A Summer Night’s Survey and a Hidden Passion
Four weeks had passed since Emma and Richard’s last encounter at her cottage, and the memory of his skilled hands, his talented tongue, and his thick, cock still sent shivers through her body whenever she thought of him. Derreck’s unspoken acceptance of her occasional dalliances gave her the freedom to explore, and Richard had become a fixation, a man who fulfilled her in ways she hadn’t thought possible.
It was a warm August evening in rural Oxfordshire, the sky a deep sapphire as the last traces of daylight faded, the air heavy with the scent of blooming wildflowers and freshly cut hay. Emma and Richard were working together again, this time on a bat survey for the same conservation project that had brought them together. They stood in a narrow country lane, flanked by dense hedgerows and rolling fields, their bat detector a small, handheld device, emitting faint clicks as it picked up the ultrasonic calls of bats flitting overhead. Emma wore a light jacket over a thin cotton blouse and a skirt that swished around her knees, her body bare beneath save for a pair of panties, the warm air caressing her skin and making her nipples harden against the fabric. Richard, at 59, stood tall at six foot four, his trim frame clad in a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, his cock already stirring in his pants at the sight of Emma in the soft twilight.
The lane was quiet, save for the hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Emma held the bat detector, her eyes scanning the sky as she listened to the clicks, noting the frequency to identify the species. “That’s a common pipistrelle,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with excitement. She glanced at Richard, her lips curving into a smile. “Forty-five kilohertz, right?”
Richard nodded, stepping closer to check the device’s display. “Spot on,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. His hand brushed hers as he adjusted the detector, and the contact, however brief, sent a jolt of heat through her. She looked up at him, her hazel eyes meeting his brown ones, and saw the same desire mirrored there, a hunger that had been building between them all evening.
They’d been professional for most of the survey, focusing on their task, logging the bat activity in a notebook Richard carried in his rucksack. But the tension between them had been simmering beneath the surface, a palpable energy that made every glance, every touch, feel electric. Emma’s mind kept drifting to their previous encounters, the woodland in July, the massage at her cottage and her body ached for him, her pussy already growing wet at the thought of his touch. The warmth of the August evening only heightened her arousal, the balmy air making her skin feel alive, her senses heightened by the scent of summer around them.
Richard must have sensed it too, because he stepped even closer, his tall frame looming over her as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You’re distracting me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, carrying the faint scent of mint from the gum he’d been chewing. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Emma’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly to his words. She turned to face him, their bodies now mere inches apart, the bat detector forgotten in her hand. “Then don’t,” she whispered back, her voice a sultry invitation. She reached up, her fingers brushing his cheek, feeling the slight stubble there, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
Richard’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him as his lips crashed down on hers in a hungry kiss. Emma moaned softly into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself closer, the bat detector slipping from her hand to dangle from its strap around her wrist. His tongue teased hers, the kiss deepening as their bodies molded together, the heat between them igniting like wildfire in the warm summer air. She could feel his cock hardening against her stomach, the thick outline pressing through his trousers, and her pussy clenched with need, her panties already damp with arousal.
They stumbled backward, their lips still locked, until they reached the hedgerow lining the lane. The dense branches and leaves, lush with summer growth, formed a natural barrier, and Richard guided her through a small gap, the foliage brushing softly against their clothes as they slipped into the shadows on the other side. They were in a small clearing, a patch of grass bordered by the hedge and a field beyond, the twilight providing a sense of privacy despite the proximity to the lane. The air was warmer here, the scent of earth and wildflowers stronger, and Emma felt a thrill run through her at the thought of being so exposed yet hidden, the summer night wrapping around them like a cocoon.
Richard’s hands were on her again, pulling her jacket off and tossing it aside, his fingers deftly lifting her skirt to reveal her thighs. Emma kicked off her sandals, helping him push her skirt up around her waist, her blouse clinging to her skin with a light sheen of sweat from the warm evening. Richard’s hands slid under her blouse, lifting it over her head, and she sighed as the balmy air kissed her bare skin, her nipples hardening instantly. He groaned at the sight of her, his hands cupping her small breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as he kissed her again, his lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
Emma’s hands were just as eager, fumbling with his shirt and trousers, pulling them down to free his cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip, and she moaned at the sight of it, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. Richard kicked off his shoes and trousers, his shirt following quickly, until he stood naked before her, his tall, trim body illuminated by the faint twilight glow filtering through the hedge, his skin warm from the summer heat.
They sank to the ground together, the grass warm and slightly dewy beneath them, the scent of it mingling with the wildflowers that dotted the clearing. Richard pulled her into his lap, her legs straddling his hips, and Emma’s panties were still on, but they were soaked through, the fabric clinging to her pussy lips. Richard groaned as he felt her wetness against his cock, his hands gripping her hips as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that made her dizzy. The warmth of the August night enveloped them, the air thick with the hum of insects and the distant song of a nightingale, adding a primal rhythm to their movements.
He slipped a hand between them, his fingers brushing her clit through the fabric of her panties, and Emma gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. “You’re so wet for me,” he growled, his voice rough with desire, and she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps, the heat of the night making her feel flushed and alive. He pulled her panties aside, his fingers sliding into her with ease, her pussy slick and ready for him. Emma moaned, her head tipping back as he fingered her, his movements slow and deliberate, his thumb circling her clit while his fingers curled inside her, pressing against her G-spot. The pleasure was intense, building quickly in the warm air, and she rocked her hips against his hand, chasing the release she knew was coming. But Richard had other plans.
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to taste her, his eyes locked on hers as he licked her juices from his skin, the act so intimate it made her pussy clench. “I need you,” he said, his voice a low growl, and Emma nodded, her hands guiding his cock to her entrance. She sank down onto him, her pussy stretching around his thickness, the sensation exquisite as he filled her completely in the warm summer night. They both moaned, their bodies trembling with the intensity of it, and Emma began to move, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the grass beneath them tickling her knees.
Richard’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his thrusts meeting hers as they fucked, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The warmth of the August evening made their skin slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal, and Emma felt a primal thrill at the thought of being so exposed, the hedge their only shield from the lane beyond. She came quickly, her pussy clenching around him, her cries muffled against his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed through her, intensified by the balmy night air. Richard groaned, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, as he chased his own release, but before he could reach it, a sound from the lane made them freeze.
Voices, low, authoritative, and approaching, cut through the night air, accompanied by the faint crunch of footsteps on gravel. Emma’s heart leapt into her throat, her body tensing as she realized what was happening. Richard’s hands tightened on her hips, his cock still buried inside her, and he whispered urgently, “Police.”
They moved quickly, their movements frantic but silent as they disentangled themselves. Emma’s pussy felt empty without him, a dull ache of frustration replacing the pleasure as she scrambled for her clothes, the warm air now feeling cooler against her sweat-dampened skin. Richard pulled his trousers and shirt on, his cock still hard and straining against the fabric, while Emma tugged her blouse and skirt back into place, her panties still damp and clinging to her skin. They shoved their jackets on last, smoothing their hair and trying to look as composed as possible, just as the beam of a flashlight pierced through the hedge.
“Anyone there?” a gruff voice called, the tone laced with suspicion. Two police officers stood on the lane, their dark uniforms barely visible in the dim light, their flashlights sweeping the area. Emma and Richard stepped through the gap in the hedge, their expressions carefully neutral, though Emma’s cheeks were flushed from both the heat and their interrupted passion, her breath still coming in short gasps.
The officers, a burly man in his forties and a younger woman with sharp eyes, looked them over, their gazes lingering on the disheveled state of their clothes and the faint sheen of sweat on their skin. “We got a call from a neighbor,” the man said, his tone clipped. “Said they saw strangers lurking in the lane. What are you doing out here?”
Richard held up the bat detector, his voice calm despite the adrenaline coursing through him. “We’re with a local conservation group,” he explained, gesturing to the device. “Surveying bats. We’ve got logs to show you.” He reached into his rucksack, pulling out the notebook and handing it to the officer, who flipped through it with a skeptical eye, the warm August air carrying the faint scent of honeysuckle as he did.
Emma forced a smile, her heart still racing, the lingering heat between her legs making it hard to focus, the warmth of the night adding to her flushed state. “We didn’t mean to cause any alarm,” she said, her voice steady despite the circumstances. “We’ve been out here for a couple of hours, recording bat activity.”
The female officer shone her flashlight on the detector, then back at Emma and Richard, her expression softening slightly but still tinged with suspicion. “You’re lucky we didn’t find you doing anything else,” she said, her tone pointed, and Emma felt her cheeks heat further, certain the officers could guess what had been happening, especially given the warmth of the evening and their slightly disheveled appearance. The male officer handed the notebook back, his gaze flicking between them. “Looks legitimate,” he said gruffly. “But you should be wearing high-vis vests on these dark lanes, even in summer. It’s not safe otherwise.”
“We’ll make sure to do that next time,” Richard said, his voice polite but firm, his hand brushing Emma’s arm reassuringly. “Thank you for the advice.”
The officers nodded, their flashlights sweeping the lane one last time before they turned to leave. “Stay safe,” the woman said over her shoulder, and then they were gone, their footsteps fading as they resumed their patrol, the warm night air settling back into stillness. Emma let out a shaky breath, her body still trembling with a mix of adrenaline and unfulfilled desire, and Richard chuckled softly, pulling her close, his hands warm against her skin.
“That was close,” he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead, the warmth of his breath mingling with the summer air. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Emma’s pussy clenched at his words, her arousal flaring back to life, the heat of the August evening making her feel even more alive. “Neither am I,” she whispered, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. They waited a few minutes, ensuring the police were well out of earshot, the crickets resuming their song around them, before slipping back through the hedge into the clearing. The grass was still warm where they’d been, the air still heavy with the scent of their arousal, and Emma felt a thrill run through her at the thought of resuming where they’d left off, the summer night urging them on.
Richard pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss, the warmth of his mouth a contrast to the cooling air, and they sank back to the ground, their clothes coming off more quickly this time. Emma stripped down to her panties again, her blouse and skirt discarded in a heap, the grass tickling her bare skin, while Richard shed his shirt and trousers, his cock springing free, still hard and ready for her, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the warm night. They didn’t bother with foreplay this time, their need too urgent, the heat of the evening amplifying their desire, and Emma straddled him again, her panties pulled aside as she sank down onto his cock, her pussy stretching around him with a delicious ache, the warmth of their bodies merging with the summer air.
They fucked with a renewed intensity, the interruption only heightening their desire, their bodies moving together in a desperate rhythm, the grass beneath them warm and slightly dewy from the evening’s humidity. Emma’s hips rocked against him, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every thrust, the heat of the night making their skin slick with sweat, and she came again, her pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her, intensified by the balmy air. Richard followed soon after, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, the sound mingling with the nightingale’s song in the distance.
They collapsed together on the grass, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the warm August air, the scent of wildflowers and their arousal heavy around them. Emma lay in Richard’s arms, her head resting on his chest, the bat detector forgotten beside them, its faint clicks a reminder of the task they’d abandoned. The night stretched on, the stars above them a silent witness to their passion, the warmth of the summer evening wrapping them in its embrace, and Emma knew this wouldn’t be the last time they found themselves tangled together, their desire for each other as endless as the August sky.
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