She looked coy, started sucking the tip of her thumb, ran her other hand over her thigh and said "yes sir, will there be anything else sir?"
I burst out laughing, because the image was simultaneously totally not her, and yet very, very erotic. Which she knew. Little minx. :-)
When we got back downstairs we found the others engaged in a discussion of the best way to get tomato soup stains out of denim. Not exactly a conversation which either of us could contribute to.
We sat, politely listening, but not really contributing anything. The conversation turned to gardens, and Sarah mentioned that they'd had to have a tree cut down in their garden.
Sal sat up a bit, turned to me and said "oh, that reminds me, do you want to see that woodland I mentioned the other day? It'll be a nice walk and I could use the fresh air, my heads still a little stuffed up after that cold."
"Sure thing," I replied, trying to keep the excitement from my voice.
We made our apologies, and headed for the front door. Sal grabbed both coats from the rack and throw me mine. "New coat?" she asked, as I put my long leather coat on.
"Yup, but I see you've still got the same jacket," I replied. She nodded, and with a smile, said "as always." That jacket had seen many years, and many places. The tales it could tell.
We left the house and headed off up the road. On the way we talked about all the things that we couldn't talk about in front of Terri's parents; how Dave & Andy were having problems after Andy discovered he was bisexual; about Julie and Peter's new girlfriend and how they were going to set up a triad; all the sort of things that are just a little too "out there" for Terri's family.
We walked across the common arm in arm, the moon coming out from behind a cloud, the air warm, the breeze cool. A perfect evening for a stroll really.
I could see the tree line ahead of us, and as we approached it an opening in the trees became evident. We walked through the opening, into the woods, the path clearly marked, with a light coloured sandy surface. We slipped our arms out of each others and held hands instead as we strolled along.
A couple of minutes later she let go of my hand and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a packet of cigarettes and her silver Zippo lighter. "Smoke?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied, as she took two out of the packet. She passed one to me, put the other in her mouth and lit it. Handing the lighter to me she started to walk forward again, looking at the trees on the left as if she was looking for something. I lit my smoke and started to follow her. As I caught up with her, I passed her the lighter. She was still looking to one side as she went to put it back in her pocket.
Suddenly she turned to the right, towards a side turning that wasn't a marked path. She caught her foot on the raised edge of the main path and stumbled. I put a hand out to catch her arm, but she recovered her footing, muttered something about "clumsy bugger" and started off down the side path. I followed her, since it wasn't really wide enough to walk side by side.
The path meandered about a bit, but was obviously leading somewhere. Suddenly she stopped beside a large tree. She held a hand up, so I stopped. She was listening for something, but when she didn't hear it she turned to me, took my hand and stepped around the tree. I followed, and found that the path opened out into a clearing. I don't know why I hadn't seen it earlier, the last part of the path was straight, but I'd been watching where I was putting my feet and had obviously not looked up before she stopped.
On the left side of the clearing there was a large stack of logs next to the edge of the clearing, and it was towards these that she lead me. She stopped next to them, let go of my hand, and turned through 360 degrees, looking to make sure we were alone I guess.
She put her smoke out on the grass, turned back to me, shook her jacket off and hung it on a convenient branch. "Now... get your coat off and come here," she said in a low, sensual, tone.
I stubbed my smoke out carefully, and wasted no time in taking my jacket off and draping it over the logs. She took me in her arms and we kissed. A long, tender, kiss, our lips parting, our tongues meeting, our hands roaming over each other.
We held the kiss for what felt like a lifetime, then she broke the kiss, keeping her arms around me. We talked, I can't remember in detail what we said, but we talked about the old days, the missing each other, the times we'd spent together. The words came tumbling out of both of us, sometimes both talking at the same time. If events had ended there, I would have been happy, but there was more to come.
Suddenly she let go of me, gently pushed me back so I was leaning on the logs, took my coat and laid it down on the grass in front of me. She knelt on the coat, took hold of the belt of my jeans and undid the belt. Next she undid the button, and unzipped my fly. My cock sprung forward, the tip sticking over the top of my undies. She slid my jeans down a bit, then my undies, then took my cock in her hand and kissed the end. He lips slid down the length, and I tilted my head back as I felt her warm mouth on my cock.
I moaned, as she started sliding her mouth up and down the length, pausing at the end, then taking just the head into her mouth and running her tongue around it. I told her how much I'd missed her, how much I'd missed her fantastic blow jobs. She chuckled, deep in the back of her throat, and I felt her tongue tickling across the underside of my cock.
I felt her weight shift, and I looked down to see she was undoing her jeans with one hand, while still sliding her lips up and down my cock. As I watched, she slid her hand inside and started to caress her pussy. She carried on like that for a couple of minutes, her other hand sometimes playing with my balls and sometimes caressing the shaft of my cock.
She stopped for a moment, with just the head of my cock in her mouth, and took her hand out of her jeans. She made eye contact with me, and lifted her top up over her breasts. She slid her hand inside her bra and slipped her right tit out. While still keeping eye contact she started rubbing her nipple, her mouth sliding up and down my cock again. I could feel my balls contracting, with her hand cupped around them, and I knew I wasn't far from coming. She could feel this too, and with one final suck, slid her mouth off my cock.
Using both hands she stood up, leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste my cock on her lips. Her tongue ran around my mouth, sharing the taste, and then she stood upright. What she had in mind was obvious, and I asked her where and how.
She got a thoughtful expression on her face, let go of my cock, picked up my coat and looked at the logs. I spotted what she wanted, grabbed hold of my jeans and moved to one side. She draped my coat over the logs, with the leather side upwards and took her jeans and knickers off. Climbing up on the logs, she settled down with her feet on the top log, and her knees spread. I could see her lovely pussy, the lips swollen from her excitement. As she adjusted her position the moonlight glistened off the juices on the inside of the lips and I knew I had to taste them.
I took her coat from the branch where she'd hung it and draped it on the grass, for me to kneel on while I licked her. Suddenly I heard a crack, like a branch snapping, from my right. I looked round to see where it had come from, as did Sal, but I couldn't see anything. I looked back at Sal, who was still looking over near where we'd entered the clearing, and whispered to her "do you see any anything? Any idea what that was?"
She looked around a bit more, and said that she couldn't see anything, maybe it was just a bird. I looked back over towards the entrance, but still couldn't see or anything else. I shrugged, and knelt down in front of her. Looking up her body I could see that she was still looking around, so I figured that she'd spot anything (or anyone) moving out there. I lowered my lips to her pussy, and kissed it gently. She moaned gently, and I stuck my tongue out, running it along the outside of her pussy lips.
Pushing my tongue between the lips, I ran it up between them, lightly brushing over her clit. She shivered, as I blew across her shaved pussy and started to lick her clit properly. I knew what she liked, and was happy to give it to her. A little flick, then a kiss, a nibble, then a long lick. Then settle down down to a steady rhythm, broken by occasional dips into her pussy with my tongue.
