The evening passed slowly and I kept looking at the clock willing it round to midnight. We went to bed about 10pm and Phil read for a while, then fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly as usual. I switched out my light and just lay there, not wanting to sleep. Just before midnight I got up quietly and putting on my silk dressing gown went downstairs to the kitchen. The window blind was up and the garden looked as bright as day in the moonlight. I stood there wondering what to do, what excuse to make if Phil should wake and come looking for me, then thought back to earlier in the day as the feelings within me stirred. What if Hugh wasn’t out there? I unlocked the backdoor and opened it gently, the cool air felt good as I stepped outside and felt the dewy grass between my toes. I walked hesitantly down the garden towards the woods, stopping nervously once or twice as I heard strange noises. Then the primeval stirrings began again inside me and I wanted to dance naked on the lawn, instead I just undid my dressing gown and let it open. I reached the gate and stood there slightly afraid of the dark trees, then opened it and stepped through. A twig snapped making me jump then I gasped as hands clasped my waist from behind, making me turn round suddenly. Hugh stood there. “I thought you might have had second thoughts,” he said, taking my hand and leading me further into the woods. Soon he stopped and facing me slipped my gown off, then lifted my nightie over my head. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, my tongue probing his lips, then his mouth as he responded. His arms reached around my back and caressed me, then began wandering over my body. I let go and turned around then lent back against him, gently rubbing my back against him as he lifted his hands and cupped my breasts. My nipples responded and I gasped as he ran his hands over my stomach and down to my lower body. I turned back to face him and told him to undress, helping him unbutton his shirt and trousers, then kissed him again, feeling his body respond. I parted my legs and took him between them gently easing myself backward and forwards, his erection becoming harder each time. I could sense my juices lubricating us as I stepped back suddenly then knelt down to take him into my mouth. He groaned as I gorged myself and began to thrust at me, pressing my head towards him. I tried to stop but he wouldn’t let me and suddenly I gagged as my mouth filled with his juices. He lifted me up and as his sperm ran down my chin I wiped it away with my hand, then took his penis and as I began to restore it to life, lifted myself on tiptoes and guided him into me. As he responded I began to get my feeling and ended up thrusting forcefully at him as I came and came and came. He saw me back to my garden and I returned to bed where Phil still slept soundly. He was up early next morning and never saw my mud caked knees!