0 comments/ 19831 views/ 1 favorites Outdoors By: EroticDeux On one of the last nice days before our hot spring got washed out, we took a drive up the river during the school day, and found our hot springs nice and empty. She loves sex, and she loves sex outside. She loves the excitement of the possibility of getting caught. She loves being free and unrestrained from clothes. I can get her to webcam almost anytime as long as her face isn't showing. She'll show her pussy, masturbate, give me a blow job and have sex- all on cam. We have taken multiple pictures and video of us having sex over the years. She knows that I contribute pictures of her to various amateur web sites. As much as she loves the comments She does not actually want anyone to physically see us have sex. The plan on this day was to shoot video and pictures of us in the hot spring. When we arrived, we found it empty, and conditions perfect. The hot spring is poised at the river's edge, partially secluded, but in clear view from anyone crossing the bridge, and anyone directly across the river. It is secluded from anyone approaching until they are right on top of the hot spring. The back of the spring is recessed into a short cave. I took off all my clothes and got in. She was in a bikini, and got in, then took the bikini off. I was hard in seconds. She wasted no time as he stroked my cock. I fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit. She went to the edge of the hot springs and I entered her from behind. She was slick and my cock easily slid in and out to the hilt. She is shaved. There is no better feeling than my shaved cock, sliding into her shaved wet pussy. I reached around and fingered her clit as we fucked. She shuddered and came. The water in the hot spring sloshing at the edges. We changed positions and she straddled me, my cock deep in her pussy. We were at the edge of the hot springs, in plain view of everyone, from the bridge or from across the river. I was alternating between kissing her neck and sucking on her tits when another couple came up and approached. They were on us in seconds, and I know knew exactly what we were doing. We were both frozen at first, unsure of what to do. The water was murky, and I was satisfied to just sit there at the edge-nobody could see anything- with my cock in her, and her straddling me. But she slid off me leaving me with my hard cock sticking up. She went to the back of the spring and put her bikini on. I waited for a few minutes as the other couple stripped their clothes off. My erection mostly subsided, and I got out stood naked in front of them and got dressed. They were both a little older than the both of us, and the man told us not to worry about it and tried to get us to stay. I snuck a peek at the other woman as she slid into the spring. She had a small shaved patch, unlike my wife's totally shaved box. The man, obviously was beginning to get aroused. We hiked back to the car and drove down the road and found a secluded spot to finish what we started. After we left the hot springs we drove up the road to finish what we started, taking pictures and having outdoor sex. I found a spot about a half mile up the road, secluded and next to the creek where we had sunbathed naked a summer ago. It was a little chilly to be out of the hot springs. I had no problem getting immediately naked, and she did finally strip for me and go to work giving me a blow job. She is an expert at sucking my cock, and does it with precision and finesse that brings me to the brink. She wrapped her hand lightly around my cock, and worked her fingers around my shaft as she sucked, tugging slightly with each suck. Heaven. She stopped and we started fucking standing up facing each other, and then finally from behind, with her grinding her ass into me while she came again. I finally blew my load in her. We goofed around and took some more photos with the leaves covering her various private parts. I thought we were done with pictures and sex, but by the time we got back down the road, ready to go for a trail run, the other couple was gone and we went back to the hot springs. This time we did have an audience from the Fish and Wildlife Department. We got ready to go for a trail run, and drove back to the hotsprings parking lot to find that the other couple had left. We figured, what the hell, we were having a great time being naked, and being naughty, so we went back and she immediately stripped and got in. As I was standing there taking photos, an official looking truck pulled up on the bridge. Two men stood at the bridge for a short time, and started throwing fish into the river from the bridge. Its "recycled steelhead" that swim into a trap, and then they truck them to a location like this bridge, and throw them back so the fishermen can catch the same ones again. I was still clothed, she was naked, and sitting at the edge of the springs. They stood and watched us, and I finally figured, "What the fuck?" and got naked and got into the springs. We were down low, still at the edge of the hot springs. She straddled me, and I put my now hard cock back into her pussy. They were still on the bridge, and although they could not see exactly what we were doing, we were having sex in front of them. She pressed her pelvis hard into me and came in short order. We continued this for about ten minutes, until the Fish and Wildlife folks drove off. We got out and went back to the car. I drove her out of the parking lot and over to a side road where I made her slip off her pants and I fucked her standing up at the edge of her seat. I finally came, and we drove home, just in time to get the kids from school. Outdoors I'd first like to thank a very special friend who has helped me with editing my works. You ARE the best. ====== The day had come again. Another Saturday for Rob's 'tradition'. It had started out as something innocent: going for a walk in the forest, taking in the beautiful scenery . . . smelling the familiar scents . . . feeling completely isolated and alone. He could remember sitting on a warm rock, overlooking a valley at the end of his walk. He loved the feeling of the sun warming his skin. He'd lean back on his hands and take in the silence of it all. Rob loved every second of it. It seemed like a great thing to do. His job in the city was constant hustle and bustle, seeing nothing but the concrete jungle day in and day out. He'd convinced himself that he needed something to clear his mind, and so Rob's Saturday tradition began. He'd start by driving out of the city to a remote area in the mountains, park the car, and set off on an afternoon hike through the beautiful trees and rocks, sometimes getting lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the local wildlife. He always felt truly and 100% alone. One of those Saturdays, years ago, was particularly warm. As his walk progressed, Rob took his shirt off, tucking it into his backpack. In the open areas, he'd stop, relish in the quiet of it all, and look around. His skin glistened with sweat as he called out, "Helloooo!" He could hear the echo bounce off the sheer cliff faces on the other side of the valley. He listened; more silence. Rob had long considered himself a 'closet nudist'. He loved being naked at home, but never got the nerve to shed all of his clothes in public. Sure, he wanted to, but he was a little too self-conscious to really dive in. He never really knew why, either. He was a little pudgy, agreed, but wouldn't consider himself fat and he tried to take care of himself by working out and eating well. "What the hell!" he said out loud to no one in particular. He dropped his backpack off of his bare shoulders onto the rock in front of him. He took a quick look around him before sliding his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. He slid both the shorts and underwear down in one swoop, letting them pool around his hiking boots. He stood up and took a breath, smiling to himself proudly. Rob looked around again, half expecting to see a group of horrified onlookers standing behind him. No one was there. He was alone, and he loved it. He gathered up his shorts and boxers, jammed them into his knapsack, and carried on with his walk, his manhood swinging in the wind as he marched his way towards the rocky perch that was his finish line. It was about another hour before he reached his destination, and Rob was filled with pride. He'd finally been able to feel the warmth in his whole body. His fantasy, something he'd often wondered about, had just become a reality; it added a new dimension to his Saturday traditions. Once he reached his rock, the sun was starting to set. Rob laid his t-shirt down, covering the rock as he sat down. He sipped from his water bottle, sweat still beading over his body. He looked down, caught another glimpse of his fully nude body, and smiled. "I wonder . . ." he said out loud, before reaching out to his still soft shaft, toying with it with his fingers. It responded by throbbing to life, bouncing a little harder with every touch. As Rob looked around again and once more to make sure nobody was standing over his shoulder, he started to slowly stroke his growing member. It didn't take long before he was fully erect and his strokes started gaining speed. Moans escaped his lips as his hand stroked faster, tingles rushing through his body. Before he knew it, Rob groaned loudly, his relief echoing through the valley, and his orgasm wracking his body. Stream after stream of jizz landed on the rock in front of him and his stroking slowed. "Wow! That was quick," Rob admitted to himself out loud. He sat there for a few more minutes before gathering his things and walking back down the path, still naked. Rob went home and never told anyone about his tradition. He feared being judged for walking in the nude, let alone for his masturbatory antics that followed. Nonetheless, he vowed to continue to do it at least once a month. And so he did. Nothing changed for months. He'd strip down, walk up the same trail to the same rock, get there around the same time, watch the sun go down and reach a climax before marching back down the trail. Until last Saturday. "Helloooo!" he called, as he normally did. He heard no answer. His body was already expecting what would come next and his cock was already nearly at full attention before his hand touched it for the first time. Again he worked his shaft, using his pre-cum as lube, the head shining in the setting sun as he moaned and groaned to orgasm. His cum splashed on the rock in front of him, but this time as his strokes slowed he heard what sounded like a stick snapping behind him. He turned quickly to look, but didn't see anyone. "Don't be stupid. There's no one there," Rob said to himself. He heard what sounded like footsteps hurrying away. Rob's mind immediately filled with a mix of fear and excitement. He'd hoped that whoever saw him wasn't on their way to the authorities, but he loved the idea of being watched. Still, he wasn't about to sit around and wait for whoever that was to come back. He gathered his stuff and headed back down the path. Through the week, he couldn't help but to think back about what happened. His heart would beat a little faster when he envisioned what would have happened had he actually caught the person who managed to catch him. He decided he wouldn't wait for another month to go by before heading back to the rock; he'd go the very next weekend. It was the same ritual. Strip, walk, and sit. This time he'd wait a little while before he would start to play with himself. He leaned back, using his knapsack as a pillow, and then drifted off to sleep. He was startled awake when he felt soft hands sliding up his thighs and wrapping around the soft shaft of his cock. He gasped and opened his eyes trying to focus on the figure that was kneeling on the rock in front of him. The sun was right in his line of vision, nearly blinding him. He could barely make out a shadowy female figure. The sun reflected off the skin of her back, so he worked out that she must be naked as well. "Shhh. It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you. I've been watching you and thought you might need a little help," said the soft and reassuring voice. Rob didn't know why, but he trusted her. Maybe it was because he had no choice, with her fingers already wrapped around him. Her lips weren't far behind either, as she slowly started by kissing the head and then taking his soft cock in her mouth. That feeling of fear and excitement that he'd felt on his first adventure had returned. His body once again tingled at the feeling of a stranger's lips wrapped around his most vulnerable part. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft and he moaned gently. She masterfully went to work, first gently stroking and sucking, coaxing Rob's cock alive. When she had him good and firm, she slid her hand up and down following the motion of her mouth. It wasn't long before she was able to taste the first drop of pre-cum on her tongue. Rob watched with his hands by his side. She looked up as his cock popped out of her mouth. She smiled and then started to lick his shaved balls, stroking his cock quickly as he provided his own lube. Grabbing onto his shaft with both hands she plunged his cock deep into her mouth gagging a little as it touched the back of her throat. She didn't stop. Instead, she kept stroking and sucking until she had Rob thrusting his hips into her face. Without warning he groaned loudly and shot stream after stream of thick white cum into her mouth. She flinched a little, but continued milking Rob of every last drop. She made sure to catch any drops that had escaped out of the corners of her mouth, giggling as she licked her fingers. She winked at him, and then left, quickly and quietly disappearing into the forest. "Wait! What's your name? Who are you?" Rob yelled. But his voice was only met with the echo off the cliffs across the valley. He packed up and made his way back down the path towards his car, not really believing what just happened. He decided to go back to his spot the next weekend in hopes of a repeat . . . but he would find himself alone. Outdoors at the Golf Course And so it begins, As I sat in my jeep, I thought about his picture and his profile and tried to recapture our last conversation in my mind. A smile came to my face as I recalled how he had made me laugh and how much I loved that he was spontaneous enough to meet me the next day after our first talk. I was soooo excited sitting there, waiting for him to show up, my stomach in knots wondering if he would be interested in me or whether he would not be attracted to me at all. Then, he arrived. Because of the sun, it was hard to see in through the windshield, so I waited for him to get out of the car. The first thing to catch my eye, was an incredibly long arm with a tattoo on the shoulder and then.. I saw him and he smiled and I melted. I had known he was cute, but I had no idea that he was going to be so well built, and found myself saying hello, but wanting to run my hands under his shirt and pull it up over his head so that I could look at his bare chest. I secretly hoped that he would have a bit of chest hair, enough that I could play with, twirl with my fingers, and lay my head against. There was no hug, at first, just the two of us smiling at each other and enjoying the company while we batted some balls around. And after goofing around, hitting and missing some balls, getting a little winded, we went for some dinner at Boston Pizza. It was so nice to see him friendly with the waitress and the people around us. After dinner we found ourselves back at the golf course late at night, all alone in the parking lot. We got out of the jeep and were standing leaning against his car when we decided to go for a walk on the course. As we walked in the open field, we finally had our first kiss, quick but nice and left me wanting for more. I had been thinking all night about how I wanted his arms around me, for him to pull me in close so I could open my mouth and body to his touch. We walked back to the cars and the more we talked, the closer we moved towards each other. At one point I was leaning back against his truck, with his body pressed against mine and I could feel our chests pressing together and I wanted to feel more, feel his hands all over me, feel him pushing up my shirt and grabbing my breasts. Oh and that tongue of his, the way he circled my lips with his tongue – darting in and out – starting so gently and then pushing his tongue in deeper and harder just made me so wet thinking of him pushing into my pussy with his cock. As he leaned his back against the car, I turned my back to him and leaned against him, allowing him access to my body, wanting his hands to feel every inch of me. I spread my legs and bent forwards and started rubbing my ass up and down and in circles on his crotch – rubbing him through his jeans – feeling his hardness as I pressed against him. Then as I leaned up against him I felt his hands forcing their way down my jeans, down over my stomac , down into my pussy. I heard him moan when his fingers hit my wetness and my gasping as I felt his fingers slide up and down my pussy lips, hearing the wetness and then when they pushed into me, I was helpless. Leaning against his body for support, I felt his fingers sliding up and down over the lips, pressing deeper and deeper inside me. His other hand moving to my breast and gently pinching my nipple. I put my arms around his neck, allowing him to touch whatever he liked as moved my body against his, wriggiling under his fingers, as he brought me closer and closer to cumming. I tried to be quite but I wanted to moan louder, scream out his name as his fingers moved quicker, pushing in and out… feeling his squeezing my breast and feeling my nipple inbetween his fingers (rolling and pinching my nipple) until I could take no more, could hold on no longer as I felt the warmth start to spread thru my body, the clenching of my pussy, the shaking as the orgasm ripped thru my body. I slumped against him, my chest open to the air, his hand down my pants, my legs feeling rubbery. He moved me aside quickly as he opened his truck door and turned me around. He quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off my legs. I was now bare from the waist down. He sat me down in his front seat, facing outwards and he unzipped his pants, pulled them down, just enough for me to see the huge buldge in his pants. I then saw his cock spring out when he pulled his pants down even farther. I couldn’t see his face, just his cock in front of me, hard, pointing towards me. I felt his hands reach in and gently grab my head and move it towards him. I eagerly opened my mouth and tasted him for the first time. I touched the tip with just my tongue, tasting the saltiness as he too was ready for me and had just a bit of precum at the end. I dipped my tongue into him and then started swirling my tongue around and around moving my mouth down his shaft. I could feel his hands in my hair, gently but firmly pulling me closer to him as he began to fuck my face – slowly..his hips moving back and forth as I opened my mouth wider for him, felt him go further down my throat, could hear him moaning louder as he called out that he was close to coming. I wanted to please him like he had me, I wanted to hear him cum, I needed for him to come inside me. As I sucked harder and moved my mouth up and down quicker, I felt him pull out and roughly tell me to turn around. I quickly turned around and bent over so that my ass was in the air, my knees on his seat and my head bent down in the passenger seat. I felt his fingers at my legs, pushing them apart further and then felt his tongue on my pussy. Could feel his tongue licking my lips from behind, travelling from my pussy all the way up to my ass and back down again. Back and forth, not penetrating but driving me crazy with the sensation – wanting him to push in anywhere, getting wetter and wetter with wanting him in my body. I feel one finger gently slide into my pussy for just a quick second and then just as quickly he pushed into my butt hole and started moving his finger in and out .. I couldn’t help pushing against him, wanting more… calling out ‘Tony, I need to feel you inside me, please, please put your cock into me, anywhere just get inside” and then I felt the finger come out of me and felt his hands on my hips as he pushed deep and hard into my pussy. I screamed with the sensation, of his filling me so hard and quickly. His strong arms held me there, as he grabbed my hips and thrust into me, slow at first, then I could feel his hips moving in circles and once again I was close to cumming. I told him that I couldn’t hold on much longer, as he continued to thrust into me, again and again… I could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer, I started to push back against him, go in time with him, squeezing my muscles inside , making my pussy as tight as I could as I heard him tense up, I heard him say ‘oh Sue” as he started cumming and I could hold on no more as I moaned with him, once again feeling an orgasm rip through my body. As I felt him pull out of my body, I saw him move over to my jeep and sit down in the seat. I came out to him and grabbed his head in my hands as I gave him a deep long kiss and then moved down his body, over his chest, down to his cock, resting against the side of his hips. I smiled up at him, as he knew that I wanted to taste both of us, his juices and mine as I took him into my mouth. As he sat there resting, I tenderly sucked on him, drawing him into my mouth, my tongue taking huge long licks up his shaft, up his chest and back down to his balls. I gently took his balls one by one into my mouth and then once again, I took a long, slow, wet lick up and down his cock and up his chest to his nipples. I sucked gently on each nipple and travelled back down. I felt his hands on the back of my head as I settle down, happily sucking on him, feeling him in my mouth, soft and tasty, taking my time, enjoying him.. until, I felt it start moving in my mouth, felt as he started to harden And the story continues…….