OxonWoods Man

Category: Recollections

Stories based on fact

  • Emma – 06 – New Chapter

    A Clearing at Dusk: Rekindling a Marriage

    The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over Emma’s Oxfordshire cottage as Derreck’s car pulled into the driveway. Emma stood at the kitchen window, her body still tingling from her morning with Richard, her pussy sore but sated in the best way, the memory of his thick cock and their passionate fucking in his workshop lingering in her mind. She still wore the pale blue summer dress with tiny white daisies, the same one she’d worn for her first encounter with Richard, her body bare beneath it, the fabric clinging to her skin, a reminder of the freedom she’d felt with him.

    But now, as Derreck stepped through the door, his familiar smile lighting up his face, Emma felt a new determination settle over her. Her marriage to Derreck was loving, a partnership built on trust and companionship, but their sex life had always been lacking, a fact that had driven her into Richard’s arms. Derreck’s acceptance of her dalliances had given her the freedom to explore her desires, but she didn’t want to rely on others to fulfill her needs forever. She wanted to awaken their sex life, to teach Derreck how to please her, to build a deeper intimacy between them. The morning’s quick, unsatisfying sex had only solidified her resolve, and she was ready to take the first step.

    “Evening, love,” Derreck said, setting his bag down and pulling her into a hug, his arms warm and familiar around her. He was in his mid-forties, average height with a solid build, his dark hair flecked with gray, his brown eyes soft with affection. “How was your day?”

    Emma smiled, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him, her hazel eyes bright with intent. “It was good,” she said, her voice light but laced with meaning. “But I was thinking, how about a walk after dinner? Just the two of us. It’s a beautiful evening.”

    Derreck raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “A walk, huh? Sounds nice. Let me change, and I’ll help with dinner.”

    They moved through the evening with a comfortable ease, preparing a simple meal of grilled chicken and salad, their conversation flowing as they ate at the small kitchen table. Emma steered the discussion toward their shared memories, reminiscing about the early days of their marriage, the trips they’d taken, the dreams they’d had. Derreck opened up about his day at work, his voice animated as he described a new project, and Emma listened, her heart swelling with affection for the man she’d chosen to spend her life with. The conversation was lovely, a reminder of the bond they shared, and it set the tone for what she hoped would be a transformative evening.

    As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, they set out for their walk, hand in hand, the warm August air wrapping around them like a soft embrace. Emma led the way, her bare feet slipping into sandals, her dress swishing around her knees, the lack of underwear making her feel bold and free. Derreck wore a light shirt and trousers, his hand warm in hers as they walked through the village and toward the woods where she and Richard had seen the herd of Roe deer just a week ago. The memory of that dawn, the deer, and Richard’s cock inside her, sent a shiver through her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the man beside her, the man she wanted to reconnect with.

    They reached the clearing just as the light began to fade, the sky a deep indigo streaked with the last traces of sunset, the air heavy with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. The clearing was as beautiful as Emma remembered, the grass shimmering with the first hints of evening dew, the surrounding trees casting long shadows in the fading light. They crouched behind the same cluster of ferns where Emma and Richard had hidden, their movements quiet to avoid startling any wildlife, and waited, their eyes scanning the clearing for the herd of Roe deer they’d come to see.

    The deer appeared just as they had before, emerging from the trees on the far side of the clearing, their slender forms moving with a quiet grace that took Emma’s breath away. It was the same small herd, eleven Roe deer of different ages, heading in the same direction as they had a week ago, their movements calm and deliberate as they grazed and explored the clearing. Emma squeezed Derreck’s hand, her voice a soft whisper. “There they are,” she said, her eyes bright with wonder, and Derreck nodded, his own expression filled with awe as he watched the deer, his hand tightening in hers.

    The herd consisted of three adult does, their reddish-brown coats glowing in the dusk, their movements methodical as they nibbled at the grass, their large, dark eyes scanning the clearing for any sign of danger. Two adult bucks followed, their antlers small but elegant, covered in velvet, a sign of the late summer season, their steps confident as they moved through the grass, occasionally lifting their heads to sniff the air. Four yearlings, their coats a slightly lighter shade, stayed close to the does, their movements playful, darting between the adults in short bursts of energy, their hooves barely making a sound on the soft grass. Two fawns, born earlier in the summer, trailed behind, their spotted coats blending with the dappled light, their small ears flicking as they took tentative steps, their curiosity evident in their wide, innocent eyes.

    Emma and Derreck watched in silence, their wonder growing with each passing minute, the deer’s behavior a perfect blend of caution and curiosity. The does grazed with a steady rhythm, their teeth tearing at the grass with a soft, rustling sound, their tails flicking to ward off the occasional fly. The bucks were more alert, one of them pausing to rub his antlers against a small sapling, the faint scraping sound echoing in the still air, marking his territory with a quiet confidence. The yearlings bounded playfully, chasing each other in short bursts, one of them leaping over a patch of wildflowers, its hooves kicking up tiny droplets of dew that sparkled in the fading light. The fawns grew bolder, venturing a few steps away from their mothers, their small noses twitching as they sniffed the air, their small bodies trembling with the excitement of the evening.

    As they watched, Derreck’s hand tightened in hers, his voice soft but tinged with vulnerability. “Emma,” he began, his tone hesitant, “do you feel like I’m enough for you? I know this morning wasn’t good, I came too quickly, and I could tell you weren’t satisfied. I just… I don’t want you to feel like you’re missing something.”

    Emma turned to him, her heart aching at the uncertainty in his voice, and she squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his with a fierce honesty. “Derreck,” she said, her voice firm but gentle, “you are enough for me. I love you, and I want us to be better together. This morning wasn’t about you not being enough, it’s about us needing to take the time to learn each other’s bodies, to understand what we need. I want you to please me, and I want to show you how. You just need to let things last longer, to explore me without rushing.”

    She paused, her gaze softening as she continued, her words direct but kind. “I enjoy sex, Derreck, but sometimes it feels like you treat it as something dirty, like you’re using me and don’t want to debase me by taking too long. I don’t feel that way, I want you to take your time, to worship my body, to let us both enjoy it fully. It’s not about abusing me, it’s about connecting with me.”

    Derreck’s eyes widened, a mix of relief and nervousness flickering across his face, and he nodded, his hand trembling slightly in hers. “I want that too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to make you feel good, Emma. Show me how.”

    The deer moved off, their forms disappearing into the trees, their departure as graceful as their arrival, and Emma turned to Derreck, her confidence a stark contrast to his nervousness. She stood, pulling him to his feet, and began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her naked in the fading light, her small breasts and neat pussy exposed to the warm evening air. Derreck hesitated, his hands fumbling as he followed her lead, pulling off his shirt and trousers, his body bare beside hers, his cock already stirring with arousal but his movements betraying his uncertainty.

    Emma stepped closer, her hands guiding his to her body, her voice soft but direct as she began to teach him. “I want to show you how to touch me,” she said, her fingers sliding down to her pussy, parting her lips to reveal her clit, already swollen with arousal. “Start here, with my clit. Use your fingers like this, light, circular motions, not too hard.” She demonstrated, her fingers moving in slow circles, her breath hitching as the pleasure began to build, her eyes locked on his to ensure he was watching.

    Derreck nodded, his fingers replacing hers, his touch tentative at first but growing more confident as she guided him. “Like this?” he asked, his voice a mix of nervousness and determination, and Emma moaned softly, her hips shifting to meet his touch.

    “Yes, just like that,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “Now, I want you to use your fingers inside me. Slide two fingers in here.” She guided his hand, positioning his fingers at her entrance, her pussy already wet with arousal. “Go slow at first, then curl them upward, toward my belly. You’re looking for a spot that feels a little rougher, a little different. That’s my G-spot.”

    Derreck followed her instructions, his fingers sliding into her with a slow, careful motion, her pussy clenching around him as he moved. Emma moaned, her hand resting on his wrist as she guided him, her voice direct and clear. “There, right there! You feel that? Now press against it, not too hard, just a steady pressure. And move your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, like you’re beckoning someone. Keep the pressure consistent, and don’t stop.”

    Derreck’s fingers curled, pressing against her G-spot with a steady pressure, his movements slow and deliberate as he followed her instructions, the motion sending sparks of pleasure through her. Emma’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his hand, the sensation building in waves as he found the rhythm she needed. “Yes, Derreck, that’s perfect,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Keep going, just like that.”

    She let him work her G-spot for a moment, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, before she spoke again, her voice a mix of need and encouragement. “Now, I want you to use your tongue on my clit at the same time. Lick me here,” she pointed to her clit, her fingers brushing it lightly “in slow circles, like you did with your fingers. Don’t be afraid to get messy, just keep the pressure light and steady.”

    Derreck hesitated, his nervousness evident in the way his hands trembled, but he leaned down, his breath hot against her pussy as he pressed his tongue to her clit. His first licks were clumsy, too fast and uneven, and Emma guided him with a gentle hand on his head, her voice patient but firm. “Slower, Derreck. Like this, circle it slowly, keep the pressure light. Don’t flick it too hard, just let your tongue glide over it, like you’re tasting me.”

    He adjusted, his tongue slowing, the circles becoming more deliberate, and Emma moaned, her hips bucking against his face as the pleasure intensified, the combination of his fingers on her G-spot and his tongue on her clit driving her closer to the edge. “Yes, that’s it,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need. “Don’t stop, Derreck, please don’t stop.”

    Her orgasm built quickly, a deep, rolling wave that started in her core and spread outward, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came, her cries echoing through the clearing. The pleasure was strong, a release that left her trembling, her body shuddering against him as she rode out the waves, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him close. Derreck pulled back, his face flushed, his lips glistening with her juices, and Emma smiled, pulling him into a kiss, tasting herself on him as they shared the moment.

    They took a break, lying together on the grass, their bodies pressed close, their hands caressing each other as they talked, their voices soft in the quiet evening. “That was amazing,” Derreck said, his voice filled with wonder, and Emma nodded, her hand stroking his chest, her touch tender and loving.

    “You did so well,” she said, her voice warm with affection. “I just need you to take your time, to let us enjoy each other. It’s not about rushing, it’s about connecting.”

    They lay there for a while, their caresses gentle, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm, the warmth of the August evening wrapping around them. But Emma wasn’t done teaching him, and as she felt his cock harden against her thigh, she guided him into her, rolling onto her side so they could spoon, her back pressed to his chest, his cock positioned at her entrance.

    “Like this,” she said, her voice soft but direct, guiding his cock into her pussy with a slow, deliberate motion, the angle allowing him to fill her completely. “Move slowly at first, Derreck. Use your cock to stroke me here,” she guided his fingers to her G-spot, showing him the angle,“and let me use my fingers on my clit. I’m not degrading you or complaining by using my fingers, they’re here to worship your action, to make it even better for both of us.”

    Derreck nodded, his breath catching as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, his cock stroking her just right, with each movement, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her. Emma’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucked her, the combination building her pleasure higher, her moans growing louder in the quiet clearing. She could hear his breath catch, a sign he was close, and she turned her head, her voice urgent. “Derreck, I can feel you’re close. Step back from release, try to last longer. I want to come with you.”

    He heeded her words, slowing his thrusts, his breath ragged as he fought to hold back, his hands gripping her hips as he focused on her pleasure. Emma’s fingers moved faster, her pussy clenching around him as her first orgasm hit, a deep, rolling wave that made her cry out, her body trembling against him. She came again soon after, the pleasure building more slowly this time, a longer, gentler wave that left her gasping, her pussy pulsing around him as he continued to thrust, his control impressive as he held back his own release.

    Finally, Derreck couldn’t hold back any longer, his thrusts growing erratic as he came, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, his body shuddering against hers. They rested again, their bodies still pressed close, their hands caressing each other as they caught their breath, the warmth of the evening air soothing their sweat-dampened skin. To Derreck’s surprise, he felt himself harden again, his cock stirring against her thigh, and Emma smiled, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her.

    “Missionary this time,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, guiding his cock into her pussy as he settled between her legs, his body covering hers. The sex was good, not as great as it had been with Richard, but far better than their usual, Derreck’s thrusts deep and steady, his eyes locked on hers as they moved together, their connection deepening with every movement. Emma came again, a soft, gentle orgasm that left her smiling, her hands stroking his back as he followed, his second release filling her pussy as he groaned, his body trembling with the intensity of it.

    They lay together in the grass, their bodies tangled, the stars beginning to appear in the indigo sky above them, the clearing quiet now that the deer had moved on. Emma felt a new hope blooming in her chest, a belief that she and Derreck could improve, that their sex life could become something more fulfilling. As they dressed, their movements slow and tender, she pondered finding some guidance for him online, perhaps articles or videos that could help him learn more about pleasing her, about taking his time, about connecting with her on a deeper level.

    They walked home slowly, hand in hand, the warm August night wrapping around them, their conversation soft and filled with promise. Emma felt a sense of closure, a chapter in her life coming to an end, and as they walked, she discreetly pulled out her phone, sending a text to Richard: “Thanks, you were good for me.”

    Richard’s reply came quickly, his words affirming her decision: “You too, Emma. Take care.” The brevity of the message, unlike his normal rhyming texts, was clear, he knew their sexual encounters were over, a mutual understanding that closed the chapter of their affair, leaving Emma free to focus on her marriage, on the man she loved.

    As they reached the cottage, Derreck pulled her into a hug, his arms warm and familiar around her, and Emma smiled, her heart full of hope for the future, knowing that she and Derreck had taken the first step toward a deeper, more fulfilling connection, one that would grow with time and care.

  • Emma – 05 – Work of Desire

    A Morning of Unfulfilled Desire and a Workshop Reunion

    The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window of Emma’s Oxfordshire cottage, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets where she lay beside her husband, Derreck. It was a week after her dawn encounter with Richard in the woods, where they’d watched a herd of Roe deer and resumed their passionate lovemaking, and the memory of Richard’s thick, long cock and the way he’d fucked her against a tree still lingered in her mind, igniting a restless heat in her body. Her marriage to Derreck was loving, but it had never fully satisfied her sexual needs, a fact he accepted by allowing her occasional dalliances, and this morning, she woke with an ache between her legs that demanded attention.

    Emma stirred, her body already humming with arousal, the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air from the night before. She and Derreck had made love, a session that had given her a couple of orgasms but left her wanting more, her body craving the intensity she’d found with Richard. As she rolled onto her side, her hand brushed against Derreck’s cock, still soft in sleep, and she could smell herself on him, the musky scent of her arousal from their previous encounter sending a jolt of heat straight to her pussy. The memory of Richard’s touch, his scent, his cock, flooded her mind, and she couldn’t resist the urge to act.

    She slid her hand beneath the sheets, her fingers wrapping around Derreck’s cock, stroking him gently as she pressed her body closer to his. He stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as he began to harden under her touch, his body responding even in the haze of sleep. Emma’s breath quickened, her pussy growing wet as she felt him grow in her hand, the familiar shape of him a contrast to the vivid memory of Richard’s larger, thicker cock. Derreck’s eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he registered her touch, his voice rough with sleep. “Morning, love,” he murmured, his hand reaching for her, but Emma was already moving, her need too urgent for words.

    She straddled him, her pussy slick with arousal as she positioned herself above him, her eyes shutting tight as she lowered herself onto his cock. Derreck groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate at first, her mind drifting to a scene in the woods with Richard, their first encounter, the rough bark of the tree against her back, the way his cock had filled her so completely. She imagined Richard’s hands on her, his deep voice growling her name, and her own hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her clit as she rode Derreck, enhancing the sensation with quick, tight circles.

    The fantasy was vivid, the memory of Richard’s body, his scent, his touch, driving her closer to the edge, but Derreck’s groans grew louder, his back arching beneath her as he came far too quickly, his hot cum filling her pussy as he shuddered with release. Emma’s eyes snapped open, her body still teetering on the edge of orgasm, frustration washing over her as Derreck’s cock softened inside her. She rolled off him, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need as he sat up, running a hand through his hair.

    “Sorry, love,” Derreck said, his voice sheepish as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. “You got me too worked up.” He slid out of bed, heading for the shower, and Emma lay there for a moment, her hands wandering down to her pussy, her fingers brushing her clit as she tried to finish what he’d started. But as her fingers moved, her mind drifted back to Richard, and she realized what, or who, she truly needed. She stopped, her hand falling away, a determined resolve settling over her as she heard the shower start.

    Emma waited until Derreck was finished, then took a quick shower herself, the hot water doing little to quell the heat in her body. She dried off, her skin still tingling with arousal, and pulled on a light summer dress, the same pale blue one with tiny white daisies she’d worn the first time with Richard, the memory of that day making her pussy clench with anticipation. She wore nothing beneath it, no bra, no knickers, the fabric clinging softly to her bare skin, her nipples already hard against the cotton. As Derreck left for work, giving her a quick kiss and a promise to be home for dinner, Emma grabbed her keys, her mind set on one destination: Richard’s workshop.

    The drive to Richard’s workshop was short, the morning sun warm against her skin as she parked outside the small, rustic building on the edge of town. Richard was a craftsman, his workshop a haven of wood and tools, the air always filled with the scent of sawdust and varnish. The door was unlocked, as it often was when he was working, and Emma let herself in, locking it behind her with a soft click, ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed. The workshop was dimly lit, the morning light filtering through a small window, casting long shadows over the workbenches and shelves lined with tools.

    Richard looked up from his workbench, a piece of wood in his hands, his tall, six-foot-four frame filling the space. At 59, he was trim but fit, his body still strong, his hazel eyes lighting up with surprise and desire as he saw her. He opened his mouth to speak, but Emma crossed the room quickly, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor, and pressed her fingers to his lips, silencing his greeting. Her eyes locked on his, a silent command passing between them, and without a word, she reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her naked before him.

    Richard’s breath hitched, his eyes raking over her body, her small shapely breasts, her narrow hips, the neat triangle of her pussy, already glistening with arousal. He moved quickly, stripping off his shirt and trousers, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip. Emma stepped closer, her hands reaching for him, and they came together in a frenzy of need, their lips crashing in a hungry kiss as their bodies pressed close, the scent of sawdust and their arousal filling the air.

    Richard lifted her onto the workbench, the wood cool and rough against her ass, and entered her with a hard, desperate thrust, his cock filling her completely. Emma moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he fucked her, his movements fast and forceful, the workbench creaking beneath them. The intensity was overwhelming, the roughness of his thrusts exactly what she needed, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her cries echoing in the small workshop. Her orgasm was incredible, a release so powerful it left her trembling, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out the waves, her body shuddering against him.

    But they weren’t done. Richard slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more sensual, as he pulled her off the workbench and turned her around, bending her over the edge. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deep thrust, the angle perfect for hitting her G-spot. Emma moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the workbench, the wood digging into her palms as he fucked her, his movements now slow and measured, drawing out her pleasure. Her orgasms came more slowly this time, longer and less intense but deeply satisfying, each one rolling through her like a gentle wave, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned his name.

    They moved through different positions, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both passionate and intimate. Richard sat on a stool, pulling her into his lap, her legs straddling his hips as she rode him, her hands braced on his shoulders, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He lay her down on a pile of soft wood shavings, the scent of pine surrounding them as he fucked her missionary style, his eyes locked on hers, their connection deepening with every movement. They stood again, her back against a wall, one leg lifted over his shoulder as he thrust into her, the angle allowing him to go even deeper, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

    For hours, they fucked, their bodies slick with sweat, the workshop filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the creak of the workbench, the soft thud of their bodies, their moans and gasps mingling with the scent of wood and sex. Emma’s orgasms came one after another, each one leaving her more sated, her pussy soaked and sore in the best way, the ache a delicious reminder of their passion. Richard came too, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, his body shuddering against hers as they collapsed together on the floor, their limbs tangled, their breaths heavy in the quiet space.

    Emma lay in his arms, her body spent, her pussy throbbing with a satisfied ache, the scent of sawdust and their arousal heavy around them. She felt a deep contentment, her needs fulfilled in a way Derreck could never manage, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she sought out Richard. She stood slowly, her legs shaky, and pulled on her dress, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, her pussy still slick with their combined juices. Richard watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, and she leaned down to kiss him, a soft, lingering kiss that promised more to come.

    She left the workshop, locking the door behind her, the morning sun warm against her skin as she walked back to her car, her body sore but sated, her mind already drifting to the next time she’d see Richard, the man who had awakened a passion in her she couldn’t ignore.

    Emma – New Chapter

  • Emma – 03 – Logging Bats

    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.

    Emma – 04 – Dawn and Deer

  • Emma – 04 – Dawn and Deer

    Dawn in the Woods: Deer and Desire

    The first light of dawn crept through the canopy of the Oxfordshire woods, casting a soft, golden glow over the forest floor. Emma and Richard had spent the night in the woods after their bat survey, their bodies tangled together on a blanket under the stars, the warm August air lulling them into a light, dream-filled snooze. They’d woken intermittently, their hands roaming each other’s bodies, but exhaustion from their late-night activities had kept them from doing more than sharing soft kisses and whispered words. Now, as the sky began to lighten, the air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of dew-kissed leaves and the faint musk of the earth.

    Emma stirred first, her body still bare beneath the blanket, her skin warm from Richard’s proximity. She sat up, the blanket slipping down to reveal her breasts, her nipples hardening in the cool morning air. Richard stirred beside her, his brown eyes blinking open, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of her in the dawn light. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, and Emma leaned down to kiss him, her lips soft against his, the taste of him familiar and intoxicating.

    “Morning,” she whispered back, her hand sliding down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “We should go look for those deer. They’re often seen at dawn in that clearing we talked about.”

    Richard nodded, his hand brushing her hair back from her face, his touch tender but laced with the same desire that had been simmering between them all night. They dressed quickly, pulling on their clothes from the previous evening, Emma in her thin blouse, skirt, and panties, Richard in his shirt and trousers, but they left their jackets and shoes behind, the grass soft and warm beneath their bare feet. They grabbed their cameras, small digital devices they’d brought for the conservation project, and set off through the woods, the dawn light guiding their way.

    The clearing was a short walk away, a wide, open space surrounded by dense trees and underbrush, known to be a regular haunt for a herd of Roe deer. The air was still, the only sounds the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of a wood pigeon, the forest waking slowly around them. Emma and Richard moved quietly, their steps careful to avoid snapping twigs, their eyes scanning the clearing as they approached. They crouched behind a cluster of ferns at the edge of the clearing, the fronds providing a natural screen, and waited, their cameras at the ready.

    The dawn light painted the clearing in shades of gold and pink, the grass shimmering with dew, the air alive with the hum of insects beginning their day. Emma’s heart raced, not just from the anticipation of seeing the deer, but from the proximity of Richard, his body pressed close to hers, his breath warm against her neck. She could feel the heat of him, the faint scent of his skin mingling with the earthy aroma of the woods, and her body responded, her pussy growing wet with a familiar ache.

    Richard’s hand found hers, his fingers intertwining with hers as they waited, but the tension between them was too much to ignore. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, and whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about you.” His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down her spine, and Emma turned to him, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss.

    The kiss deepened quickly, their tongues tangling as their hands roamed, the cameras forgotten in their laps. Emma’s hands slid under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, while Richard’s fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders to bare her breasts to the cool morning air. She moaned softly into his mouth, her nipples hardening as his thumbs brushed over them, the sensation sending a jolt of heat straight to her pussy.

    They moved quickly, their need too urgent to wait, the dawn light casting long shadows around them. Emma stood, pulling her skirt up around her waist and slipping her panties off, the fabric damp with her arousal. Richard shed his trousers and shirt, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip. He stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips as she bent forward, bracing her hands against a nearby tree, her ass lifted in invitation.

    Richard entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust, the angle perfect for filling her completely. Emma moaned, her voice soft but echoing in the quiet woods, the sensation of him stretching her exquisite in the early morning light. He began to move, his thrusts deep and steady, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her standing doggy style, the tree bark rough against her palms. The warmth of the August morning wrapped around them, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal, and Emma felt a primal thrill at the thought of being so exposed, the clearing their only shield from the world beyond.

    She was close to coming, her pussy clenching around him, the pleasure building in waves, when a movement at the edge of the clearing caught her eye. A Roe deer stepped into view, its slender legs moving gracefully, its coat a rich reddish-brown that glowed in the dawn light. Emma’s breath caught, her body tensing, and she pulled away from Richard, her pussy feeling empty without him as she grabbed her camera, her voice a frantic whisper. “Richard, look a deer!”

    Richard groaned softly, his cock throbbing with need, but he followed her lead, grabbing his camera as they moved closer to the ferns, their naked bodies crouching low to avoid startling the deer. More deer emerged from the trees, a herd of eleven Roe deer of different ages, adults, yearlings, and fawns, grazing and moving through the clearing with a quiet grace that took Emma’s breath away. They clicked their cameras, capturing the moment, their nakedness forgotten in the wonder of the scene before them.

    The herd consisted of three adult does, their coats sleek and glossy, their movements calm and deliberate as they nibbled at the grass, their large, dark eyes scanning the clearing for any sign of danger. Two adult bucks followed, their antlers small but elegant, covered in velvet, a sign of the late summer season. The bucks moved with a quiet confidence, occasionally lifting their heads to sniff the air, their ears twitching at the faintest sound. Four yearlings, their coats a slightly lighter shade, stayed close to the does, their movements more playful, darting between the adults as they explored the clearing. Two fawns, born earlier in the summer, trailed behind, their spotted coats blending with the dappled light, their steps tentative but curious, their small ears flicking as they took in the world around them.

    Emma watched in awe, her camera clicking softly as she captured the herd’s behavior, her heart swelling with wonder at the sight. The does grazed methodically, their teeth tearing at the grass with a soft, rhythmic sound, their tails flicking occasionally to ward off flies. The bucks were more alert, one of them pausing to rub his antlers against a small sapling, marking his territory with a faint scraping sound that echoed in the still air. The yearlings bounded playfully, chasing each other in short bursts, their hooves barely making a sound on the soft grass, their energy a stark contrast to the calm of the adults. The fawns stayed close to their mothers, nibbling at the grass but often pausing to look around, their large eyes wide with curiosity, their small bodies trembling with the excitement of the new day.

    Richard’s hand found hers again, his fingers squeezing gently as they shared the moment, their naked bodies pressed close in the ferns, the warmth of the dawn light bathing them in a golden glow. “They’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe, and Emma nodded, her eyes never leaving the deer, her camera clicking as she captured a fawn taking a tentative step away from its mother, its small nose twitching as it sniffed the air.

    For an hour, they watched the herd, their cameras documenting every movement, their wonder growing with each passing minute. The deer moved through the clearing with a quiet grace, their behavior a perfect blend of caution and curiosity, their presence a reminder of the wild beauty of the world around them. The bucks occasionally let out soft grunts, communicating with the does, while the yearlings continued their playful antics, one of them leaping over a small patch of wildflowers, its hooves kicking up tiny droplets of dew that sparkled in the light. The fawns grew bolder, venturing a few steps away from their mothers, their spotted coats glowing in the dawn, their small tails flicking with excitement.

    As the sun rose higher, the deer began to move off, their forms disappearing into the trees on the far side of the clearing, their departure as graceful as their arrival. Emma lowered her camera, her heart still racing with the thrill of the sighting, and turned to Richard, her eyes bright with excitement. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice soft but filled with emotion, and he nodded, his own camera lowering as he smiled at her, his expression mirroring her wonder.

    But as their eyes met, the tension between them flared back to life, the memory of their interrupted passion rushing back. Emma’s gaze dropped to his cock, still hard and jutting out from his body, the sight of it making her pussy clench with need. “You’re still hard,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, and Richard chuckled, his hands reaching for her as he pulled her close.

    “I can’t help it,” he growled, his lips brushing hers. “You do this to me.”

    They moved back into the trees, the ferns providing a natural screen as they returned to their blanket, their naked bodies warm in the dawn light. Emma bent forward again, bracing her hands against the same tree, her ass lifted in invitation, and Richard stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation was exquisite, her pussy still slick from their earlier encounter, and they both moaned, their voices soft but echoing in the quiet woods.

    Richard resumed his rhythm, his thrusts deep and steady, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her standing doggy style, the tree bark rough against her palms. The warmth of the August morning wrapped around them, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal, the memory of the deer adding a primal edge to their passion. Emma came quickly, her pussy clenching around him, her cries muffled against her arm as waves of pleasure crashed through her, intensified by the beauty of the morning. Richard followed soon after, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust deep, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, the sound mingling with the soft rustle of leaves around them.

    They collapsed together on the blanket, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the warm dawn air, the scent of the woods and their arousal heavy around them. Emma lay in Richard’s arms, her head resting on his chest, the memory of the deer and their shared passion filling her with a deep satisfaction. The sun continued to rise, the golden light filtering through the trees, and Emma knew this moment, like the others they’d shared, would stay with her forever, a testament to the wild beauty of both nature and their desire.

    Emma – 05 – Work of Desire

  • Emma – 02 – A Massage to Remember

    The morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of Emma’s Oxfordshire cottage, casting delicate patterns on the hardwood floor of her bedroom. It was the day after her encounter with Richard in the woodland, and her body still hummed with the memory of their passionate hours together. She’d woken with a lingering ache between her legs, a delicious reminder of Richard’s thick, cock and the way he’d filled her so completely. Her husband, Derreck, was still away for work, not due back for a few days, and the freedom of his absence allowed her to revel in the afterglow of her indiscretion.

    Emma had just finished a light breakfast of toast and tea when the doorbell rang, a soft chime that echoed through the quiet house. She smoothed her hands over the simple cotton robe she wore, the fabric clinging to her bare skin, she hadn’t bothered with underwear, her body still craving the freedom of being unencumbered after yesterday’s escapades. Her chestnut hair was loose, tumbling over her shoulders, and her skin glowed with a post-coital radiance that made her feel more alive than she had in months.

    She opened the door to find Richard standing on her doorstep, his tall frame filling the space. He wore a fitted t-shirt and loose trousers, the outline of his impressive cock already faintly visible through the fabric. His brown eyes met hers, a spark of recognition and desire flaring between them, and Emma felt her pulse quicken.

    “Morning,” Richard said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. He held up a small bag, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I thought you might be a bit sore after yesterday. Brought some massage oil, thought I’d give you a massage to remember.”

    Emma’s smile widened, her body already responding to the promise in his words. “That sounds perfect,” she said, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in.”

    She led him through the cottage, the scent of lavender from a diffuser filling the air, and up the stairs to her bedroom. The room was softly lit, the curtains still drawn to let in just enough light to create a warm, intimate atmosphere. The bed was unmade, the sheets rumpled from her restless sleep, and Emma gestured to it with a casual wave. “I’ll grab a towel,” she said, her voice light but laced with anticipation. “Make yourself comfortable.”

    Richard set his bag on the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of massage oil and a small speaker that began to play soft, ambient music, a gentle melody that filled the room with a calming energy. Emma returned with a large, fluffy towel, spreading it over the bed before turning to him. She untied her robe, letting it slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet, revealing her naked body. Her small breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, stood pert in the cool air, and the neat triangle of her pussy glistened faintly with the first stirrings of arousal. Richard’s eyes darkened as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her curves, her skin, the way her body seemed to glow in the soft light.

    “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He began to undress, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal a chest dusted with graying hair, his body still fit and strong. He kicked off his trousers, his cock springing free, already half-hard and as impressive as she remembered, thick, uncut, and long. Emma’s breath caught at the sight of him, her pussy clenching with need, but she forced herself to focus on the massage. She wanted to savor this, to let the anticipation build.

    “Lie down on your stomach,” Richard said, his tone gentle but firm. Emma complied, stretching out on the towel, her arms resting by her sides, her cheek pressed against the soft fabric. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as he moved to the side of the bed, the faint scent of the massage oil, sandalwood and citrus, filling the air as he poured some into his hands and rubbed them together to warm it.

    Richard started at her shoulders, his hands strong and sure as he kneaded the muscles there, working out the tension she hadn’t even realized she was carrying. His fingers were skilled, pressing into the knots with just the right amount of pressure, and Emma let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under his touch. He moved down her back, his hands gliding over her skin, the oil making her feel slick and warm. He worked the muscles along her spine, his thumbs pressing into the small of her back, and Emma felt a wave of pleasure that was both soothing and arousing.

    “You’re good at this,” she murmured, her voice muffled against the towel. “Really good.”

    “I’ve had some practice,” Richard replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. His hands moved lower, kneading her glutes with a firm, steady pressure that made her moan softly. The sensation was exquisite, the line between therapeutic and sensual blurring as his fingers worked the muscles, his touch lingering just long enough to make her squirm. He moved down to her thighs, his hands gliding over the backs of her legs, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive spots just below her ass. Emma’s pussy throbbed with each touch, her arousal building as his hands moved closer to her most intimate place.

    Richard’s hands paused at the tops of her thighs, his fingers brushing the edges of her pussy lips, and Emma’s breath hitched. “Turn over,” he said, his voice low and husky, and she obeyed, rolling onto her back. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she settled, her nipples hard and aching, her pussy now fully exposed to him. Richard’s cock was fully hard now, jutting out from his body, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip, but he made no move to touch himself, his focus entirely on her.

    He poured more oil into his hands, starting at her shoulders again, his touch lighter now, more sensual. He massaged her collarbone, his fingers brushing the tops of her breasts, and Emma’s breath quickened, her body arching slightly into his touch. He moved to her arms, kneading the muscles there, his hands gliding down to her wrists and back up, the oil making her skin glisten in the soft light. When he finally reached her breasts, his touch was gentle, almost reverent, his hands cupping them as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Emma moaned, her hips shifting on the bed, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.

    Richard’s hands moved down her stomach, his fingers tracing the dip of her navel, the curve of her hips, before settling on her thighs. He massaged the fronts of her legs, his hands working the muscles with the same skill he’d shown before, but now his touch was more deliberate, more teasing. His fingers brushed the edges of her pussy again, and Emma whimpered, her legs parting slightly in invitation.

    He didn’t make her wait long. Richard’s fingers slid between her thighs, brushing against her pussy lips, and Emma gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. Her outer lips were slick with arousal, her inner lips peeking through, throbbing with need, and Richard took his time, his touch light and exploratory. He traced the outline of her pussy, his fingers gliding over her lips, teasing her entrance without entering her. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.”

    Emma moaned, her hands gripping the towel beneath her as his fingers continued their slow exploration. He parted her lips gently, his thumb brushing over her clit, and the sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made her cry out. He circled her clit with his thumb, his touch light but firm, while his other fingers teased her entrance, dipping just inside before pulling back. Emma’s hips bucked, her body begging for more, and Richard obliged, sliding two fingers inside her with a slow, deliberate motion.

    Her pussy was tight, still slightly tender from yesterday, but so wet that his fingers slid in easily, her walls clenching around him. Richard curled his fingers, searching for her G-spot, and when he found it, Emma’s moan turned into a cry, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He pressed against that sensitive spot, his fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic motion, while his thumb continued to circle her clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, the pleasure building in waves that made her head spin.

    “Richard,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Oh, God, that feels so good.” Her hands reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he leaned down, his breath hot against her pussy. He kissed her inner thighs, his lips soft and teasing, before moving to her pussy, his tongue flicking out to taste her. The first touch of his tongue on her clit made Emma cry out, her hips bucking against his face, and Richard groaned, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her.

    He lapped at her clit, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, while his fingers continued to work her G-spot, the combination driving her closer to the edge. Emma’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the pleasure built, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Richard’s tongue was relentless, alternating between circling her clit and flicking it with quick, precise movements, while his fingers pressed harder against her G-spot, the pressure almost too much to bear.

    Emma’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came, her cries echoing through the room. Her body shuddered, her hips bucking against his face, and Richard didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working her through the waves of pleasure until she was gasping for breath, her body limp on the bed. He pulled back slowly, his fingers sliding out of her, his lips pressing a final, tender kiss to her clit before he sat back, his cock throbbing with need.

    But he wasn’t done with her yet. Richard stood, his tall frame looming over her, his cock jutting out, hard and ready. Emma’s eyes locked on it, her pussy clenching with anticipation, and she rolled onto her stomach without being asked, her ass lifting slightly in invitation. Richard positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust.

    The angle was perfect, his cock filling her completely, the head brushing against her G-spot with every thrust. Emma moaned, her face pressed into the towel, her hands gripping the fabric as he fucked her, his movements deep and powerful. Richard’s hands roamed her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, as he thrust into her, his pace quickening as his own pleasure built.

    Emma came again, her pussy clenching around him, her cries muffled against the towel as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Richard groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his own release, and with a final, deep thrust, he came, his hot cum filling her pussy as he shuddered above her. They collapsed together on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.

    As they lay there, tangled in each other, Emma felt a deep satisfaction, her body sated in a way she hadn’t thought possible. Richard’s hand stroked her hair, a tender gesture that made her smile, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time they shared such a moment. The memory of his massage, his fingers, his tongue, and his cock would stay with her long after he was gone, a reminder of the passion they’d found in each other.

    Emma – 03 – Logging Bats

  • Hungry Bullocks, Gyration of Bollocks

    Back in the late 1990’s

    I’m Richard, and for the past few years, I’d been running a beef herd on a profit-share deal with a landowner who owned butcher shops scattered across Lancashire and Yorkshire. The herd was grass-fed, which sounded simple enough until this last winter hit, bitterly cold and bone-dry, it left the fields a patchy mess of brittle stalks and bare earth. The bullocks were leaner than I’d have liked, and I was scrambling for solutions.

    Hilary owned the land next door, a sprawling plot where she ran a riding stables. I’d done field work for her in the past, mowing, fertilising, fencing, that sort of thing, so we were on good terms. One afternoon, I wandered over to her place, hands stuffed in my pockets, and pitched the idea of renting some of her pasture to keep the herd going. “It’s a profit-share setup,” I explained, kicking at a clod of dirt. “I don’t pocket much unless the cattle do well.”

    She leaned against the stable door, her blonde hair tucked under a wool cap, and gave me a long look. “Fair enough,” she said. “We’ll sort something out. But while you’re here, Richard, got any free evenings? I run art classes at the barn, and I’m always short of portrait models. Pays decent, and you’ve got a face for it.”

    I shrugged. “Sure, why not?” A bit of extra cash sounded good, especially with the farm stretched thin. So I started doing the portrait gigs, two sessions, just sitting there in a chair while a handful of students sketched my jawline and the lines around my eyes. It was easy enough, though I felt a bit stiff by the end.

    After the second session, I got chatting with a bloke in the hall, a life model from the class next door. He was a wiry guy, all elbows and confidence, and when he told me what he earned posing starkers, my jaw dropped. Nearly double what I was getting for keeping my shirt on. I cornered Hilary the next day, still buzzing from the numbers. “What about life modelling?” I asked. “Any openings?”

    She grinned, a glint in her eye. “You’re in luck. I’ve got a slot tomorrow. Pays almost twice the portrait rate. You up for it?”

    “Count me in,” I said, ignoring the little twist of nerves in my gut.

    The following evening, I stepped out of the changing room in a bathrobe that smelled faintly of mothballs, my heart thudding louder than I’d expected. The barn was warm, lit by soft lamps, with a circle of easels and students waiting. I shrugged off the robe, letting it pool at my feet, and stood there, bare as the day I was born. Hilary raised an eyebrow, her gaze flickering down for a split second before she nodded approvingly. She had spotted the inevitable, I’d known for years I was packing a little more. “Nice,” she said, then pointed to a stool. “Sit there, one leg bent, arm resting on your knee. Hold it for twenty, be prepared to repeat two more times.”

    I did as she asked, feeling the cool air on my skin and the weight of a dozen pairs of eyes. My member hung there, unapologetic, and I tried to focus on the rafters instead of the scratching pencils. It wasn’t so bad once I settled in, just a job, like mucking out a stall. After each twenty minute session a five minute break, then getting back into the same position

    When the students filed out, Hilary sauntered over, her boots clicking on the wooden floor. “You did well,” she said, then tilted her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Ever thought about stripping? Proper stripping, I mean, dancing, the lot. It’s a bit intimidating at first, sure, but it can be fun. Pays a hell of a lot more than this, too. I’d look after you, book the gigs, handle the details. I reckon you’ve got the right element of flamboyant eccentricity to do it well, Richard. And, well…” She smirked, giving me a once-over. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.”

    I laughed, half from nerves, half from the absurdity of it. Flamboyant eccentricity? Me? I’d spent my days in mud-stained boots, not prancing about, but her confidence was infectious. “You serious?” I asked.

    “Dead serious,” she said. “Think it over.”

    I did. And the next week, I was back, not just posing, but moving, shedding clothes to music in front of a crowd. Hilary was right, it was daunting, the first time especially, with all those cheers and eyes tracking every step. But she kept her word, guiding me through it, and soon I was doing three or four sessions a week. A few hours of stripping, twirling a hat, flexing for the laughs, letting the rhythm take over, and I was pulling in more cash than I ever saw from the farm, even in a good year. The herd still grazed Hilary’s land, but the real profit? That came from me, stepping out of my boots and into something entirely unexpected.

  • Lisa – The Reunion

    The sun blazed overhead as Richard and I stepped onto the sandy expanse of the nudist beach. It was my first time here, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves mixed with curiosity. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, and as we walked further in, my eyes darted around, taking in the scene. Naked bodies sprawled across towels and lounged under umbrellas, men and women of all shapes and sizes, completely at ease. I tried not to stare, but the array of cocks swinging casually as people walked by was impossible to ignore. Some hung long and heavy, others were shorter but thick, and the variety was oddly mesmerizing. The women, too, caught my attention, curvy hips, flat stomachs, breasts ranging from full and round to small like mine. I felt a strange mix of self-consciousness and fascination.

    I glanced down at myself, still fully clothed in a loose sundress with my bikini underneath. I’m short and trim, my A-cup breasts barely making a dent in the fabric, and below, my neatly trimmed pubes frame a small outward slit, nothing showy, nothing that protrudes. My lips down there are smooth and hairless, a detail I’d always liked about myself. Still, the thought of baring it all here made my stomach twist.

    Richard, walking beside me, seemed perfectly at home. He’d been here before, many times, apparently, and it showed. As we passed a group of single women lounging on their towels, a few of them flashed warm, knowing smiles his way. One even gave a little wave. I couldn’t help but notice how their eyes lingered on him, and it struck me that he was well-liked here. It made sense, he’s charming in that easy, unassuming way of his. We’d met four years ago at the engineering firm where we both worked, back when he’d flirted with me and asked me out. I’d turned him down, citing my no-dating-coworkers rule, but we’d clicked anyway, becoming fast friends. This was the first time I’d seen him since he left the company last week, and when he’d suggested this beach trip, I’d agreed without fully grasping what I was in for.

    “You okay?” Richard’s voice broke through my thoughts. He must’ve noticed my hesitation as I clutched the straps of my bag a little too tightly.

    “Yeah, just… taking it all in,” I said, my eyes flicking to a man walking past with a cock that bobbed with every step. I quickly looked away, heat creeping up my neck.

    “You don’t have to strip if you don’t want to,” he said, his tone reassuring. “Nudity’s not mandatory here. See?” He nodded toward a couple nearby, her in a bikini bottom, him in loose shorts. Another woman wore a sarong tied around her chest. It eased my nerves a bit, knowing I had an out.

    I nodded, still feeling awkward as I set my bag down on the sand. Beneath my dress, my bikini felt like a safety net. I peeled off the dress, folding it carefully, hyper-aware of every movement as Richard started undressing beside me. He shed his shirt first, revealing the lean, familiar frame I’d seen in T-shirts a hundred times. Then his shorts came off, and I busied myself adjusting my towel, trying not to watch. But when he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down, I couldn’t help it, my breath caught in my throat. His cock was… impressive. Long and thick, it hung there with a casual confidence that made my mind flash to the porn I secretly loved watching. It was bigger than anything I’d seen in real life, and I hadn’t been prepared for that.

    “Wow,” I blurted, then tried to play it cool. “I’m surprised you’ve been hiding that from me all this time. Four years, Richard, and you never thought to mention you’re packing that?”

    He laughed, a deep, easy sound that broke the tension. “Didn’t think it’d come up in conversation at the office.”

    “Well, it’s nice,” I said, aiming for nonchalant but probably failing. “Really nice.”

    “Thanks,” he said, grinning as he spread his towel out. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

    We settled onto our towels, the sun warming my skin through my bikini. For an hour or so, we chatted about everything and nothing, work gossip, his new freelance gig, the salty breeze. But my eyes kept wandering, and I couldn’t shake the curiosity about those smiling women. Finally, I leaned closer and lowered my voice. “So, how many of these women have you fucked? Some of them look like they know you pretty well.”

    He raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “Just one, actually. Amanda.” He pointed discreetly to a woman a few yards away, tall, tanned, with dark hair and a relaxed posture. “She was a close friend of Sue’s.”

    Sue, his late wife. He didn’t talk about her often, but when he did, it was with a quiet fondness. I tilted my head, intrigued. “Just a friend, huh?”

    “Well…” He waved Amanda over, and to my shock, she strolled up with a bright smile. What followed was the most surreal conversation of my life. Richard introduced us, and within minutes, they were casually reminiscing about how Amanda, Sue, and Richard used to have threesomes, regularly, on birthdays, and sometimes just because. Amanda laughed as she recounted Sue’s playful rules, and Richard nodded along, unfazed. I sat there, wide-eyed, trying to process it.

    Amanda turned to me, her tone light. “If you ever want me to join you two, I’d be happy to revive some memories.”

    “Oh, we’re not,” Richard started, but I cut in, leaning toward her with a loud whisper.

    “Yet.”

    She chuckled and sauntered back to her spot, leaving me alone with Richard. He turned to me, his blue eyes searching mine. He was lying on his back now, and I noticed he’d pulled his towel over his groin sometime during the chat. “Did you mean that?” he asked. “About the ‘yet’?”

    I met his gaze, my heart pounding. “Do you want to rectify that?”

    He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he lifted the edge of his towel just enough for me to see. His cock was swollen, straining against the air, and the sight sent a jolt through me. We didn’t say much after that, just dressed quickly, grabbed our things, and headed back to the hotel he’d booked for me.

    In the hotel room, the air crackled with anticipation. The door clicked shut behind us, and we didn’t waste a second, our clothes hit the floor in a frantic heap, a trail of fabric leading to the bathroom. The shower was already steaming when we stepped in, the hot water sluicing over my skin, washing away the sand and salt. Richard’s hands were on me immediately, sliding down my wet sides, tracing the curve of my hips. His fingers slipped between my legs, finding my clit with a precision that made me gasp. The water pounded against my back as he worked me, his touch firm yet gentle, circling and teasing until my knees buckled. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the first orgasm ripped through me, sharp and sudden, a burst of heat that left me trembling against him. He held me steady, his lips brushing my ear, whispering something I couldn’t catch over the sound of the water and my own ragged breathing.

    We barely toweled off, still dripping as we stumbled out of the shower. My skin tingled, hypersensitive from the release, and I felt bold, hungry for more. I turned to face him, then bent over in front of the bathroom counter, my hands gripping the edge as I reached back with both hands to spread myself wide. The cool air hit my exposed flesh, a stark contrast to the warmth still radiating from my core. Richard’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his cock already hard again, glistening from the shower. He bent his knees slightly, aligning himself, and then he was inside me, one slow, deliberate thrust that stretched me open. I moaned, the fullness overwhelming, his thickness pressing against every sensitive spot inside me. He started moving, long strokes that dragged his length out nearly to the tip before plunging back in, each one sending a shudder through me. My fingers found my clit, rubbing in time with his rhythm, and the combination pushed me over the edge again, a quick, intense orgasm that made my walls clench around him, my breath hitching as I rode it out.

    He slowed, letting me catch my breath, then guided me to the bed. We sank onto the crisp sheets, and he pulled me close, positioning me beneath him in missionary. His hands explored me, sliding up my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there, then roaming higher to cup my small breasts. His thumbs brushed my nipples, teasing them into tight peaks as he entered me again. This time, it was slower, more deliberate, his cock sliding in deep, filling me completely, then pulling back with a languid grace that let me feel every inch of him. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious stretch that made my toes curl. His hands stayed on my breasts, kneading gently, his fingers occasionally pinching my nipples just hard enough to send sparks down my spine. I arched into him, meeting his thrusts, my hands gripping his biceps as the pleasure built layer by layer. His breath was hot against my neck, his lips grazing my skin, and I felt utterly consumed by him, by the weight of his body, the steady rhythm of his hips, the way his cock seemed to fit me perfectly.

    After a while, he shifted us again, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him into a spooning position. His chest pressed against my back, warm and solid, one arm sliding beneath me to cradle my breast while the other hand gripped my thigh, lifting it slightly to give him better access. He entered me from behind, and the angle was new, his cock hitting deeper, brushing against a spot that made me whimper. His strokes were slow at first, almost teasing, his length gliding in and out with a slick, sensual ease. His hand on my thigh tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up the pace, each thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through me. His other hand toyed with my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and the dual sensations, his cock inside me, his touch on my skin, built a slow, simmering heat. I reached back, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips found my shoulder, kissing and nipping the skin there. The intimacy of it, the way our bodies fit together, was intoxicating. I felt every movement, every subtle shift of his hips, and it drove me higher until I was panting, my body trembling on the edge.

    “I’m close,” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough with need. “Where?”

    “In me,” I gasped, desperate to feel him let go. My pussy clenched around him as he thrust harder, his rhythm faltering as he came. His cock pulsed inside me, jerking with each spurt, and I swore I could feel the hot rush of his release, coating my insides as he groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through me. I rode the wave of his orgasm, my own pleasure spiking as his thrusts slowed, his body shuddering against mine.

    He stayed inside me as he softened, his breath evening out. I turned my head, meeting his eyes with a lazy smile. “That was incredible. Your cock is… unreal.”

    He chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “You’ve got a first-rate pussy, Lisa. Seriously.”

    “It’s getting sore, though,” I admitted, and he pulled out gently, his touch tender as he shifted down the bed. His mouth found my clit, warm and soft, his tongue circling it with a slow, deliberate pressure that made me sigh. His fingers slipped inside me, massaging my walls, still slick with his cum and my arousal. The combination was perfect, his mouth teasing my sensitive bud, his fingers curling just right, and the pleasure built steadily, a deep, rolling wave that arched my back off the bed. I came again, longer this time, my body shaking as I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets.

    We showered again, the water a soothing balm on my overstimulated skin. His hands were everywhere, sliding over my back, tracing my spine, cupping my ass as we stood under the spray. I returned the favor, running my fingers through his wet hair, pressing my body against his as we lingered, not quite ready to let the moment end. Eventually, we dressed and headed to dinner, trading stories over seafood about my job at the engineering firm and how much I missed his data-processing wizardry.

    Afterward, he suggested a walk, but I had other ideas. “I haven’t sucked you yet,” I said, keeping my voice low as we stepped away from the restaurant. “I want to fix that.”

    Back in the room, I took charge. I stripped him slowly, peeling off his shirt to reveal the lean planes of his chest, then sliding his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. It was limp at first, soft and heavy in my hand as I knelt before him. I stopped him when he reached for my clothes, this was about him, about me giving him something. I took him into my mouth, savoring the velvety texture as he swelled against my tongue. My lips stretched around him, and I felt powerful, in control, as I worked him deeper. Our eyes locked, his darkening with every slow, deliberate suck. I varied my technique, long, languid strokes where I took him to the back of my throat, then pulled back to tease the tip with quick, flicking licks. My hands joined in, one cupping his balls, rolling them gently, the other stroking the base where my mouth couldn’t reach. His cock filled my mouth, thick and hard, the taste of him salty and raw. My jaw ached, but I loved it, the fullness, the way his breath quickened, the soft groans he couldn’t hold back.

    “If you’ve got any left,” I said, pulling off for a moment, my voice husky, “cum in my mouth.” I dove back in, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the head before plunging down again. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight suction, then softened my lips for a gentler, wetter glide. His hands fisted in my hair, not pushing, just holding on as his hips twitched. He came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing as hot spurts hit my tongue. I took it all, swallowing every drop, my eyes never leaving his as I slowed, letting him ride out the aftershocks.

    He was still hard when I pulled back, and I grinned, wiping my lips. “More?”

    “God, yes,” he rasped, and I laughed, my mouth too sore to keep going. I stripped off my clothes, the air cool against my heated skin, and pushed him onto the bed. Climbing on top, I sank onto him, his cock sliding into me with a slick, perfect fit. I rode him slowly at first, rolling my hips to feel him deep inside, then leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest as I picked up the pace. His hands reached for me, but I batted them away, pinning his wrists above his head. “Just lie there,” I commanded, and he obeyed, his eyes burning with lust as I took what I wanted. I shifted positions, sitting upright to grind against him, then leaning back, one hand on his thigh as I angled him just right. His cock hit every spot I needed, the friction building me up until I came, hard and fast, my pussy clenching around him. I didn’t stop, kept riding, chasing another, then another, each orgasm sharper, more intense, my body trembling as I used him relentlessly. Sweat beaded on my skin, my breath came in gasps, and finally, I collapsed beside him, spent and sated.

    “Friends, huh?” he said, smirking as he caught his breath.

    “Best kind,” I replied, already wondering how we’d top this tomorrow.

  • Amanda’s Thirtieth Birthday

    Back History – The First Time

    Sue and Amanda had been inseparable since their teenage years, a friendship forged through shared secrets, late-night giggles, and the chaos of growing up. By the time they reached their school leaving party, held on Amanda’s eighteenth birthday, they were already thick as thieves. That night, the air buzzed with freedom, exams were over, adulthood loomed, and the cheap wine flowed freely. At the local community hall, they danced, laughed, and drank until the room spun. Stumbling back to Amanda’s house, they collapsed onto her bed, giggling and slurring confessions. Then, in a haze of tipsy courage, Sue leaned in and kissed Amanda. It wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t unwelcome either.

    Clothes came off in a clumsy tangle, and what followed was a night of surprisingly good sex, fingers exploring, lips tasting, bodies pressed close. They woke the next morning with pounding heads and a flicker of awkwardness, but the memory of pleasure lingered. Neither spoke of it for weeks, until Amanda’s next birthday rolled around. Frustrated after a long shift at the nursing home where they’d started working, Sue suggested a drink. One thing led to another, and they ended up in bed again, laughing off the awkwardness. It became a tradition, birthdays, and the odd night of pent-up need. The sex was always good, a secret release valve for two women too busy caring for others to care much for dating.

    Back History – Sharing Dave

    A couple of years into their nursing home jobs, Amanda started seeing Dave, a cocky delivery guy with a decent smile and a knack for flirting. The sex was fine, nothing earth-shattering, but after a few months, Amanda grew bored. One night, over beers at Sue’s flat, she vented about his predictable moves. Sue, half-joking, suggested they spice things up by sharing him. Amanda laughed, but the idea stuck. The next weekend, Dave came over, expecting a quiet night with Amanda. Instead, he found Sue lounging on the couch in a skimpy top, grinning wickedly.

    What followed was a sweaty, chaotic threesome, Dave, thrilled but overwhelmed, tried to keep up as Sue and Amanda took turns teasing him and each other. It was fun, messy, and a little absurd. Dave didn’t last long, and afterward, Amanda decided she was done with him entirely. Sue and Amanda, though, found the experience bonded them further, no jealousy, just a shared adventure. They didn’t repeat it with anyone else, but it cemented their dynamic: friends, occasional lovers, and partners in mischief.

    Modern Day – The Cove

    It was March 13, 2025, Amanda’s thirtieth birthday, and Sue had promised something special. They’d worked the early shift at the nursing home, then headed straight to their secret cove, a secluded spot tucked beneath cliffs, perfect for naked swimming. Sue had brought Richard, her new fling, along, hinting at a treat. The sun was high as they reached the sandy shore, stripping off their uniforms with practiced ease. Amanda admired Sue’s lean frame, while Sue eyed Amanda’s curves. Richard, tall and broad, shed his clothes last, revealing a thick, impressive cock that made Amanda’s eyebrows shoot up.

    Fingers Count

    They started with fingers. Sue pulled Amanda close, kissing her deeply as her hand slid between Amanda’s thighs. Her fingers found Amanda’s clit, circling with slow, firm pressure. Amanda gasped, already wet from anticipation, her hips bucking as Sue slipped two fingers inside, curling them just right. Richard watched, stroking himself lazily, his eyes dark with lust. Amanda came fast, a sharp, shuddering orgasm that left her breathless, clinging to Sue’s shoulder as the waves crashed nearby.

    Oral Exams

    Next came the oral. Sue lay back on the sand, legs spread, and Amanda dove in eagerly. She licked along Sue’s folds, savoring the salt of her skin, then sucked gently on her clit. Sue moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hands gripping Amanda’s hair. Meanwhile, Amanda positioned herself so Sue could return the favor. Sue’s tongue was relentless, flicking and probing as Amanda rocked against her mouth. The dual sensation, giving and receiving, sent them both spiraling. Sue came first, her thighs trembling around Amanda’s head, and Amanda followed seconds later, a muffled cry escaping as she pressed into Sue’s lips. Richard groaned from the sidelines, clearly enjoying the show.

    Legs Mingling

    Then they scissored. Sue sat up, pulling Amanda into position so their legs intertwined, wet cores pressing together. They rocked in sync, grinding with desperate rhythm, the friction building heat between them. Amanda’s breath hitched as Sue gripped her hips, pulling her closer, their clits rubbing with delicious pressure. The sensation was intense, raw, primal, and they locked eyes, sharing the moment. It didn’t take long; Amanda came with a low moan, her body shaking, and Sue followed, her head tipping back as pleasure rippled through her.

    Exhausted, they collapsed, laughing softly as they pulled their knickers back on and sprawled out to sunbathe.

    Richard Joins Them

    Amanda sighed, “That was special, Sue. The best yet. Thank you.” Sue grinned, “It’s not over.” She beckoned for Richard to join them. Trotting toward them, naked, his large cock bouncing with each step. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “You’re lucky,” she whispered to Sue, who smirked, “He’s your gift too.”

    Richard knelt beside Amanda, easing her knickers off. She was still slick from earlier, and he slid two fingers inside her, pumping slowly as his tongue teased her. His touch was firm, precise, and Amanda’s arousal flared instantly. She came hard within minutes, her walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her gasping and dazed.

    Sue, knickers off again, straddled Richard’s face, grinding against his eager mouth. “Get on board,” she told Amanda, nodding at his erect cock. Nervous but thrilled, Amanda straddled him, lowering herself onto his thick length. He stretched her deliciously, filling her completely, and each claimed motion stroked her deep inside. She rode him to a first orgasm, slow, building, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size. The second came faster, a sharp jolt as he hit just the right spot, leaving her panting and sweaty.

    Richard flipped Amanda onto her side, spooning her from behind, his cock sliding back in with ease. Sue leaned in, her tongue flicking Amanda’s clit as Richard thrust steadily. The dual assault was overwhelming, Amanda’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body arching, a scream tearing from her throat as every nerve lit up. Richard pulled out just in time, groaning as he came, hot spurts landing in Sue’s waiting mouth. She swallowed with a grin, and the three collapsed in a satisfied heap, the cove quiet except for their heavy breathing.

    Amanda lay there, spent and glowing, marveling at Sue’s gift, and the wild, perfect day it had become.

  • Anna – The Massage

    Coffee and Cake

    The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of carrot cake as Anna stirred her latte, her eyes flicking up to meet Debs’ across the small café table. It was their usual pre-yoga ritual, coffee, cake, and a good gossip. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over Debs’ freckled cheeks, which were already beginning to flush as the conversation took a predictable turn.

    “So,” Anna said, smirking over the rim of her cup, “Richard. The man every woman in class is secretly, or not so secretly, dying to take home. You left with him last week, didn’t you?”

    Debs’ spoon clinked against her mug a little too loudly. She avoided Anna’s gaze, focusing instead on slicing her cake into precise, tiny bites. “Yeah, well… we walked out together. No big deal.”

    Anna raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “No big deal? Debs, you’re practically glowing. What happened? Spill.”

    Debs’ flush deepened, creeping down her neck. “He… uh, he offered to give me a massage. My hip’s been acting up, you know that.”

    “A massage?” Anna’s tone was teasing, her eyes glinting with mischief. “And how did that go?”

    “It was… good. Really good.” Debs shifted in her seat, her voice dropping. “He’s got strong hands. Fixed my hip right up.”

    Anna grinned, sensing there was more. “Strong hands, huh? Did they wander anywhere… interesting?”

    Debs’ face was now a vivid shade of pink. She took a sip of coffee, stalling. “Well… let’s just say it wasn’t just my hip he took care of.”

    Anna’s grin widened. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “So, what you’re saying is… he gave you a little extra relief? A proper hand job?”

    Debs choked on her coffee, coughing into her napkin. “Anna! God, keep it down!” But her eyes sparkled as she murmured, “It was… fantastic. Okay? Leave it at that.”

    Anna chuckled, satisfied for now. She wasn’t about to push further and risk Debs clamming up, or revealing something even juicier, like how Richard’s cock had definitely played a starring role. Instead, she shifted the topic. “Speaking of aches, my leg’s still killing me. That damn hamstring.”

    Debs, relieved to move on, seized the chance. “You should try Richard. Seriously. He’s magic.”

    Anna’s lips twitched. “Magic, huh? Maybe I will.”

    Yoga Class

    The yoga studio buzzed with quiet chatter as Anna and Debs arrived, spotting Richard just outside the changing room. He gave them a nod, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, and the three of them walked in together. Normally, Debs and Anna flanked Richard in the second row, but today Anna veered off, claiming a mat in the front row, directly in front of him. Debs shot her a questioning look, one eyebrow arched. Anna just winked.

    In the women’s changing room, Debs watched as Anna peeled off her jeans and slipped into a pair of loose grey shorts, short enough to turn heads, baggy enough to leave plenty to the imagination. What caught Debs off guard, though, was the lack of underwear beneath them. No knickers, no thong, nothing. Anna’s top was equally casual, a loose tank that hung off her frame, and, another surprise, no bra. Debs blinked. “Going for the minimalist look today?”

    Anna shrugged, adjusting her shorts with a sly smile. “Comfort, Debs. It’s all about comfort.”

    During the class, Debs couldn’t help but sneak glances at Anna. Every downward dog, every warrior pose, seemed calculated. Anna’s shorts gaped just so, her top shifted to reveal the curve of her breast, all perfectly angled to give Richard an eyeful from his spot behind her. Debs bit back a smirk. Her friend was shameless.

    After class, as they rolled up their mats, Debs caught Richard by the arm. “Hey, Anna’s been complaining about her leg. That hamstring’s still bothering her. Maybe you could give her one of your… special massages?”

    Richard’s brows shot up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he masked it with a grin. “Yeah, sure. I’d be happy to help.”

    Anna, overhearing, flashed a smile. “That’d be great. Shall we?” She didn’t wait for an answer, grabbing her bag and heading out with Richard in tow. Debs watched them go, shaking her head. She had a feeling Anna’s leg wasn’t the only thing about to get some attention.

    Massage

    The room was dim, lit only by a soft lamp in the corner, as Anna lay face-up on Richard’s massage table. A small hand towel rested across her hips, barely covering her pussy, leaving the rest of her bare. Richard’s hands had already worked wonders on her thigh, kneading the tight muscle until the ache melted away. She sighed, sinking deeper into the table.

    “Anywhere else need attention?” Richard asked, his voice low and professional, though there was a hint of something else beneath it.

    Anna met his gaze, her lips curling into a slow smile. “Yes, actually.” With a flick of her wrist, she cast the towel aside, letting it fall to the floor. Her legs parted slightly, just enough to make her invitation clear.

    Richard’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t hesitate. He stepped closer, his hands hovering for a moment before settling into place.

    Fingers

    His fingers moved with precision, tracing the contours of her inner thighs before sliding upward. Anna’s breath hitched as he brushed against her clit, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt through her. “There,” she murmured, her voice husky. “A little firmer. Circles.”

    Richard obeyed, his thumb pressing into her clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles. She arched slightly, guiding him. “Yes, like that. Now… inside. Curl your fingers up, there’s a spot…”

    He slid two fingers into her, curling them as instructed, and found it, the ridged patch of her G-spot. She gasped, her hips bucking as he stroked it, his thumb still working her clit in tandem. The sensation built fast, a tight coil of heat in her core. “Faster,” she breathed, and he complied, his rhythm relentless.

    The first orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing through her body, her thighs trembling as she clenched around his fingers. She barely had time to catch her breath before he adjusted his angle, pressing harder against her G-spot. “Again,” she demanded, and he didn’t disappoint. The second climax ripped through her, sharper and deeper, leaving her panting, her skin slick with sweat.

    Mouth

    Before she could fully recover, Richard shifted. His hands parted her thighs wider, and then his mouth was on her, hot, wet, and impossibly skilled. His tongue flicked over her clit, teasing at first, then settling into a steady rhythm that made her moan. Two fingers slipped back inside her, her pussy now drenched, and he curled them again, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.

    Anna’s world narrowed to the sensations: the slick heat of his tongue, the stretch of his fingers, the way her body seemed to melt and ignite all at once. He sucked gently on her clit, and she cried out, her hands fisting the sheet beneath her. The first orgasm came hard, a full-body shudder that left her gasping. He didn’t stop, his tongue swirling faster, his fingers pumping deeper, and a second climax followed, even more intense, her vision blurring as she rode it out.

    Rest

    Richard pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and shifted to a gentler touch. His hands returned to her body, starting with her calves, which had tightened into hard knots from her earlier convulsions. He kneaded them with slow, firm pressure, his thumbs digging into the muscle until she felt the tension unravel. The room was quiet save for the soft rustle of his movements and her own steadying breaths, the air cool against her sweat-slicked skin.

    He moved to her feet next, pressing his thumbs into the arches with a rolling motion that drew a low sigh from her lips. The sensation was grounding, almost meditative, as he worked each toe, stretching them gently to release the last vestiges of strain. “Still with me?” he asked, his voice a warm murmur that seemed to vibrate through the table.

    “Barely,” she replied, her words thick with languor. “Keep going.”

    He chuckled, a soft sound that made her smile despite herself, and shifted his attention to her thighs. His palms swept over them in long, soothing strokes, smoothing out the tremors that lingered from her earlier exertion. The oil he’d rubbed into his hands earlier left a faint scent of lavender, mingling with the musk of her own arousal, and she inhaled deeply, letting it anchor her. He lingered on her hamstrings, coaxing the muscles into submission with a patience that felt almost reverent, his fingers tracing the lines of her body like an artist perfecting a sketch.

    “Roll over,” he said after a while, his tone calm but carrying a quiet authority. She complied, flipping onto her stomach with a lazy stretch, her limbs heavy and pliant. He started on her back, his hands gliding over her spine, the heels of his palms pressing into the tight spots along her shoulder blades. She groaned softly as he worked a particularly stubborn knot, the ache dissolving under his touch. His fingers fanned out, kneading her shoulders with a rhythm that lulled her deeper into relaxation, then trailed down her arms, stretching them out to the sides and massaging the muscles until they felt like liquid.

    He moved lower, his hands settling on the curve of her lower back, just above her hips. His thumbs pressed into the dimples there, circling slowly, and she felt a shiver of relief ripple through her. He lingered, working the area with care, his touch firm yet tender, until every ounce of tension had melted away. By the time he finished, she was a puddle on the table, her breathing slow and even, her body utterly surrendered to the calm he’d crafted.

    Cock

    He stood at her head, finishing her shoulders, when Anna reached up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his trousers. She tugged them down, revealing a thick, rigid cock that sprang free, its tip glistening as she pulled back the foreskin, veins pulsing along its length. She leaned forward to take him in her mouth, her lips brushing the velvety head, but he stepped back, a faint, teasing smile on his lips.

    He moved to her feet. Still face-down, she felt his hands, warm and firm, part her thighs, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin where her legs met her hips. He climbed onto the table, his weight dipping the surface slightly as he settled between her legs, pushing them wider until she was fully exposed. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing her slick entrance, before she felt the blunt, hot tip of his cock nudge against her.

    He guided himself with one hand, the other gripping her hip, and pressed forward. The first inch stretched her deliciously, the thick head breaching her with a slow, deliberate push that made her moan into the table. He paused, letting her adjust to his size, then slid deeper, his shaft filling her inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. She felt every ridge, every pulse of him inside her, the pressure exquisite against her still-sensitive walls.

    He began to move, drawing back until just the tip remained, then thrusting forward with a long, measured stroke. The angle was perfect, his cock dragged against her G-spot with every pass, reigniting the fire he’d stoked earlier with his fingers. She clenched around him, her breath hitching as he set a rhythm, slow at first, letting her feel the full length of him sliding in and out. The tip of his cock seemed to kiss that sweet spot each time, a deep, throbbing sensation that built with every thrust.

    “Harder,” she gasped, and he obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Her body rocked against the table, her fingers curling into the sheet as the pleasure intensified. The heat coiled tight in her core, and then it snapped, an explosive orgasm that tore through her, her pussy spasming around him, milking his cock as she cried out. The sensation was overwhelming: the way his thick shaft stretched her, the relentless pressure on her G-spot, the slick friction as he kept moving through her climax.

    He didn’t stop. His hands gripped her hips tighter, lifting her slightly to deepen the angle, and she felt him shift inside her, the tip of his cock now hitting even more precisely. Another orgasm built almost instantly, spurred by the memory of his fingers and the reality of his cock, its girth, its heat, the way it pulsed inside her. She came again, harder this time, her vision sparking white as her body trembled beneath him, her moans turning to breathless whimpers.

    Richard slowed for a moment, letting her catch her breath, but then resumed with long, steady strokes, each one drawing out the aftershocks until she was teetering on the edge again. The sensation of his cock moving inside her, the smooth glide of the tip, the stretch of her walls, the deep, rhythmic pressure, pushed her into a state of near-constant climax. One orgasm bled into the next, her body shaking, her voice raw as she surrendered to the relentless pleasure, lost in the feel of him driving her higher with every thrust.

  • Debs – Overtime

    Debs watched Richard as he walked down the office, his three piece suit making him look dapper and cultured, a welcome change she thought from his normal scruffy jeans and t-shirt.

    “Afternoon handsome, your a bit overdressed for a quick stocktake” She told him, admiring the cut of his trousers which moved at his groin in way that intrigued her, something was swinging by his left thigh as he walked towards her, something she knew all too well was bound to please.

    “Just had an interview, so needed to impress” He told her as he strode up to her, placing one finger under her chin, lifting her face to point towards his. “Anyway you’re a fine one to talk, that’s a very formal outfit, have youa lso been looking for a new job”

    Debs looked into his brown eyes and replied “No we’ve had County in, checking that the dottings and crossings. “Thought I would dress like the librarian they expect me to be”.

    Her wool skirt suit was Chanel Style, with a round neck and knee-length skirt ensuring little skin was on show. As he looked down her body she undid the four buttons on the jacket allowing it to fall open to reveal a silk camisole top with a lace trim. His hands lifted this, stroking up her sides before moving across to her shapely breasts that were otherwise bear, her nippled popped at the touch of his strong fingers.

    Her hands moved down to his belt, expertly unfastening it quickly before swiftly undoing his trousers, she had some experience with his suit and soon he was stood before her bare legged with his trousers bunched up around his feet. She had been right she saw, he had gone commando today and his cock hung heavily from his groin. Her hands soon found this and worked to improve his growing erection. She could feel him warm rod of flesh swelling in her hands and Debs grinned as she felt Richard’s response to her touch, the familiar weight of him in her hands stirring a thrill she never tired of. The office was quiet, the stockroom door slightly ajar, but the risk only fueled her excitement. She glanced up at him, his brown eyes darkening with desire, and gave him a teasing squeeze. “Interview must’ve gone well if you’re this relaxed,” she murmured, her voice low and playful.

    Richard let out a soft groan, his hands tightening briefly on her shoulders before sliding down to cup her breasts again, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the silk. “Well enough,” he managed, his breath hitching as she worked him with practiced ease. “But this—this is the real test of the day.” He smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear. “You’re making it hard to focus on stocktake, Debs.”

    He shifted his hips slightly, giving her better access, and glanced toward the door. “Hope County’s not planning a surprise return visit,” he added, though his tone suggested he didn’t much care if they did.

    “Oh, let them come,” Debs replied with a wicked chuckle, her hands moving faster now, coaxing him to full hardness. She dropped to her knees, the wool of her skirt stretching slightly as she settled in front of him. The sight of his cock, thick and ready, made her mouth water. She looked up at him through her lashes, enjoying the way his jaw tightened as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin. “They’d just get a lesson in multitasking.”

    Without breaking eye contact, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him as she began to move. The taste of him, the heat, the slight saltiness—it was intoxicating. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as she set a rhythm, slow at first, then building as his breathing grew ragged.

    Richard’s head tipped back, a low curse slipping from his lips as Debs worked her magic. His hands found her hair, fingers threading through the strands, not guiding but simply holding on as she took him deeper. The contrast of her prim librarian outfit and the wild, hungry way she devoured him sent a jolt through him. He’d always known Debs was a firecracker beneath her cool exterior, but this—right here in the stockroom—was a new level of bold.

    “Christ, Debs,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re gonna ruin me for suits.” His hips twitched involuntarily, and he forced himself to stay still, letting her control the pace. The distant hum of the office phones and the occasional shuffle of footsteps outside barely registered—he was lost in her.

    Debs hummed around him, the vibration drawing another groan from Richard as she picked up her pace. She loved this—the power, the intimacy, the way he unraveled under her touch. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took him deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. One hand slipped between his legs, teasing his balls lightly, and she felt him tense, a sure sign he was close.

    Pulling back just enough to catch her breath, she grinned up at him, lips slick and eyes gleaming. “Stocktake can wait,” she said huskily. “I’ve got a more pressing job to finish.” Before he could respond, she dove back in, determined to push him over the edge.

    Richard’s grip tightened in her hair as the pleasure built to a breaking point. “Debs—fuck—” he gasped, his control slipping. Her mouth was relentless, hot and perfect, and that final tease of her fingers sent him spiraling. His hips jerked, and he came hard, a guttural sound escaping him as he spilled into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, taking it all with a skill that left him trembling.

    When she finally released him, he leaned back against a shelf, panting, his suit jacket askew and trousers still pooled around his ankles. “You’re a menace,” he said, half-laughing, half-dazed, as he reached down to help her up.

    Debs rose gracefully, wiping the corner of her mouth with a smug little smirk. “And you love it,” she shot back, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her jacket as if nothing had happened. She stepped closer, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to his lips before stepping back to admire her handiwork. Richard looked thoroughly debauched—hair mussed, tie crooked, and a flush on his cheeks that made him even more handsome.

    “Better fix yourself up, handsome,” she said, nodding at his disheveled state. “Wouldn’t want the boss walking in and seeing you like this.” She turned to saunter back toward the stockroom door, tossing over her shoulder, “I’ll start on the inventory. You catch your breath.”

    Richard shook his head, still catching his breath as he bent to pull up his trousers. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Debs,” he called after her, fastening his belt with shaky hands. He straightened his tie and ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of the polished look he’d walked in with. But the grin on his face wouldn’t fade—he felt alive, electric, and damn if Debs didn’t know how to make a mundane day unforgettable.

    He followed her out of the stockroom a moment later, suit intact but spirit decidedly ruffled. “Right,” he said, grabbing a clipboard from the counter. “Stocktake. Let’s see if I can count straight after that.”

    Debs glanced back at him, her laugh bright and unapologetic. “I’d say you’ve already handled the hardest part of the day,” she quipped, picking up a scanner and starting on the first aisle. The air between them buzzed with a shared secret, a little spark of chaos in the otherwise orderly office. She didn’t know if his interview had landed him a new job, but one thing was certain—working with Richard was never going to be dull.

    As they moved through the shelves, trading playful jabs and stolen glances, the stocktake became less a chore and more an extension of their game. For Debs, it was the perfect end to a day that had started with County’s scrutiny and ended with a taste of something far more satisfying.