It was a beautiful day.
Children's excited voices penetrated through the thick forest. It was a school day, they must've been on a trip to the lake. Probably they were being shown how to catch creepy crawlies in nets along the shallow weedy margins. The boys trying their hardest to find ways to put wet wriggling creatures inside the girls dresses. In a couple of years time they'll still be pestering to get inside the girls dresses for a whole new set of reasons.
A shrill scream echoed across the lake.
Bullseye!
It was blisteringly hot. On the short car journey me and my lovely passenger were nearly hanging out of the windows, trying to get some cool air. No chance. The air entering the car was hot and muggy and provided no respite.
Under the canopy of the trees however the air was much cooler.
Me and my girlfriend, Jeanette walked around the far end of the large lake. Far enough under the canopy to be hidden from the lake and it from us, apart, that is from an occasional silvery glint coming from our left.
I squeezed her hand as we walked along. Jeanette looked over and smiled at me. It was a bit of a halfhearted attempt. She never could hide her feelings.
"Nervous?" I asked
"Yeah a little, but excited as well." She squeezed my hand in return, her smile a little broader.
"Me too." I said, returning her smile.
I couldn't help but watch her as she walked. She walks with a bouncy, happy looking gait. I met her on a walking holiday in Cumbria and it was her infectious happiness that first attracted me to her.
The way she walks may be a long way down her list of good points but they all add up. I did have lecherous reasons for watching her as well though, I'm a man, I can't help it. She was wearing a pair of lightweight walking boots, and a cream, flowing, summery dress. It gave her a farmers daughter kind of look.
She wears suits all day in her job so when she's out and about she likes to wear nice, pretty things, even if they're not always the most practical. The straps of the small rucksack she wore pulled the dress tightly against her chest and her brunette pony tail wasn't the only thing that bounced as she walked.
"Let's go up here." She said, pointing to our right.
Jeanette knows the area better than me so I was happy to let her lead the way without question.
We took a right hand fork in the path, heading away from the lake, its complement of nosy children and further into the woods, hopefully leading us onto paths less well trodden by the day time dog walkers and ramblers.
Only a couple of yards in and already the path narrowed considerably. Changing from the wide gravel path suitable for wheelchair access that circled the lake to a narrow bumpy dirt track. The greenery pressed in on both sides, forcing us to walk closer together, wrapping our arms around each others waists, her slim hand sliding into the back pocket of my jeans.
"Where's your wallet?" she asked "I wanted to nick it!"
"Ha! Foiled you, it's in my jacket back at your house."
"Damm."
"Don't pretend you were after my wallet, I know you only wanted to feel my arse."
She laughed, leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"Guilty as charged officer."
We slowed down, our hips bumping as we walked on the rutted path. After heavy rain this would be a quagmire. You could see where people had walked and ridden along it and left deep imprints in soft mud that was now hardened like concrete and cracked like a dry river bed. We took another path, I barely saw it as we approached it, it was so overgrown.
It was perfect, obviously rarely traveled and heading deeper into the trees.
I was looking around as we walked, partially to admire the beauty of the wood, but also to check we were alone, nerves getting the better of me. Some light filtered through the trees, dappling the floor and vibrant undergrowth with bright green and yellow highlights. I've always loved exploring a new forest or wood, there's something magical about playing in amongst trees that's stayed with me since childhood.
All around us the woods were alive with life. Myriad insects buzzed across our path and scurrying, rustling noises came every so often as we disturbed a small animal or bird hidden in a bush.
It became tougher to follow the path as it progressively became more and more overgrown, the shrubs and plants bordering it aggressively claiming it back. In places we had to squeeze carefully through patches of nettles and brambles although thankfully it was mostly just long grass bordering the narrow path.
A fallen tree finally blocked our way. There was a tiny gap underneath which would probably be squeezable but going over looked the best bet, it was only about waist height. As soon as I saw the tree a picture formed in my minds eye.
"Shall we turn back?" She asked, jokingly.
"You can, I'll see you back at the car."
I took my small black rucksack from my back and chucked it over the trunk, making a mental note to be careful opening the cans of coke that sat inside.
"I could have held that for you." She said sarcastically.
"I know," I replied grinning. "but chucking it is more fun."
"Well see how much fun holding a bag can be." She slipped hers off her shoulders and handed it to me before levering herself up the trunk and, after hitching up her dress, she sat astride it.
Looking down the other side and brushing her hands together she said.
"Doesn't look like the path carries on much over here."
"Can we still get through do you think?"
"Of course Honey, now get up here."
I handed back her Bag and levered myself up.
The rough bark of the tree was covered in moss and lichens, it felt wonderfully earthy and textured to touch.
Where the tree had fallen it created a gap in the canopy above, thick midsummer sunlight poured in, coating us in its warmth.
I sat astride the tree facing Jeanette. She dropped her bag next to mine and shuffled a little closer.
I looked into her large brown eyes, my heart hammering in my chest, blood rushing in my ears. A strand of hair had come loose from her pony tail and was hanging down across her cheek.
I reached forwards and brushed it behind her ear, holding my hand there when I finished. My thumb brushing her cheek, fingers curling over her ear.
"You're really, really beautiful d'you know that."
She smiled, the merest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.
Gazing, eyes absolutely locked into mine she turned her head and kissed the tip of my thumb.
"Do you want to...."
I lean forward, answering her question, my heart and loins fluttering like it's the first time and then our lips touch and melt together.
It was lovely, just sitting there and kissing, it almost felt like there was no need to go any further. Sometimes kissing is enough, but, this wasn't going to be one of those times.
"Mmm" she murmured after a little while. "I feel really naughty doing this."
"We're only kissing." I said before planting a wet peck on her cute little button nose.
"True, but," Her brown eyes sparkled. "I hope that's no all we're gonna do."
She gave me back a peck on the lips.
"Absolutely, we're gonna have lunch as well.
She smiled
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
I too was feeling naughty and incredibly turned on.
I leaned forward and as I slowly whispered my lips moved against hers.
"So what did you have in mind?." I allowed my lips to stay slightly open and unmoving, barely touching hers.
She whispered back.
"I was hoping we could be very naughty."
I planted soft kisses on her lips, placed my hands on her knees and then pushed my fingers and thumbs slowly up her thighs, easing her dress up as I went.
I was hard inside my jeans, incredibly turned on, lust mixing with nerves and producing adrenaline.
My heart pounded inside my chest as my fingers strayed close to her sweet pussy. I kissed her hard, forcefully pushing my tongue inside her mouth. She responded by gripping the back of my head and pulling me on.
My fingers slid inwards and upwards, finding plump, soft, naked lips. She gasped and tilted her head up to the sky as I traced the freshly shaven and silky contours.
I kiss her exposed throat from the top of her cleavage to her chin and then back up to her lips once more.
Jeanette tugs my T-shirt over my head, the sunlight feels great on my back but I have to take my hands away from her pussy to slide it from my arms. I take the opportunity to undo her dress. It has large buttons up the front and I quickly undo them all the way down to her waist.
I pulled the dress open and smiled as I saw what bra she wore. It was a thin, white, lacy one we'd brought from a sex shop last month, it could be undone from the front, a small, pink ribbon holding it together.
She leaned forward and kissed me sweetly as I tugged at the little pink bow then pushed the cups to the side, replacing them with my hands.
I gave jeanette's perky little breasts a gentle squeeze then released them and pushed her dress from her shoulders, pushing it down her arms to her elbows.
She shook the sleeves down from her arms and then dropped her bra on top of one of the bags to our side.
