14 Years…

As I was walking toward the woods, it dawned on me that today is 14 years since we first got in touch. A quarter of our lifetime and almost half of her married life, slightly less than half of mine. Cheating.

Not that it was very physical these days; in the last seven years we’ve only managed two afternoon hotel visits.  Covid, working from home, and iPhone tracking put a stop to most of that! And so, apart from weekly or fortnightly emails and some calls, our only occasional contact is to meet in these woods a few miles from her home. A far cry from the intensity of our first year or so, daily calls, emails by the dozens, weekly lunches and monthly hotel visits- thank goodness for Dayuse.com. So when her suggestion of a mid-morning walk came in a couple of days ago, I jumped at the chance. It was about the only time I got to take a walk in the fresh air.

As I approached the entrance to the woods, I could see her leaning onto the back of the car. Normally she is in jeans, walking shoes, and a fleece, but today she is wearing a knee-length dress with a denim jacket and black knee-high boots. I tried to remember the last time I saw her in a dress and concluded it was probably nearly eight years ago when she was working in the city, and we met for lunch.

“Hi gorgeous! How are you?”

She locked the car, turned round and smiled as she tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind an ear.

“I’m fine, thank you”, came her cheery reply.

We hugged and shared a quick kiss, nothing too lustful in case any dog walkers are about. I have a quick look around and can see only one other car in the car park.

“A dress? And boots? Meeting anyone for lunch?”

“No, just you. I just fancied a change from Jeans and a fleece. That’s the problem with working from home: you get up, put on the same clothes every day and sit in front of a laptop, and if anyone does see you, it is just your head and shoulders on a video call. I sometimes miss getting dressed to go to work.”

For the next fifteen minutes we walk hand in hand on the circular path around the woods, catching up on each other’s lives, work, children, spouses, stopping occasionally to share a kiss. Usually we do two laps of the woods, then head off on our separate ways. As we approached the car park at the end of our first lap, the only other car there could be seen leaving and heading for the main road.

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.”

As she walked back to the car, I got out my phone. I had heard my email app ping whilst we were walking. Just as I finished reading my messages, I heard her returning. When I looked up, I realised she had left her jacket in the car, and, by the way, her tits were jiggling as she walked, her bra too!

“Oh, Hello…” I said with a grin. She grinned back and grabbed my hand,

“C’mon, we don’t have much time; I've got a call in thirty minutes!"

We walked, or I should say, I was dragged swiftly along the path for one hundred meters before she turned right and took a much smaller path deeper into the woods. I noticed that the undergrowth was catching on my trousers and realised now why she was wearing boots. If she had a dress and shoes on, her legs would be getting snagged by the branches. A further fifty meters or so and she took another turn; now the bushes were almost head-high and very close together. Twenty meters later she stopped in a small clearing, no more than eight feet square, with bushes on three sides and a couple of tall trees on the fourth.

She spun around and kissed me passionately,

“I found this on Google Maps,” she giggled. “I had a quick visit last week to see if I could find it okay.” I looked around and realised  I couldn’t see the way we had come in, never mind the path beyond that people might be walking on.

She leaned in again, but this time the kiss was more tender, a gentle probing of tongues, nothing rushed. She undid a button on my shirt and slid a hand inside; her cold fingers swiftly found my nipple, which rose to the touch.

I cupped her neck in my left hand and increased the pressure of our kiss. My right hand slowly followed the curve of her hip and onward, until it too found an erect nipple pushing at the fabric of her dress. I pinched it. Hard. She moaned into my mouth. She did likewise to mine, pulling and twisting gently. I backed her slowly toward the tree behind her without breaking our kiss. By now her free hand had found the growing bulge in my trousers and was squeezing it slowly, feeling it harden.

I broke our kiss and started to work downward. She tilted her head back to allow me a clear path down her throat and onto her cleavage below. She let go of my nipple and cock and pulled the neck of her dress down, allowing her C-cup tits to spill over. I circled each nipple in turn, careful not to touch them with my tongue, my breath being all that was required to make them grow.

I ran my hands down her dress until I could feel the cold leather of her boots where they lingered for a minute whilst I bit gently on a nipple. When I raised my hands, I brought the hem of her dress up to her hips, exposing her freshly shaved pussy.

No knickers, no bra, boots and a clingy dress that didn’t fall back down. She really had thought of everything.

Her hands on my head, pushing me down toward her, reminded me we were on the clock, so to speak. I squatted down and leaned in as she rolled her hips, my thumbs gently separating her lips, allowing her clit to pop out. She was already wet as I flicked my tongue over her. God, I had forgotten how good she tasted.

She opened her legs some more, allowing me to lean in deeper. I felt the pressure on my head increase as she pushed my face into her pussy, her hips grinding rhythmically. I cupped her arse cheeks and pulled them apart, my forefinger searching for her anus as my tongue licked up and down her labia. Slight pressure was all that it took for the tip to pop into her; she took a sharp intake of breath as it went deeper.

By now I was unable to move my head; such was the grip she had. I was almost unable to breathe too. I was being held so tight that I was being smothered. Her clit pressed hard against my nose and my tongue deep inside her as she rode my face to orgasm. I knew she was close, not by her cries or moans, but by the fact her butt cheeks were clenching involuntarily.

I’ve never known her to be so wet. As her ass gripped my finger in spasms, she came in my mouth. She pulled me away from her long enough for me to gasp a breath, then pushed me back in. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard before releasing it and licking her sweet stickiness from her pussy lips as her orgasm passed.

As I stood up, I was greeted with a huge grin and a kiss,

“Sorry, did I suffocate you? God, that was epic! I haven’t cum that fast in ages. I must have been ready for it.” She laughed. “I suppose I had better do something with this,” she added as she fumbled for my trouser zip.

“Go easy, I don’t think I’ll be here all day either,” I chuckled.

As she squatted down in front of me, I could feel her tugging my cock free from my boxer shorts, the tip already leaking precum.

She circled the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently before looking up at me as she guided her tongue onto it. The feeling as she rolled her tongue over my head whilst gently pulling the foreskin back was incredible. I cupped the back of her neck in my hand and pulled her in until she had six of my eight inches inside her warm mouth. She stayed like that for five seconds before I slowly pulled her head back, just enough that my cock popped out and rested on her lips before slowly guiding it back in. Sis or seven slow strokes were all it took to let me know that I was close.

As my cock came to rest on her lips again, I gave the command.

“Turn round and bend over.”

She stood up and leaned in for a kiss. I could taste my precum on her. Tangy. Definitely different from her love juice. She stretched out her left hand for support against the nearest tree and leant over.

As I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit I felt her hand grab it and guide me in. She looked over her shoulder at me with a needy look in her eyes. I understood.

I grasped her hips in my hands, and with one slow, smooth motion, I entered her completely. She gasped as I filled her. I bit my lip at the tightness, afraid I would come right there and then. I stood for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for her to adjust. It was probably no more than ten seconds. As the pressure from her pussy walls eased, I slowly drew back out until the tip of my cock was resting just outside her entrance. I eased forward until I had filled her again, only this time slightly quicker. By now her head was down, and her free hand had found a hanging breast.

I repeated my slow exit. Another full thrust had her pinching her nipple and sucking in a breath.

I pulled out again, but only as far as leaving my tip inside her. Another thrust, another sucking in of breath, mine this time. A slapping sound filled the air as our thighs collided. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at me again, a grin spreading across her face.

“Hurry up, before someone hears us!”

Not exactly the most romantic of phrases. I was hoping for something along the lines of ”Oh God, that’s so good,” or “I want to feel you cum inside me!”

Either way, I had been fighting the urge to explode since I slipped inside her, and no further encouragement was needed.

I tried slowing down for the final couple of strokes, making the sensation last just a little longer, but it was no use. I increased my grip on her hips and looked down at her mischievous smile and surrendered.

I closed my eyes as my cock twitched inside her. I timed my thrusts with each pulse of cum, my wetness adding to hers, until I could feel myself softening.

I stepped back as she straightened up and could see my cum slipping from her hole. She looked down as it clung to her thigh, white and sticky.

“Oh Fuck… I don’t suppose you have any tissues with you?”

I smiled at the thought of her going to all this trouble to plan this afternoon, the dress, the boots, no underwear and a shaven pussy, and she hadn’t brought any tissues.

“Haven’t you got any baby wipes in the car for cleaning your shoes after a muddy walk?” I asked.

“No. Bugger. I finished them last week after coming here and looking for this place. I didn’t want to go home with muddy shoes in case hubby wondered where I had been.”

I laughed. “ Oh well, I hope he’s not at home when you go back with my cum oozing out of you and running down your legs!”

She stuck her tongue out at me defiantly as she pulled her dress down and tucked in her magnificent tits.

We battled the shrubbery until we found the main path and walked hand in hand to her car, which was still the only one in the car park.

“Same time next week?"

“Oh, I think this was a one-off… for now. I haven’t been so turned on in ages. I don’t know if it was the whole outdoors thing or the fact you thought you were coming up for a walk whilst I knew differently. I’ve got a lot on at work, but maybe next time we’ll manage a hotel. Hubby is going sailing in a couple of months with friends for a week; who knows. Catch up on email next week?”

“Absolutely”, came the reply.

And with a final tender kiss, she turned and made her way to the car.