Holy hell you guys! Yeah, that made my toes curl and mind wander a little bit.
It was definitely one to keep in the memory banks, that one 
Hehe, toe-curling is good
I'm kind of annoyed that there was no opportunity for a filthy picnic this year. The summer sort of got away from me, and now it's all drizzly and cold, and it gets dark early... Which is lovely for fireside filth, but I do like the great outdoors...
Build a great bonfire and then have at the outdoor filth!!!
Hehe, nice idea, Scott. Although my favoured picnic ground might attract too much attention if I built a beacon to cavort around, it's on quite high ground, in the middle of nowhere!
It'll have to be indoor fire and filth for now....
Hehe, nice idea, Scott. Although my favoured picnic ground might attract too much attention if I built a beacon to cavort around, it's on quite high ground, in the middle of nowhere!
It'll have to be indoor fire and filth for now....
Hehe, nice idea, Scott. Although my favoured picnic ground might attract too much attention if I built a beacon to cavort around, it's on quite high ground, in the middle of nowhere!
It'll have to be indoor fire and filth for now....
Hehe, nice idea, Scott. Although my favoured picnic ground might attract too much attention if I built a beacon to cavort around, it's on quite high ground, in the middle of nowhere!
It'll have to be indoor fire and filth for now....
On an impossibly romantic balcony
https://i.imgur.com/TlB6jzM.jpg
We'd booked one of those overwater bungalows for the South Pacific leg of our 'trip of a lifetime'. If you're only going to do it once, you'd better do it right... I'd hoped that the terrace would be private. Partly for naked sunbathing, but mainly for filthy outdoor fucking.
When we arrived, disaster! The terrace of the allotted room was overlooked by one of the bars, maybe fifty metres away. There was no corner in which you could even have had a sneaky fiddle, never mind the full-on outdoor session I'd had in mind since we'd booked.
After a bit of face-pulling and negotiation, though, we were reinstalled in an alternative location, this time facing right out to sea, and offset from the neighbouring bungalows so no-one could really see what anyone else was getting up to. Perfect.
There was a large wide terrace with two sturdy loungers, chairs, a couple of hammocks (a bit ambitious!), and then down some steps a second, lower platform. That one had the ladder for getting into the sea, and was also a little more overlooked. If you were looking...
We'd taken the chairs and a little coffee table down to the lower platform earlier in the evening to watch the sunset with an aperitivo. That was pretty damn romantic on its own, of course. After a small dinner in the restaurant we took a bottle of wine back down to the lower platform and sat in the darkness, sipping the wine, chatting quietly, marvelling at the clear night sky full of stars. And kind of waiting for our neighbours to go to bed
On one side the neighbouring bungalow was quiet and dark. On the other the female half of the young couple was lounging in one of the hammocks. Eventually she was summoned indoors, and we were alone.
I was wearing just a sarong, him in a robe, cockring already in place, and not a moment too soon, if you're familiar with the impossibility of getting one of those things on once any sort of stirring has occurred. I had one foot up on the coffee table, and the warm night air on my skin felt lovely, breezes like the softest caress. I hadn't imagined that anything would happen down on the slightly exposed lower platform, so I was quite surprised when I felt his hand run up my thigh, and then his fingers at my pussy lips.
I was a little hesitant at first, it seemed very much out in full view down on the lower platform, but he was gently insistent, and I gradually relaxed into it. And as usual for me, I quite liked the idea of people watching, if anyone had come out onto their own little balcony and discreetly observed my treatment.
He told me afterwards that I went from "Really? Right here? Are you sure?" to legs spread wide, wanton abandonment and "Fuck yes, bring it on" in seconds
He knelt between my knees and put his head between my thighs. I felt his tongue seeking out my nectar, and it can't have been difficult to find... I laid my head back and enjoyed him performing his magic at my clit. I tried to remember to look at the stars and listen to the breakers crashing onto the distant reef. And I tried to be quiet. Mostly successfully, I think.
At some point I grabbed his head and ground against his tongue, I'm sure, because there's always a point when all rational thought is gone and all I am is my clit, racing towards the cliff and so, so ready to leap over it.
After I'd cum, he nuzzled me briefly while I came down, and gradually became aware of my surroundings again. It truly is a 'little death', an orgasm...
He sat back in his chair, and I could see from his silhouette in the dark that he was very aroused. His cock was pointing at the sky, with the gorgeous curve he gets when he's particularly excited. When I took my turn to kneel before him, I found out just how excited he was. There was copious precum, and I lapped at it, but carefully, so as not to push him too high. His balls were freshly shaved and beautifully smooth, and I gave them the attention they deserved, too.
I recall thinking at this point that if anyone could see us, the silhouette of me kneeling between his legs taking his cock in my mouth would be unmistakeable, but I really didn't care.
I edged him a few times, which is way more difficult when you're both trying not to be too noisy. Eventually he'd reached the 'got to fuck you right now' level, and shooed me up the stairs to the loungers.
I lay back and he plunged into me with the fervour of a man who's been taken pretty close to the edge and back. There's nothing quite like the deep, deep penetration borne of rampant desire - there was no slow, teasing entry this time, just a full slide of his whole length into me in one smooth stroke, and I loved it.
After a solid pounding, he produced the Womanizer and I flipped over onto my hands and knees so he could take me from behind whilst I wielded it. I think I came twice with it, once in that position, and once in 'scissors', but to be honest it's a bit of blur. A lovely confused blurry tangle of limbs and slippery parts.
He pressed me once more into the lounger cushion with his final thrustings, and came hard with a silent roar.
And then we retreated inside to bed, and I was asleep in seconds.
Postscript: a couple of days later we were both up for a repeat. There was a new couple in the bungalow next door though, and as the night drew on, they seemed to be waiting and watching for everyone to disappear. We decided we'd had our go, and left them alone to the stars and the crashing of the waves, while we made our own roaring inside...
I loved reading your earlier vacation outdoor shenanigan's story and lament your missing out on the picnic filth.
But I'll gladly confess to believing the potential for fireplace filth looks very appealing to me.
That's a lovely and very sexy picture.
It's a lovely thing, an open fire. You can hear the wood crackling, smell the woodsmoke, watch the flames. Very romantic...
Yummy might be an understatement, lovely Numi!
this should be the "yummy boudoir" thread
Great story and imagery! Nothing beats vacation sex for fueling the libido!
Next stop, the West Indies...
Enjoy Anthony and Sir Ian lovely,
Are you just there for the weekend? we’ve had warnings at work about extinction rebellion protests aiming to bring chunks of the city to a standstill from Monday, hopefully you’ll be out of there before it starts,
ps - do you know it’s London cocktail week?
https://drinkup.london/cocktailweek
Dropping off some love and hugs for sweet Numi…
Hope you have been well sweetie...
You're sounding like Tony the Tiger now, rather than Garfield!
Bouncy, bouncy, etc
Glad you had a gorgeous time, I haven’t seen Antony yet - my other half fancies that one too so I need to plan a Saturday but I’m even more excited now...
And I know what you mean about Sir Ian - but I will forgive him anything... and I suspect my last chance to see him live so it was magical all the same plus at the end I actually got to lock eyes when I put into his charity collection bucket so I left on a high - I am so glad it’s such a massive run, all national treasure’s should do a nationwide run... it should be a law...
And not much disruption from the protestors today, except Pret was busier than usual and the veggie sarnies were running low... and I would forgive any disruption because on my way back from lunch I chanced upon Mark Rylance addressing the crowd...
There are worse lunch breaks....
He's awfully good. And I loved him in Wolf Hall, although Ben Miles was an incredible Cromwell on-stage.
