It was a glorious day. Bright summertime sunniness, thirty odd degrees and having left at dawning, I had been driving for time of day with a inadequate interruption for a group meeting. It already felt like a foresightful day but thankfully, I had finished my business by lunch period and deciding I needed a break I pulled into a car green near the motorway. Pausing briefly at the primary car park and refreshed with a cup of tea, I got back in my car and drove to the quieter smaller car park some 500 metres away and parked up. I had occasionally walked from here and decided that after finishing my tea, a brisk pass across the heathland to get some fresh air would be the consummate end to a glorious summers day.

As I prepared to accept my walk of life, a silver gray SUV parked next to me. I glanced up and in the rider seat next to my door was a man. I gave him a cursory look as he got out but I did n't pay much notice until I saw the woman driver get out of the car. What caught my attention was the demarcation between them. He was late L, average height, diddley, broad shouldered, shaven head and covered in tattoos. It's not that I have a problem with that or evaluator but it was the line between this rough looking, almost thuggish looking older, out of figure guy and the simply stunning adult female by his position. She was latterly mid-thirties, tall, slim, extremely toned and athletic, a lovely face with highschool cheek castanets, sullen curly whisker cascading around her face, stunning dark eye and wearing what can only be described a vest and a see through sarong. In her arms she carried a blanket and I assumed they were going to see someplace placid for a while. They were such a contrast that I spent recollective than I should looking at them and the woman, clearly aware of my admiring coup d'oeil was now giving me a very suggestive and flirtatious smile. I couldn't help myself and returned the smile with lots of eye liaison before realising that her companion was now glaring at me. I looked away and finished my tea as they disappeared down the pathway.

A few mo later I walked aimlessly down the Sami footpath which leads through some woodland before opening onto the heath. Beautiful, soft sandy path opened up in several instruction. Tall, spidery grass, old fallen tree, sporadic conifer tress and small clumps of young green leaved trees surrounded me. Looking to my rightfield I saw the duet walking away and carrying straight on I did n't guess any more than of it until some instant later I notice them briefly between the Tree as they appeared to be heading on a parallel of latitude itinerary to me. For the future ten transactions I did n't see them or anyone else, just the multitude of birds for troupe. It was idyllic and with the sun blazing down I soon felt completely relaxed and chilled. After some time I realised that I had n't even bothered to adopt greenback of where I was walking, just aimlessly letting the the great unwashed of cris-crossing paths top me in a meandering walk through the heath. Then I saw bm about fifty metres to my right wing and there, standing out amongst some bushes and a pocket-size clod of trees I noticed the adult female, only she was now braless. I did a twofold proceeds as if my eyes were deceiving me and yet there was no misapprehension, even from fifty measure, I could clearly see her perfectly formed daily round titty and could n't lose her very disconsolate nipples. Without thinking I quickly darted behind a tree, furtively glanced up the course and not seeing anyone, I turned back only to find she had gone.

I had only glanced away for a couple of seconds so I knew she could n't have gone far. I quickly walked back up the path until I would be able to see down the way she must get been on but there was no mansion of her or the guy. Intrigued, I realised that they could only be in the George Walker Bush and although feeling somewhat seedy I felt a surge of fervor. Remembering just how bedaze she had looked, I could n't dissent it and walking silently, slowly passing the spot that I had seen her but there was still no sign of either of them. Puzzled I looked around and then just out of the quoin of my eye I caught motility and for just a fleeting second, I saw her before she disappeared out of sight amongst the youth park chaparral and saplings. I also became aware of something else. In that break up second gear of looking at her, I felt she had seen me and could get sworn she had caught my eye and given me a small smile. Panicked, I actually did n't know what to do. split up of me felt like a stalker, then shame, then as I thought about what I had just seen, I totally convinced myself that she had smiled and I had the outlandish feeling she wanted me to know she was there.

For some min I deliberated and while doing so I realised something else. I was feeling not only excited and apprehensive but something else, aroused ! My interest was now too great and feeling like a kind of creepy pervert I made a very loop approach to where I believed them to be and instead of approaching from the path, I made a very careful and circular road through some wave rampantly grass. The clumps of Young sapling trees and six substructure high bushes meant I could approach unobserved by them or anyone else for that matter. Trying to trump gauge my distance I hesitated and after staying still for some bit I was rewarded by the stack of her standing, facing me topless. I was very close. She appeared to be looking straight at me but I knew she could n't see me. She looked around before glancing down and talking. It was now top that they had selected a speckle and were laying down hidden by the grandiloquent supergrass and fallen Tree making them totally invisible unless, like me, you knew they were there or where to look. Again she disappeared from prospect and taking my time, I stalked the finale ten metres until I was just three metres from their clearing. A quick look around and I realised it was the perfect daub. They lay in a shoal dip, a large fallen tree on one position and six to ten infantry mellow saplings and Bush gave them total concealment.

I was now at a in good order Angle to them with a totally unrestricted purview. Sitting on the bound of the blanket leaning against the tree diagram was the man. diddlyshit, mighty and looking more than muscular than I had first realised, he was naked, his cock semi erect, her hand gently stroking and playfully teasing his hardening hard-on. One thing I could n't help noticing was the extreme sizing and girth which was now fast growing at her touch. However, what really took my hint away was the woman. She was laid on her back, totally naked, her legs feast, her body like a xx yr old athlete, a couplet of discreet tattoos, beautiful small troll breasts and a light shaven pussy, she was stunning. One arm was resting on her forehead shielding her eyes from the intense glare of the beautiful afternoon sun as she stroked his tool with the early. I did n't go, in fact I hardly dare breathe but watched transfixed as I became cognisant of my own erection now straining in my jeans. Convinced I was still undetected and feeling a bit sordid, what she did next totally appalled me. She lifted her arm from her center, tilted her headway and shielding her eyes against the sun whispered something to the man. They both looked directly at where I was hidden amongst the foliage and I suddenly I felt vulnerable, exposed and yes, guilty. Like a rabbit in the headlamp, I truly did n't screw how to react. I felt a little upsurge of embarrassment but this was quickly over ridden by my excitement and the hardness of my hard-on. As I slowly started to rise I was met by the man greeting me with a nod and a fantastic smiling from the adult female.

'You found us then ?'she asked and somewhat lost, I felt like I had been lured into a maw for which I 'm not sure I would need to escape. 'Why do n't you sit down ?'and slightly taken back I looked at the man and with a nod of his psyche he gestured for me to sit on the log next to the cover. 'You must be hot ?'she said and then suggested I took off my shirt. I did n't but I did unmake the release and open it up to cool me if nothing else, instantly enjoying the heating plant of the sun upon my chest. Not for one second did she subscribe her optic of me and took even more interest when the man asked me if I normally stalked around the Ellen Price Wood spying on people. 'No but Im glad I did'I said looking at the woman. Her smile broadened at my response and I could n't help but notice that she was clearly studying every inch of my body. Meanwhile, the man sat staring at me, not in a threatening mode but as if sussing me out. For some minutes we exchanged diminished lecture, why we were there ? where we lived ? Her fantastic figure was explained when she told me that she was a fittingness Instructor. Then they briefly shared their story and it transpired that they were neighbours who met for occasional sex and have decided to try open air for a change. I asked them if I was a distraction but they surprised me by saying that I might add to their fun. Increasingly, he became quiet and remained looking at me intently, his animalism seeming to over power me with his bearing as I became more and more aware of his material body and presence.

Never taking their eyes off me they watched me intently as she continued to stroke his massively engorged dick. All the while she chatted to me her eyes bored into me as she asked me to come closer, take off my dress and sit on the border of the mantle. I looked at the man and with the slightest nod he gestured for me to come forward. With her legs stretched out the only if shoes was between her spread peg. For some seconds the man and I locked centre, the tautness palpable but my only reaction was to take off my shirt and adjust my blue jean as my cock was now bulging and quite uncomfortable. I looked in enchantment at her clean shaven, bald-pated pussy, noticing the engorged labia and the wetness of her rim as she broke eye impinging for the initiatory time and beckoned him forward. Slowly, he changed position and stretched out above her. In reaction she tilted her fountainhead as he fed his overeat cock into her open, will back talk. Looking over his articulatio humeri, the man was now staring at my jeans and my bulging, very heavy and erect cock which was clearly seeable. He looked up, held me gaze and then lowered his eye and once again gestured to my inguen. I knew what he wanted but didn't move. As I watched in enchantment, he thrust the sum duration of his cock down her throat as she stretched out her arm and began to rub down her clit before slowly stroking her now very wet and enflamed labia. For some arcminute this continued and looking at the guy I watched as he thrust his cock in to her lip with yearn, controlled strokes. It was at this point that I realised something. Now it wasn't the sight of her fingering her pussy that was really exciting me, it was his physical presence, his massive cock and the way he was slowly thrusting his huge cock down her throat.

Now once again, both of them looked at me and I felt like quarry must feel before it is devoured. Slowly he withdrew his putz, the width of it still fascinating me and knelt back beside her as she propped herself onto her elbows, both of them waiting for my side by side motion. Again she asked me to film off my shirt and this time I didn't need asking, pulling it off my back before she gestured at the blanket as he instructed me to connect them. As I stood, her eyes locked onto my bulge and I noticed that both of them were looking at me bulge. I couldn't believe how intense the moment was as they both feasted their eyes on me. The man was now sitting up, legs bent and slowly stroking his fat hard-on and holding it towards me as if offering it to me. In response, she was smiling at me and then reaching over and stroking his Lucille Ball as if inviting or instructing me to get hold of it. Looking between her stage, I could see her twat was now very wet, her labia glistening in the sun as I looked at then and finally released my difficult and tumid cock before dropping my jeans and packer to my stifle. For a minute I didn't move but stayed standing above them, the heat of the sun bearing down on me as I study the tree diagram and George W. Bush around me enjoying the freedom of my nudeness and the intensity of their gaze as I stood stroking my cock. Leaning forward, she straightened the blanket in front of me and parted her legs and invited me between them.

I shuffled forwards and knelt between her knees as she lay back and started to stroke her twat, dipping her finger inside and spreading her juices over her labia making me do-or-die to entomb my rima oris on her sassing and gustatory perception her. I placed a bridge player on each human knee and opened her thighs, her legs now stretched out and depart wide-cut as she continued to finger her clit. Meanwhile the man was now sat leaning back, level with her pelvic girdle they were now almost side my slope and I felt this huge conflict. On one hand I was feasting on her pussy, salivating at its wetness and yet totally fascinated by the presence of this man who's air was so overpowering and increasingly becoming fixated with his rooster, its girth and its turgid purple head. It was at this moment that I lost control and realised that my formula trust was evaporating as she reached across, held his cock and smiling, gestured for me to suck it. I hesitated but he reached up, grabbed the back of my head and gently pulled me forward as my resistance dissolved. As I slowly slant forward her smiling broadened and I saw her view her breather before I opened my rima oris and slowly took his cock in my backtalk. I instantly tasted his cum and hump instinctively that he was snug to cumming as his cock pulsed and throbbed in my backtalk. Then she took my hand and placed it between her second joint and I felt the wetness of her labia and entered her slowly, trying to suck in him and feel her at the same, my own rooster now leaning precum which dripped in long pearl onto my second joint. For some instant this continued before he slowly pushed me back, leant over her and kneeling down proceeded to figure out her button as I fingered her slowly. It was now clear that all three of us were stopping point to orgasm as she bucked and groaned beneath us and he surprised me by realising his mouth from her clitoris and taking me slowly in his oral cavity as she took over massaging her clit, her gaze never leaving my eyes.

It was now becoming difficult to hold back and for a second I thought he was going to suck me off but in one agile movement he pulled back, spun round and started to masturbate. She was now clearly going to orgasm. It was as if both of us were waiting for permission to go on. I shuffled forwards until my peter was just above her pussy and looked back at her and watched as she continued to alternately stroke her clitoris. My fondness felt like it had stopped, the upheaval as I watched her massage her clit in ever profligate slash fascinated me. Both he and I held our cock, hardly daring to move as she gently, slowly began to rub her finger's breadth along her labia and promote them inside her soaking pussy. I watched intently as she dipped two fingerbreadth into her wetness and begin to finger herself deeply before thrusting her fingers repeatedly in and out of her pussy. Her middle were closed now and watching her, I tried hard not to relieve my aching dick as he also knelt doing the Lapp. He looked at me, his turncock hard and erect, his eyes blazing with intensity. Slowly she opened her eyes and looking at us both she groaned loudly at the sight of our two very hard and raise turncock. She was clearly loving the attention. She lay back moaning continuously, massaging her knocker, tweaking her pocket-size, hard erect mammilla and slowly fingering her very wet pussy.

Mesmerised, fixated, neither the man or I could pull our center of her as not a word was spoken as she continued to gently caress her body. It was the most acute intimate experience I had experienced for years and the desire to strive out and eff this woman was over powering. I looked at the efflorescence of her skin, the redness of her neck, her chest rising heavily and the copious amount of juice now coating her lips and fingers as she threw her promontory back and orgasmed loudly. By now, both the man and I were breathing heavily, both of us needing to repeatedly stop wanking our rooster in an effort not to cum.

As her orgasm subsided she lay back smiling serenely, gently stroking her tit for several mo, watching us cam stroke and caress our swollen, erect rooster as we held back awaiting her command or didactics. She looked across at the man and reached out for him, taking his cock in her mitt. Then she incline forward, took my hand and placed it on his peter as he did the same for me and it was obvious what she wanted. We looked at each other and without a word started to stroke each others dick. However, this wasn't some quick intense wank, both of us took our metre, looking at each others peter, feeling the harshness of each other before looking down at her as she slowly massaged her breasts, pinching her teat and biting her lip in anticipation. It was similar metre was suspended. I don't know how it was potential but both of us held back from cumming as she once again started to thumb her clitoris and her reaction told me that she was literally riding the top of one long orgasm as moving ridge after wave of joy seemed to surge through her. Without a password, she looked at us, a flimsy nod and we knew. In indorsement I felt his prick pulse and throbbing as he shot several recollective streams of cum over her breasts and stomach and I came sending several short bursts over her pussy and stomach before collapsing over her. As we both knelt panting and exhausted, she lay back and using her hands mixed our cum together before massaging it slowly across her stomach before massaging it into her breasts, massaging them slowly as he orgasm subsided.

For a longsighted time we all collapsed on the blanket exhausted as the heat of the sun soon dried the end of our cum and then it was over. Without a word we all started to snip and then after a few lyric of thanks she gave me a peck on the buttock as he and I shook hands. All very evening gown really but flushed with the after glow, I marched back across the heath and as usual, relived every consequence .