I entered the meeting room and cast my eyes over the throng of local business people, all there to peddle their wares once more at the monthly meet up at various venues around West Yorkshire. This month we were at a local hotel on the outskirts of Wakefield.
Across the room, I spied Sam, and I made a beeline straight for her to say hi. Nodding to various acquaintances on the way and getting waylaid by conversations I wasn’t even remotely interested in having, I eventually managed to get to the trio that had Sam and two other attendees in it.
I said hi, and eventually, the other two buggered off, much to my relief. I eyed Sam up and down and softly whistled - she was looking hot as hell in a business skirt and white blouse showing a judicious but just flirty enough amount of cleavage. “Oi, lover boy” she said to snap me out of my surveying, “I’m up here…”. Blushing, I apologised but said “What do you expect?” With a crafty grin on my face, “You look knock out. What’s the plan for after?”
She grinned back and coquettishly said, “You decide. We can always head back to mine if you want. I always find these events leave me needing to follow up on enquiries”. With my one-track mind, I leaned in and said, “Hot as you look, what’s underneath?”. ‘What makes you think I’ve got any underwear on?” She fired back as sharp as the whip she was. Before I could compose myself or a retort, they called us into lunch. Damn, she’d done it again! Planted that naughty seed right when she knew we’d be separated for the next hour or so.
The lunch and presentations seemed to take an eternity. All I could think of was the mental picture of Sam naked underneath that thin veneer of business clothing, just waiting to be explored. Eventually, coffee came around, and I was bursting for an excuse to leave with Sam and get on with that exploration!
Finally, we were released into the afternoon sun. As we always parked next to one another when possible, we reconvened by our cars. “So?” She inquired. As I was about to make my suggestion, her eyes lit up, and the dirtiest smile crossed her face. “Hold that thought!” She commanded. “Follow me…” She jumped in her car, I in mine, and I followed her as closely as was considered decent and not likely to end up in metal on metal.
About a mile up the road, she indicated to pull off the road onto a makeshift parking area and was already out of her car, hands on hips as if to say wtf took you so long. As I got out, I looked at her enquiringly, and she chirped, “Follow me, lover boy”, and slipped through a gap in a dry stone wall into the woods beyond. I caught her up and laced my hand through hers as we ambled along a worn path deeper into an area known as Seckar Woods.
After about 10 minutes of walking, I could see her scanning around. It was about half two in the afternoon by now, so very few people were about. She dived off the beaten path and started traipsing us through increasing amounts of undergrowth until she found a fallen trunk and said, “This’ll do!” Triumphantly. I looked around and said “Right?”
She propped herself up against the fallen trunk and slowly started to unbutton her blouse. The look of confusion rapidly disappeared from my face to be replaced with an ear-to-ear grin as I realised what this afternoon’s game would be!
I helped her to finish unbuttoning what was left of her fastened blouse, releasing her 36DD breasts, which I began to suck hungrily on. Coming up for air for passionate deep French kissing whilst she snaked a hand down to my flies to free my cock from its prison. We were mid-passion when I heard a tell-tale snap of a twig in the distance. We hurriedly re-arranged ourselves just in time for a collie to go racing past with its owner in the distance, paying us no heed.
“Where were we?” She asked knowingly. So back to it, we went, a mass of kissing and hands all over one another. We were partly driven by lust, but I think, secretly, also driven by the need to experience this without getting interrupted again. As she pumped my cock I hoisted her skirt up over her hips and realised she hadn’t been teasing earlier as I was greeted by the sight of stockings and a suspender belt but sweet precious else. Her fine dusting of pubic hair that led towards her pussy. I ran my hand lightly over her stomach and down through the fine hair to where my index finger was met with a very inviting and already wet vulva.
As I slid my initial finger inside her, Sam adjusted her hips and pushed onto it. I quickly added a second finger and begin fingering her with hunger and urgency. Her beat on my cock kept pace, and we swapped bodily fluids with our mouths and tongues, exploring one another ever more hungrily.
I pulled away from her and parted her legs. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs, lapping at her soaking wet pussy. I was running my tongue around, over and inside her pussy, coming up frequently to flick her clit. After a few minutes of this, I felt her grab my hair and push me deeper into hers. I took my cue and concentrated on her clit, working it furiously with my tongue. As I flicked away, her hips began to thrust in time, and I could feel the telltale tremors of her thighs against my face. Mere moments later, she gasped, “I’m coming, I’m coming…”. She used both hands to almost suffocate me in between her legs as she thrashed and came heavily all over my mouth and chin.
I got up unsteadily, and we kissed again, Sam greedily licking her cum off my chin and mouth. “Your turn now,” she said. We swapped places, and she dropped to a crouch, undid my trousers, yanked them to my ankles and ripped my boxer trunks down to give her full access to my cock and balls. In one smooth motion, she gripped me at the base of my cock and swallowed its length in one go…
She then set to work in a flurry of full-length consumption, hard and fast half-length sucking, ball swallowing and light touch and licking teasing all the way up and down my shaft. I had to picture some really dull stuff to not explode all over her. She was a woman possessed. This battery of my organ continued apace, so I took hold of her head and said, “Let me take over,” and with that, she placed her hands on my arse and let me fuck her face, slowly at first and then quicker, increasing in urgency and speed. Faster and faster and deeper down her throat, I thrust until it was too much, and I unleashed days’ worth of semen into her mouth and throat. As I came, she clamped onto my cock, and I could feel her swallowing it in greedy gulps.
As I eventually finished pumping out cum she came up for air, greedily licking her lips. “What about dessert?” She inquired. “Gimme a minute to recover!” I gasped. I dropped back down between her legs and started to eat that sweet pussy once more. It wasn’t long before she was soaking wet again, and I could feel the old lad stirring again. Sam was so wet she took three fingers with ease. I rose to my feet again and asked her to turn around. I positioned her for doggy, and she used the fallen trunk for support.
With my now revived cock I easily slid into her and felt her push back against my balls. We quickly got into a fast and furious rhythm. There was never anything particularly tender about most of our sex together. An animalistic lust between us had always embodied it. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in the decades I’ve been sexually active.
We continued to pound against one another remorselessly. The birdsong was broken by her moans and the sound of my balls slapping against her clit and pussy. On and on, we pounded before we managed to come within seconds of one another. Her pulsing orgasm caused my balls to let fly with another dose of spunk. As our respective ecstatic throes calmed down enough for rational thought, we uncoupled and tried our best to clean ourselves up.
Panting, I did myself up as Sam and made attempts to look decent again. Once we were happy that we’d pass for a couple going for a walk in the woods, we made our way back to our cars and went our respective ways.
We never did have sex outdoors again, but it remains one of my favourite experiences. The thought of being caught but also the extra level of lust it seemed to unleash in us both was something I never again experienced with Sam. It’s an event I go back to often, and I hope you enjoyed reading about it.
