I was having a day to myself, a longsighted walk and had stopped to take some image when I noticed people coming my way. I moved to the side so they could fleet and get back to taking flick. It was a couple, a guy and, I assumed, his married woman. They seemed, to me, to be tourer - she was coloured haired, stern looking, 50's and as she passed said"Thank you"in a German accent. I thought nothing of it, but turned as they passed to bring another look and was rewarded by seeing that she wearing a couplet of extremely sloshed running leging which hugged and contoured the most fine looking rear, shapely and house with a soupcon of unmanliness. The swing of those nerve and the lack of VPL, seemed to repoint to the fabric caressing bare flesh. I always get a semi when I see this - my idea filled with the dirtiest thoughts.

I went back to my picture taking but caught up with them about 30 arcminute later, they were on the other side of a playing area heading into a wood. I considered speeding up and following behind her, having a bit of a perve at those fantastic brass in movement. But thought better of it. Yes, that was a splendid hind end, but she was with her hubby and had seemed a slight acetify and off-hand, was it really worth the effort I wondered ?

I walked through the woods and as I was coming to the border noticed hubby on his own, looking awkward. No sign of the ‘ rear'But then I twigged, clearly he was keeping some form of guard duty. She must be having a pee, I thought. This was my hazard, if I could find her, ‘ innocently'exit by and getting an ‘ accidental'peek. I cut through to the vicinity of where she might be, unobserved by hubby ( who was looking in the other direction anyway ) and misjudged it completely… I almost stumbled into her, squatting, running leggings and grim thong around her ankles. She looked me straight in the eye, clearly shocked, but rather than shout out or blot out just stood bolt up right. Well. What a view. A neatly trimmed, dark bush, plump labia and the most incredible legs, long, slender and toned. I couldn't really aid myself and stood there staring, transfixed at her splendid womanhood when decorum says I should probably make averted my eyes.

That's it - I thought - I'm done for - there's going to be a screaming at least, perhaps a slap. But to my surprise her font turned from jounce to a naughty, minx-like wickedness. She slipped her hand between her legs ran her finger down between her puss rim, parting them around her slender digits, then presented me with her hand ‘ flavor how wet you've made me now, ‘ - I smiled - ‘ ... you need to do something about this'- to be honorable I wasn't sure what she meant, wet from the wee or from me looking ? And how was I going to sort that out ?

She took a quick peek over in the general focal point of hubby, making sure enough he could n't see us, then bent and slipped her shoe, trouser leg and knickers off one leg over her foot. She stood upright, and I got an unbelievable view of her tail. And what a sight it was - firm, tan lined, with dark, very all right, fluffy hair. It wasn't long before she was instructing me again. She raised her leg up onto a small Tree trunk that had ( very conveniently ) been chopped low, about two foot off the ground, turned her head teacher to me and said : ‘ Get your face in here and clean me up and make it quick'reaching back she took a cheek in each of her hands and spread her arse wide open.

There is nothing quite as spectacular as the visual sense of a cattle farm arse, puckered hole loose, cunt open, backtalk parted. Her plump labia were dangling lusciously and glisteningly moist and I wasn't going to be asked twice. Dropping to both genu I pushed my face into her beau ideal, my nose probing into her ass as my tongue parted those wet mouth and this was rewarded with the amalgamate heavenly discernment 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 twat and ass and clitoris - but as I was behind her and below it wasn't that easy to get to her swollen bud and she sensed this - adjacent thing I know I'm feeling her digit in a frenzied slope to side campaign over my Chin as she starts to frig her button like a thing possessed, she was in a rush.

It lasted less that a couple minute this - obviously in need of some dire attention she fingered herself deftly to orgasm as I helped her along with my natural language. As she came her whole body tightened, muscles tensed, breath sucked in and held and then a violent tremor - I probed deep into her ass with my tongue as her first compression ripped through her body and this had the effect of making her buckle over in pleasure. She reached back and pushed my head and lingua out and as I moved back I could see her pussy drippage with juices.

Well, fuck me, I was hard by then. You know what it's like - where you've just been used by a womanhood for her own mean - no pleasantries or consideration to you - it's so blasted sexy. I had one of those hard-ons when you feel the slightest of touches would cause you to dart your load - but I was determined to get this ragingly hard stopcock into that dripping, soft puss.

I pulled at my whang, trouser, trouser and freed the beast. But she turned to me looking a little appal again ‘ nine - I mean no - you don't get to hump me'It was very obvious ; the look of crest-fallen miserableness in my eye, she laughed a little then moved in so her sassing were against my ear

‘ You naughty fucker - it was supposed to just be my fun ’, I felt her handwriting wrapping around my swollen member from below - like she was holding onto a room access handle …

‘ What a shame you'll never get to experience the wet silkiness of my rigorous pussy around your putz ‘ a intemperately tug on my dick followed and a push back so my foreskin was almost painfully stretched. I looked down - my rooster was so unvoiced and my campana end swollen and shiningly nasty - if I say so myself, it was looking good. She seemed to find, she hissed into my ear :

‘ My pussy would feature creamed that dick up beautifully - and when it was white, viscid and wet with me - I'd have let you slip it into my rigorous hole - I love it in there - but you'd never finale a minute there, pervert'

As she said this she poked her glossa into my ear and then nipped my earlobe with her teeth, I could control out no longer. My cock twitched, she pulled back hard, again, knowing I was there and my Lucille Ball emptied - arcs of thick ejaculate flew out over the foliage - I hadn't come in so much or so grueling for eld …

Before I knew it she'd sorted herself out, and was off leaving me with a used, almost sore, dick and my trouser and gasp around my mortise joint. 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 corner I saw her a little way off with married man tugging up her running backside - clearly arranging herself - hubby, none the wiser. She looked over her shoulder - put the back of her hand to her mouth and licked it raising her eyebrows at me … perhaps the foliage hadn't got all of that loading after all .