I’m going on a date this afternoon. I feel like a teenager again as I rummage through my wardrobe and try to decide what to wear.
We’re going for a walk along a section of a coastal footpath that leads to some spectacular scenery and it’s a gloriously warm and sunny autumn day. I love the outdoors on days like these - it makes me feel so alive.
I decide on a long, floaty skirt with a strappy top and flat sandals. I know Andy likes me in clothes like this, says I actually look like a girl instead of my usual tomboy jeans and a t-shirt.
It’s a bit of a strange date, actually. We’ve been together for almost eighteen months but I had to move away for a short while to spend some time with an ill relative. I’ve been back for a short time and although I still love him dearly, some of the intimacy’s been lost. There’s a little bit of distance, just a breath but it’s there and we both feel it. So the date was his idea - take things back a step and get to know each other again.
I’m really nervous - like when we were first dating. I’d pace up and down and try on several outfits. Then I’d try to act all calm and cool - even though I wasn’t. I’d be ready in plenty of time but would always keep him waiting.
He even stayed at a friend’s place last night. I walk downstairs and out the front door. He’s already waiting and holds the gate open, smiling at me.
“Hey - you look like a girl!”
“I can always change, you know.” I chastise in jest. He looks good too. Casual in jeans and a shirt but he’s made an effort too. And he looks a little nervous as well.
“Don’t you dare. You look great - but you always look great to me.” he says, bending to kiss me chastely on the cheek. “Right then. Your carriage awaits.”
He’s cleaned the car! I love this little car, a dark green convertible he treated himself to a few years ago - before we met. The roof’s down, ready to make the most of the good weather. As we drive, I shut my eyes and enjoy the ride. I feel the sun on my face and the autumn breeze blowing through my hair.
“Penny for them.” he says quietly, his hand reaching for mine.
I hold his hand and raise it to my lips, kissing it softly. “Oh, just nothing thoughts. Daydreams.” I brush my cheek against the back of his hand then release it as he needs to change gear. The breeze cools a touch and I feel my nipples harden under my thin top. I smile as I know he’ll have noticed and will probably be struggling to keep his eyes on the road.
We soon reach the parking area and leave the car behind as we make our way up towards the footpath. He gingerly reaches out for my hand, just like he used to in the early days. I can’t help but giggle to myself as I place my hand in his and feel his grip tighten slightly as if he’s scared to let me go.
Silently, we stroll together for a time. The silence is comfortable, not awkward. We fit together, we always have. After a short time, we reach the edge of some fields we need to go through to reach the footpath. Oh no! There’s a stile I’d forgotten about and now I wish I hadn’t worn a skirt.
Andy quickly scrambles over and holds a hand out to help me. As I swing my legs over, the breeze catches the hem of my skirt and raises it slightly. I hear him gasp as he realises I don’t have any underwear on! As I reach the other side and stand on my own two feet, I look up to meet his gaze. I act as if I don’t know and say “Thank you” for him helping me over the stile.
He looks a bit lost for words as he replies “Er - that’s okay.” I turn and walk on, feeling his eyes burning into my ass as I go.
I turn back. “You coming?” I ask with a slight smirk and hold my hand out to him. His palm feels a little warm against mine and I stroke my thumb softly on his wrist. “C’mon - I’ll race you!” and with that I release his hand and dash through the field. I hold my skirt as I run, the wheat brushing my bare calves. I hear him just behind me, calling me all the mad woman’s under the sun!
He catches up with me and grabs me round the waist, scooping me up into his arms. I shriek with laughter as he spins me round and round until I have to ask him to stop. My arms are entwined around his neck and he lowers his face to mine, kissing me, his tongue softly probing. I can feel my heart quickening and not just from the running.
“You can put me down now.”
“Oh no - you don’t get away that easily!” and with that, he throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. He pats my butt as he walks the rest of the way through the golden field, the wheat swaying in the breeze.
As we reach the far side and the clearing of the path, the wind coming off the sea catches my skirt and blows it up. I squeal as it is not only quite cold but it reveals my all too naked ass! All I can hear are shrieks of hysterical laughter from Andy as he lowers me to my feet.
“Well, that’ll teach you to leave your pants off, you bad girl!” as he pulls me into an embrace and we stand there, kissing like a pair of teenagers. He can’t help but grope my ass - but then he never could! “Mmmm - no panty line.”
I slap his hand as we stand there, just holding each other. I turn and look out at the sea. The tide’s in and the waves crash against the rocks below. With the clear sky being so sunny and bright, the sea looks a dazzling shade of blue. The sunlight bounces off the surface like flash lights going off. His arms wrap tightly round me and pull me into him. At this moment in time, I don’t want to be anywhere else. I’m where I belong, where we belong.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I murmur, getting quite emotional.
He tilts my chin up. “Yes, you are.” He’s as close to tears as I am as he leans down and kisses me. I hold his face in my hands as his lips press hungrily into mine. “Come on - let’s find somewhere to sit.”
This section of the coast is just breath-taking. We walk along, savouring both the view and being with each other. Part of the path leads off to a small cove with some large smooth rocks. They’re quite warm from the sun but a little uncomfortable as I settle myself down. He grabs my legs and swings them round so they’re over his lap. One arm round my waist and the other resting on my ass, he kisses me. Tenderly at first then harder, more insistent.
My arms wrap around his neck and shoulders and I feel myself melting into him. The tip of my tongue explores his mouth, tracing along the edge of his teeth. As we break apart, I gently grab his lower lip with my mouth, releasing it reluctantly.
“Mmm - no panties.” and I feel a sneaky set of fingers going under my skirt. “I feel like a naughty kid again.” Teasing fingertips dance their way up my thighs as he kisses me, silencing my impending objections. His warm hand strokes the curve of my ass, squeezing it gently. I kiss along his jaw and throat as his fingers slide down the slope of my inner thighs to where I’m getting more than a little warm and moist.
I part my legs in readiness as he strokes along the outer folds. I give a slight shudder as he teases the soft flesh of my inner thighs before parting my lips and sinking a finger into my wetness. I press my face into his neck, my hot breath gasped into his skin. Slowly, his finger works a circular motion from my clit all around my folds. I moan softly as he presses my lips against each other, spreading my increasing juices around.
He runs a finger round the very entrance of my sex before returning to tweak my clit. He twirls a finger round my sensitive button, making it slick with moisture. Long, firm strokes the full length of my folds make me moan louder, my head thrown back. He kisses my throat and pushes two fingers inside me. Slowly, he works his fingers in and out, shallow thrusts keeping me just this side of climax.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I get close to release. I cling tightly to him as he presses the heel of his hand hard against my clit. It’s too much to bear and I feel my muscles grip his fingers as I reach orgasm. I cry out, a deep groan of satisfaction as my body responds to his touch. Slow throbs beat between my legs as he slides his fingers out and strokes me until I climb down.
He cups me, keeping me warm as I lift my face to look at him.
“Well, that worked for me!” I laugh and glance down. “And I see it worked for you too!” There’s a very well-defined bulge in his jeans.
“Oh, yes. It definitely worked for me too!” He kisses me deeply as I regain my composure a bit. His hand releases me and fondles my ass as he hugs me as tightly as he can.
He moans as I wrap my fingers round the shaft, my thumb stroking along the rim of the head. I pull my skirt higher, covering up what I’m doing. Squeezing so softly, I stroke my fingers up and down the length of his cock, feeling every pulse and twitch. As I reach the head, I gently grip it and twirl my thumb round the very tip. It’s already seeping a little pre-cum which I coat my fingers with and raise them to my mouth, noisily licking it off.
We startle as voices invade our private moment and I throw my skirt over his cock, keeping my hand wrapped around it. A group of hikers come into view, stroll past just a short distance away and wave. One of them shouts “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“Lovely.” I reply cheerfully, struggling not to laugh and stroking his cock under my skirt.
“J…just heavenly!” Andy manages to stutter before having to look away, biting his bottom lip.
I continue stroking and caressing his hot shaft as they stop and stand to admire the view. Andy buries his face in my hair, moaning quietly. His hot, urgent breath moistens my neck and I know he won’t be able to keep silent much longer.
Mercifully, the walkers drift away and we’re alone again.
“Oh, thank fuck for that!” he groans out loud. His voice catches in his throat as he moans in time with my movements. He reaches down and pulls my skirt aside, revealing his throbbing cock held tightly in my grip. I stop stroking and just hold him as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me passionately.
He takes hold of my hand and removes it, letting the sea air hit his groin. It twitches in reaction to the change in temperature. He’s full-size, the head glistening in the sunlight.
“I want to be inside you.” he says, huskily. His eyes hold mine as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him savagely. I want to have him inside me too! Shocked at my own resurging passion, I pull back and stare at him, wide-eyed. He grabs me and swings me over his lap, manoeuvring me until I’m straddling him. His hands are under my buttocks, positioning me.
I grab my skirt and flip it out behind me, covering us both. I reach down and take hold of his cock. It pulses in my hand as I place it at my damp entrance. For an instant, we just look at each other.
Time stands still as he lowers me and I feel his cock push into me. Simultaneous moans erupt as I ease myself down the full length of him until I’m sitting, fully impaled, on his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my body against his. Two strong arms hold me tight as I wrap my arms around his neck.
Our faces are close together as we sit, united, not moving. Our eyes are locked and I feel his breath on my face as neither of us can bear to move. He brings one arm round and strokes my hair. I kiss the palm of his hand before he moves it behind my head, pulling me into a ferocious kiss. My heart’s pounding and I moan into his mouth as I feel him start to shift.
He starts a slow rhythm of rocking backwards and forwards, pulling me with him. I fall in time, grinding against him, feeling his swollen head fill me deep inside. His thighs jerk, raising me and then slamming me down. I hear the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks in the distance and it seems to match our motion.
I throw my head back, gasping, not caring if anyone happens to be near. His hands move below my skirt and under my ass. He grabs my butt and slides me up and down his cock. I can feel my juices coating him, making it slick. I shift backwards and forwards with him, grinding my clit against him.
“Oh yeah…..oh yeah….” he groans, as we speed things up.
His hands grip me, massaging my ass cheeks and playfully slapping me. I squirm and moan as I writhe with him fully inside me. I arch backwards as far as I can and look down. I watch as he lifts and lowers me, his cock driving deep inside. My juices are slowly seeping out, glistening as they run down his shaft, coating his balls.
“Watching, huh?” he laughs and gasps as he does the same.
I lean forward so that our bodies are inseparable. My upper arms rest on his shoulders and my hands cradle his head. I press my lips close to his and hold his gaze. “Yeah, I’m watching. I’ve missed you so much.” I feel the knot of tension deep in my stomach as my orgasm approaches and I grind my moist and swollen clit hard against him. I kiss him deeply and groan into his mouth as my climax erupts.
I pull back and moan as I enjoy the full effects. Slow, strong throbs of bliss travel all the way from the tips of my toes to the tips of my fingers. I beam with delight as wave after wave shake my body.
More throbs erupt as he joins me, pulling me down hard onto him as he bursts into me. He holds on to me tightly as he shudders with the strength of his orgasm, crying out.
“Oh God…oh my God….oh yes….” is all either of us can say as we cling on to each other, never wanting this moment to end. Lots of heavy breathing and gasping comes from both of us, together with the tightening of our hold on each other - physical and emotional.
We’re still sitting there. On the rocks. Joined.
I plant soft, butterfly kisses on his throat and neck and he continues to climb down. His hands caress my back and ruffle my hair. I feel him kiss the top of my head and I look up to see the most wonderful smile light up his face.
“Oh my word. Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“Hell yes!” I shout back at him before grabbing him for a kiss full of full-on bursting passion - and love.
I don’t want to move - ever again. But I feel him slide out of me, spent and happy. A few seconds later, I feel our mixed juices trickle down my thighs. He reaches into a pocket and magics out a couple of tissues.
“Ever the boy scout - prepared for any eventuality.” he jokes.
I laugh. “Boy scout? I don’t think you’ll get a badge for what you’ve just done!”
“You might be right!”
High in the blue sky, the seagulls fly over us and one of them decides to do what seagulls do best. A splatter of white lands right beside us on the rock, missing us by millimetres!
“Urgh! That was close!” I cry out, relieved.
“It’s supposed to be a lucky sign.”
And then we look at each other and burst out laughing.
Intimacy regained.
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