A Woodland Encounter
The sun hung low in the Oxfordshire sky, casting golden rays through the dense canopy of ancient oaks and beeches. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, a faint breeze rustling the leaves as Emma stepped carefully along the woodland trail. She was 41, tall at five foot eleven, with a slim frame that carried an effortless grace. Her light summer dress, a pale blue fabric with tiny white daisies, clung softly to her narrow hips, the hem swaying just above her knees. Beneath it, she wore nothing, no bra, no knickers, no thighs, her skin bare against the cotton, a deliberate choice for the day. Her small, shapely breasts moved subtly as she walked, pressed against the fabric when she moved just right.
Emma’s husband, Derreck, was away for work, not due back for a few days. She loved him deeply, but their marriage had settled into a comfortable rhythm that left some of her sexual desires unfulfilled. Derreck knew she occasionally sought satisfaction elsewhere, a silent agreement between them that allowed her to explore her needs without guilt. Today, her target was Richard Foster, a man she’d met through a local conservation project. At 59, Richard was tall, six foot four, and still fit, his body trim though no longer visibly muscular. His tight jeans hugged his frame, revealing the impressive bulge of his cock, long and thick, which hung down his left leg. Like Emma, he’d foregone underwear, and the outline of his manhood was impossible to ignore.
They were in this woodland, owned by a friendly landowner who’d granted them access for the day, to survey for signs of badgers. Richard seemed to know a lot about the creatures, his knowledge both impressive and oddly arousing to Emma. She’d decided this morning, as she slipped into her dress and left her undergarments in the drawer, that she would seduce him today. The thought of his tall frame, his experienced hands, and that large cock had already set her body humming with anticipation.
The Trail
The trail wound deeper into the woods, the ground soft underfoot from recent rain. Richard walked a few steps ahead, his t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders, his jeans accentuating the strong lines of his legs. Emma’s eyes lingered on the bulge in his pants, noting how it seemed to shift as he moved. She bit her lip, her pulse quickening.
“Here,” Richard said, stopping abruptly and squatting down. He pointed to a small pile of dark, earthy droppings, badger scat, or “scrat,” as he called it. He frequently got words slightly wrong and Emma was amused at his misuse of the name of a delightful characters name. He picked up a stick and gently prodded the pile, breaking it apart to examine its contents. “See how fresh this is? They’ve been here recently.” His voice was deep, steady, with a hint of excitement as he pointed to a faint trail of grass trimmings leading off into the underbrush. “They drag this in for bedding.”
Emma squatted in front of him, her legs to one side, careful to position herself so he’d have a clear view. She’d unbuttoned the top of her dress just enough to reveal the gentle curve of her breasts when she leaned forward, her nipples already hardening in the cool air. She mirrored his posture, pretending to study the scat, but her focus was on him. “That’s fascinating,” she said, her voice soft, almost a purr. She leaned in closer, letting the neckline of her dress dip further, her breasts fully visible to him now.
Richard’s eyes flicked up from the scat, and for a moment, they lingered on her chest. His gaze was unapologetic, a spark of interest flaring in his brown eyes before he returned to the trail of grass. But Emma had seen enough. As they both stood, she noticed the change in his jeans, the bulge had lengthened, his cock growing thicker, now pushing down his left leg rather than hanging. The outline was unmistakable, and her breath caught in her throat.
“Those jeans look good on you,” she said, her tone casual but laced with meaning. “They show you’re in good shape.” She didn’t mention his cock directly, but her eyes flicked down briefly, and the slight curve of her lips made her intent clear.
Richard’s mouth twitched into a half-smile, his gaze meeting hers. “Thanks,” he said simply, but there was a roughness to his voice now, a hint of desire that hadn’t been there before. He adjusted his stance, and the movement only made his arousal more apparent. Emma felt a rush of heat between her legs, her pussy already growing wet at the thought of what was to come.
The Sett
They continued along the trail, the tension between them building with every step. The woodland opened into a small clearing where the badger sett was nestled against a low embankment, a series of tunnels and mounds surrounded by trampled grass and scattered leaves. Richard squatted again, pointing out the details with the same enthusiasm he’d shown earlier. “See here,” he said, gesturing to a pile of torn grass near one of the entrances. “They’ve dragged this in for bedding. And over there,” he pointed to a patch of flattened earth,“ that is where the cubs have been playing.”
Emma squatted in front of him again, this time facing him directly. Her legs were slightly parted, the hem of her dress riding up to bunch on her thighs. The fabric had shifted just enough to expose her pussy, the trim outer lips glistening faintly with her arousal, her inner lips peeking through, a slight glimpse. She leaned forward, following his explanation, but her eyes were on his face, watching for his reaction.
Richard’s words faltered for a moment as his gaze dropped. His eyes lingered on her pussy, taking in the sight of her exposed sex, before traveling up to her breasts, still visible through the unbuttoned neckline of her dress. Finally, his eyes returned to her face, and the heat in his expression was undeniable. Emma felt a thrill run through her, her clit throbbing at the knowledge that he was looking at her, wanting her.
She shifted slightly, letting her legs part a fraction more, and Richard’s breath hitched. The bulge in his jeans had grown even more pronounced, his cock now fully hard, jutting to one side and stretching the fabric across the width of his hip. Emma’s mouth watered at the sight, her arousal spiking as she realized just how much he wanted her. The fact that he’d allowed his eyes to linger on her most intimate place told her everything she needed to know, they were going to fuck, and it was going to happen soon.
The Survey Changes
The air in the clearing seemed to thicken as Emma and Richard moved away from the badger sett, the faint rustle of leaves underfoot mingling with the distant calls of a blackbird. The tension between them had reached a fever pitch, a palpable energy that made Emma’s skin tingle with every step. Her body was a live wire, her pussy slick with arousal, the absence of underwear beneath her light summer dress making her hyper-aware of every brush of fabric against her sensitive skin. Her nipples, already hard, pressed against the cotton, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs with each movement. She glanced at Richard, her eyes drawn once again to the obscene bulge in his tight jeans. His cock was fully hard now, jutting to one side, the thick outline stretching across the width of his hip. The sight made her mouth water, her clit throbbing with need.
Emma stopped abruptly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she leaned against a sturdy oak tree. The rough bark pressed into her back through the thin fabric of her dress, a sharp contrast to the softness of her skin. She tilted her head back slightly, her chestnut hair spilling over her shoulders, and looked at Richard with an invitation in her eyes. He didn’t hesitate. His tall frame closed the distance between them in two strides, his height towering over her as he stepped close, his body radiating heat. The scent of him, earthy, with a hint of sweat and the faint musk of his arousal, filled her senses, making her dizzy with want.
Richard leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened into something hungry, almost desperate. His mouth was warm, his tongue teasing hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. Emma moaned softly into the kiss, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath his t-shirt. His hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her narrow hips before reaching for her leg. He lifted it with a gentle but firm grip, raising the skirt of her dress and exposing her pussy to the cool air of the woodland.
The sensation of being bared to him, her most intimate place on display, made Emma’s heart race. She could feel the dampness of her arousal, the way her trim outer lips glistened in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. Her inner lips, peeking through but not prominent, throbbed with need, and she knew Richard could see it all, the evidence of her desire for him. His eyes darkened as he broke the kiss, his gaze dropping to take in the sight of her. “God, Emma,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust. “You’re beautiful.”
Her hands moved with a frantic urgency, fumbling with his belt and then the button of his jeans. The metal clinked softly as she worked, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked down to watch his cock spring free. It shot out of his jeans, thick and heavy, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip. The sight of him, eight inches of hard, uncut cock, so thick she couldn’t fully wrap her hand around it, made her pussy clench with need. Richard had lifted her skirt enough to fully bare her now, the fabric bunched around her waist, and without hesitation, her hand reached for him, guiding him to her entrance.
Her pussy was dripping at the opening, her arousal coating her inner thighs, but drier within, and Richard had to work his way in slowly. He thrust gently at first, each movement deeper than the last, his cock stretching her in a way that made her gasp. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and the slightest edge of discomfort as her body adjusted to his size. Emma’s hand found her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he filled her, her fingers slick with her own juices. The combination of his thick cock and her own touch sent her spiraling toward the edge, her breath hitching as the pressure built.
Richard’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her against the tree as he thrust deeper, his movements slow but deliberate. “You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice low and strained. “So wet for me.” His words sent a jolt of heat through her, and she moaned, her head tipping back against the bark. The rough texture scraped against her scalp, a sharp contrast to the softness of his hands on her skin, and the duality of sensations only heightened her arousal.
With each thrust, Richard’s cock slid deeper, her juices coating him, lubricating his passage. Emma’s fingers moved faster on her clit, her body trembling as the pleasure built to a crescendo. She could feel every inch of him, the way his thickness stretched her, the way the head of his cock nudged against her deepest places. Her orgasm hit her hard, a wave of pleasure that made her cry out, her voice echoing through the woods. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls pulsing as her body shuddered against the tree, the rough bark biting into her back as Richard’s firm body pressed her against it.
But Richard wasn’t done with her. He pulled out slowly, his cock slick with her juices, and knelt before her, his hands spreading her thighs wider. Emma’s legs trembled as she looked down at him, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. His lips found her sex, kissing her tenderly at first, his tongue flicking out to taste her. The sensation of his warm mouth on her sensitive clit made her whimper, her hands tangling in his hair as he began to explore her with his tongue. He lapped at her, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her arousal.
His fingers joined his tongue, two of them sliding inside her with ease, her pussy still slick from her orgasm. He curled them, searching for the spot he knew would drive her wild, his movements careful but firm. Emma’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as he found her G-spot, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her. “Right there,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Oh, God, Richard, right there.”
He didn’t let up, his fingers pressing against that sensitive spot while his tongue worked her clit, circling and flicking in a rhythm that made her see stars. Emma’s second orgasm built more slowly this time, a deep, rolling wave that started in her core and spread outward, her entire body tensing as it approached. When it hit, it was even more intense than the first, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came, her cries echoing through the trees. Her legs gave out, and Richard’s free hand caught her, holding her up as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body trembling against him.
Richard stood, his cock still hard and glistening with her juices, and flipped her around so she faced the tree. Emma braced her hands against the bark, her dress still bunched around her waist, her pussy exposed and aching for him. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding in with ease now, her body fully adjusted to his size. His strokes were perfect, each thrust filling her completely while also stroking her G-spot with every movement. The angle was exquisite, the head of his cock hitting that sensitive spot with every thrust, and Emma felt another orgasm building almost immediately.
A small climax rocked her, her pussy fluttering around him, but Richard didn’t stop. His hands gripped her hips, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, building her pleasure higher and higher. Emma’s moans turned to cries, her body trembling as the pressure became almost unbearable. “Richard,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m going to, oh, God, I’m going to come again.”
“Let go,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Come for me, Emma.” His words pushed her over the edge, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her legs shook, her hands gripping the tree for support as her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shuddering with the intensity of it.
Emma pulled away from him, her pussy feeling empty without his presence, the sudden absence of his cock leaving her aching for more. She squatted and turned, her eyes locking with his as she took him into her mouth. Her hand cupped his balls, feeling their weight as she worked the small portion of his shaft she could fit, her lips stretching around his thickness. Richard groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he watched her, his brown eyes dark with desire. She could taste herself on him, the musky sweetness of her arousal mingling with the saltiness of his skin, and the combination drove her wild.
She worked him with her mouth and hand, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive underside. Richard’s breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly as he neared the edge. “Emma,” he groaned, his voice a warning. “I’m going to.” Before he could finish, hot spurts of cum sprayed into the back of her mouth, the taste of him filling her senses. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his as she took every drop, her hand still stroking him gently as he came down from his high.
A Deeper Connection
They parted, and Emma stood, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she pulled Richard into a deep kiss. Their tongues danced together, the taste of his cum still lingering in her mouth, a shared intimacy that made her pulse race. The kiss was slow, languid, a contrast to the frantic need of moments before, and Emma felt a warmth spread through her chest, a connection that went beyond the physical. Her hand had kept hold of his cock as it softened, her fingers wrapped around the now-flaccid length, but as they kissed, she felt him swelling again, growing hard under her touch.
They broke the kiss, their breaths mingling in the cool air, and Emma looked into his eyes, seeing the same hunger she felt reflected there. Without a word, they each began to strip, their movements frantic with renewed desire. Emma pulled her dress over her head, the fabric catching briefly on her hair before she tossed it aside, leaving her completely naked in the dappled sunlight. Her slim frame, small breasts, and narrow hips were on full display, her neat pussy glistening with the evidence of her arousal. Richard yanked his t-shirt off, revealing a chest dusted with graying hair, his body still trim and fit despite his age. He kicked off his jeans, his cock springing free once more, already hard and ready for her.
Richard grabbed a blanket from his rucksack, his movements quick but deliberate, his cock waving obscenely from his groin as he worked. He spread the blanket on the ground, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the rough earth beneath, and turned to Emma, his eyes raking over her naked body. “Now let’s fuck,” he said, his voice rough with desire, and the rawness of his words sent a shiver down her spine.
Emma stepped onto the blanket, her bare feet sinking into the soft fabric, and reached for him, her hands sliding up his chest as she pulled him down with her. They knelt together, their bodies pressed close, and Emma marveled at the feel of him, his skin warm against hers, the faint roughness of his chest hair against her breasts, the hard length of his cock pressing into her stomach. She kissed him again, her hands roaming his body, tracing the lines of his arms, the curve of his hips, the strength still evident in his 59-year-old frame.
Richard’s hands were on her too, exploring her with a reverence that made her heart ache. He cupped her small breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth. His hands slid down her sides, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her narrow hips, before settling on her ass, pulling her closer. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Emma smiled, her hands sliding down to grip his cock, stroking him slowly as she looked into his eyes. “Then don’t,” she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. She pushed him back gently, guiding him to lie down on the blanket, and straddled him, her thighs bracketing his hips. His cock stood proud between them, thick and hard, and Emma positioned herself above him, her pussy hovering just over the tip. She teased him for a moment, rubbing her slick folds against him, coating him with her arousal, before sinking down slowly, taking him inch by inch.
The stretch was exquisite, his thickness filling her completely, and Emma moaned as she settled onto him, her hands braced on his chest. She began to move, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust. Richard’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his eyes locked on hers as she rode him. The pleasure built quickly, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every downward thrust, and Emma felt another orgasm approaching, her body trembling with the intensity of it.
She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her nails digging into his chest. Richard groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he felt her walls pulse around him, her juices coating his cock. But he didn’t let her stop. He sat up, pulling her into his lap, his arms wrapping around her as he began to thrust up into her, his movements deep and powerful. Emma clung to him, her arms around his neck, her forehead pressed to his as they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync.
They fucked like that for what felt like hours, their movements slowing at times, becoming languid and sensual, savoring the feel of each other. Richard’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her spine, the softness of her thighs, the small of her back. Emma’s fingers explored his shoulders, his arms, the hard lines of his hips, marveling at the way his body felt against hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues tangling, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other.
Eventually, Richard flipped her onto her back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her again, his thrusts slow and deep. The blanket beneath her was soft, a contrast to the hard ground, and Emma arched her back, her hands gripping his shoulders as he drove into her. Their eyes locked, a shared intensity passing between them, and Emma felt a connection she hadn’t expected, a deep, primal bond that went beyond the physical.
They switched positions again, Richard taking her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, her moans echoing through the woods. Emma’s hands braced against the blanket, her body rocking with each thrust, the pleasure building once more. She came again, her pussy clenching around him, her cries mingling with the sounds of the woodland, the rustle of leaves, the distant cry of a Jay.
By the time they finally collapsed on the blanket, spent and sated, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the woodland in a soft twilight glow. Emma lay in Richard’s arms, her head resting on his chest, their bodies still tangled together. She could hear the steady thump of his heartbeat, feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, and she felt a deep satisfaction, her needs fulfilled in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Richard’s hand stroked her hair, a tender gesture that made her smile, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time they met like this.
They dressed slowly, their movements languid, and packed up their things. As they walked back along the trail, the air between them was different now, still charged, but with a new understanding. Emma’s body hummed with the memory of their encounter, her pussy still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasms, and she couldn’t help but glance at Richard, a smile playing on her lips. The thought of what they’d shared and what they might share again made her pulse race with anticipation.
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