1 comments/ 9950 views/ 0 favorites If You Go Down in the... By: Zeldas slave If You Go Down in the Woods Someday Hi there! Just a few words before we go any further to say that I hope that you enjoy reading my stories and that I welcome all feedback -- positive and negative -- to my e-mail address. I may not be able to reply to you all, buy I do value your comments! With regard to the content of my stories, although there are certain aspects of truth woven throughout what I write, ALL of my stories (unless otherwise stated) are works of fiction. Finally, may I state that I do not condone any form of illegal act -- sexual or otherwise -- and that any reference that I may make to the above in my stories, is purely there for the sake of the story! I sincerely hope that you enjoy this particular offering Best wishes Zeldas Slave. * You know how it is; things aren't working out 100% in a relationship and you start thinking back over all the previous relationships that you've had down the years and back - in particular - to that one memorable relationship in which you had all you could have wished for -- if only you'd have known it at the time! Well I had one of those moments just the other day. To be honest, me and my old lady have been going through a sticky patch recently - what with me seeming to work more hours than they put on the clock just lately and with her starting the menopause. Anyway, I was laying in bed last Sunday morning playing with my half-hard cock (c'mon guys admit it -- we all play with them any chance we get -- right!) when I got to thinking about a girl I had dated many years ago. Her name was Sarah and, looking back, I reckon she must have been a raving nymphomaniac! My old lady had already got up out of bed; in something of a huff actually, because I'd tried to have my lecherous way with her only a few minutes before and she wasn't having any of it. And now I could hear her crashing around down stairs like a mad thing. I sighed and reckoned it was going to be one of those days.......... Anyway, there I was, rubbing a rapidly rising semi hard-on with one hand, the other tweaking one of my nipples - the way I remembered Sarah used to sometimes - eyes closed, thinking about her and some of our more erotic times together, when I heard the front door slam and the sound of a car starting up. To be honest, it startled me a bit and I half moved to cover myself up before I realised what the sound actually was. 'Great!' I thought 'She's off to her bloody mother's now; to pour her heart out to the old bat I bet. And when she comes back in a couple of hours time, she'll be fit to give me hell - thanks to her mothers goading! What a fucking way to live!' I listened closely for a few more moments to make absolutely sure that it had been my old lady driving off and not our neighbour and then I threw off the duvet and settled down to some serious masturbation! Now it has to be said that I'm not one of those guys with an enormous cock! At school, I soon learned that I'd been towards the back of the line when mammoth dicks were being handed out. Mine is around 6 inches when fully hard and of average thickness and in truth it has been something of an obsession of mine that I didn't have enough to satisfy a woman and so for years, I was a little backwards about coming forward -- if you know what I mean -- and so I was quite late losing my cherry. Then one day when I was between relationships and feeling a bit of an outcast, I met Sarah....... I'll never forget that first meeting. It was back in the days when the only things you needed to worry about in a sexual relationship were not getting the bird pregnant and not getting a 'dose!'. HIV hadn't been discovered then and short of having your cock scraped through with that nasty little umbrella thing at the local clap clinic, the overall embarrassment - and having to take antibiotics - you were pretty free to put it about a bit. And so I had. Well, at least I'd tried to.........And then, as I said, I met Sarah. I'd gone over to a mate's house that particular evening and we were sitting in his mom's front room; each with a can of lager in our fists; talking a load of post adolescent shit - it was going to be my 21st. birthday the weekend after next and we were discussing going out and getting pissed (and hopefully laid) amongst other things - when his younger sister bounced into the room unannounced (as was her habit!) and was followed in closely by the most gorgeous looking girl I'd ever seen. 'Oh, hi Steve!' Said my mate's sister sounding somewhat surprised when she saw us sitting there. 'I thought we'd be able to use the front tonight.....' she said expectantly. There was a look of obvious disappointment on her face and she looked at me with something close to a scowl -- as if us being there at all was all-my fault. I was somewhat embarrassed to think that we'd be spoiling their evening and looked down at my own can of beer, swilling its contents around self-consciously, hoping that they'd leave us to it, when my mate said: 'Sorry, Sis, important business. We're discussing Dave's birthday next weekend and where we're going to go to get trashed!' He waved his lager can in half salute and as if to impress on her how important this 'man-talk' was. She didn't seem impressed though. 'You and Sarah can stay if you like' He continued 'but we ain't movin'!' This last sentence was delivered in a pseudo-American western-style drawl that had probably seemed cool at the time - but would make me cringe these days -- and as if to emphasise his determination to stay where he was, he held up a couple of cans of beer in their plastic strapping and waved them seductively at the girls. Steve's sister seemed to be just on the verge of launching into a tirade against us when suddenly the other girl -- Sarah -- spoke and, when she did, it sent a shiver down my spine........ 'I'll have a lager with you boys' She said brightly 'We can celebrate your mate's birthday early, can't we?' She smiled and then said 'Aren't you going to introduce us properly Steve?' She sounded like a younger version of the sultry actress Fenella Fielding and as she reached across to take the proffered cans of beer from Steve, it was then that I noticed for the first time just how bloody gorgeous she was! I guessed her to be about Steve's sister's age -- that being 18 or 19 -- and she had the most beautiful natural blonde hair I'd ever seen on a woman. As if to confirm she was a natural blonde, she had lovely blonde eyebrows, long fair eyelashes and her big blue eyes looked deep and warm - like two small tropical rock pools and her teeth were beautifully white and absolutely perfect. She could have been a model. I felt myself begin to sweat and my mind raced -- trying to find something 'cool' to say to this beautiful woman who had at least expressed an interest in my upcoming 21st. -- but I decided to keep quiet and save myself the embarrassment. Maybe she was just being polite..... I merely smiled and tried -- somewhat unsuccessfully looking back -- to appear cool and detached, like I thought 'hip' guys would. Steve eventually introduced us 'properly' and as I recall I did say something a bit 'naff' to Sarah in the end but we moved on and apart from blushing a little bit I got through it quite well! Anyway, cutting a long story short, the four of us sat there for the rest of that evening and drank and talked and talked and drank and laughed -- and drank some more -- and as the alcohol got into us, a good deal of friendly banter was exchanged by us all. It was about 11 o-clock as I recall, when Sarah finally said that she would have to be going and it was at that point that I finally found some courage (helped greatly by all the beer I'd drunk!) and I offered to see her home. There were a few moments silence and I could see that both Steve and his sister were about to say something -- knowing Steve it'd have been some kind of piss-take - when Sarah Said. 'Oh, are you sure? I don't want to put you out -- but that'd be really nice.' My stomach did a back-flip and my mouth went suddenly dry. I'd quite frankly expected her to politely decline my offer; perhaps even giggle and say that she had a car outside or that Steve or his sister would see her home and so her acceptance of my offer came as something of a shock! Anyway, several boozy 'goodnights' later -- and after an innuendo filled warning from Steve to me to 'be good' which made my cheeks go quite red - the two of us were standing outside Steve's closed front door and I nervously asked Sarah where she lived. It turned out that she only lived a few streets away and so we started to walk (well weave I suppose) to her house. To be honest, had she lived any further away, I would have had to get us a taxi, because I'd left my car at home (I lived quite close to Steve's) and I was too pissed to drive anyway! So off we went and it seemed that right from the start we hit it off! We chatted away like old friends in fact, discussing some of the stuff we'd talked about that evening and after a few hundred yards, Sarah hooked her arm through mine, like we had been doing this kind of thing for forever and snuggled up close against my shoulder. We walked on a bit further and, after a while, we both put our arms around each other. And so we continued.......... In what seemed like no time at all, we arrived at Sarah's house and, as it was actually her parent's house, she said that she couldn't very well ask me in at that time of night. She apologised -- and I said I understood and that it was no problem -- and then Sarah suddenly reached up and pulled me down towards her (she was a few inches shorter than me) and planted a warm, wet kiss full on my lips. My young, half-erect cock, twitched in my jeans and I tried desperately to keep from her the fact that I was so excited. I felt the colour rising again in my cheeks...... We broke apart after a while and stood there looking at each other. She put her hands on my shoulders and gazed deeply -- if somewhat blearily - into my eyes with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers and I felt myself rapidly losing the fight with my hormones................. 'Do you want to see me again?' She asked in that warm, sexy voice of hers and I just looked at her- unable to speak. I was in some kind of shock! I mean, here I was, the guy who usually had to work bloody hard to 'pull' a bird, being chatted up by one of the most gorgeous women on God's green earth! She continued to look at me enquiringly and finally, I found my voice and replied somewhat shakily 'Y-yes...that'd be nice. When?' 'How about this Saturday?' She said after a moment's deliberation 'I don't have to work this weekend and perhaps we could go for a walk in the park - if the weather's okay... and if you can make it of course?' She finished. Could I -- just try to stop me! 'Sure, that'd be....er.... great!' I replied haltingly 'What time shall I call round for you?' I fidgeted nervously with my jacket collar as I spoke and after we'd finally settled on a time -- and after a few more smoochey kisses and cuddles -- Sarah closed her front door behind her and I was left there, standing alone on the pavement and not quite sure if all this had happened, or whether I was dreaming it. I weaved my way slowly home in some kind of daze. When I finally got in -- and being careful not to wake my own parents - I had a much needed pee, went to bed and wanked myself to sleep fantasising over Sarah and our coming Saturday together.............. *************** When Saturday finally arrived, I turned up at Sarah's house bang on time and I was just about to knock on her front door when it opened and there she stood. She looked even more gorgeous than I remembered from our previous meeting! She had on a pretty cream blouse, a shortish -- though not too short -- dark skirt and a pair of knee length boots. Her hair was done up in a single ponytail which hung down to the middle of her back and which flicked seductively left and right as she moved her head and over her shoulder she carried a long strapped handbag come shoulder bag. She smiled at me with those perfect white teeth and her big blue eyes looked even bigger and bluer in the daylight. She closed the front door gently behind her and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and we got into my old Ford Escort and set off for the park. It only took a few minutes of brisk driving for us to reach our destination and when we drove into the park I headed for a spot I knew, where we could safely leave the car and go for a nice quiet walk. Being a Saturday, the park was quite busy -- though not as busy as it would be on a Sunday -- but after a few minutes we left the majority of the other park visitors behind us and as we turned off down a side track we once more put our arms around each other and cuddled close. We snatched the odd kiss as we walked and chatted and once or twice, stumbled on the uneven ground and laughingly held on to each other even tighter to prevent either of us falling. We talked; we laughed, we cuddled........ Ah, life felt good......... After an hour or so of fairly relaxed meandering, we left the confines of the park and, easing through a gap in its surrounding fence which we'd come across, we found ourselves in what looked like undulating farmland. There was a narrow, poorly defined track running around the edge of the field in which we stood and so we turned and walked along this until we came to a large wood. We paused for a moment to get our bearings and to see whether there was anyone else about -- an irate farmer for instance, or another couple -- then made our way in through the trees and started to explore the wood. We decided after a while that we'd like to take a breather and, as luck would have it, a few minutes later we came to a small clearing and spotted a large fallen tree trunk, which we used as a makeshift bench. I sat on Sarah's left and put my right arm around her shoulder and she put her left arm around my waist and we held each other close and, in between kisses and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, we sat there enjoying all that nature had to offer -- including each other. Suddenly I felt Sarah's right hand on my knee. She left it there for a few moments; as if trying to gauge my reaction and then, as she slid it slowly, softly up to my crotch, she kissed me deeply. When her hand finally closed around my by now rock hard erection, she moaned seductively in to my mouth and squeezed my cock tenderly at the same time. I drew in my breath sharply and I could feel my cock twitching wildly, in time to my racing heart beat as Sarah continued to massage it -- more boldly now - with her small, perfect hand! As I said before, I was a late starter sexually, but I had had a few relationships by that time, so I knew a bit about sex and lovemaking (oh how we hated that term in those days!) And now, as Sarah continued to explore my denim encased cock, kissing me passionately all the time she did so, I quickly placed my free hand onto her firm breasts and started to massage them, to grope them I guess you could say, in an attempt to give us both as much pleasure as was humanly possible, to arouse us both to a fever pitch! It took only a few seconds of my -- looking back at it now - quite brutal caressing and then through the thin material of her blouse I felt each of her nipples harden in its turn under my caressing palm. As I continued with my attentions to her gorgeous globes, she began suddenly to fumble with the zip of my tight denims and then, magically, wonderfully I felt her small, cool hand work its way inside my jeans and onto my naked cock. I drew in my breath and focussed all my attention on not shooting my load there and then -- the feeling was so good! To have shot off at her touch alone would have been more than a little embarrassing to say the least! However, after a few seconds, I regained some control and the urgent need to shoot my offering everywhere subsided a little. I felt a bit nervous now though. I was worried - as ever - about the size of my cock and how she may react to it. I mean, having been fed a diet of massive cocks invading tight little pussies in men's magazines and the like -- and believing that all women crave a man with a massive cock -- I wondered, would there be enough to satisfy this obviously experienced young woman? But then, as she unbuckled my belt and gently extracted my twitching cock and I saw no signs of displeasure on her face, only a look of lust, I felt more reassured.......... Quickly - and without a word -- Sarah disengaged herself from my groping hand and slid forward off the tree trunk. She turned back to face me, then crouched between my parted thighs and pulled my jeans open some more and in one smooth movement took the whole of my pulsing cock into her mouth! Once more the urgent need to shoot my load came upon me but - as if sensing this - she paused for a few moments (giving me the chance to recompose myself) and then she began to suck on my cock like there was no tomorrow! I remember it so well........ She ran her small tongue around the exposed glans of my engulfed, un-circumsized tool. Her small, now slightly sweaty hand, kept up a rhythmic wanking motion at the base of my cock and occassionaly; when she removed my tool from her sweet mouth, her hand travelled up over its tip and massaged it with our combined moisture. She sucked deeply, lovingly on my meat; from time to time pushing it fully into her mouth - so far indeed, that I wondered whether she had actually got it in her throat! She ran her tongue along its length, pulling the foreskin fully back and licking gently under its sensitive rim. Now and again, she removed it from her mouth completely and rubbed it over her face! I tried, whilst she was giving me this oral pleasure feast, to massage her breasts - to give her some pleasure, as she pleasured me - but she half mumbled, half growled in her throat, moved my hands away and indicated that she just wanted to suck me; that her breasts could wait. I let my hands fall down by my sides and on to the coarse tree trunk. I put them behind me and spread my fingers for maximum stability and leaned back on my rigid arms and closed my eyes. I could feel the harshness of the dry bark under my hands. I dug my fingers deep into it for extra stability and to help me concentrate on something -- anything -- except what was happening to my cock! I was in ecstasy! If she kept this up for much longer, I knew that I would be unable to hold back and that I would be shooting my thick, hot wad into her moist, skilled mouth. I half lay there on that fallen tree trunk, an angel incarnate between my thighs and abandoned myself to the finest blow-job I had ever had........... When nature had finally taken its course - which wasn't long in coming to be honest - and I had fired what felt like a torrent of hot, thick semen into Sarah's skillful mouth, crying out with supreme pleasure as I did so, I slid down off my uneven perch and leaned against its thick, rough surface. I was out of breath and I felt drained. Sarah had released my cock from her grasp after licking the last drops of my offering from its sensitive tip but now, as my feet reached solid ground, she bent once more and started to suck on my slightly softened penis again. Don't you just love a woman who actually enjoys sucking cock? I know I do..............I hardened immediately Sarah used her skilful mouth and tongue to make me come twice more during the following half hour or so. Don't forget, I was only 20 years of age at the time and my ability to 'rise to the occasion' was that of a young man (I wish I could still do it now!). It was whilst we were both taking a breather after my third spending, exchanging numerous deep passionate kisses -- each one tasting to me slightly of my own recent sexual offering - that she finally (almost gratefully it seemed) let me have access to her firm young breasts. If You Go Down in the Woods Today Mark's marriage was on the rocks. He knew it and Linda knew it, but it would be another four years before their two boys finished school and until then they were ploughing on together regardless, each developing their own strategies for coping with the pressure of a failing relationship. For her it was a night out with her friends, to return in the early hours a little the worse for drink and wanting a short but very intense sex session, performed he believed, as much to prove her abstinence while out as from actual need. Nevertheless, he didn't often turn down what was becoming his only access to Linda's body. His safety valve was totally different. Born and brought up in the village he still lived in, he knew the local woodland intimately and would disappear into the peace of nature until he had simmered down from the latest twist in the tortuous trail towards divorce. He had a couple of what he thought of as 'special places', spots within the woods where he found calm, and it was towards one of those that he was headed on this particular day. The place he sought was on the edge of an old wood, where an old elm tree had fallen, its great carcase lying among the flowers and grass of the clearing that its own demise had created. Sometimes, especially on sunny days such as this one, he would sit on the grass and lean back against the fallen trunk, just letting the warmth of a summer sun take away his hurt, but at other times he would clamber on top and straddle it with his back propped up by the torn up root bole. This was his favourite perch of an evening or after dark, because then the shy nocturnal animals made their appearance and he could watch undetected. Foxes, hedgehogs and even badgers, had all trotted past on their nightly foraging, watched only by Mark and the occasional owl. But this was mid afternoon and all he wanted now was to sit and listen to the birds, light a cigarette and let the rest of the world go to hell. It had not been a good Monday and he was looking forward more than ever to reaching his 'unwinding place'. He padded quietly along the path, dappled sunlight lighting his way through the shade of the wood, birdcalls and buzzing insects accompanying him, and his anxieties and stresses already slipping away. Just before the path entered the clearing it looped around the squishy vestiges of a vanished pond, so that it approached the clearing with its fallen elm at an angle, suddenly bursting into the sunlight around the edge of a straggly bush. He was used to this and rarely even looked up from his contemplations until he actually stepped into the full sun, preferring just to wander along and let the path take him there in its own good time. But on this occasion something, perhaps just the rustling of a small creature scuttling through the undergrowth, made him more alert than usual and he paused to glance through the straggly branches that divided him from his destination. His immediate reaction to the girl was one of irritation bordering on rage. How dare one of the enemy intrude on his sanctuary? Were all women determined to make his life miserable, or was she in some kind of conspiracy with his wife? He knew the feelings were irrational and pointless, but he couldn't help a surge of annoyance he felt at finding someone else in 'his' clearing. With some difficulty he pushed his frustration to one side and, as he'd been unexpectedly denied his refuge, he just stood still and gazed between the branches, wondering what to do next. She was obviously totally oblivious to his presence, busy draping a large towel on the fallen trunk and across the ground, and plainly intending to sit and enjoy the peace that he had presumed to find. For a second his annoyance returned with a vengeance and he opened his mouth to challenge her presence. But then, who was he to intervene, just another trespasser on land he didn't own. He watched helplessly as she bent and flexed, straightening her towel and putting her bag within reach, her body supple with youth. He had to admit one thing to himself, she was certainly a looker. Tall and slim, with a mass of honey blonde curls and a well defined figure that was set off by a white blouse and cream skirt and perfectly complimented by long brown legs and slender arms. She turned and he caught sight of her face, well proportioned, with clear lightly tanned skin and a straight nose and full lips under wonderful baby blue eyes. This was just the kind of woman he went for, or he would do if he were unmarried and closer to her age of late teens or early twenties. All irritation was now forgotten as he watched, transfixed by the vision before him. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, he told himself, then I don't expect to behold better. Standing fascinated by his discovery was fine, but, he told himself, now he had to decide what to do about it. Should he quietly steal away and find his other sanctuary beside the lake, or should he make himself known to her, or, as he was inclined, should he just watch this beauty unseen? He acknowledged to himself that 'watching unseen' was a euphemism for spying, but how could it hurt? She would never know and anyway, he would move away as soon as the novelty wore off. But for the moment he was still captivated, and he reached out to take hold of a sapling for support, adjusted his position, and watched. For a moment or two she busied herself fumbling in her bag for something or other, but then she stood up, took a furtive look around, a move that immediately perked Mark's interest, and began to unbutton her blouse. Mark held his breath. When all her buttons were unfastened she looked about her again, and then, apparently satisfied that she was unobserved, she tugged it free from her skirt and shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it fall onto her towel. Another quick nervous glance and her skirt followed, leaving her wearing just a demure white bra and matching panties. Mark could feel himself reacting to the sight, his breathing quickening and his cock trying to lengthen within the confines of his jeans. How far would she go? The answer came soon enough, when she reached around her back to unclip he bra, letting it slide down her arms to be caught and dropped into her bag. Her breasts were small and pert, each topped with a little pink areole and a surprisingly long nipple. Mark's eyes closed momentarily as he absorbed the sight, his thoughts of moving away now pushed into the background. It seemed that having stripped so far the girl's earlier nerves had now been conquered, because this time there was no hesitation. She simply hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, raising one leg at a time to work them over her feet. Then they too joined her bra in the bag and she was naked, her light brown bush catching a golden halo from the sun's rays. She stood and stretched, pushing her arms out to the side, one knee bent and her head cocked to one side as if posing for a classical painting, before turning and folding her legs to lower herself onto the waiting towel. To Mark it was one of the most alluring things he had ever seen, her natural innocence and the unspoilt woodland setting all somehow emphasising her nakedness. She sat for a moment with one knee raised, her hands flat on the floor to support herself and her face turned to the sun, and then, as if satisfied with its warmth, she leaned back with a tiny sigh and smiled happily, closing her eyes and letting her hands rest beside her palms upwards. A leaf obscured Mark's view of her crotch and he moved a little to get a better view, very conscious of the tiny rustling noise he produced and feeling suddenly ashamed of himself. Here he was, a married man of thirty-six, spying on a much younger girl sunbathing in the nude, in what she obviously believed to be total privacy. What if she had heard him move, how could he ever explain himself? But she it seemed that remained blissfully ignorant of his presence and he consoled himself with the thought that, because she didn't know he was there, she would never feel have to bad about it. Suddenly she reacted to something on her front and stared down at herself, both hands quickly brushing down over her breasts, making them bounce seductively in the process. Twice more her hands swept over her bosom, and then, still not convinced that all was well, she raised each breast out of the way in turn and inspected herself skin as much as their petite firmness would allow. Her head went back to rest on the tree and her eyes closed again, but to Mark's delighted surprise, her hands stayed on her breasts, just brushing them at first with her palms, but then gently and tentatively stroking them. Soon palms became fingertips and the stroking took on a sensuous quality, her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue wiped quickly across her pale lips. She began to tease her swelling nipples, softly, languidly, pulling them into peaks, her breathing becoming quick little gasps as her actions became more and more plainly erotic. Mark moved again, just enough so that he could reach down and relieve the pressure on his cock, straightening it against his belly, all the time keeping his eyes on the beautiful stranger, careful that he shouldn't disturb her. There was no question of him challenging her now, or even of him going elsewhere, he was captivated by the gentle display before him. His hand stayed over his bulge, fingers unthinkingly touching himself through his jeans, feeling the rock hard outline of his distended cock as his eyes flitted from her breasts to the soft haze of hair over her pubes. If only.... She was pulling more firmly at her breasts now, her reddening nipples defining small circles in the air as they were tugged around, nipped between her fingertips, and her breasts drawn into mobile white cones of soft flesh. Abruptly she let out a louder intake of breath and her body jerked slightly when one nipple slipped from her grip, the suddenness making Mark jump himself, nervous of discovery. She recaptured her fugitive nipple, gripping it more firmly and pulling both harder, further out from her body as if punishing her both breasts for the one escape. Now she had begun to wriggle a little and her gasps were turning into muted whimpers of arousal. Suddenly her grip changed, she released her nipples and gripped her breasts within her palms, squeezing and kneading the flesh, mauling at it, deliberately mistreating herself as her tongue flickered from her open mouth once more to lick at lips, her eyes squeezed shut and her whimpers becoming louder. Mark felt his fingers gripping at his shaft through the denim in a spontaneous copy of her behaviour. Then once again there was a change in her actions, her back suddenly arched away from the tree, she gripped her breasts even harder, holding onto them as her face contorted, her eyes screwed closed and a faint keening note coming from her wide open mouth. Then her bottom began to push back and forth on the towel and all of a sudden Mark understood. She was in the middle of an orgasm, an extremely controlled but exceptionally intense and almost silent orgasm. It went as quickly as it had come. One moment she was all scrunched up with the muscular spasms of climax, and then she let out her breath with a whoosh and her slender frame suddenly relaxed as she slumped back against the tree, breathing heavily. Mark had never seen a girl come just from her breasts before, although he'd heard that some could, and he was awestruck by it, his mind racing as he wondered if it were possible to make Linda come like that. He shrugged his mental shoulders, even if she could orgasm from her breasts it was unlikely that he'd ever be allowed to do it. He speculated sourly if she had found anyone else to do it for her. Meanwhile the girl, her hands still cupped over her breasts and her hips still performing tiny thrusts from orgasmic aftershocks, was smiling distantly, as if pleased with herself for having made herself come. "Christ, but that was good." The whispered words shocked Mark; he instantly shrank back further into his imperfect cover, sure for the moment that she was addressing him before he realised that her eyes were still shut and that all she was doing was simply thinking aloud. He chided himself on his own nervousness, after all, it was she who had stripped and then played with herself, not him. He stood still, enjoying the sight of her nakedness while he waited to see what would happen next, half hoping that she would simply dress and move on, thereby relieving him of his nagging guilt for spying on her in this most intimate of moments. But then, even as his mind turned the thoughts over, he spotted her hand move, hesitantly tracing a meandering course down her body, over the slight round of her stomach to her hip, and then trailing fingertips down the join of her leg to find the fuzz that marked the beginning of her womanhood. He was holding his breath again, willing her on, unsure of her intention even though she had already demonstrated her arousal once. Would she? Was she about to do it again? Please. He watched and hoped for what seemed an eternity before he was rewarded and her legs parted just enough for her long slim fingers to slip between them. There they paused, stroked, gently explored and then delved between the folds of her flesh, disappearing into her cleft only to reappear a second or so later, the tips of the longest two slick and shiny. Mark traced the outline of his cock, dragging is fingernails over the denim and sensing beautiful vibrations into his hardness. He moaned silently, wanting to imitate her play, but not quite daring to. Her legs parted a little further, widening slightly, letting her explore herself once more, the same two fingers returning to her sheath, going deeper and glistening with her own lubricant as they withdrew. She slid the slippery fingers along her cleft, parting them when they reached her clitoris, circling it, spreading her own juices around it before rubbing across its tip and pressing the tip of one finger against its hood. Her other hand grabbing at her breast, holding the little mound tightly in her palm, squeezing and abusing it, first pulling at it and then squashing it flat against her chest. It had to be hurting, but this was clearly what she wanted, what did it for her, and in what she believed to be solitude she had no inhibitions. Watching, Mark could bear it no longer; his cock was so hard it was hurting. Gradually, carefully, and as quietly as he could, he eased his zip down, teeth clenched against the tiny buzz of its descent and hunching forward to work his rigid length free of his shorts and out through the fly. The day was warm, but still the air felt cool against the heat of his erection and he had to bite his lip to prevent a sigh of pleasure. A quick furtive glance back along the path to be sure he was alone and he began to rub his cock, slowly and lightly stroking himself, eyes bright from excitement and daring. The girl masturbated, unknowingly setting the pace for her watcher as Mark instinctively matched her speed. As her fingers rubbed back and forth across her clit, so his ran back and forth along his cock, both of them working towards their inevitable and excruciatingly wonderful conclusion. He hoped they could come together, audience and performer climaxing at the same moment, but in his heart he knew he would likely lose that race. She had a head start, and had already come once and was very obviously already on her way to another. Mark sped up, wrapping his hand around his shaft and wanking furiously, but to no avail. She got there first, the same long high note issuing from her parted lips as her legs shot out straight, muscles rigid, and her hips jerking and shuddering under the force of her second orgasm. The fingers of one hand rammed themselves into her and remained there, pushed high up inside her, while her other hand gripped her breast and twisted it as if trying to screw the mistreated flesh from her chest. He hesitated, hand motionless around his shaft, enthralled by what he was seeing and forgetting his own needs for the moment, his attention focussed on this angelic looking girl who was behaving so wantonly in front of him. He was both surprised and aroused by her actions, all the more so because of her innocent beauty. She was unwittingly ramping up his own urges, so that for a fleeting and instantly regretted moment, he wanted to race out into the open and ram his weapon deep into her, fucking her until he flooded that innocent pussy with his cream. He shook his head, clearing away the stupid thoughts and waited with his cock in his hand. Her orgasm subsiding now the girl wriggled back, her hands flat on the towel beside her to push herself more upright, compensating for a slide forward brought on by her involuntary thrusts and judders. Then, having made herself comfortable once more she opened her legs again, this time spreading them wide apart, affording Mark his first proper view of her pussy. Even at the distance of four or five metres he could see her labia, puffy and wide, and the entrance to her vagina, shining wet and gaping open. God, how he would love to push his face into that inviting wetness. She was clearly not done yet and he smiled to himself at the thought of more to come, his hand recommencing its soft movement along his shaft. Her eyes were open now and she was looking down at herself, one hand touching her pussy, deliberately spreading her labia even wider, opening herself up to Mark's eager view. The heel of her hand now came to rest on her pubic bone, the fingers were closed together and held out in front almost like a kind of awning over her clit. She looked around again and Mark froze, not wanting to be discovered or to prevent her from whatever she intended, but her gaze swept past and she relaxed, her gaze directed once again to her pussy. To Mark's surprise her fingers were brought down in a quick little slap on her clit, making her gasp and jerk at the sharp contact. She repeated the smack, raising her hand a little away from her pussy and then bringing it smartly down to strike against her clit, with the same obviously pleasurable result. Steadily and rhythmically, at a couple of seconds interval, she smacked her own pussy, gasping with pain and arousal as the slaps became firmer, with a delighted Mark now masturbating hard from behind his screen of twigs and branches. He thought she was intent on bringing herself off again by this unusual means, but after a few minutes, with her pussy now glowing red, she stopped and began to massage herself with two fingers once again. Soon her other hand joined in and two sets of fingers entered her body, delving deep, retreating, caressing her pussy lips, flicking over her clit and then, together or one after the other, entering her and exploring inside her as she sat forward to give herself more scope. Mark watched in a kind of awe, turned on by what he was watching, his hand sliding rapidly up and down his shaft, the very first signs of an embryonic climax stirring in his balls. She squirmed and writhed, gasping occasionally and moaning softly as if she too could feel another orgasm building. Her chest heaved with her own exertion, her legs opened and closed, thighs gripping and then releasing the hands that worked between them. Her eyes were closed again, her teeth biting at her lower lip and her head moving slowly from side to side. Now she had divided her attentions. One hand still plunging into her tunnel but the other had returned to her clit, rubbing and stroking that little bud, making her hips jolt with each pass. Mark could feel the pressure increasing in his scrotum, the fire there building all the time. It was now a case of who would come first, for both were committed to that irreversible course. He peered through the leaves holding a branch out of the way with one hand while the other stroked his cock, his breathing ragged and his muscles tightening as he spied on this young woman masturbating. His senses were in turmoil, not able to handle what was happening, unable to believe his luck at such a performance being enacted in front of him, the sole privileged witness. If You Go Down in the Woods Today Still her hands worked on her pussy, one thrusting deep inside, sometimes rapidly, sometimes languidly, while the other teased and tormented her clit, rubbing it, pinching it, pressing it down on it, but all the time manipulating and playing with it and bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. And then she was there, her pleasure reaching its breathtaking peak, making her back arch and her heels dig into the turf either side of the towel. She slammed her fingers into herself, her natural lubrication making a wet squelching sound as they entered to plunge deep for that last fantastic time. Her head was thrown back, a long sibilant cry issued from her open mouth, and Mark could see her muscles tighten, sinews cording in her neck, behind her knees, even her toes curling in pure ecstasy. He was close himself, he could feel his legs beginning to melt beneath him as the sensations spread along his nerves. He sank to his knees, unable to support himself on jellied legs, and then slumped forward, resting on one arm while the other reached back under him and worked frantically to bring him to climax, and all the time he strained to watch through the leaves and undergrowth. Now on all fours, he wanked frantically, knowing he was seconds away from coming but fearful that she would regain her wits and look about her, or perhaps hear his hand sliding back and forth along his cock. He stared at her from hiding, watching for signs of discovery. Her climax subsided, leaving her body jolting and shaking from continuous aftershocks, she sank back to rest against the trunk, making just little gasps and whimpers now, her breasts still heaving as she fought to regain her breath. Her little mounds were shining with perspiration and pink from their earlier misuse, but their long and still erect nipples were rising and falling erotically, giving Mark a target as he got nearer and nearer to his own release. He fixed his gaze on those inviting buds, his eyes losing focus and his mouth sagging open as he reached his point of no return. His dam burst, his cum raced through his cock to spray it great spurts from the end, each one accompanied by a jerk of his hips as if he were mounting a woman doggy style before him. His head sagged as he tried desperately to prevent himself from calling out and revealing his presence, one hand still propping him up while the other stretched back to pump his balls dry. He watched his semen splatter in dollops across the leaf litter beneath him, spraying brown leaves with his cum, hitting the ground like huge creamy raindrops, seemingly an endless supply as he reached his most powerful orgasm for years. Eventually it did run its course and each spurt became less than the one before, until he was just squeezing and wanking a spent and softening cock. His hand dropped to the ground and he knelt there on all fours, gasping for breath, his body trembling from the power of his climax, unable even to look and see if he remained undiscovered. Finally he looked across, hoping against hope that he hadn't been seen. She standing now, facing the tree and away from him, still naked, her back and bottom pink where they had been so forcefully pressed against the towel that she was now rolling up. He breathed a silent sigh of relief and leaned back on his haunches for a better view. Still nude, she thrust the rolled up towel into her bag and, without worrying about underclothes, reached for her innocent looking blouse and skirt, turning to face in his direction as she bent and stepped into her skirt, miniature breasts silhouetted beneath her. Skirt in place she slid her arms through the sleeves of her blouse and looked down to fasten the buttons, her lovely hair swinging across her face, and then buttons done, she paused, reaching for her bag and still looking downwards, or so it seemed. Abruptly he realised that he could see those wonderful blue eyes beneath their long dark lashes, and they were looking directly towards him. She smiled coyly. 'I'm here every Monday' she mouthed in his direction. He felt the blood drain from his face and turned away, his embarrassment total, wondering how long she had known he was there, and did she actually know who was watching her. He had never met her before, but then, he hadn't been here on a Monday for a long time. He would be next week though. He looked back towards her, just in time to see her skirt sway out of the clearing on the other side. If You Go Down in the... Horny as we both were -- I really don't know how she had resisted my previous attempts to arouse her - I now moved her around so that she was leaning against the tree trunk. It took only a few seconds for me to undo her pretty, flimsy blouse and, with practiced fingers I found and undid the three little hooks on the strap of her small lacy, white bra. The clasp undone, her bra fell forward under the weight of her firm young breasts and as I lifted her now un-needed bra up out of the way and feasted my senses on the prize below, I felt my cock stir yet again.......... Her breasts were perfect! Naturally rounded (no silicone implants in those days remember), firm but not too large; each had at its centre an attractive pink areola and this, in its turn, had at its centre the most beautiful, erect nipple I had ever seen. I lowered my head down to her fleshy orbs and, holding her breasts up and together I flicked the tip of my tongue over each of the hard little buds in turn. I had just settled on one of them - like an insect alighting on a favourite bloom - and begun to suck the rubbery teat into my lusting mouth, nibbling it gently, carefully with my teeth, when she suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and shuddered violently. I heard her moan and cry out and she buried her head into my shoulder to try to stifle some of her cries. I could hardly believe it, she was coming already - and strongly by the look and sound of it -- and I'd hardly touched her. She was pushing herself, her crotch especially, against my body and as I moved my left hand down her taut stomach and up under her skirt she gave another shudder and I felt her open her legs slightly, intent on giving me better access to her sex centre. My searching fingers quickly found her soft panties -- moist now with what I took to be a mixture of sweat and her love juice - and I gently moved them to one side, feeling the soft downy covering of her sex under my hand as I did so. Effortlessly, I inserted my forefinger and index finger into her well-lubricated vagina. She jolted against me as they entered her moist love tunnel, brushing over her clitoris as they went and I felt her bite down harder on to my shoulder. Her arms moved down from around my neck and went around behind me; her fingers dug hard into my lower back. I found her little clitoris with my thumb and as I gently massaged it she seemed to come over and over again; gasping, crying out, gyrating her lithe hips against my hand, spasming until finally - spent and almost unable to stand - she slumped against me and I slowly, gently -- almost reluctantly even - removed my now drenched fingers from her soaking pussy. I looked at her for a few moments, my body coursing with hormones. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by what had just happened between us. Sarah's face was flushed. Her chest was heaving and her eyes sparkled, as only the eyes of a woman who has just come strongly can. I leaned forwards and kissed her -- as she had kissed me when I picked her up earlier that day -- lightly and gently on her lips. She sighed and we stood there just holding each other for a while......... After some minutes -- during which we had exchanged many more kisses and caresses, I suddenly felt the urgent need to be inside her; to fully consummate our passion, to leave my offering of love in her body. I took one of her hands and placed it on my once more erect cock and, as she gripped it, I moved my hips back and forth - gently at first -- then more urgently. My cock - moving through her encircling fingers, simulating intercourse, - left her in no doubt as to my wishes and, letting go of me for a moment she bent to remove her soaking panties, and then her skirt and then she leant back against the tree trunk. I was scrabbling with the packaging of a condom by this time -- sure that she would want me to take precautions like that -- when she took the package from me and put it to one side. She then pulled me towards her and, helping me with her guiding hand, took my raging erection into her body! As I felt myself enter her tight, young vagina I put both of my arms around her neck and kissed her deeply. My tongue entered her mouth -- as it had already done many times before -- and I thrust up into her hot channel as far as I could go. It felt fantastic! Sarah began to sigh softly in time to my thrusts and with each outward movement of my now soaking wet penis, I could feel her tight, moist sex-lips clasping at it, trying to hold on to it, as if begging it not to leave them. With each inward thrust, I felt those same lips open, as if now welcoming me inside her, permitting the passage of my man-flesh into her most secret place and, when fully engaged, I felt too the hard little bud of her clitoris pressing on the top of my cock. And so we made love there together, leaning against that old fallen tree. When it was over and we were both finally spent, we leaned there - breathing deeply - and my softening penis slipped from her moist channel. I stood back, gazing on her almost naked form and was excited to see some of my love juice trickle from between her engorged outer lips and down her inner thighs. She pushed her thighs together as if trying to hold it inside and I saw her idly, stroke her hand over her moist, matted pubic thatch. Looking straight at me, she dipped a finger into her perfect vagina, just inside the puffy outer lips and scooped up some of our combined love up with it. She moaned softly as she rubbed it around her clitoral zone and after a few moments she lifted her fingers to her lips and gently, lovingly almost, sucked them clean! Once more I put my arms around her neck and again, as I kissed her tenderly on her sweet mouth my cock twitched hopefully......... *************** So there you have it, some of what we got up to on our first date. As I said before, I think Sarah was a bit of a nympho, because some of the stuff we got up to whilst we were together (and after we split up too come to think of it) wouldn't be out of place in a porno film. But that'll have to wait for another time. Hey, maybe if you'd like to read some more about what Sarah and I did together, you'll drop me a line? If you're interested, I'm sure I can let you know of a few more things that happened. Who knows, maybe you can let me know your feelings on whether or not Sarah was a raging nympho? Oh well then, until next time perhaps? Cheers.