Al Fresco Sex: Meeting For The First Time And Making Love In The Woods

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I exchanged emails for many months with a female friend I will refer to as Pammie (this was not her real name but she liked me to call her that).  We were both married, not to each other, but this didn’t stop us from making mad passionate love together, at least in our imaginations through cybersex.We regularly exchanged long emails where we tried to describe what would happen if we were to meet as lovers in as intimate and graphic detail as possible. We had also exchanged numerous photo revelations, so we had seen each other naked and aroused so we could even better imagine the sexual romps we enjoyed describing to each other.  We both found writing to each other in this way to be interesting, loving and above all very arousing.  Pammie told me how juicy she got both from reading my lascivious thoughts and from telling me hers.  Not surprisingly I very much wanted to meet her, and I asked her many times if she would meet me so we could make the dreams come (and cum) true.  But she consistently resisted.  She wanted to stay at least physically faithful to her husband even though she had found out that he had been having an affair.  The story which follows is imaginary, but it is special because it actually led to our first of many real meetings.  I wrote the story after Pammie had asked me to write about what might happen if we met for lunch on a summer day somewhere between where we both lived.  I enjoyed letting my imagination loose and writing something that certainly turned me on and I hoped would have a similar effect on her.  You will see that the story I emailed to her, and which follows,  ended … “Oooh – nearly  forgot – when can I invite you out for a lunch in the country?” To my great surprise, she emailed me back the same day, “Let’s meet for lunch as soon as possible, Pete”.  So as a result of this story, we met soon after for the first time, consummating our friendship to make the sexual dream come true…  so although this story is a fantasy. it was a seductive enough fantasy to lead to a real sexual Bostancı Escort encounter (many of them, in fact, because we hit it off rather well, but those are other stories).  The emailed story which prompted her to meet me follows:I’ve invited you for lunch at a country restaurant in a rural area about half way between where we live. It seems surprisingly strange and a bit unnerving to meet for the first time after we have got to know each other so well.  Obviously, we will both worry that for some reason the chemistry will be absent and the whole meeting will prove to be an embarrassing mistake, but at least we have agreed that the worst-case scenario is to have a good laugh together.  Despite this, I felt really edgy driving to meet you. We both arrived a bit early to ensure being on time.  Not surprisingly there was no difficulty in recognising each other and seeing your real-life smile for the first time somehow laid most of my worries to rest.  Being in a place with other people around, we kissed briefly like friends rather than wannabe lovers, but I think we could sense each other’s pent-up passion.You obviously dressed to please me, sexy but not too sexy, in a summer frock which shows your figure to good effect (or a good effect on me!). The long anticipation of meeting and of knowing our intentions has already made me horny for you, Pammie, my love.  Involuntarily my cock swells in anticipation of what I hope may happen; I’m sure everyone will notice the bulge. We sit facing each other over lunch in a secluded corner and chat animatedly. Your eyes are glowing, my cock keeps stirring. We are not very interested in eating food so the lunch is hurried. What next? Since it’s a gorgeous summer day, we decide to find a deserted spot in the country where we can be alone.We repark your car and then get into my car and enjoy our first embrace; I hold you tight in my arms, and our lips meet hungrily, our tongues search for each other. Your lips are soft; in fact, you are deliciously Bostancı Escort Bayan soft and warm in my arms as I hold you tight.  We French kiss hungrily for some time and it is obvious we are both very turned on. My lips and fingers gently tease your neck below your earlobes.  I glance around; no one can see us, so I gently cup one of your breasts and – when you do nothing to stop me – I find your nipple and pull and roll it between my finger and thumb through your clothes.  We are hungry for more. “Let’s find somewhere a bit more private … ” So we drive on, seeking a suitably beautiful and secluded place in the countryside.After inspecting a few not very good locations, I park in a leafy layby on a road through some woods.  We kiss and cuddle some more, like teenage lovers, and then, holding hands, we wander down a pretty path before departing from the track into the woods until we find a hidey-hole where we feel safe from being seen by anyone. Luckily I brought a blanket to put on the ground. We both know what will happen and already feel the spicy twinges of anticipation in our loins. We’re not in a hurry, so we plan to get to explore each other slowly, relishing and savouring each stage.  It is warm, high summer, so the copious green leaves are rustling and you look so very attractive.We lie down on the blanket and simultaneously our hands are all over each other. We kiss some more and you lie back looking up at me. I gently squeeze one of your breasts and kiss you again and you respond, our tongues slipping and sliding together.  We pause and I look down at you; your dress opens down the front so I unfasten it slowly, revealing your delicious-looking breasts clad in a lacy bra. This is a sight that so much makes me want to undress you so I can see more. So I slip your bra straps over your shoulders and pull down your bra cups to expose your gorgeous ripe pink feminine sex fruit, each topped with a perky pink nipple.I am fascinated and lured by the beauty and Escort Bostancı the vulnerability you display for me; I tease your breast by tracing a circular path with my finger, round and round the nipple, closer and closer. We don’t speak, but your eyes close and you sigh. I suck at one of your nipples, feeling its firmness between my lips, and nibble it with my lips before opening my mouth wide and sucking in as much of your breast as I can so that I can use my tongue to bend your nipple back and forth. Our eyes close as we resume our hungry mouth to mouth kissing. Some nearby birds start to twitter and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves.While we kiss, my hand slides up your thigh under your dress; you part your legs slightly and my fingers find the warm silky smoothness where your panties cover your mound.  You spread your legs further apart to encourage me and I am stroking your crotch with my fingers pressing the fabric of your panties into the soft folds of flesh between your thighs. Not to be outdone, your fingers trace the shape of my achingly stiff cock outside my bulging trousers, and you hold it through the material, making it twitch with excitement. I kiss your ears and neck gently. We both sense we are close to a sexual boiling point.I kneel before you and you sit cross-legged in front of me, dress up around your waist, breasts exposed, nipples obviously aroused and wet, showing me your thighs.  You’ve chosen to wear feminine lacy undies no doubt selected to please me as well as you.  The fascinating vee of your lacy panties shows white in the shadow under your dress. I am already wild with desire for sexy you but seeing this view makes me feel beside myself with throbbing, cock-stiffening lust.You undo my belt and unzip my tight trousers. The thin cotton of my briefs erupts from within and you seem excited to see the outline of my rampant cock. Eagerly, you peel my pants down around my hairy thighs and my cock springs out at you, firm, rosy pink. Its little eye is shedding a tear of clear precum. It is a relief for me to have it released from being doubled up in my pants so it can stick out as it wants.  Kneeling in front of me, you take it and gently kiss it; the excitement makes it involuntarily jerk.  You can see how excited you have made me and you then lick the little drop of precum.

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