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DebAllen: Hey. You free tomorrow, by any chance? X
QuickeningPulse: Hey. Actually, yes…what did you have in mind? ;-)

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DebAllen: Country walk? The weather looks magic. No pressure, no expectations, we can just hang out. I could do with some fresh air and open spaces.
QuickeningPulse: I know what you mean, clears the head and soul! Okay - where and when?

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DebAllen: We could park up at the canal marina, around 10? It’s about mid-way between us.
QuickeningPulse: Works for me.

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DebAllen: Great. One rule, though, if you’re game…
QuickeningPulse: Uh-oh! Go on…

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DebAllen: Commando.
QuickeningPulse: Ah… Edgy, I like it! Count me in.

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The next morning, the butterflies had started. No pressure, she said, but we’d been pretty saucy on the messages for a while. There was a definite tension there, in a good way. But neither of us had seen each other’s faces – just pretty much everything else. Still, nothing ventured…

I packed a bag with water and snacks, and left, getting there a bit early. I parked under the trees, checked my phone. No messages – she was either on her way or wouldn’t show.

Just before ten, a blue convertible BMW pulled in, top down: A woman, by herself, with long brown hair tied back, dark glasses. Was it her? She parked up and pressed whatever buttons made the roof fold back over. Then the door opened and she stepped out.

It was definitely her – I recognised those legs. She was wearing a nearly knee-length summer dress, black with some yellow pattern on and buttons all the way up the front, and hiking shoes. Behind (or maybe with) the shades, she was a stunner – full lips, great collar bones, slight tan. Wow. I adjusted my suddenly slightly hard cock a bit and got out of my car.

“Hi…Deb?” I said tentatively, taking my sunglasses off.

She did the same and looked me dead in the eye. “Yep, ‘Pulse’. Hi. You don’t disappoint in the flesh”, she said, looking me up and nodding with a half-smile towards the still somewhat visible tent in my shorts.

“Ah, right. Neither do you. You look fabulous.”

“Thanks,” she said, winking. “Shall we?” gesturing towards the gap in the fencing where the canal path ran.

We grabbed our bags, locked our cars, and set off. It was a glorious day, and to start with we just enjoyed the sounds of nature. There was nobody around, and the sun reflected brightly off the canal. We crossed a bridge and went through a small kissing gate. Deb went first and then leaned forwards, making a kissing noise as she closed her side for me to enter. I stepped forwards and pecked her cheek.

“I think you can do a bit better than that,” she said with a smile on her face, before turning her face a little and planting one right on my mouth. Not for long, but for long enough, I got a scent of her skin and hair, her warmth, and of course the taste and moistness of her lips.

“It looks like I can!” I laughed, before coming through the gate. We were crossing a field full of sheep at this point, heading up across a hill, and Deb was slightly in front of me, her loose dress billowing a little in the wind, swinging as she walked. Was she really going commando? I was, but in shorts. The thought of it sent sparks across my belly.

I caught up with her and glanced at her sideways. She looked so happy, happy in herself, and somehow a little smug like she had me right where she wanted me. She was probably right, not that I minded a bit. “How do you know this walk?” I asked.

“I come here quite often, it’s a public path but there’s never anyone on it. You go less than a mile or so from the road and apart from the animals, you don’t see anyone for ages. It’s a great escape, and the views are wonderful.” She wasn’t wrong.  You could almost see to the sea to the West, and to the North, the hills were still visible in the rising heat.

We got to a stile and again she took the lead. As she stepped up and over, I got more of a view of those legs, and half a glimpse of a bit more. Unless I was mistaken, she’d stayed true to her word. I was beginning to get that sense of excited helplessness – if she made a move, I’d be up for whatever she wanted

We chatted as we went along, across a wildflower meadow and past a long wall next to a walled garden and old farmhouse. We had to cross two more stiles. On the second one, she looked back at me and grinned as the stepped over and casually whipped her skirt up briefly. Definitely no pants. Fucking hell. I was virtually breathless.

As we walked down the hill and through three gates, we left the farmland and hit a path that meandered into quite a dense wood. As we came to a part where the path widened, there was a recently fallen tree, with the trunk about waist height.

“Let’s take a break”, said Deb, swinging her small backpack off her shoulder and leaning back against the trunk. She pulled out her bottle and lifted one foot onto a branch about 18 inches off the ground. This had the effect of making her skirt ride up a bit, and I could see most of her inner thigh.

I took a drink, too, partly to steady my nerves but the temperature was rising, both in terms of the weather and the vibe.

“If I didn’t know any better, Deb, I’d think you were teasing me!” I said after I’d taken a deep drink.

“You like what you see?” she replied, opening her raised leg wider so the hem lifted up further, almost revealing the promised land.

“God yes, you are irresistible.”

“You do seem to be resisting me, though,” she laughed. “I don’t bite, you know. You can touch if you want.”

I put down my bottle, stepped forwards, and placed a hand on her knee, tracing my fingertips down her shin, up her calf, and along her inner thigh a little. “Is that okay?”

“Mmm, very. I think you can go further than that”, she said, hiking her skirt up a bit more and lifting her other foot up onto another branch, which opened her legs and allowed the hem of her dress to rise up into a bunch in her lap.

My heart was racing. I stepped further in and ran both hands along her inner thighs, revelling in the feel of her skin and also the throbbing in my pants. I reached forwards and gently ran two fingertips up her slit, then down again. I kept going, slowly increasing the pressure, firmer and then firmer still, until I was just inside her lips. I felt around her vulva that she was wet, a mixture of sweat from the walk and – from what I could smell – her juices.

“That’s better, keep going,” she purred, opening her legs further and leaning back against a branch that rose up behind her. She squeezed her breasts in each hand and started to undo the buttons which, I now saw, ran all the way down the front. Very handy, I thought.

As her dress fell open, she pinched her nipples and I leaned in, taking one in my mouth. I sucked on it gently, rolling it with my tongue as I pressed harder with two fingers between her legs, spreading her now freely running juices up and down her slit. I traced up and around her clit, back down to the hole, and up again, causing her to hum gently.

I turned my attention to the other nipple and as I did so slid two fingers inside, coating both of them, pushing in and out, reaching up to her g-spot with my fingertips. “That’s good,” she murmured. “Get your cock out. I want something hard in my hand.”

I didn’t need a second invitation and quickly undid my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. I took my t-shirt off, too, and moved even closer, pressing our hips together and kissing her firmly, then deeply. She scratched my chest gently and I pressed my cock against her wetness. She ground against me a little as we kissed, both humping slightly, sucking each other’s tongues, tasting, wanting.

She reached down and gripped my cock, stroking it firmly, pulling my foreskin back and forth. I revelled in the feeling for a minute before returning to my ministrations. Fingers in, stroking every inch of her vulva, her clit, reaching as deep inside as I could. My hand was soaked, and I absolutely had to taste her.

I pulled away and knelt, pushing her knees wider apart. I could smell her sex, her ripeness, and she leant back again as I tenderly sucked on her outer lips, then licked up, down, in circles, inside. She pushed her hips out a little and I tongued her perineum and arsehole, spreading my spit and her juices wherever I could reach, before pushing three fingers inside and focusing my tongue on her bud.

“Yes, that’s the one…don’t you fucking dare stop until I come,” she moaned.

“Yes, your highness,” I replied, before applying myself diligently to fulfilling her pleasure. I licked her clit, sucked it, drawing circles and other shapes around it with my tongue, gently then hard, faster then slower, and faster again. I was pushing my fingers slowly all the way in and out, but she seemed to like it more when I was just inside, so I focused just there at the entrance, and flicked her clit as fast as I could with my tongue.

My face and her cunt were soaked, and she was getting really close, I could feel her tensing inside. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face into her, so I was so tucked in I could barely breathe, before she suddenly called out “Oh….OH…yes, oh my fucking God, yes, yes,” and I could feel her orgasm on my fingers as she clenched over and over as she came.

I pressed my tongue against her clit and kept my fingers just inside as her tremors subsided, and then held it there, waiting for her to be ready. After about half a minute she said, “Come here. In. I want you”, and pulled me up towards her. She was at the perfect height and I slid right into her. It felt amazing.

I’d almost forgotten we were outside, but there we were, up against a tree, with the sunlight streaming down. Deb shrugged the sleeves of her dress off her arms and leaned forwards, pulling me close and kissing me with her arms around my neck. This had the added benefit of fulling impaling herself as I was then into the hilt, balls deep.

We kissed and kissed, our faces wet and dribbling, steadily grinding against each other. I had my right hand under her bum and my left on her right breast, pressing it and then teasing her nipple. She ground harder and I stood mostly still, letting her press the places she wanted to. That worked a treat because it stopped me from getting too close to coming and gave her what she needed to come again, which she did.

“Okay, your turn. Fuck me from behind. But I want you to film it” she said, as she pushed me away and out, and reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. She unlocked it and set it to video as she turned around, presenting herself to me, feet slightly apart and both hands on the trunk of the tree. I pressed record and recorded a quick panorama of some of the scenery before focusing on her offered arse and cunt, then stepped forward and buried myself in her.

I filmed from above, seeing myself sliding in and out, then moved the phone to the side so it caught the side view, and then underneath to get the full view of my cock sliding in and out.

Seeing both on video, and in the flesh, was a real turn on, so I went slowly, sliding all the way in and then nearly out, over and over. She was so wet, I was so hard, and I felt like my head was going to explode.

After a while I picked up the pace, and kept filming, starting to bang into her, creating a slapping sound as my belly and thighs met her arse cheeks. She reached underneath herself with one hand and started toying with her clit, and as she started moaning again, I was beginning to recognise the sounds of her approaching orgasm. I Looked up at the trees, trying to focus on anything but the sex to stop myself from coming, and she got there, crying out “Nnnngh!” through gritted teeth.

After that I was on a mission, I wasn’t stopping this time. I could feel that tell-tale tickle starting to build at the base of my stomach, and all of the tension and out-and-out raunch meant that it wasn’t going to take me long. “I’m close, Where do you want me to come?” I panted. “Quick, in my mouth”, she replied, pulling off me, turning onto her knees, and taking the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking hard.

That was as much as I could take. I dropped the phone onto her bag and revelled in the intensity of the moment. Feeling her lips and tongue pressed hard around the edges of my helmet was too much, and I came hard. It started deep and rose like a huge bubble, making me see stars as it broke, and I pumped over and over, jerking my hips involuntarily.

Deb kept my cock in her mouth as I came and then stood, pulling me close to her and kissing me full on the lips, before pushing my mouth open with her tongue. She hadn’t swallowed, so both of our mouths were now sharing my cum. There was nothing to do but taste it and swallow, so I did. I’d not tasted it in a while, but it brought the memories back of being a teenager and occasionally having nothing to clear myself up with. We both swallowed and continued kissing, pressing our naked bodies together, sweet, musky, sweaty, wet, sticky.

After a few minutes, she stepped back and reached for her water again. She took a gulp and passed it to me. She smiled at me knowingly as I drank, too, her looking like the cat who got the cream, which she was, both literally and metaphorically. As was I, on both counts.

“It seems like you knew exactly what was going to happen, where and when,” I joked.

“Well, it was sort of planned but I wasn’t sure if it would work out, or be this good”, she replied. That was something else

“It was,” I said. “You’re so fucking desirable, I just want you over and over,” I replied.

 “You better had then!”, she laughed, pulling me towards her and kissing me again.