I enjoy my country walks, relieved and happy to be away from the city for the first time in too long. I’ve forgotten how relaxing it is to get away from the mania of city life.
It would not be as easy to find a secluded spot where I can seduce you outside surrounded by greenery if we were back home. This however is perfect. My privacy shielded by this giant oak tree with a seat for one moulded by nature itself, in the heart of the trunk.
I’m wearing a long warm winter dress and coat. ‘Come closer I’m cold. In fact sit down, I’ll sit on your lap and you can wrap me in your big coat.’
I feel your hardness growing as I whisper my intentions in your ear for the afternoon and slowly roll my hips against you.I hear your breathing change with each word uttered. Sometimes words alone are enough for me to remind you of your place. I enjoy the psychological aspects of this dynamic just as much as the physical.
Your hot breath against my neck warms me. ‘Keep that coat wrapped around me’.
‘But how will I touch you Miss?’
‘That is a dilemma for you isn’t it? You don’t want to displease me by exposing me to the cold do you?’
‘Of course not Miss.Your joy brings mine’ You reply with a smile.
‘So keep me warm and we’ll both be happy’
The slightest movement from you could end this encounter and you know it from previous experience. Better to do as you’re told and enjoy that I have chosen you to share this moment with.
You feel my right hand against the inside of your left thigh. It moves towards the source of your heat. ‘Funny how that area always seems to be warm even in cold temperatures.’ I say as I raise my skirt and adjust my position on your lap.
‘Please Miss, it’s been over a week since I’ve seen you and longer since I’ve had any release. I don’t know if this is a treat or torture’.
‘You’re not going to literally blow it here are you?’ I can’t help but laugh at my own joke and you smile despite yourself.
We have a whole weekend and you know I’ll be disappointed in you if you don’t push yourself. The reward will be worth the restraint.
‘No, I want you, so I’ll be good’.
‘There’s my faithful little bitch. Tell me what you are to me’
‘I’m your bitch, your fuck toy, your plaything’.
‘Yes you are my darling and what a lovely toy you are’. With that I unzip your flies and take out your length.
‘My, you are quite the big boy today aren’t you.’
I lick my fingers and and circle the tip. It doesn’t take long for you to start leaking and twitching at my touch. Your hips start to rock in time with mine.
‘Please can we go back to our room Miss. I want to taste you’
‘How sweet of you to offer. You are making my thighs wet with your sticky mess. I want to play some more first. You can take it can’t you.’
I make it more of a statement than a question. I turn to face you and your eyes tell me you are fighting against instinct. You are doing so well I push you further with a few strokes from the base to the tip rubbing yours juices against the tip before stroking again, each one more intense than the last.
Your grip on the coat is loosening as you struggle with the urge to cum. Then I stop and stand up. My skirt lowering as I do.
‘Tidy yourself up and let’s finish our walk’
I can see the disappointment in your face. You’ll get over it. I know you.
‘Be sure to remember this spot, we must come back again another day’
‘I don’t think I’ll forget it’ You reply buttoning your coat.