Forest, beach and country

So Vicky was all set up for the day. The morning was to be in the forest with beach and country being later on.

She had arranged a picnic which I anticipated to be excellent and I wasn't disappointed either.

We met early for some breakfast at 7:00am at a local cafe to chat about our plans, discreetly. Her short printed dress fitted her figure perfectly.

We drove the short 40 minutes to the forest, parked up and hand in hand we excitedly took to one of the tracks. It was still laden with dew which cooled our ankles on this autumn morning. The chill has again revealed that beneath the short classy dress, Vicky was braless again. She had a bounce and sway that was irresistible, and I didn't. Smiling a swept my hands over her covered breasts as we walked. I guided her through some side tracks which became narrow and less trodden.

We stopped in a small glade, moving her against a tree trunk I started gently kissing her whilst holding her face to mine with one hand. I was already erect and expectant of great things ahead. The blanket which I had brought from the car to ease the discomfort of the rough ground was ignored as Vicky knelt before me, eased my staining cock from my trousers and pants before just giving my head a light kiss. Before I had a chance to react, she was laying on the ground. "No more foreplay, fill me with cum." Was a little stunned as there hadn't been much foreplay but I took her request seriously. In far to short a time, her request was granted.

She stood straightened her wrinkled dress without even a pause. "Good boy, now where to next onn your guided tour?" I was her sex slave now? I almost felt used but with a big stupid grin on my young face.

The drive to the beach was quite long and as I drove we chatted; her eyes almost constantly on me. Whilst driving she withdrew my flavour cock and sucked it hard; I received an awesome edging bj stopping only just short. The beach I had chosen I had been to before with an ex gf. It was quiet, pretty and soft sand. With the blanket down, the picnic basket was opened, as was the champagne. Fine food was eaten, fine champagne drunk and fine dress removed.

I initiated our passionate connection, lots of kissing, touching and caressing. From head to toe I touched with my mouth, tongue, hand and cock. My mistake was to bring some sand into the blanket. As we moved and became sweaty and aroused the sand stuck and we became abrasive. We both tried to ignore the fact but we couldn't. Into the sea we walked. It was freezing cold. This caused significant shrinkage for me until I saw the effect on Vicky's nipples. We became close, feeling and touching, kissing before I raised her into my stiff cock, her legs around my waisted, tongues in each other's mouths and me inside of her pussy. It was exciting and awkward at the same time. The waves were small but balance was compromised and with a giggle of embarrassment I feel fully submerged into the water with Vicky still on my me.

Some coughing and spluttering later we were on the beach. We gathered our belongings and decided to head to the car. I popped open the boot. Placing the items inside I balanced Vicky on the boot lip. Parting her legs and fucked her right there at the edge of the beach/car park. Although quiet we were in clear sight of any bypassers. She was now laying all of the was back into the boot making my cock rub her g-spot with quite a lot of force. She came with a loud groan, a forceful muscular contraction and squirted more than I'd seen before. She had ejected me from her with that force and was writhing uncontrollably now fully in the boot of my car. It was quite exquisite to watch. I couldn't touch her as it brought about more uncontrolled convulsions. I wanked over her panting body shooting my cum into the boot and generally all over her. After about 5 minutes I helped her from the boot. Her hair was matted from the sea, make-up smudged and her dress clinging to her damp body was stained with sea water and our combined ejaculations yet she smiled and looked deep into my eyes, "Wow, that was amazing!". Now sitting in the car we held hands, a little excited, exhausted and feeling warm after our cold unplanned swim.

The last trip was into the country. I had planned a little with a mate to use part of his father's farm buildings. An oast house is used to dry hops to make beer; they are upright cylindrical buildings with a cone on top. This process isn't used anymore so there are many of these building unused. The door to the nearest oast house was open, just as planned. In fact it couldn't be closed. He had put out some bales of hay to make a bed and, on a tray were 2 brandy glasses, a part used bottle of brandy (likely his generous and unknowing father's) and 3 short candles in a tray so that we weren't likely to burn down this historic building. I lit the candles in the failing autumn light, poured 2 glasses of brandy and we kissed.

I had brought my secret bag of goodies with me. Some rough hemp rope, a small whip, a small leather paddle and a ball gag.

Vicky was a mess however, she was still as sexy as every. After some foreplay and with me laying down, she straddled me still wearing her dress; looking deeply down into my tired eyes. Grabbing the base of my cock she guided it into her pussy. She was very wet and her gaping pussy welcomed me. Her breasts swinging just out of easy reach, she was in control, she was fucking me, leaning back, adjusting position for maximum pleasure. I took back control by sitting up and just within reach I brought a brandy glass too her hand and reaching into my bag I withdrew some supplies.

With her hands, elbows, knees and ankles now bound, these tired together she was laying on her left side in a foetal position. I slipped a metal cock ring down my lubricated shaft, I became rock solid. Spooning I pushed myself back into her. This position made her very tight and I was engorged. She whimpered a little; the ball gag took care of that. The paddle for her arse and the whip used where I could; enough force to give pleasurable pain and an increase in excitement.

I could see the rope marking her, the paddle strikes leaving pink/red marks on her arse with the whip mainly used to tease. She was wriggling in time to my rhythm, she was literally dripping wet. I pulled her matted hair, bringing her head back to my shoulder. She exploded with cum and again the force ejected me from her. As she continued to convulse I cut the rope connecting her elbows and her hands to her knees. Using an old wrought iron hook in the wall to resecure her hands. She was now sitting on the hay bales hands above her head, legs and wrists restrained and ball gag still in situ I wanked my cock with the plan to cum on her face. She was 100% submissive, she had no choice yet she was completely at ease and compliant. My forceful load struck her on her cheek, forehead, nose, eyes and dripped down her chin to her dress clad breasts. I was spent.

Now unrestrained and ungagged she rested on her side gasping for breath. I nestled behind her, "Fuck me like that again and I'd leave my husband for you. You give me immense orgasms." I was lost for words, I said nothing. Would I want this? Heck yes! "I love you." We almost said the l this in unison.

We woke still cuddled up as the sun made its way across the dirt floor of the old oast house. It was 8 o'clock. "Why didn't you wake me!?" was met with, "I was asleep too."

Vicky was more of a mess than I had thought possible. She had pink eye, very matted hair from cum and sea water, her dress was dirty with a small rip in it. Raw marks showed on her joints from the rope, dirt covered her skin. She had the look of a homeless girl in a gifted dress. She was smelly of body odour and cum, mascara smudged into rivulets and, she was still the most sexy girl I had ever known.

The flat above Vicky's work was still vacant. She showered before me; she now was a clean mess which no make up would hide. Her suit jacket couldn't hide her wrists, her pink eye hidden by sunnies and her hair in need of some proper loving. Her business meeting postponed by an hour would have made little difference; she looked like a used street hooker on a bad day in an expensive business suit. I loved her; I felt guilty, this was my doing. "When can we do that next?" she asked, and with a wink and a squeeze of my empty balls she was back into being a business woman.