It was Sunday and Sunday was a walk. Monday was game night, Tuesday it was a TV show, Wednesday to the gym, Thursday another TV show, Friday go out, Saturday sleep together and Sunday was walking. That's how it was when you had been together for 10 years, and that's how it had to be. Routine. But that wasn't really what Frauke had decided on, and it wasn't how it had started with Paul. Before, everything was somehow more spontaneous, wilder and more exciting. Nevertheless, they had somehow slipped into it and now life was just like that.
But just now it had gone "click!" in Frauke's head, and now it was time to break out of the routine. "Lick my cunt, Paul!" she said to the man who was walking there beside her through the summer forest.
"Huh?" What had he done wrong now? Thought poor Paul, who sometimes could not keep up with the whims of his beloved.
"Well, what I said: Lick my cunt!"
"But I didn't do anything."
"That's right. And now I want you to lick me." Slowly, Paul understood what was being asked of him.
"But it's Sunday, and anyway... in the middle of the forest?" Paul felt a certain tingling in his pants, but that was somehow too wild for him. He didn't know his Frauke like that at all.
"Geez, Paul! I want you to just say 'yes' to something like that right now." Frauke was getting impatient. It couldn't be that hard to just do something spontaneous.
"Yeah, and what if someone sees us? And anyway."
"What, Paul? It's 6:00 p.m. on the weekend. In this sleepy nest, 5 km down the forest road, everyone is now either sitting at dinner or already on the couch. I want you to lean me back there against that tree, kneel on the ground in front of me, push up my skirt and lick my pussy until I cum. I'm horny, I'm frustrated, and I need this from you now." Paul looked around and actually couldn't see or hear anyone.
"Uh... ok."
"Pssst, look!" With those words, Frauke pulled up her T-shirt and presented Paul with her bare breasts, which fell dow out of her T-shirt and bounced once, twice, three times. A movement he had power to resist, even after 10 years of relationship and countless times seeing them. With his eyes he went in search of a suitable tree, in front of which the ground was not too dirty. He was so taken off guard by Frauke's openness and insistence that it didn't even occur to him to offer any more rebuttals. His brain had already cut down the blood supply to a level that only allowed him to supply some stone-age portions of his gray matter. The rest of the blood was now needed elsewhere. It was already getting uncomfortably tight in his pants, as he thought about what was about to happen.
While he was still searching for a suitable tree and trying in vain to gather some clear thoughts, his girlfriend had already grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into a more densely wooded area. Here she leaned against a mossy tree trunk, its green side facing away from the forest path, and pointed her finger at the ground in front of her. Paul did as he was instructed, kneeling in front of her and nervously pushing her skirt up while watching with one eye the walking path that wound through the woods just a few yards from the scene.
However, as soon as he slid the skirt over his sweetheart's round, juicy hips, felt her warm, soft thighs under his nervous hands, and saw her panties right in front of him, there was no room in his mind for anything else. A telltale dark stain had already formed on Frauke's black and white striped everyday panties. Paul's mouth watered when he thought of what he was about to do to her. Frauke wiggled her hips, signaling him to free her private parts from the useless piece of fabric. He hooked his index fingers under the hem, carefully pulled it down and now saw the part of her body directly in front of him, which otherwise never had the direct pleasure of fresh forest air.