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a walk in the park
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a walk in the park As I write this, I smile to myself as I think of one of the headings in LL. ‘More Recent Stories’ Well I don’t suppose I can be more recent than just a couple of days ago. It all happened one evening when I came home from work… I arrived home and entered the house, travelling straight through to the kitchen. I was feeling rather hacked off with work, and really looking forward to being at home. I entered the kitchen and saw my wife standing at the bench cutting vegetables; we were having chicken, I remember. She was standing there in her tight pink shorts and pink top. She looked ravishing, and I immediately started getting aroused. I felt a stirring in my groin as I looked at the sight before me. She turned and smiled. I came up behind her and, wrapping my hands round her waist, I kissed her neck. “Not now!” she moaned, “can’t you see that I am making the dinner.” “Mmmm! It looks good,” I replied and continued to kiss her neck. My hands moved up to her breasts and I started to massage them. She moaned, “Will you not stop it.” I moved back a little and she turned round. She then put her arms round my neck and pulled me to her. We kissed passionately as I ran my hands up and down her spine, finally settling on her bum, gently squeezing it. After a few minutes, she asked me if I could wait until after dinner. I squeezed her bum once more and said I would go on the computer until dinner is ready. I switched the computer on, still feeling rather horny and of course, once connected to the internet, I entered LL. I began reading a few of the stories and put my wife and I in place of the couples being described. One particular story got my attention and it involved a country park experience. I then began to allow my thoughts to drift that way, my own member soon desiring attention, which I fought off. We had been going for walks in the evening, generally taking the dog, but I thought that after dinner tonight, we would go for a walk without the and see where that would lead us. With these thoughts going through my mind, my wife shouted, telling me my dinner was ready. During dinner, I suggest we went for a walk but without the dog. “Why?” she asked, with a cheeky grin on her face. I smiled back, “And would it be nice if you were to wear, for example your short pink<b> denim </font></b>skirt and no…” I left the last bit off intentionally. “We’ll see, but what about the brambles?” “Oh! We will walk on the paths.” I laughed. After dinner, I went and put on a pair of shorts (no briefs), and a tee-shirt, and sat down to watch telly. She disappeared out of the room and returned a few minutes later wearing her pink top and pink skirt. “Well!” She said, “I thought we were going for a walk.” I gulped, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra, as her 36E bust pushed against the tight pink material, and her nipples were clearly on display. I quickly stood and she quickly noticed that I was, to say the least, a little aroused. “Mmmm! That looks interesting.” She smiled as she approached me, planting her lips on mine, her hand reaching down and holding my stiffening penis. I reluctantly pulled her hand away and pointed her to the door. “If we are going for a walk we better do it now before it is too late,” I laughed. We drove to a park and commenced our walk. Walking across the field, it was erotic watching her bum swaying from side to side. I grabbed her, wrapping my hands round her waist and kissing her neck. “Not here,” She gasped, as my hands were already travelling up her body and squeezing her breasts, easily feeling her nipples through the material. They were getting harder by the second. She pressed herself against me and allowed me to continue, until she bucked forward and, laughing, slipped out of my grasp. “Can you not wait?” She asked. I smiled, and we continued through the field. It was a good job no-one else was around as my penis was already pointing the way. We arrived at the path through the woods and continued on. I was wondering if she was wearing no underwear at all and felt the need to find out. I grabbed her again and this time, I slipped my hand down the back of her legs and under her skirt. Her naked bum felt so good, but she slipped from my grasp again and turned to me laughing. We then walked a little further; we were definitely alone and the shaded path was an ideal spot. I turned her round to face me, kissed her passionately, roamed my hands over her body. I then spied a tree not too far away and I led her to it. We were just off the track and the bushes hid us just enough, or at least that is what I thought. I leaned her against the tree and continued to kiss her, mouths open, tongues entwined; we were attempting to devour each other. My hands slipping under her top, I caressed her naked flesh, massaging the small of her back. Moving up to her ribs, I continued to massage her as her arms were tightly around my neck, pulling my lips tight onto hers. We continued like this for a few minutes, my hands moving up and down her spine. Stepping slightly to one side, I move one hand up to her rib cage and started massaging under the breast. She pressed hard against me. It was then that I caught sight of a man about 50 yards away. He seemed to have stopped to pat his dog, but as I glanced at him, he glanced over, and I knew he could see us. My wife was facing away from him but he had a clear side view of the proceeding in front of him. He moved over to a tree and his sat down on the path. I should have stopped there and then, but the sight of it and the stories from LL actually caused me to be more aroused. We were providing him with a floorshow. I did not say anything to my wife, as the sight would have freaked her out. So I continued to massage her breast and now started to kiss her neck, all the time slyly watching this guy in case of any funny business, but he was happy leaning against the tree watching. I then began to massage her breast, squeezing her nipple and causing her to moan, her grip round my neck getting tighter. I then lifted her top up to reveal her breast to the obvious delight of the guy, whose hand was now resting in his lap. I lowered my head onto my wife’s breast and began to suck and play with her nipple, her hands pressing my head tighter against her. Her body squirmed as I rubbed myself against her; she moaned again. I lifter her top to reveal both breasts now, although from the angle the man against the tree could only see one. I leaned back and openly massaged them. My wife closed her eyes and gasped, wanting more. I too was fast getting to the point of no longer being in control. I reached down and lifted her skirt as she pulled my zip down, my penis bouncing out. She grabbed it and started rubbing it. I started massaging her pussy and she opened her legs. I glanced over at the man, and noticed he too had pulled out his own member and was gently rubbing it. I surmised he could probably see my wife’s naked butt and certainly my own tool. This seemed to excite me more, and I wanted to bury myself into my wife. She felt my urgency and pulled me to her. She guided me in and as soon as my head had entered, I pushed hard into her. Her arms wrapped round my neck again and she gasped loudly. Clearly well aroused, she raised her legs to ease my passage and I began to pound into her. She moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. It did not take her long to orgasm and cry out as this pleasure ripped through her body. I glanced again at the man, who was now working his member for all it was worth. This got just too much for me and I soon exploded inside of her. The man too, I could see, was bucking in obvious orgasm. I leaned against my wife, who was still impaled on my rod. She looked at me and smiled. “And what are we going to do on tomorrow’s walk?” “I’ll think of something.” I smiled back, kissing her tenderly. We made ourselves decent again, and I glanced over at the tree. The man had disappeared. We stepped back onto the path to continue our now slightly drunken walk, as the man seemed to walk round the corner with his in tow. He smiled, I smiled, a knowing smile. “Good evening.” We said in unison. He looked at my wife, her nipples jutting out against the material; I noticed that he had observed the sight. My wife smiled at him, I think a little embarrassed, but she made no attempt at hiding herself. This I also noted, perhaps, I thought… After we rounded the corner, she asked, “What was all that about? He didn’t see us, did he?” I smiled as she snuggled against me and I put my arm round her. I never did answer the question… |
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3/22/2009 5:54 am |
I want a walk in the park! Falling in love is exciting. Staying in love is extraordinary
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