Sex outdoors
It’s a particularly mild November here in the
UK, but still an odd time of year to be thinking about sex in the open air.
Even so, I will still express a few thoughts.
Like sex anywhere, sex outside can be all things to all men depending
on your personality and your approach.
At one extreme is can be furtive and slightly demeaning, sex for people
who for whatever reason are unable to find somewhere private and warm where
they can mingle fluids and exchange secret words in each other ears as they fondle and fuck. This is sex against factory
walls or behind football pavilions with knickers and trousers round knees in
case it should become necessary to suddenly adjust clothing and run for cover.
There are some for whom this element of
risk can actually add to the pleasure of
their copulation, but on this one leave me out. I do recall however a brief and strangely exciting coupling in
the top of an old tower and I mentioned this in more detail in a post entitled Summer Dress Sex (25th August.) Feel free to check it out.
At the other extreme sex outside can be bucolic and wonderfully enjoyable
because of its mixture of innocence and paganism.
This is only possible where the two of you can dance naked if so inclined
and do all the lovely things to each other you do in the privacy of the bedroom
as there is no absolutely possibility of being seen.
I have had outdoor sex several times with
something close to this freedom, (generally after a long languid champagne
enhanced picnic) though always with half
an eye out for the possibility of being discovered.
Only a
couple of times have I experienced the complete freedom of guaranteed sexual
safety and both time were high in the Welsh mountains . That is the only
place I know where you can find yourself
able to see quite literally for miles
and where you can pirouette and cavort
like old world gods if so inclined ,
The problem is of course that this tends to
make both of you a little heady with freedom and on at least two occasions I found
myself being spanked for no other reason that the man in question knew he could
get away with it.
But if that is taking bucolic freedom a bit too far, I’ll leave you with one image
of a handful of girls taking things even further.
The danger with being as naughty as this
outside is that maybe, just maybe, deep in the bushes someone might well be watching!
Being without neighbors has taken some of the thrill out of outdoor activities.
ReplyDeleteHowever, there was an occasion where we got a little too involved and a little too unaware of our surroundings.
I actually posted this on the other blog, but thought you might get a kick out of it and perhaps find amusement in this. I have been able to.
Before I graduated to start teaching, I was waitressing and bartending in a nightclub.
I had been putting in many late hours and one morning when I woke up, Mike had a surprise for me. He was making some chicken salad sandwiches and he told me to shower and dress as we were going to have a picnic lunch.
I did as he said and we loaded the car and he drove the 45 minutes it took to get to the park.
The place was empty and Mike carried the cooler and a blanket and we walked thru the wooded area to find a suitable place. We came to a nice little clearing in the woods that overlooked the lake. It was quite lovely.
Mike laid the blanket, and took out the food and opened a bottle of wine.
After we finished eating, we were fooling around a bit kissing and touching. I was put over his lap and he had started a gentle spanking and rubbing over my jeans.
After quite a bit of that, I felt him try to take my jeans down. At first I was very hesitant and he said that it was ok. We had the place to ourselves. So, I lifted up some making it easier for him and then he started spanking over my panties.
It eventually got harder and I was quite liking it when he stopped. I looked back wondering if that was it, when I saw him reach in the cooler and pull out a leather paddle he had secreted away under the food. I just grinned and he started spanking with that.
It was just starting to get to that delicious stinging stage when he then stopped and I felt him start to take my panties down. Well, wanting to get back to the spanking, I didn't hesitate this time and lifted up to help.
After a few minutes of bare spanking with the yummy leather paddle, and increasing moaning on my part, as I was becoming more and more aroused,he had stopped to help me remove the rest of my clothes which I was happy to do.
The spanking continued, gradually increasing in intensity and I was so close to a shattering orgasm,
when he picked that moment to stop
At this point I was quite ready to attack him and got off his lap and onto my knees and was reaching to remove his shorts when we both heard some noise. We turned and there at the edge of the clearing, was some guys and girls about our age, standing astride their bicycles and staring right at us. We had obviously not heard them before due to the quite a bit of noise we were making. We had also failed to notice the bike trail right next to the clearing.
I was embarrassed and mortified at the situation. There I was, on all fours, undoubtedly wet to my knees from arousal, with my red bottom and everything else pointed right at them.
Without stopping to think, I gave Mike a big shove back so I could yank up the blanket, spilling everything on the ground in the process and I wrapped it around my waist and ran for the car.
Mike got there a couple minutes later carrying the stuff. He put it in the backseat, got behind the wheel and started to say something. I immediately and quite strongly told him not to say one damn word. He started to drive and I could tell he was doing his best to stifle his laughter because I would hear muffled snorting as I was trying to put my panties and jeans back on. He was staring at the road and unable to see the hard glare I was giving him. Later, much later, I was able to laugh, too.
Outdoor spanking can be fun, but don't be surprised if you get caught. And it seems getting caught is another fantasy.
What can I say but wow! Ludicrously busy these days but if I can make time I will try and make this into a post.
ReplyDeleteLiz
What can I say but wow! Ludicrously busy these days but if I can make time I will try and make this into a post.
ReplyDeleteLiz
You can use me any way you like, Liz ;)
ReplyDeleteamber xxx
Sounds like an invitation!
ReplyDeleteSounds like an invitation!
ReplyDeleteWhere is the post, Elizabeth?
ReplyDeleteI am looking forward to it. How terribly embarasing for you, Amber. I wish I was there. It was a very hot story that I would like to see Elizabeth make into a post.
SpankerSam