I was having a day to myself, a long walk and had stopped to bring some flick when I noticed people coming my way. I moved to the slope so they could authorise and get back to taking flick. It was a couple, a guy and, I assumed, his wife. They seemed, to me, to be tourist - she was dark haired, bum 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 exact another look and was rewarded by seeing that she wearing a couplet of extremely mingy running leggings which hugged and contoured the most hunky-dory looking hind end, shapely and firm with a hint of softness. The swing of those buttock and the want of VPL, seemed to repoint to the fabric caressing bare flesh. I always get a semi when I see this - my mind filled with the contaminating thoughts.

I went back to my picture taking but caught up with them about 30 bit later, they were on the other position of a champaign heading into a woodwind instrument. I considered speeding up and following behind her, having a bit of a perve at those fantastic face in social movement. But thought punter of it. Yes, that was a brilliant ass, but she was with her hubby and had seemed a piffling sour and off-hand, was it really worth the drive I wondered ?

I walked through the woods and as I was coming to the edge noticed hubby on his own, looking awkward. No sign of the ‘ back'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 notice her, ‘ innocently'passing by and getting an ‘ accidental'peek. I cut through to the vicinity of where she might be, unseen by husband ( who was looking in the former direction anyway ) and misjudged it completely… I almost stumbled into her, squatting, running leggings and melanise lash around her mortise joint. She looked me straight in the eye, clearly shocked, but rather than shout out or hide just stood bolt up right. Well. What a survey. A neatly trimmed, dour bush, plump labia and the most incredible leg, long, slender and toned. I couldn't really help myself and stood there staring, transfixed at her excellent womanhood when decorum says I should probably have averted my eyes.

That's it - I thought - I'm done for - there's going to be a wow at least, perhaps a slap. But to my surprise her face turned from shock to a naughty, minx-like wickedness. She slipped her hand between her legs ran her fingers down between her slit lips, parting them around her slender figure, 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 reliable I wasn't sure what she meant, wet from the wee or from me looking ? And how was I going to sieve that out ?

She took a quick peep over in the general direction of husband, making sure as shooting he could n't see us, then bent and slipped her shoe, trouser leg and breeches off one leg over her invertebrate foot. She stood upright, and I got an unbelievable view of her bum. And what a sight it was - business firm, tan lined, with dark, very exquisitely, fluffy hair. It wasn't long before she was instructing me again. She raised her leg up onto a little tree diagram torso that had ( very conveniently ) been chopped low, about two ft off the ground, turned her head to me and said : ‘ Get your side in here and cleanse me up and produce it speedy'reaching back she took a cheek in each of her bridge player and spread her arse wide open.

There is null quite as spectacular as the sight of a gap arse, puckered hole opened, bitch outdoors, lips parted. Her plump labia were dangling lusciously and glisteningly moist and I wasn't going to be asked twice. Dropping to both knee joint I pushed my face into her perfection, my pry probing into her ass as my tongue parted those wet lips and this was rewarded with the shuffle heavenly perceptiveness of her pussy and her wetness. My clapper extended and pushed inside - she was so so wet and hot. As I pushed in thick she let out a low moaning ‘ yah'I licked between cunt and ass and button - but as I was behind her and below it wasn't that easy to get to her intumesce bud and she sensed this - next matter I know I'm feeling her fingers in a frenzied face to side cause over my chin as she starts to frig her clit like a thing possessed, she was in a rush.

It lasted less that a couple minutes this - obviously in need of some despairing attending she fingered herself deftly to orgasm as I helped her along with my tongue. As she came her whole eubstance tightened, muscles tensed, breathing space sucked in and held and then a trigger-happy shudder - I probed deep into her ass with my tongue as her first compression ripped through her eubstance and this had the essence of making her buckle over in pleasure. She reached back and pushed my pass and knife out and as I moved back I could see her pussy dripping with juice.

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 mean - no pleasantries or consideration to you - it's so damn sexy. I had one of those hard-on when you feel the slightest of skin senses would make you to shoot your load - but I was determined to get this ragingly intemperately cock into that dripping, gentle cunt.

I pulled at my belt ammunition, trouser, drawers and freed the wolf. But she turned to me looking a piffling appall again ‘ nine - I mean no - you don't get to bed me'It was very obvious ; the expression of crest-fallen misery in my eyes, she laughed a little then moved in so her mouth were against my ear

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

‘ What a shame you'll never get to sense the wet silkiness of my smashed puss around your putz ‘ a heavy tug on my dick followed and a pushing back so my foreskin was almost painfully stretched. I looked down - my cock was so surd and my Vanessa Bell end swollen and shiningly mingy - if I say so myself, it was looking good. She seemed to observe, she hissed into my ear :

‘ My pussy would have creamed that shaft up beautifully - and when it was white, glutinous and wet with me - I'd have let you mistake it into my tightest mess - I love it in there - but you'd never last a mo there, pervert'

As she said this she poked her tongue into my ear and then nipped my earlobe with her teeth, I could harbor out no longer. My cock twitched, she pulled back hard, again, knowing I was there and my clump emptied - electric arc of thick semen flew out over the foliation - I hadn't come so practically or so operose for years …

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