Swingers stories and erotic fantasies

Hi again. It's Helen, and you may have read my story a couple of weeks ago about my first Gloryhole experience while at an activity centre in the Lake District. First I must say thanks to the three guys who left messages. It's nice to know you found it 'entertaining' and took the time to tell me. Anthony48 asked if I had done anything since, well Anthony, the answer is yes. I am now known as a respectable married woman, who is quite content to keep house in East Sussex for her husband and do my bit for the local WI, but in my youth I must confess to some pretty daring activities. This particular one I recall happened while at University, where I joined the D of E scheme and got involved with some wild outdoor pursuits. Most weekends we would be driving off somewhere to go caving, canoeing or climbing, (surely not all activities begin with the letter C). Anyway, this particular weekend we had gone to South Wales for some hill walking and were staying at a farm just outside Brecon. There were about seven or eight of us (I cant remember all of them now) but it was a mixed group, male/female, and I remember that I didn't fancy any of the guys so assumed I was not in for any extra curricular activities, if you know what I mean. We had been out at the local pub (the Drovers Arms for all you locals) until late on the Friday evening and had returned to our campsite and crashed into our respective tents for a good nights sleep. I woke up in the early hours of the morning, desperate for a pee. I looked at my watch and remember seeing it was 5:30 am. I knew the others would still be fast asleep so I crept out and found my way over to the hedge nearby. The sun was up and the birds singing as I pulled my PJ bottoms and pants down, squatted and started releasing the results of the previous nights partying. It was at that critical moment when you have started peeing and can't stop, that I saw a man in his fifties open the gate to our field and start walking towards our tents. He was carrying a plastic box and a small metal canister. I realised it must have been the farmer although up until then I hadn't actually met him. He suddenly caught sight of me and stopped dead in his tracks about ten or so yards away, realising what he had spotted. The dirty bastard just stood and watched me peeing with a huge grin on his face. I realised I was getting turned on by him watching and deliberately turned towards him opening my legs wider so he could easily see my pussy and the stream of pee coming out of it. When he realised I was letting him look, and was not going to freak out, he put down the things he was carrying and reaching down, adjusted his obviously growing hard-on in his pants. I finished peeing but stayed squatting letting him ogle me at his leisure. I was quite hairy at that time so I don't suppose he could see much. I reached down, parted my lips and started fingering myself as I smiled at him. He took that as an invitation and opened up his fly to let his cock out in the open. I remember it was fat and red and he wrapped his hand round it and started wanking slowly. We just frigged ourselves for each others pleasure and pretty soon I saw his cum squirting out and spraying the grass. That was it for me and I started my orgasm, trying not to make a sound and wake up any of the crowd. When we both calmed down, he zipped himself up and then smiling again said "Thanks, same time tomorrow?" and turned round walking back out of the field, leaving the packages on the ground. I pulled up my pants and went over to them. It was our bacon and milk he was bringing for our breakfast.

All that day I kept thinking about that incident and realised I wanted to repeat it the following morning. I set my alarm that night and settled down to sleep. At 5:15 Sunday morning I woke up to my alarm and shaking with anticipation, crept out of the tent. No-one else was awake as I made my way over to the gate of our field. I peered over it looking down the lane, but no-one was in sight. It was almost a relief as I realised that in the cold light of the morning, I was perhaps a little scared of what might have happened. It didn't mean though that I wasn't horny as hell, and decided that I needed to bring myself off before I went back to my tent. I slipped my hand down my pants and was just getting into my stride when I heard crunchy footsteps. Looking again I saw him striding down the path. Oh my god!! I was really going to have to do it now. I stood back from the fence about two or three yards and waited for him to appear. When he did he said 'good morning' and leaned on the gate with one foot on the bottom bar, obviously waiting for me to make the fist move. I didn't answer, so he said 'what have you got for me this morning'. This was it, I looked back to make sure no-one was coming behind, then slipped my bottoms off and my pants down to my knees. 'Keep a watch out I said' and squatted down. Now he knew I was 'game' the Farmer responded by opening his fly and pulling out his cock, letting it dangle through the gate. I started frigging myself for him and watched as he started wanking himself for me. I enjoyed a long leisurely pee which he watched intensely and then I continued my frigging. After a while he said 'can I see upstairs'. I stopped frigging and instinctively peeled my t shirt over my head so I was completely naked for him with my pants now round my ankles. He dropped his trousers and pants likewise. A little more frigging, then he cautiously said 'may I help you do that'? Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my pants leaving them on the grass and walked naked the three of four steps over to him. He reached through the gate with his free hand and I felt his fingers gently probing my now completely sopping pussy. I couldn't resist the cock waving in front of me and took hold of his hand and removed it, replacing it with my own so that we were now pleasuring each other. I was in heaven and soon felt his other hand caressing my breasts. I closed my eyes and stood there enjoying these strange rough hands molesting me. I must admit he was giving me more attention than I was, him and stood there casually stroking his cock, but with no conviction. It was then I felt his hands leave me and grab me by the ass cheeks. I was pulled forward and felt his tongue licking at my cunny. That was enough to take me over the edge. I opened my legs for him and abandoned myself while he brought me to orgasm over the next few minutes. My god it was fantastic. When I finally calmed down and opened my eyes, I realised he was looking very flustered and still waiting for relief. Well, what is a polite girl like me to do but return the favour? I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth sucking greedily on its girth. I fondled his balls and wanked the shaft, doing everything I knew to bring him off. He reached through the gate and took the back of my head in his hands, and began face fucking me. He called me a 'little slut' and a 'dirty cocksucker' which really turned me on (and him I guess) then after a few grunts and groans he fed me his cum which I readily drank down as fast as it came. He played with my tits a little longer, and then we both got dressed again. He thanked me for a 'fantastic blow job' and asked if I would be back another weekend. I said I would try but was not promising to go any further than mutual hand and mouth relief. You see I was still a virgin and wasn't ready to lose my cherry yet, especially to a fifty-odd year old farmer. I did go back to Brecon several times while at University, but that's something I'll keep for another time, but only if you tell me you want to hear about it.