Amy's new boyfriend was a real outdoorsy type. Camping, climbing, hiking, mountain biking - you name it, he was into it. There were huge upsides to his penchant for fresh air and exercise, chief amongst them for Amy being his impressive physique and, on occasion, remarkable stamina.
The major downsides were that he was off on some adventure or another most weekends, and that when he returned, his outdoor exertions seemed to have depleted his energy resources somewhat when it came to the indoor activities Amy was more interested in. Oh, and the fact that he had started suggesting that Amy think about accompanying him on some of his activity weekends.
"No way I'm ruining these nails scrambling up a rock face, or getting any of my beautiful shoes covered in mud!!" she had protested the last time he suggested it.
But Ben was quite persistent and had promised her a luxury spa day if she'd just try venturing a little way off the beaten track with him.
"A day in the country in return to a day of pampering" is how he'd pitched it "A few miles walk through beautiful countryside, a pub lunch or a picnic, and back. No hills, no rocks no rain, no mud" he said, laughing at her sceptical face.
Against her better judgement she had relented. She had of course insisted on a maximum of five miles there and back, and that lunch be had at a nice gastro pub rather than sitting on a grotty old rug eating cold food and warm wine surrounded by bugs. So he had found the perfect itinerary. A route through woodland and across a meadow to a great little pub called the The Cock Inn.
So it was that Amy found herself trudging along a woodland path one sunny Saturday afternoon. They had driven for about twenty minutes to the roadside clearing that served as parking spaces for walkers. On his iPhone, Ben pointed out their route. He reckoned that the journey through the woods and across the meadow would take about an hour. An hour and a half or so to recover as they enjoyed a late lunch, and then they'd head back.
After about twenty minutes Amy had to admit that it wasn't as bad as had she feared. She had imagined being constantly meeting or being overtaken by intrepid ramblers, with bright orange backpacks and silly hats. But it was really really quiet. Apart from the odd rustle of some unknown woodland thingamajig scurrying away from them into the undergrowth they had been alone all the time so far.
Ben seemed sure of which direction to take when they reached forks in the path, and they walked along holding hands and chatting, stopping now and then to have a cheeky snog up against an unsuspecting tree. At their last stop, Ben had reached under Amy's light summer dress and fondled her arse as his tongue snaked slowly around her mouth. And why not? There was no-one around to see.
They had come to a small clearing. To one side there was a strange looking tree, its branches all bowed and bent. "Well that looks like a particularly good place for a snog" Amy thought, "who knows, I could even sit on that low branch and wrap my legs around Ben's firm thighs..."
She grabbed him and pulled him towards the tree, her mouth firmly on his as she walked backwards. Ben's hands went down to her arse again straightaway. He made a strange, muffled exclamation of surprise as he realised that Amy had decided not to pop any panties on as she dressed for their outing.
Not wishing to let this kind gesture go unappreciated, Ben's fingers sneaked in between Amy's legs to pay with her sweet wet pussy, his fingers prising her lips apart and playing with her throbbing clit. The experience of being pantyless in this fresh air and their previous kissing sessions had left Amy very wet indeed, and his fingers slipped inside her easily.
