A couple of days away in the country was just what we needed. Woods, streams, hills, quaint villages, old fashioned pubs and a nice boutique b&b. A bit of walking and cycling, and lots and lots of intimate, rampant sex. It started in the car on the way down, probably because we were so giddy about being away from it all. A bit of dirty talk and I was fondling you in the fast lane of the motorway. It was obviously turning you on, too, and making me harder all the time. I had my hand down your top and was squeezing your nipples, the way you love it so much. You were driving, but I carried on anyway!!
You were so horny, but we couldn't stop, so when you reached over and started stroking my groin I just let you get on with it. I did more than that, I unbuttoned myself and joined in! You don't shock easily, but I think what I did that day definitely gave you a bit of a surprise! But more to the point, it turned you on just like I knew it would.
That afternoon we went for a walk and I just couldn't leave you alone. You were wearing a tight top that was really showing off your contours. All of a sudden we were by the river and there was no one else around. Could we? Dare we?
It got to the point where we just couldn't stop. The urge took over, the craving of addicts. Up the embankment we scrambled and found a flat surface. A mere few feet from the path but in another world. After all, who walks round the countryside looking directly above?
I wriggled out of my trousers and you yours. Not long, lingering sex, this was going to be a furious, urgent fuck. You were wet and I entered you straight away. I could tell you were excited, so I slid in and out of you, amid the excitement that we could be caught at any time. It didn't take you long to come, and soon for the second time that day I was exploding with ecstasy. We held each other, laughing, before wandering across the hills back to the village.
Pink wine in the evening sunshine paved the way for what was to come...
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