[MF] In the woods behind her mother’s house

It’s always been something of a fantasy of mine to fuck in a public place where we could get caught. And this weekend I managed to do it! Although, weirdly, we went to the woods to avoid being caught, not to encourage it.

On Saturday, as some of my fellow Brits may know, there was a rather important football match. Which ended great for England, not so great for the IKEA on the North Circular.

I watched with a group of mates, got quite buzzed, then jumped straight on the train from Kings Cross to head down to my gf mum’s house for the rest of the weekend.

Kate, my gf, met me at the station with a big sloppy kiss. We’d been apart for two weeks, as she’d been staying with her Mum in between contract work in London. We both work in The film and tv industry, so every now and then you get a few weeks off to hang out with family and worry about money.

It seemed like she missed me. Still on the station concourse, her arms linked around my neck and she pulled me in closer, pushing herself up against me.

Kate is 5’5, with boob-length brunette hair, dark hazel eyes and a killer grin. She’s curvy, with spectacular hips, a bum to die for and titties that prove I can focus on two things at once (thanks Kanye).

We held the kiss for a while, ignoring the tuts and the giggles as the other passengers teemed out of the station.

We walked the twenty minutes to her mum’s place hand in hand, chatting and catching up, complaining ruefully about the heat, which we had been wishing desperately for just a few weeks ago.

We got back to the house, and enjoyed a nice dinner Kate had spent half the day preparing (she doesn’t care for the footy). She tried to hide courgettes in there like she does roughly once a month but I called her out and her mum ate them off my plate.

After dinner her mum told us she had invited some friends over, illiciting groans from us both. Her mum is always pulling that stunt – she likes showing us off but doesn’t tell us anyone’s coming til just before they arrive.

Well, Kate and I had already made some pretty firm plans to bone each other into exhaustion. But it’s a small house and we couldn’t very well do that with a bunch of middle aged ladies listening.

Kate saw the disappointment in my face and, clearly a little put out herself, she told her Mum that we had planned an evening stroll in the big woods that sit just behind the road. We hadn’t.

Her mum huffed and puffed a bit but said we should get going soon so we’ll be back in time to see Barbara, or Jane, or Claire or whoever it was this time.

We left and headed down the path to the woods. I was happy that Kate had managed to wangle us a way out of spending all evening with them, but still disappointed that we weren’t naked in her bed already.

We carried on chatting about all sorts as we winded our way through the dense woods, swatting away midges and occasionally taking mediocre photographs.

As I framed up a particularly poor shot of some leaves and some sky, Kate’s hand wandered down my chest and rested on the hem of my shorts. She rubbed across it teasingly, her fingers getting under my shirt and tickling my skin and treasure trail.

When I clicked the photo, she told me how shit it was, then pushed the tips of her fingers into my waistband, lightly brushing my pubes. It was nice, and it was turning me on a little, but I just thought it was normal affectionate touching, perhaps a little excitable after two weeks apart, but nothing too scandalous.

But what came next shocked and delighted me in equal measure. After quickly glancing down the path both sides to make sure we were alone, Kate reached even further into my shorts and lightly squeezed the base of my dick.

As she did so, she moved in close for another kiss, squeezing me every time our tongues moved.

My hands explored her hips and bum through her little Lycra walking shorts.

She broke the kiss, and nibbles on my earlobe in between whispering that she wanted me to fuck her.

I told her I couldn’t wait for her Mum to kick her friends out and go to bed so we’d have a chance to get to it.

“Right here.” She said. I remember those words specifically because she pointed to the ground and stamped her foot so cutely.

I couldn’t believe my luck – it really is a fantasy of mine that we had discussed before, but she had always said she would be too panicked.

But clearly, two weeks without my willy had sent her crazy, and I wasn’t going to argue.

Quick as a flash, we both checked around us again, and decided to move just off the path behind a small cluster of fallen logs.

Kate bent herself over the tallest log, wiggling her pert bum at me, begging me to touch it. I stroked it all over, reaching down between her legs and feeling her wetness through her shorts. She moaned and told me to get on with it.

I pulled her shorts quickly down, exposing her gorgeous arse to the baking sun. She was commando like me. Far too hot for pants. I pulled the shorts all the way down and off her trainers, leaving her bottom half fully exposed.

I rubbed my fingers teasingly down her back and bum until I hit her sopping pussy. To be fair, it was a very hot day so it could have been sweat but I’m going to stick with her being turned on.

I slowly slid my fingertips around her golden gate, brushing her clit and pushing a couple in to the first knuckle. She groaned deliciously and melted forward, putting more of her weight on the log.

After just a few minutes of touching and prodding and massaging, she told me she didn’t want to wait anymore, and we could do our favourite foreplay later in her room.

I shucked down my own shorts and let my dong feel the air.

I grabbed hold of her hips in my favourite spot and lined up.

I slid in easier than I ever had before, right to the hilt, my heavy balls swinging low (it was hot remember).

I stayed there for a while, feeling her clamp her pussy muscles around my hardness, massaging me with her insides.

I started to fuck her, finding a rhythm and enjoying her muted moans. The slickness of her cunt felt incredible, and I gripped her hips even tighter, watching her arse bounce joyfully against my abdomen.

I tried to implement my tried and tested increasing rhythm technique, which knocks her for 6, but the whole situation was so hot I had to break stride to stop myself from cumming before her.

I kept my right hand on her body, and moved my left down between her legs to rub her clit whilst I did everything I could not to spew.

Soon enough, her leg started to shiver, which was my cue to speed up so we could come together. I kept up my flicking on her clit and pushed in deeper and deeper, feeling her pussy quake and her legs give way. Just as she started her telltale whimper-squeak, I fell forward and emptied myself into her. Cumming for what felt like hours, while she kept squeezing her muscles to give me as much pleasure as possible.

We got dressed very quickly and headed back, our lust dated if only for the moment.

Mercifully, Kate’s mum’s friend Jane had an early appointment so only had time for one accusatory ‘marriage’ comment before she had to go.

Late that night, as we undressed each other a second time, I asked her what she thought and if she wanted to do it again.

She told me we might have to, as more guests were planned for lunch the next day.

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