Dear Diary,
Terri's parents arrived today, needing somewhere to stay on their way to their holidays. Bugger. Was hoping to have a nice night of passion with Colin. But we ended up going al fresco instead, and I'm sure someone was watching us. Bloody certain of it. But I'm getting ahead of myself...
Colin arrived, just as I was putting the kettle on. How he does it, I'll never know; it's like he's got radar for the kettle. I hugged him, gave him a peck, and filled him in on the situation.
We dished out the drinks, and sat making polite conversation. Something made me think of that clearing that I found the other week; the one I wrote about. A flash of inspiration hit me. I conned Colin into coming upstairs to help me make the bed, got him alone in the back bedroom, and told him that if I suggested a walk in the woods, the correct answer was "yes".
He looked confused, but agreed. Then we laid down on the bed and had a really nice cuddle. It was great to feel his arms around me, and to have my arms around him, again. I could have dozed off, but I was aware of Terri's parents downstairs, and knew that if we stayed up there too long eyebrows would have been raised. It's important to Terri that her parents think that she and her flatmate are a couple of nice, middle class, girls who wouldn't dream of pre-marital sex, and since I like Terri a lot, I wasn't going to do anything to change that view.
I rolled off the bed, and leant over to kiss him. I couldn't keep my horniness out of the kiss, and my nipples showed it. Mind you, so did his cock! I teased him a little, rubbing my tits, and he tried to be stern. It didn't work, as usual, and I gave him the coy look that I know drives him wild. He called me a little minx. I took it as a compliment. He tried to slap my bum as he rolled over, but I ducked out of the way and laughed as he nearly fell off the bed.
When we got downstairs the enthralling conversation was about getting soup stains out of jeans. Wow. Eventually it turned to gardening, and something about a tree. There was my cue. I mentioned the woods and asked if Colin fancied a walk, using the excuse of a fuzzy head (from the cold I'd just got over). He remembered his line, we excused ourselves, and went and got the coats. My pussy was tingling slightly from the excitement and anticipation of what I had planned.
Walking up the road we chatted about friends and family, caught up on the gossip, shared the news that we couldn't share in front of Terri's parents. It would never do for them to find out that most of our friends were bi, gay, poly or queer; or some combination thereof.
We got to the common, and I headed straight for the entrance to the woods. We'd been walking arm-in-arm, but I took hold of his hand when we got inside the woods; much more romantic. Not that there's anything "serious" there; we're friends-with-benefits, and have been for many years.
I knew there was a side path that I was looking for, and I thought it was only a couple of minutes down the path. As we got close to where I thought it was, I got the urge for a smoke, so I get my fags out and lit one for me. Colin took the lighter to light his own, while I wandered on down the path looking for the side turning. He caught up with me and handed the lighter back. Just as I took it from him I spotted the entrance and turned sharply towards it. My foot caught on the side of the path and I stumbled forward. Verbally abusing myself I caught my balance and headed off down the side path.
It's not wide enough for two, so Colin followed me, which was what I wanted.
As I reached the big tree at the entrance to the clearing I stopped to listen, to see if there was anyone else using the clearing. Not sure what I would have done if there was; might well have gone to the other side of the clearing from them and done our own thing while they were doing theirs. It's not like we haven't done that at parties before.
I couldn't hear anything, so I took his hand and lead him into the clearing. We crossed the clearing to the stack of logs. I'd nearly finished my smoke, so I stubbed it out on the grass. Taking my jacket off, I hung it on a branch and turned back to him.
I told him to get his coat off and get over to me. He paused to put his smoke out on the end of a log, took his coat off and hooked it over the end of another log. He looked at me for a moment, then suddenly he was in my arms, our lips meeting, our arms round each other, our hands wandering, caressing, the passion rising. The kiss lasted for ages, then, when it felt right, I pulled back gently, keeping my arms round him.
We talked for a few minutes, chattering, remembering, teasing with words, until I couldn't control the my horniness any more. I let go, and gave him a little push so he was leaning against the logs. Grabbing his coat, I spread it out on the floor and knelt in front of him. The belt buckle came undone easily, and the zip and button too. There was the tip of his cock, sticking out over his undies. I wanted it in my pussy, but I wanted it in my mouth too. I knew that if he got his cock in me it would feel wonderful, but once he'd come it would take a while for him to recover, so I pulled down his jeans and undies and kissed him on the end of his cock.
Opening my lips I sucked him deep into my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum as nice as ever. I slide my lips up and down the length, ticked the underside with my tongue, running my tongue around the head. He was muttering incoherently, and I chuckled; that was the expected and normal reaction at this point.
I needed to give myself some release too, so I undid my jeans with my left hand, slid my hand down inside my panties and started teasing my clit. The combination of the feel of him in my mouth, and my hand on my clit, just served to make me even hornier. My right hand was fondling his balls, and then wanking him with just the tip of his cock in my mouth, then back to his balls.
I knew what would get him even hornier, so I slid my mouth back to just the tip, then stopped. He looked down at me. I took my hand of my jeans, dragged my top up over my tits, took one out and started rubbing the nipple. At the same time I carried on sucking his cock. He's always got off on seeing my playing with my tits (when he's not playing with them himself). It only took a few more sucks and I feel his balls contracting they way they do when he's about to come.
I ran my mouth up the length of his cock one final time and stopped. Standing up, I leaned over him and kissed him. He loves to taste his cock on my mouth, so I was happy to oblige.
Standing up straight, licking my lips, with one hand still on his cock, I raised my eyebrows at him and cocked my head to one side as if to say "Well? What are you going to do next?"
He took a couple of seconds to work out what I was asking, then I saw the light dawn. He looked around, but couldn't work out the logistics so I let go of his cock, picked up his coat, and started to drape it over the logs. He moved his jeans, and I removed mine (and my knickers to give him easy access to my pussy) and climbed up onto the logs, hoping it was going to put me at the right height for him to give me a good licking.
