I was having a day to myself, a yearn walking and had stopped to claim some flick when I noticed multitude coming my way. I moved to the side so they could pass and get back to taking pics. It was a dyad, a guy and, I assumed, his wife. They seemed, to me, to be holidaymaker - she was sorry haired, stern looking, 50's and as she passed said"Thank you"in a German stress. I thought naught of it, but turned as they passed to take another looking and was rewarded by seeing that she wearing a pair of extremely tight running leggings which hugged and contoured the most fine looking nates, shapely and business firm with a hint of gentleness. The baseball swing of those cheeks and the lack of VPL, seemed to point to the fabric caressing desolate flesh. I always get a semifinal when I see this - my nous filled with the sordid thoughts.

I went back to my picture taking but caught up with them about 30 mo later, they were on the early side of a orbit heading into a Mrs. Henry Wood. I considered speeding up and following behind her, having a bit of a perve at those wonderful brass in motility. But thought amend of it. Yes, that was a resplendent rear, but she was with her husband and had seemed a footling sour and off-hand, was it really worth the movement I wondered ?

I walked through the woodwind and as I was coming to the edge noticed hubby on his own, looking awkward. No sign of the ‘ tush'But then I twigged, clearly he was keeping some form of sentry duty. She must be having a pee, I thought. This was my chance, if I could feel her, ‘ innocently'passing play by and getting an ‘ inadvertent'peek. I cut through to the neighborhood of where she might be, unseen by husband ( who was looking in the other guidance anyway ) and misjudged it completely… I almost stumbled into her, squatting, running legging and blackened thong around her ankles. She looked me straight in the eye, clearly shocked, but rather than clapperclaw out or hide just stood bolt up right. Well. What a view. A neatly trimmed, sinister bush, plump labia and the most incredible legs, long, slender and toned. I couldn't really help myself and stood there staring, transfixed at her splendid womanhood when decorousness says I should probably possess averted my eyes.

That's it - I thought - I'm done for - there's going to be a scream at to the lowest degree, perhaps a slap. But to my surprisal her face turned from impact to a naughty, minx-like evil. She slipped her hand between her stage ran her finger's breadth down between her pussycat lips, parting them around her slender dactyl, then presented me with her hand ‘ Look how wet you've made me now, ‘ - I smiled - ‘ ... you need to do something about this'- to be honest I wasn't sure what she meant, wet from the wee or from me looking ? And how was I going to screen out that out ?

She took a nimble peek over in the superior general way of hubby, making for sure he could n't see us, then bent and slipped her shoe, trouser leg and knickers off one leg over her infantry. She stood upright, and I got an incredible survey of her arse. And what a sight it was - business firm, tan lined, with dark, very OK, downy hair's-breadth. It wasn't long before she was instructing me again. She raised her leg up onto a low Tree torso that had ( very conveniently ) been chopped low, about two foot off the ground, turned her head to me and said : ‘ Get your face in here and clean house me up and make it quick'reaching back she took a cheek in each of her deal and spread her buttocks wide open.

There is nothing quite as outstanding as the sight of a spread fanny, puckered hole open up, cunt overt, lips parted. Her plump labia were dangling lusciously and glisteningly moist and I wasn't going to be asked twice. Dropping to both knees I pushed my nerve into her beau ideal, my pry probing into her ass as my lingua parted those wet brim and this was rewarded with the mixed heavenly taste of her pussy and her wetness. My tongue extended and pushed inside - she was so so wet and hot. As I pushed in deep she let out a low moaning ‘ yah'I licked between cunt and ass and clit - but as I was behind her and below it wasn't that easy to get to her swollen bud and she sensed this - next matter I know I'm feeling her finger's breadth in a frantic slope to side motility over my chin as she starts to frig her clit like a affair possessed, she was in a rush.

It lasted less that a couple moment this - obviously in penury of some do-or-die attention she fingered herself deftly to orgasm as I helped her along with my spit. As she came her entirely body tightened, brawniness tensed, breathing place sucked in and held and then a violent shiver - I probed deep into her ass with my tongue as her showtime contraction ripped through her trunk and this had the event of making her buckle over in delight. She reached back and pushed my heading and knife out and as I moved back I could see her purulent dripping with succus.

Well, fuck me, I was hard by then. You know what it's like - where you've just been used by a woman for her own means - no pleasantries or consideration to you - it's so damn sexy. I had one of those hard-ons when you feel the slightest of touches would cause you to shoot your load - but I was determined to get this ragingly unvoiced cock into that dripping, diffused cunt.

I pulled at my belt, trouser, pant and freed the beast. But she turned to me looking a little blow out of the water again ‘ nine - I mean no - you don't get to fuck me'It was very obvious ; the look of crest-fallen miserableness in my eyes, she laughed a short then moved in so her lips were against my ear

‘ You naughty fucker - it was supposed to just be my fun ’, I felt her hand wrap around my swell up member from below - like she was holding onto a door grip …

‘ What a disgrace you'll never get to feel the wet silkiness of my tight twat around your cock ‘ a operose tug on my dick followed and a push back so my foreskin was almost painfully stretched. I looked down - my shaft was so hard and my Alexander Graham Bell end swollen and shiningly sozzled - if I say so myself, it was looking dependable. She seemed to notice, she hissed into my ear :

‘ My cunt would have got creamed that shaft up beautifully - and when it was clean, sticky and wet with me - I'd have let you slew it into my pissed hole - I love it in there - but you'd never last a minute there, pervert'

As she said this she poked her tongue into my ear and then nipped my earlobe with her teeth, I could bind out no longer. My cock twitched, she pulled back hard, again, knowing I was there and my balls emptied - arc of midst semen flew out over the leaf - I hadn't arrive so much or so hard for days …

Before I knew it she'd sorted herself out, and was off leaving me with a used, almost sore, stopcock and my trousers and pants around my ankles. She was off without another word. The whole episode had lasted perhaps 10 minutes at the very most. I sorted myself out quickly. I straightened up and left. As I turned the recession I saw her a little way off with husband tugging up her running nates - clearly arranging herself - husband, none the wiser. She looked over her articulatio humeri - put the back of her handwriting to her mouth and licked it raising her eyebrows at me … perhaps the foliation hadn't got all of that warhead after all .