hairball18
finding my way
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We promised the girls to leave them to their personal cleaning in the camper van for some experience of what it was like to be out on the road. Tony agreed, but it meant that we had to leave it to them until they called telling us that it was safe to return. The next day we all planned to use a travelodge for the first time into our eleventh day from home in north west England. It was not the best of weather we had hoped for and there was a cool pre-autumn chill, but at least the rain stayed away leaving us with grey clouds and gruesome signs warning us about the pandemic. There were times when we wanted some food and drink from some restaurants and bars we had heard of, but apart from our own cooking there were always good old English fish and chips.
Our camper was parked by the roadside that led to a town called Southport. It was in a remote part of the countryside surrounded by thick dense woods. I put on my t-shirt and shorts as the temperature only made my nipples naturally aroused. The feel I enjoyed and I knew it would sexually arouse Tony. I was just as horny too, not being touched by him since we began our tour. However I wanted to be fresh and clean before either of indulged in any kind of sexual intercourse and it would have to be in those woods. I had my ideas to satisfy us both. I grabbed my bottle of water and his hand, and like young lovers we headed to a path which took us deeper into the wood, shadowed by the trees before sunset.
I listened to him telling me how much he wanted to fuck me. I loved the use of his words because he was mine and I trusted him more than ever before since we were married. Somehow it all became part of our sexual relationship. He pulled me back and held me tightly, lifting my t-shirt so that he could suckle upon my wanting nipples and passionately kiss my lips. “Bend over that fallen tree so that we can fuck.” He requested, but then was not the time for me. As far as I could tell it would have been eleven days since he ejaculated, and that was the morning we had left home in Devon.
“I am going to relieve you my love.” I pushed him against a tree by surprise and unzipped his shorts. Already the thoughts of fucking me had made him nice and hard and I loved that clean but musky smell of his cock. He knew how much of a cum slut I was and all he wanted to do was let me consume his loads of stored cum. I put my hand on his balls, rubbing gently to get him in more of a frenzy. He whispered my name repeatedly until I began to twist stroke his gorgeously thick shaft, feeling his hand running through my hair and his groans and pants getting louder and louder, quivering and leaving pre-cum running between my thumb and finger and dripping onto the woodland floor beneath our feet. “Don’t worry, cum as much as you want, don’t hold it back. I need it.” And on those words he fired three long strings of his cum, allowing me to take his cock into my mouth, looking up at him as he filled both my throat and mouth. “Do you want any?” I cheekily offered him, knowing that he never really loved the taste of spunk
Fooling around in the forest. Tony, you are a good man.