Whispers

When my wife and I were much younger, we liked to go outdoors as much as we could, walking, hiking, camping, gardening, horse-riding. And we were lucky enough to live in a great, unspoilt area.

Once we took a drive into the hills, and stopped in the car park in a wooded valley. Leaving the open space, we were quickly surounded by thick woodland, with dappled shade all around us. My wife pulled me close for a kiss, and i pulled her closer still. In those days dugarees were all the fashion, and I slipped my hand into the back of hers, and unclipped her bra. She wriggled out of it, and proudly showed it me, as she lifted her t-shirt to show me her fine firm breasts.

I don’t remember how we got there, but within seconds, it seemed, she was leaning against a tree trunk, as I took her from behind, her dungarees around her ankles, and my hands on her breasts and belly and hips.

Suddenly we heard another car arrive in the parking area, and although we were hidden, it seemed lke we’d be discovered then and there. I pushed hard into her, and she had to bite her hand as we bucked and squirmed to a sudden and powerful climax together. I came out of her mid-cum, and absolutely covered her backside and back with semen, as she gave in and shouted out. There was even some in her hair.

The other visitors passed by well away from us, but we laughed like kids as we ran to the car. It’s our fondest memory, and occasionally we take time to relive it.

This entry was posted on Saturday, September 26th, 2009 at 5:11 pm and is filed under Fantasies.