[MF] Sex in a field, and a huge cumshot on my tits

I had such a great reaction to my first GW story yesterday, that I thought I’d write another one.

This is another story about me and my husband, this time before we were married. It is the summer of 2011, and we are 21 years old.

After graduating from university, my boyfriend and I went travelling together for a year. For 12 months we strapped on our backpacks and went trekking. Across the Andries, through the Himalayas, through Africa’s national parks; we cover thousands of miles, on foot and outdoors, eating and very often sleeping in the wild. Having sex outdoors becomes our normal, a habit we’ve retained to this day.

When we get back to the UK, we are engaged, but have no place to live. While we look for a house, I move back in with my parents in rural Derbyshire, while my boyfriend sofa-surfs in London and starts his new job.

Living apart after so long together is an unwelcome shock. For three years of university we lived in the same house, and for 12 months after that we were barely apart for more than a few minutes, as we travelled the world. After just a few days I felt the physical separation like the loss of a part of me, and my boyfriend felt the same.

After 10 days apart, he comes to visit me in Derbyshire for the weekend. A group of our friends are coming, and we plan to camp, walk, and drink – a university friends reunion.

Early on the Saturday morning, thinking about my boyfriend, how I’m going to see him, have his hands on my body after 10 days without them, puts me in a state of high excitement from the moment I wake up. Before I even get out if bed, I masturbate, thinking about the sex we’re going to have.

It is late June, and the UK is enjoying what turns out to be the only sustained spell of hot, sunny whether we were to get that year. My husband is due on an early train from London, and I’m going to drive to pick him up.

Keen to catch his eye when he arrives, I dress in just about the smallest amount of clothes you can wear in public and still be considered decent: short jean shorts, cut off from a pair of old jeans, and a cotton bikini top. After 12 months of trekking, I am fittest I have ever been. My body is lean, toned and tanned, my hair in natural dreads, bleached light blonde by a year in the sunshine. I look great, even if I do vainly say so myself.

My modern day self is appalled and a bit embarrassed that I went out wearing so little. I’ve still got that bikini top, its thin cotton cups cover my breasts but don’t leave much to the imagination. It’s a nice top and I still wear it in private, but I’d never wear it out in public any more.

My 21 year old self had no such concerns. I care only about catching my future husband’s eye in the most sexy way I can.

I drive to the station and meet his train. He comes through the barrier and we kiss, his hands on my bare back, mine tight around his neck, holding his body against mine.

‘You look amazing,’ he says, staring at my outfit. He’s wearing t-shirt and shorts, and looks pretty great to me too, his muscles clearly defined through the cotton of his top.

‘We need to go shopping,’ I say, ‘to get supplies. I’ve got a list. The others are coming up by car this afternoon.’

‘Ok,’ he says. ‘Let’s do it.’

We drive to a nearby supermarket and get supplies for our camping trip. He watches me shop, his eyes still on my body. If my outfit was designed to get his attention and make his cock swell in his shorts, then it has worked. The thought of him getting turned on turns me on in turn, and I find myself getting more and more aroused as I shop, my body acutely aware of every movement of my shorts against my vagina.

Other male shoppers glance at me too, and that only adds to my arousal. Being so turned on makes my nipples hard, impossible to hide in my bikini top, and of course this just leads to even more glances in my direction.

I force myself to focus, and we finish the shopping and set off in the car back towards my parents house. I’m driving, my boyfriend is beside me in the passenger seat.

The drive takes us deep into the Derbyshire countryside, through fields and valleys and remote farmland. It’s hot, the sky a flawless blue, and we drive with all the windows open to keep us cool.

As we chat about our camping plans, my boyfriend puts his hand on my bare leg, the tips of his fingers brushing my inner thigh.

His touch gets me going again, thoughts of sex flooding through my brain. Maybe deliberately or maybe not, he starts to stroke my inner thigh with his fingertips, just inches from my vagina. And I know I just can’t wait any longer.

We’re driving down a narrow country lane, and I turn off down an even narrower one, not much more than a farm track, which winds between two fields.

‘Is this a shortcut,’ he asks.

‘Kinda,’ I say.

We bump along it for maybe a mile then come to a gate into a field. I pull in alongside it, and turn off the engine.

‘Come with me,’ I say, getting out of the car. He gets out of his side, looking slightly puzzled.

‘What are we doing,’ he asks.

‘Having sex,’ I say. ‘I just can’t wait any longer.’

‘Ah, ok,’ he smiles. ‘Sounds good.’

I vault easily over the gate into the field. It is a grassy meadow, with scattered trees, and a handful of sheep grazing. I look all around the horizon, there is not a person or a building in sight, just fields and countryside as far as the eye can see.

I take my boyfriends hand after he climbs the gate, and lead him along the hedgerow to an old oak tree. I lean against the trunk and pull him towards me, and we kiss, long and deep and passionate, our bodies pressed together.

‘I love you so much,’ I say, kissing his neck, my hand sliding inside his t-shirt. ‘I’ve missed you so much.’

‘I love you too,’ he says.

We kiss some more, my hands exploring the muscles of his back. Wanting him naked against me, I lift his t-shirt and pull it over his head. His torso is lean and muscular, with beautiful well defined abs and hard, strong arms. I stroke them with my hands, drinking in his body.

He slides his hand up my body and pushes my bikini top up, revealing my breasts, my nipples hard and sensitive as his hand brushes against them. He bends and kisses them, as his other hand slides down between my legs and rubs me through my shorts, pushing the material against my vagina.

I reach down and feel his erection, tracing the shape of it through his shorts. I undo his button and zipper, and push his shorts down over his bum, pulling them clear of his hard cock and dropping them to the floor.

He brings his lips back up to mine and we kiss as I stroke his cock. His hand is still between my legs, and he rubs and squeezes me through my shorts, then pushes one finger up the inside of the leg and into my pants. I moan in pleasure, my mouth still against his.

He pulls his hand out and fumbles to undo my shorts. I help him, undoing my belt and pushing the shorts off, kicking them clear of my feet.

We stand and stroke each other, my hand on his cock, his fingers flicking against my clit. I bury my face in his neck, giving little moans of pleasure as his fingers move against me.

I lift my head and we kiss again. ‘I need you inside me,’ I say, still holding his cock.

Our height difference (I’m 6’, he is a few inches shorter) makes it hard for us to fuck standing up. I take his hand and we walk a few meters away from the tree, to where the grass is soft and lush, and I lie down, the warm sun on my nearly naked body making a contrast to the cool ground against my back.

My bikini top is still loose around my neck, but I’m otherwise completely naked. My boyfriend stands and looks at me, naked as well, his erection sticking up hard and powerful against the blue sky.

‘You look amazing,’ he says, staring down at me.

‘Get down here and fuck me then,’ I say, impatiently.

He kneels down over me, kissing up my body starting at my tummy, lingering on my tits, then up to my mouth. I reach for his cock and pull it towards me, then just in time I remember – I’m not on the pill any more.

‘Shit,’ I say. ‘You can’t cum inside me. I stopped taking the pill. I’m moving to a new brand but it means I have to take a month off.’

He’s hovering above me, his erect penis just millimetres from my vagina, and I’m desperate to have him inside me.

‘That’s ok,’ he says. ‘Do you want to just do oral?’

‘No, I want you to fuck me. Just pull out before you finish.’

‘Ok,’ he says, and guiding his cock with his hand, slips it quickly and smoothly deep inside me, in one easy movement.

The pleasure of that first moment of penetration is something I could never describe. I think, as a woman, it is up there with orgasm as one of the most exquisitely pleasurable physical sensations we can ever experience. After 10 days without sex (I know, poor me, boo hoo!), the sudden explosion of pleasure is incredible, and I cry out high and clear, my head arched back as he starts to thrust into me, then make more short cries with each thrust.

I wrap my hands around his back and give my body entirely up to the blissful pleasure of making love with a man I love. He kisses my mouth, my neck, my breasts, flicking his tongue against my nipples, as he thrusts into me, and I grab his bum and raise my hips to meet each thrust.

I am grateful I masturbated that morning, because it means I can enjoy the pleasure without my body rushing to orgasm, and for 10 minutes or more, that’s what I do. He holds me in his arms and we roll over to fuck with me on top, sitting up into cowgirl position, opening my arms wide and showing my naked body to the nearby sheep as he thrusts up inside me. Then we sit, holding each other up together, then roll back onto the ground, his penis inside me the whole time.

Back in missionary he thrusts into me fast and urgent, then suddenly pulls out with a groan, breathing hard, his face flushed.

‘Are you close,’ I ask?

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘Very.’

‘Come here then.’ I pull him a little higher up my body, so his cock is level with my stomach, and wrap my hand around it. He is soaking wet and slippery from my vagina, and my hand slides easily up and down, making him grunt with pleasure.

I love the feeling of an erect penis, that mixture of silky-soft skin covering the rock hard core, it’s just so sexy and tactile and fun to stroke. I find it intensely erotic, and my other hand drifts down and touches myself as I stroke him, teasing my wet clit, not far from orgasm myself.

His moans get louder and faster, and he mutters ‘yes, oh god, yes’ as he comes, pumping spurt after spurt of sticky white cum onto my tits, my stomach, my chest and my neck.

I giggle in pleasure and surprise. It’s a huge cumshot. I stroke him gently until the last of it comes out, the cum running off my boobs and down my sides.

‘Wow,’ I say. ‘Have you given up wanking or something?’

‘Mmm well, I’ve been saving myself for a few days.’

‘Jesus, I can tell. Look at me!’ He does indeed look at me, lying in a field, dripping with his cum. ‘That is seriously like a porno amount of cum.’

He looks quite proud of himself, as he bends over and slides down my body, positioning his mouth between my legs.

I lie back and look up at the beautiful blue sky as he licks me. He moves his hand up my body and rubs his cum into my tits, sliding his hand over my nipples as his tongue flicks over my clit, and it doesn’t take me long to come, crying out with pleasure as the orgasm pulses through me.

We hold each other for a while, naked in the middle of nature, before sitting up. My bikini top is soaked with his cum, so I take it off and use it to mop myself up a little.

We walk back to the tree and he puts his clothes back on. I stay naked until we get back to the car, where fortunately I have a summer dress in the boot. I pull it out and drop it over my head.

‘No underwear,’ asks my boyfriend, looking interested.

‘Nope,’ I say happily, thinking how much that will turn him on. ‘You can enjoy that later…’

We get into the car and drive off.

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