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Forest Frolic

By: Scott_Harper



Max stopped and tightened his grip on Janet's hand. "How about we stop here?" he asked, waving his free hand to indicate the sunlight-dappled spot of the forest and the small, crystal-clear stream that bubbled by a few feet away.

Janet shrugged, dropping her backpack to the ground. "Sure."

Max smiled and dropped his own pack. He sat on the ground, gently pulling her down with him.

Janet smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm glad we were both able to get the day off work to come out hiking like this."

"Me, too, hon. I've really missed you lately."

Janet leaned against him. "I've missed you, too." Then she reached for her backpack and pulled out an energy bar and a bottle of water. "You going to eat while we're stopped?"

Max pulled her back against him, embracing her tightly. "I might. But I've got other things more important to do first." He kissed her, starting softly, then pressing his lips to hers harder, more passionately.

Janet responded by throwing her arms around him and drawing them even more closely together.

"I love you, Janet!"

She kissed him hard, sucking on his lip, then said, "I love you, too, Max."

He brushed her long auburn hair out of her face and stared into her bright green eyes. "This place is great, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is."

"Special."

"Yes."

"We could make it even more special. If you wanted."

Janet looked at him, her head tilted ever so slightly to one side. "Max... We've had this discussion before. I know you want to make love to me. Believe me, I want the same thing. But not before we're married. Okay?"

Max felt his spirits dropping. "Our wedding isn't for another four months. And you've already made me wait over a year."

She smiled. "So the next four months should be nothing for you." She kissed him again. "Just think what our wedding night will be like! You'll be my first, Max. You know that. I know you've been with other women, but I've never been with a man before. Not like that. It'll be special."

"It'll be special whenever we do it, Janet. Why not here?"

"In the outdoors where anyone might see us?"

Max sighed. "There's no one else around for miles, babe. No one will see us."

"Max... Darling... I'm sorry. But it doesn't feel right. Wait till our wedding night. Please? For me?"

Max sighed again and leaned over to kiss her. "Okay. For you." He tried to ignore the blatant arousal making itself felt in his shorts.

"If just kissing me turns you on that much, just think what your reaction will be when we're finally in bed together!"

"What?"

Giggling, Janet lightly stroked her hand across his groin.

Max felt his stiff cock jerk in response to her touch. "You'll feel me up through my clothes, but you won't let me make love to you?"

"I want to save that, Max."

Watching her, he took a deep breath and asked, "Do I at least get to see you naked before our wedding night?"

"Max..."

"It's a legitimate question! Do I get to see your hot little body bare before then or not?"

She grinned and kissed him lightly. "Maybe."

"When?"

"I don't know."

"How about now?"

"You're joking!"

"I'm not."

"I can't!"

"Yes you can."

She hesitated, then said, "We're in public!"

Max glanced around, then looked back at her, locking his gaze with hers. "If you define 'public' as being out in a secluded area of the woods with absolutely no one else around for a good six miles, then, yes, we're in public." He stood up and pulled off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she rose with him, uncertainty in her voice.

"You've never seen me naked, either. Come on. Off with your clothes! Time to see and be seen!"

Her face reddened and she glanced away. "Max, I..."

"What?" he asked, kicking off his hiking boots.

"If someone else came along I'd die of embarrassment!"

"I promise you, no one else is going to see you. Just me. The man you're marrying in four more months. The man who'd do anything to make you happy. The man who loves you more than life itself. The man who is going to not only see you completely naked in four months, but who is going to make mad, passionate, hot, steamy love to you. The man who-"

"Okay!" Janet laughed, slipping her tee shirt over her head.

Max stared at her. He couldn't help it. Her petite body was slightly tanned and her small breasts were held by a white bra, the color of the fabric contrasting with her skin tone.

Janet kicked off her shoes, then stopped. "That's all you've taken off, so that's all I'm taking off. You want to see more, you've got to show more."

Max shook his head. "My chest is bare. Yours isn't."

"Max..."

"Hey! It's not my fault I don't need to wear a bra!"

Janet grinned, though he could tell she was trying not to. Finally she unlatched her bra and slid it off, affording his a wonderful view of her petite, perky breasts with their rosy pink nipples.

Max laughed. "That's my girl!" Unbuckling his belt, he quickly unfastened his denim shorts and let them fall. Stepping out of them, he moved closer to her.

Janet placed the palms of both her hands flat on his chest. "Not too close. This is just so each of us can see the goods. Okay? For more, you've got to wait." She matched him by slipping out of her own denim shorts.

Max was in awe of her flawless skin, so smooth and silky. "You've got an incredible body!"

She blushed deeper. "You've touched it often enough that I'm sure you already know the curves by heart."

He nodded. "Yeah, but... seeing you for the first time..." Realizing that there was still more to see, he quickly stripped out of his white briefs and tossed them aside. When he looked back, Janet was staring fixedly at his raging hard-on as it bounced with his movements. "Like what you see?"

She only nodded at first, then said, "Very much so, yes. I knew, from touching you before, that it was big. But... I didn't realize just how big!"

Max watched her as she stared at his cock. He hoped she was thinking of how good it was going to feel when she finally allowed him to slide his fat, seven-inch-long erection deep inside of her.

He cleared his throat. She jerked a bit, as if startled, then her eyes met his face. He raised his eyebrows a bit and said, "I've shown you everything. Now it's your turn."

Moving slowly, as if still uncertain, Janet hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Then she stopped and said, "You haven't shown me everything. Turn around."

Max hesitated, then spread his arms at his sides and turned slowly, letting her see his nude body from all sides. When he was facing her once more, he said, "Your turn, babe."

Swallowing hard, her hands actually shaking a bit, Janet slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

Max's jaw dropped at the sight of her smooth, perfectly hairless pubis. "Oh..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I... I didn't know you shaved down there."

Janet's lovely pixie face registered horror. "You don't like it?"

"That's not it at all! I love it! I'm just shocked, that's all."

She breathed an audible sigh of relief.

"Come on," he told her. "I had to show you everything."

Still moving hesitantly, she spread her arms at her sides and turned slowly, allowing him a view from all angles. Facing him again, she smiled and asked, "Like what you see?"

"I do. You're gorgeous."

Her face reddened even more as she bent to pull her panties back on.

"Wait."

She froze. "Why?

"Well, you've seen my genitals in all their glory. I've only gotten a bit of a peek at yours. Would you mind showing me more?"

"Do I have to?"

He sighed, not wanting to make her more uncomfortable than she already was, but also very much wanting to see her. "No," he said. "You don't. But I'd really like to see."

Janet straightened and smiled at him. "Since you'll be seeing it - and doing even more with it! - in a few months anyway..." She turned her back to him, bent at the waist, reached back, and spread herself open for him.

Max's breath caught at the sight of her beautiful pink virgin pussy. She was wet, damp with desire in spite of her obvious nervousness.

"Thank you, babe. I love you."

"I love you, too," she said, turning back to face him and bending to pull on her panties.

"Wait."

She stood, smiling. "Now what? You've seen everything."

He nodded. "I saw that you're wet, too."

Her blush burned even more brightly red across her cheeks. "Max!"

"You showed me! How was I supposed to not notice."

"So why did you want me to wait?"

"Well, you're turned on. And so am I. Why don't we deal with that before we get dressed and finish our hike?" He saw the look on her face and held up a hand, saying, "I don't mean sex. Not with each other, anyway. But we could watch one another... You know..."

She looked stunned. "Masturbate?" she said softly, as if embarrassed by the word.

He nodded.

"No. Max. I'm sorry. But..."

"What?"

"I was just looking at how hard you are. And you're dripping!"

"Told you I'm turned on."

"How will you get that back into your shorts?"

"It won't be easy."

She laughed. "Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"You're right. We're both turned on. We both need relief. One of us more blatantly obvious than the other. Let's do what you wanted. Let's masturbate for each other."

"Really?"

"Yes." She dropped to the ground, sitting atop her discarded clothing as she said the word.

Max sat on his own clothing pile. "Janet. It was only a suggestion. You don't have to do this. Not if you don't want to."

She smiled. "I do want to. I do it thinking about you all the time anyway." She laughed at his expression and continued. "This will be fun. And, whenever I get myself off thinking of you, I always wonder if you do the same, thinking of me. This time I'll know for sure. Besides, as you said, this is a special place. This will make it even more special for us."

Max's cock twitched as he looked at her. "After we're married, let's come back out here. To this spot."

"And make love?"

"Yes."

Her smile grew. "Okay. But for now..." She trailed off, closing her eyes as she caressed her tight, hard nipples.

Max took hold of his dick and began to stroke it gently, watching his betrothed massage and kneed her little breasts.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze instantly falling to his busy hand. She slid one of her own delicate hands down over her flat belly to her hairless twat and slid a finger inside herself.

"I can't wait till that's you there, Max, instead of my finger!"

At her words, at the sight before him, Max began to stroke faster, already feeling the building of his soon-to-be orgasm.

Janet watched him very intently as she kept one hand on her chest, flitting from nipple to nipple, and her other hand, now drenched in her juice, administered to her pink gash.

"I want to feel your massive dick in me, Max. I want to look down and see it sliding in and out of my virgin hole on our wedding night! I want to feel you climax inside of me, shooting your hot load deep inside my body!"

Max groaned, jerking his cock faster and faster. Then he bellowed as a massive jet of hot, white cream spurted from his satiny purple cock-head and splashed onto his chest. Roaring in pure animal lust, he jerked faster, coaxing two more blasts of cum before he slowed, breathing heavily.

Janet was staring at him in awe, her own hands still busily tending to her own aroused erogenous zones. In a few moments, her breath hitched and she scooted down a bit, splaying her lean legs wider, giving Max an exquisite view of her sopping twat as she scrubbed her clit. She screamed, the sound shrill and high, her head thrashing from side to side. Musky juice spurted from her pussy, filling the forest air with her luscious scent. She groaned, drawing the noise out, undulating it, as she bucked her slim hips against her hand until finally, spent, she collapsed.

Max stared at the love of his life, wanting to draw her into his arms and hold her. Yet, knowing that she would think he was trying for something more and become upset by the action, he simply sat and watched as her breathing slowed to normal and she opened her eyes, beaming at him.

"I love you, Janet."

She sat up, her gaze moving quickly from his face, to his semen-soaked chest, to his still half-erect cock, and back. "I love you, too, Max. You're a mess, though!"

He grinned and leaned forward, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her orgasm. "You're a bit sticky, too."

Janet stood, juice dripping from her pussy to the leaf-strewn grass at her feet. She reached out, offering her hand to him. Max took it and rose with her, loving the feel of her warm juice smearing between their palms. She led him toward the nearby stream, saying, "Why don't we give each other a quick bath before getting dressed?"

Forest Frolics



There was one occasion, a year or two later, where we did get it together with Pete and Nattie at once, but it certainly wasn't in the same room. We were visiting them for a short holiday (they'd moved down to the New Forest area), and it was a lovely sunny day, so we decided to take a picnic out into the Forest. We packed up lunch, called in at an off-licence for a couple of bottles of wine, and drove off to what they described as "a private picnic spot" that they knew.

On arrival, we left the car in the car park and set off on foot down the forest paths. I found that a walk in the woods with Nattie was a genuinely educational experience - she knows almost everything there is to know about woodland plants, insects, fungi and stuff like that. And she would make a good forest ranger or something, she explains it all so well. As we walked along, she was constantly pointing out things to look at - she's almost as good as one of those David Attenborough wildlife videos, but much sexier and without the more revolting close-ups!

Anyway, after getting a bit off the beaten trails and picking our way between a few bramble bushes, we got to the place that they were aiming for. It was a largish clearing with a small stream running right through it, and was several hundred yards from any of the frequently-used paths, (or so they assured us), and so was reasonably private. 

What's more, the stream entered and left the clearing at spots where old trees had fallen across it and then become overgrown, so even if you were following the stream it wasn't that obvious.

We all larked about with the water for a bit - Pete and I decided we really had to practise damming the stream, so that we'd be able to do it properly to entertain kids whenever we had any. Well, you've got to think ahead, haven't you?

Soon all of us were splashing around in the water. That was quite interesting in itself, as neither Trish nor Nattie was wearing anything very substantial, what with the warm weather. A wet tee-shirt competition had nothing on it!

Then the girls opened up the picnic supplies, and we all set about stuffing ourselves with good nosh, and slurping away at the wine. 

Of course, warm sun, full bellies and plenty of wine took their toll, and we soon all started to feel sleepy, so we just lay back on the grass and dozed off.

I suppose it must have been about half an hour later that I came to, badly needing a pee; so I slipped off into the woods to find a convenient tree to irrigate. On coming back, I saw that Nattie had woken up too; but our respective spouses were still dead to the wide.

"Are you still sleepy, or d'you fancy a stroll?" she whispered to me. "There's a spot near here where a bunch of New Forest ponies sometimes come to graze, if you'd like to see them." 

I always liked animals, so I agreed readily. "Just wait while I have a quick wee, too." She moved behind a tree to relieve herself, but carried on talking to me in a stage whisper. "Bring your camera when we go," she said, "you might get some lovely snaps". So we set off, leaving Trish and Pete still snoring drunkenly.

Nattie led me along some paths for perhaps half a mile or so, and soon came to the pony place. It was another clearing, with a pathway out to the moors, and offering a bit of shade to the ponies. Sure enough, there were a dozen or so of the cute little beasts there. 

Most of them were nervous of us, of course, but one little chap came right up to me and started nosing my pocket where I'd put an apple for afters - he obviously had a good sense of smell. 

Oh, well, I wasn't that worried about the apple - I decided to give it to him, and he allowed himself to be petted for a minute or two while we bargained over it. I handed it over, and took a couple of close-up photos of the little critter while he munched his booty.

Nattie started to pet and stroke him a bit too, then leant some weight against him - he seemed a bit nervy for a moment, then just stood there as she gradually put more weight on him while we both petted him. Eventually, she said "I think he'll let me ride him - I'm going to try! Keep your camera ready!"

She grinned at me, unfastened the belt of her wrap-around dress and shrugged it off. She tossed it to me. As I'd already spotted when we were splashing about in the stream, she was mother-naked under it; and she promptly got onto the pony - who looked a bit surprised, but then didn't seem to mind much. (Well, would you?) 

Nattie declaimed, "Alright, then - how's this for Lady Godiva? Go on, take a snap or two for us to surprise Trish and Pete with!"

Needless to say, I snapped several shots of her on and with the pony. After a couple of minutes she got off him again, and I got a lovely "Candid Camera" shot as she slipped and only just put her hands down in time to save herself from landing on her bare bum. Lovely position she was in - her knees apart and her pussy, wide open, pointing straight at me!

Then I nearly had a heart attack - I heard voices coming our way from out on the moor. "Look out, someone's coming!" 

I threw her dress to her, and she quickly wrapped it round her shoulders, pulling it closed and holding it shut with one hand, just in time as a couple of brawny young farmer types walked into view from another path.

"Lovely day, in't it?" one of them said to us. We made polite conversation for a minute or two - they were apparently some sort of keepers for the pony herd - and then we walked back towards the picnic glade and the others, with Nattie giggling fit to bust.

"Oh, God, that was close!" she said. "I'll tell you what, though, nearly getting caught like that hasn't half made me feel hot and randy. I need to cool off a bit!" 

She started walking faster. I realised then that she still hadn't actually bothered to refasten her dress; as she walked along she now released her hold on it, so that it lifted in the breeze. To all intents and purposes, she was now striding along naked, with the dress floating behind her a bit like Dracula's cloak. I followed, watching appreciatively, and took the opportunity to snap a couple more shots of her. 

As we got close to the glade, Nattie slowed down so that the dress dropped back round her in a more-or-less decent fashion, and sort of pulled it together again, although she still didn't bother to actually refasten it. "I say," she whispered as we got within earshot of the clearing, "Do you hear what I hear?"

There was this funny grunting and slapping noise coming from where our spouses were ...

We quietly rounded a bush and came in sight of Trish and Pete, and guess what they were doing? Yes, you guessed! Pete's trousers were around his ankles, Trish's skirt was up round her waist and she was lying back with her legs wide open and Pete between them. They hadn't noticed us coming; they were far too busy trying to make each other come!

Nattie nudged me and put a finger to her lips. "Looks like we interrupted something - let's not spoil it for them. But do take a quick photo!" she whispered. "It'll make lovely blackmail material!"

I did as instructed - it would certainly make a great one to show them, after the Lady Godiva snaps of Nattie, once I developed them.

Then Nattie practically dragged me off to another patch of soft grass, a couple of hundred yards away. "I was feeling randy already", she said, "but now I'm bloody rampant! Come on, Dave, get a move on and your trousers off! I want a fuck; and since my husband's shagging your wife, you can fuck me, can't you?"

Well, was I going to argue? Nattie's dress was back off again in a trice, and my trousers followed suit. Unlike Pete, I took them right off. I don't really like screwing with them round my ankles anyway, and Nattie gives a lovely blow-job, which isn't all that comfy if your ankles are fastened together!

Ten seconds later, we were banging away on the grass ourselves. Now, Nattie's quite an energetic lady when she climaxes, and the extra excitement of doing it in the open air obviously had an effect too. She was very vocal when she came. Her grunts and moans of ecstasy were all I needed to bring me off too. Next thing I knew, she'd pushed me onto my back and was kneeling between my legs, still starkers, sucking her own juices off my cock.

Under her tender ministrations, Percy soon came back to life and started to take an interest in the proceedings again, so I reached out to fondle her tits as she sucked me. I noticed her stiffen suddenly, and for a moment I got very worried and nearly lost my hard-on again; she seemed to have seen someone approaching from somewhere behind my head. 

But before I could turn to look, she relaxed, took her mouth away from my cock for a moment and said, "Oh, hello, you two. Did you have a nice sleep? You were still well away, so we thought we wouldn't disturb you." 

Obviously it had to be Pete and Trish, so I relaxed and let her get on with the job in hand - or rather, in mouth!

Trish and Pete moved to where I could see them, and stood watching us for a moment. Nattie turned and gave Pete a broad wink, and lifted her bum, turning a bit to present her pussy to her husband doggy-style. He looked a bit disconcerted - after all, I knew he was a bit shy where other men were about - but Trish pushed him forward and he couldn't resist the offer for more than a moment this time. 

He unzipped again, knelt down on the grass and slipped his wedding tackle into its native port, so to speak; soon he was banging away at Nattie as she gave me head.

This left Trish in the unusual position of being the one left out, and she wasn't having that for long! 

She knelt down above my head facing Nattie, lifted her own skirt (no knickers for her either, of course) and lowered herself so that I could tongue her twat. Next thing I knew, she'd pushed my hands off Nattie's boobs and taken over that job herself - so I reached up blind - her skirt was covering my face - and undid enough of her blouse buttons to get at her tits instead.

I'm glad those farmer types didn't come along - they'd have seen an interesting combination. Pete rogering Nattie sucking me licking Trish groping and probably kissing Nattie - it must have looked like one of those obscene Indian temple engravings!

Anyway, we soon collapsed in a heap as events took their natural course. I thought I was going to suffocate for a moment - when Trish came, she fell into a half-sitting position on my face for a second or two, before she revived and moved off apologetically, just as I started to struggle for a breath. "Whoops, sorry!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't really trying to suffocate you!"

"Oh, that's alright, it'd be a lovely way to go!"

By now we were all more than a bit sweaty, so we nipped back to the original clearing, stripped off our remaining clothes and all had a splash in the stream to clean ourselves off. 

Nattie had brought a couple of towels, so we were able to dry ourselves quickly and get dressed again. We sat around and chatted about this and that (and the other) for a while, then decided to head back to their house and dinner.

Pete and I put our pants and trousers back on, but it was still too warm for shirts, and Nattie only threw her dress back round her shoulders for now, leaving it unfastened and hanging open. 

Never one to be outdone, Trish took her blouse off again too, and we walked back to the car park with three of us bare-chested and Nattie naked from in front! Well, at any rate, we did until we were a couple of hundred yards from the car, when the girls finally bottled out. 

Nattie refastened the front of her dress, and Trish slipped her blouse back over her shoulders. She tied it under her boobs rather than buttoning it, but she was decent again. We got back in the car and drove back to Pete and Nattie's place.