My Dawn (Installment 3)

My wife and I have tried outdoor sex on a few occasions, although our part of the world is a bit too populated to allow enough actual privacy for our tastes – ‘dogging’ doesn’t appeal to us at all. 

One night – or rather, early morning – we drove to a local nature reserve and went for a walk in the dark.  It being mid-summer, the night wasn’t pitch black and so provided we kept to the trail, we could see where we were going without needing a torch.  It was also mild enough to wear just light clothing:  I wore a tee shirt and tracksuit trousers (no underwear), while Dawn wore a skirt & blouse (again, no underwear).

Once we’d got a reasonable distance from the car park so that there was no chance of being seen from the road, I undid Dawn’s blouse and opened it out so that her breasts were bare and I could look at and fondle them occasionally as we walked around the reserve.  At the far point of the track there were several benches; Dawn lay down on one so that we could have sex but the height was wrong and I couldn’t keep going long enough to make either of us come.  Instead Dawn sat on my lap with her back to me so that I could play with her breasts while she brought herself off; believe me, feeling her movements as she rubbed herself and finally climaxed in the open air, more than made up for not having come inside her.  On the way back to the car we paused so that she could pull down my tracksuit trousers and gently rub me off; it was all I could do to stop myself collapsing to the ground during my orgasm while I ejaculated into the undergrowth.

Several times we’ve been to my employer’s Christmas Party which always takes place some miles away from our home.  We live in the countryside and there are picnic sites around & about, so we evolved a new tradition of stopping at one of them on the way home for some fooling around. Being winter time it’s too cold to get out, and being night-time in the country there’s never anyone else around, so we have a good session of heavy petting in the car.  Our car is too small to allow us to have full sex, but it doesn’t stop me exploring inside Dawn’s clothes during a prolonged bout of kissing & necking.  Usually her dress allows me access to her breasts for a fondle and a suck, and up under her dress into her knickers (if she hasn’t already taken them off) to explore her sex.  Because she will have had something to drink at the party and isn’t used to it, she’s always a little tipsy and this makes her even more uninhibited.  Whether or not I manage to bring her to orgasm myself, she’ll then get me to sit back and watch while she pulls her dress up as far as she can, opens her legs wide and starts to rub herself.  In the unlikely event that I haven’t already started masturbating, she’ll order me to get out my cock and start playing with it so that she can watch.  Being in a (theoretically) public place and with an (actual, if private) audience, really seems to turn her on; she’s always more noisy and active than usual and she makes no attempt to hide her orgasm.  If I haven’t already made myself come by then, she’ll then reach over and finish me off.

Writing down that story reminded me of a couple of earlier episodes.  While we were living in our first house, on special occasions I would take Dawn to a very posh restaurant some thirty-odd miles away.  We always used to dress up and again, because she doesn’t drink much, Dawn used to get quite drunk although never enough for it to be obvious to anyone else.  On one occasion she made a dignified exit from the restaurant but as soon as we got outside, collapsed onto me in a fit of giggles.  By the time I got her into the passenger seat she’d gone from drunk happy to drunk horny, and we hadn’t driven more than a few miles before she had an orgasm even without touching herself.

Something similar happened a few years later after we’d moved into our current house in the countryside: we went out for a posh dinner, Dawn got tipsy and when we got home, she couldn’t make it up our steep and uneven drive in the dark.  I had to put her over my shoulder and carry her into the house; fortunately it was late enough for us not to be seen by the neighbours.  I got her upstairs and onto our bed where she just lay there, singing to herself.  It took some effort – it might have been easier if my hands hadn’t kept wandering – but I managed to undress her until she was wearing nothing but her elbow-length gloves: an extremely pleasant sight.  What happened after that is not an appropriate subject for this site although it did involve some rather enjoyable foreplay!