly bridge of a boat (still wondering just how visible that one was)
ahh good times!
A few years ago my boyfriend and I went mountain biking on a trail high up Mount Diablo. We were both working up a serious sweat after a few miles, and at the bottom of a canyon we decided to take a rest. We had passed one or two other hikers along the way, but there was no one in sight. Something overtook my boyfriend and he led me uphill, into the brush, bent me over, and pulled out his very hard cock. There we were, fucking doggy style in our biking outfits. At least we took off our helmets first. Although no one ended up wandering by to stop us, I can’t help but wonder if they had, we probably would have ignored them and kept on fucking in the beautiful rocky canyon.
Dang.
I’m gonna stop writing and let you guys take over.
Color me impressed!
Keep it up!
When I was about 15 I had a very sweet boyfriend whom I was crazy about, an no place to have sex.
Enter the Silly Small Town Ethnically Themed Festival. This was a yearly event held in big park. You could eat funnel cake, then throw up on rides, pet animals belonging to the high schools 4H Club or buy lots a crap that you’d have lost or broken by next years carnival.
This event was the highlight of the summer for the can’t-yet-drive set, myself included. The final evening of the event the year I was 15 my boyfriend and I snuck out of the festival proper and into one of the empty, dark soccer field buzzing with fireflies.
We had spread out his flannel shirt (this was the mid 90′s after all) on the ground and had just gotten our pants off when I felt a tongue on my pussy. Startlingly, he had felt the same tongue and we turned to stare into the face a friendly German Shepard. Fearful of the owner we dressed as quickly as we could and ran off, laughing manically.
All I got was chigger bites on my girly bits, and this great story.
Dear AAG –
It’s a corny story but true –
My husband proposed to me in a hot tub at the outdoor pool of a hotel while we were on vacation several years ago.
My “yes” turned into many, many “yes”s as our little post-proposal make out session turned into me riding him into several orgasms…
It was quite the lovely start…
It’d been about a year and a half since I’d had last had sex, an unfortunate side effect of the dissolution of my relationship. Unsurprisingly I was dying for it and had a scheme that I hoped would get me laid.
A coworker friend of mine had also recently split from his girlfriend and I invited him out to drinks so we could “get to know each other better”. It was a great night with bourbon and conversation flowing freely. Halfway through I proposed my plan: since we had both recently broken up w/ our partners and we seemed to have a mutual attraction, why don’t we fuck? Not being as liberal as me he dismissed the idea at first. But I kept pressing and by the end of the night I thought he might have come around.
2:00 a.m. and it was time to go. He chivalrously walked me back to my car, which I’d parked in the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) parking lot. Once there we weren’t quite ready to say goodbye. We started kissing passionately, both of us desperate for each other. A commuter passed by on the way to their car, surely curious about the couple so entwined. I felt my friend’s massive cock through his clothes and decided I liked the way this was going. He lifted me up on the trunk of my convertible as we progressed and… my car alarm went off. Aaah! I fumbled in my pockets for the fob so I could turn the damn thing off and finally succeeded. Hoping that we hadn’t drawn too much attention to ourselves we continued fondling each other madly. Eventually we couldn’t stand it anymore and had to fuck. We tore off the requisite bits of clothing and he entered me. Sweet Jesus!! It felt like I’d died and gone to Heaven. Not surprisingly we didn’t last that long and before we knew it we were spent, draped over each other on my car.
As we reassembled ourselves and glanced around to see if anyone had been watching I discovered we’d broken the zipper to my pants getting them off (always wear a skirt ladies, for easy access!). The whole experience was fairly surreal, it was like we’d woken up from a fevered dream and asking “What did we just do?” Definitely a fun sex outside experience, even if it was sex under sodium overhead lighting with ambient freeway noise rather than sex under the stars with the crickets. :) That awkward impassioned first night has led to many more nights (and days) of my enjoying his awesome cock (now nicknamed “Jupiter” :).
Have fun aag, with your outdoor orgy! I’m quite jealous.
I’m not sure if I’ve missed the midnight, what with time zones and all that. We’ve a couple of good posts on the subject.
If you’re inclined, you can go to our blog, click the Outdoor Sex category. You can take your pick between 23/2/2007 and 3/4/2007.
Cheers
P and P
ps, thanks to all the others for their stories, too… very cool :)
I was 19 or 20, visiting my college boyfriend at his mom’s condo which was on a golf course. Being horny college kids, we needed someplace for some alone time. He’d been watching the sprinkling schedule so we could be sure to miss the sprinklers coming on.
We went out about 10:00 p.m. The sprinklers had finished and we put down a blanket. We were on the fairway, in view of the green and near the rough and some bushes.
The sex was fine, but the water soaked through the blanket and made it kind of cold. The bad part, however, were the bugs. All kinds of bugs, everyfreakinwhere! I got bug bites on all kinds of places you really, REALLY don’t want bug bites! For the next couple days we must have looked like we had the worst cases of crabs in the history of the universe. Twisting and writhing, trying to scratch the itches, and finally plunging hands down the fronts and backs of our shorts to try to relieve the itching!! It was awful. Put a real damper on any further sexual activity that trip as well. Next time – bug repellent!!
I lost my virginity outdoors at the age of 16 at the Jersey shore and perhaps that’s why I’ve always loved outdoor adventures. My wife and I have made love outdoors all over the world. In the rain forest in Puerto Rico. On several beaches and the waters of St. Croix. On the bank of a lake in upstate New York. On a nice warm flat rock in the British Virgin Islands after skinny dipping from where our sailboat full of friends was anchored. But perhaps the most memorable was under a waterfall next to a road in Costa Rica. We were visiting Costa Rica with some friends, including my then boss, but my wife and I were breaking away from the pack because we had to return to the capitol, San Jose, and fly home. Shortly after we left our friends, we found a stream near the road. It was hot so we decided to wade into the stream. Although neither of us had mentioned it to the other, we were both scouting for a good place to screw. A short distance up the stream we came across the waterfall. I glanced at my wife; she glanced at the bulge in my shorts, and no further communication was needed. We both shucked our clothes and dashed for the waterfall. After playing in the waterfall and with each other for a while, I positioned my wife against the rock wall behind the waterfall and entered her from behind. We were positioned so that the water was rushing down her back, down her crack, and on top of my cock. What a rush! (I’m rock hard just writing this.) After we were both satisfied, we sat behind the curtain of water and snuggled until my wife decided to blow me while the curtain once again cascaded down her crack.
When my boss returned from Costa Rica about a week later, he talked about this great stream that they had found and gone swimming in about three hours after we had left them. I showed him a photo we had taken and sure enough, it was the same stream. I figure we missed getting caught by about 15 minutes.
I’d tell you about the choir loft in the church in Costa Rica but I’ll save that for a contest about unusual indoor places.
One for Chaucer’s bitch, driving along Loch Tay (http://www.incallander.co.uk/lochtay.htm) with my then g/f; having spent some quality time at Loch Lomond and Glencoe. We pulled up at some woods at the side of Loch Tay, and went for a stroll to take in the incredible scenery. Needless to say passions ignited as we started to cuddle at the water’s edge. R leant forward holding onto a tree, her trousers slipped down her legs and she stepped out of one side. We proceeded to passionately make love, with me also enjoying the access to her fantastic pert breasts. As things started to reach a crescendo, a fishing boat motored past-with the 2 occupants giving us great encouragement as we peaked.
More recently, I was returning to the Lothians from Berwick-upon-Tweed with my then fb (originally from Florida-by the way, she’s my first American lover-are you all as incredible as lovers!). She was making it quite clear that she was feeling verrry horny as I was driving. As my teen son would be at my house, I had to make a detour for some alfresco loving. As we got near to the appropriately named Cockburnspath (pronounced with the ck silent) end of the Southern Upland Way (http://www.southernuplandway.com/) I pulled off the A1 and parked. We walked a little way up the track and made our way through some trees to get away from the track. C removed one leg of her trousers and bent over holding onto a tree. With C being such a loud passionate lover I clasped one hand over her mouth, with my other hand fondling inside her blouse. We both came in unison, we me only suffering minor bite marks to my fingers and hand.
I have many more stories, the joy of living in Scotland with a 3rd of the UK land mass-and only a fraction of the population! So Chaucer’s bitch, you’ve got one hell of a holiday to look forward to-so long as you can avoid the damned midges: http://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/usfeatures/midges/
Living in the UK, very often being outdoors means being in bad weather…
After a whole week of rain and an overwhelming feeling of cabin fever, me and my then boyfriend decided to go out for a walk in the local park. As it was raing so hard, we were the only ones there and as we walked along we started to talk about our sexual fantasies…it became very clear how turned on we were both getting and when we came accross a park bench he sat down while I unzipped his flies and took his rock-hard cock in my mouth. The combination of freezing cold rain and my warm mouth and tongue brought him to the brink of orgasm really quickly and he made me stop. Then he stripped off my wet sweatshirt and licked my erect nipples as he pulled off my jeans. Any concerns of being naked in a public park, in the freezing rain didn’t even enter my head as I slid onto him. The orgasm he brought me to almost instantly felt like nothing I’ve experienced before or since and was so intense it brought his on and he exploded inside me.
Since then, the feeling of rain on my skin alwys makes me smile!
The contest is closed.
Peter Throckmorton, I choose you. I can just picture you trying to talk your way both INTO trouble with your friend and OUT OF trouble with the park ranger…with the same sad tale.
Nice work, my friend.
Shall I deliver your swag in person?
:)
You will be very welcome to deliver the swag in person. Let me know when I should change the linen.
Thanks!
With the weather being so good I thought i’d do an outdoor meet :P so I decided to meet Chris in the park!
We met on a park bench, when he arrived he I was surprised to see he was a lot taller than he looked! He towered over me so I was hoping he had the package to match!
We chatted for a bit and I warmed him up, rubbing up and down his thigh and giving his cock a good rub, it felt quite big and was even more impressed by his balls, they felt huge :D one thing I love is a heavy cummer so I was looking forward to this!
He started getting very hard and I was getting a bit moist at the thought of all his spunk so we walked off to find somewhere quiet. He had brought a picnic so we found a nice quiet spot and laid it all down to set the scene.
I had worn a short skit with no knickers for easy access, and he took the hint and slid his hand up my leg. He was a bit gentle with his fingering for my liking but it still got me going, he used 2 fingers inside my pussy and was also giving my clit a good rubbing. He didnt make me cum but he made me very wet, and he licked his finger afterwards, which I found hot!
Someone had noticed us being raunchy so I decided to speed things up. He had said he wasn’t a fan of blowjobs which was a shame because I wanted to see how much he could come down my throat. I unzipped his pants and took out his hard cock, which was a bit wet at the end with some pre-cum. I hitched my skirt up a bit and mounted him, I started by sliding my pussy all over his cock getting him to beg me for it! I slid down hard on his cock (which wasn’t a bad length) I started riding fast, perhaps a bad decision as he came instantly! I didn’t mind too much, I loved feeling his cum inside me, which was a lot! It covered my legs and skirt in cum. He apologised, which was sweet and said it was because of how tight I was! He said he would return the favour so I laid down and he started licking the cum off my pussy. He then started sucking and licking my clit hard, which really got me turned on and only took him five minutes to make me cum pretty hard. His mouth was covered in my cum so i kissed him tasting myself and his cum. It was very dirty and we had attracted quite a bit of attention so it was time to go!
We skulked off both with cheeky grins on our faces, it was very fun, definitely going to be doing some more outside, public meets!
Even though I only came once, I enjoyed it and will definitely remember that spot for future reference.
Chris had to go so I went home alone, with a very wet cum stained skirt and a satisfied pussy!