My home sites in five acres of land, some of it woodland, and there is a path…a public right of way…through it. Sometimes, I take myself for a walk through my woods….sometimes clothes are optional!
Walking naked through the woods is exhilarating. Risky? Maybe a little. But as well as being intensely sexy, there’s something primal about being one with nature like this.
Well, yes, of course I was going to have a wank at some point. How could I not? It’s mandatory. Ah, but the where and when matters a lot, and it was this that was forming in my mind when I heard a single word.
“Here?” A girl’s voice drifted through the trees on that sweet dank air that permeates woodland, especially in spring, but because it was bouncing off threes, I couldn’t locate it. I needed more.
“Yeah…looks good.” A male voice this time and my head snapped round to the direction of its source.
I made my way in that direction, totally forgetting for a moment my nakedness. Ahead, I saw a brief movement, nothing but the briefest vision of a girl’s blonde hair between the leaves, but it was enough. I felt like some kind of special forces agent as I got down on hands and knees and worked my way to a point where I could see them but they wouldn’t see me. I suppose they were way too intent on one another to notice anything but one another.
Both were in school uniform and I glanced at my watch. 3:40. Yep, that would be about right. So, a liaison between the bor]ys school and the girl’s school then.
Tentative kissing began and they lost themselves in one another, which gave me the confidence to move into a more comfortable position, and sit cross-legged in my little den.
Both he and she were, hmmm how shall I say? Keen. Their jackets were shed in seconds, and her shirt unbuttoned shortly thereafter. Of subtlety there was absolutely none.
Her bra followed and he placed it on a convenient branch. Next came her skirt. Now she focused Moore on him. Tie, shirt, pants…all seemed to melt away. His erection tented his boxers, and then…
“Well? Shall we? We said we would do it naked.” Her voice had an urgency to it. She really wanted this.
“Umm yeah….ok.” Hesitancy filled his voice, and I couldn’t figure why until Miss Brain filled in the blanks.
‘They’ve goofed around before, but this is the first time they’ve ever been naked with each other. This is the first girl he’s seen and he is scared he will cum too soon.’ Oh. Well. Yes, I suppose so.
She looked magnificent though. Around 5’5”, slim and toned, small perky breasts perfectly shaped and a gentle swell to her tummy. A triangle of blonde hair but only above her slit. She has obviously discovered and dealt with the horrors of sticky pubes.
What? Well of course I was! I sat there leaking like Niagara Falls, and stroking my clit in time with what was happening.
He approached her and she wrapped her hand around his cock. Instinctively, I knew I would not be seeing any fucking, but the sexual energy between them crackled like lightning.
I noticed he didn’t reach for her until she guided his hand between her legs with a soft, encouraging “Go on.” Those two words made me melt inside. The way she said them spoke volumes.
They spoke of many nights, alone in her bed, masturbating at the thought of this naked liaison in the woods. How they had said they’d do it, but waited for the perfect day. She had lain there, reliving the times his inexperienced fumbling in her panties had almost…almost, made her cum, and now…here…..this would be the moment.
I cast around for her panties. They lay on the mossy floor perfectly so I could see partly into the crotch. As expected, the anticipation as they walked through my wood and found their special spot had wreaked havoc between her legs. The crotch, from what I could see, was heavily coated and I would have paid good money to know what she smelled and tasted like.
She guided his hand between her legs and I saw his cock stiffen. She must have felt it too because she let him go. “No. Me first this time.” Ah, been there before huh? Your hand wrapped around his cock, and the moment he slid his hand into your panties, he’d cum. I bet she spent a while spongeing it off her school skirt. Mums get awfully twitchy when their daughter has semen all over her skirt….or her panties. But now, here….it really doesn’t matter.
They moved. I don’t know why, but it looked like they were just getting comfortable. Either way, thy]ey moved, and much closer to me. I could see the pre-cum all over him, and it actually dropped onto the floor. Better yet, my brilliant nose allowed me to smell his cock….and her sexual scent was there too. Difficult to filter out from the woodland, but there, nonetheless.
She guided his hand and his fingers u til with a satisfied sigh, she indicated he was doing the right thing and in the right place. Minutes passed before she whispered “When I say I’m cumming, push two fingers right inside, ok?”
A few more minutes and…..”Oh…I’m gonna cum.” I saw his hand move slightly and I imagined what she must be feeling right now. Her face had that exquisite agony look and her knees bent slightly as she pushed her pelvis against his hand. She certainly looked, and sounded like she needed that!
Then she took hold of him again. I was looking end-on to that magnificently hard cock. Damn! Right there, right then, I could have done them both! Several times!
Four strokes. Four! That’s all it took. Maybe because she told him to smell his fingers and as he did she smiled and told him “That’s my….cunt.” She separated the word out from the sentence and clearly, she’d used it before…and it had worked. A trigger word.
A well educated girl talking dirty is like nothing else on earth. Semen erupted from him and arced straight at me. Oh, how I prayed some one penetrate the foliage and land on me, but it didn’t. I had to make do with watching it drip from the leaves as I came myself, pushing my fist into my mouth hard enough for my teeth to break the skin.
A while later, clothed and glowing nicely from my orgasm, I mulled over the whole situation. Teenagers get horny. Well, duh! They go places to experiment. Some don’t feel safe doing. It at home in case mum or dad come home unexpectedly, or worse, one of them in]s a stay-at-home parent.
Cars? Maybe…when they get old enough to drive. So, where, then? Winter must be difficult. Everywhere snow-covered, and fucking freezing. Public toilets, maybe? Yes, I can imagine that. Ah, but in the spring/summer….the attraction of woodland…..my woodland…where there are plenty of little clearings and niches to go. I decided to wander down the public footpath aand see if there was any evidence to back up my conclusion.
Rubbish? Oh there was a lot of that! Discarded drinks cans, paper, general detritus of the terminally lazy, but now and then, I saw thing off the path…sometimes way off the path. By the time I ended my walk, I’d found four pairs of panties and five condoms, all in little glady areas. In one, someone had carved ‘Steve fucked Jane here.”. Looking at the evidence of a pair of tattered, weather worn panties I would say Steve did.
Being in an area…just standing in it…where a lot of sexual activity has taken place affects me. I can sense the sexual tension….and the release.
On the long walk back home, I thought about maybe putting shelters around the path….the pathway itself is three miles long, and I’m sure walkers who use it might appreciate somewhere to get out of the rain…..or use them for other purposes.
My vulva was glowing. It felt warm, cozy and wet. I don’t think the couple I’d seen have fucked yet, but clearly, she wants to…or at least, she’s ready to. Him? Oh he’d like to, I’m sure, but I suspect premature ejaculation is in his mind.
Ah well. He’ll learn.
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