Every once in a while, a news item catches one's eyes, and the mind starts wandering.
Saw where a couple got into hot water for fooling around in front of passengers on a recent flight, apparently playing the mile-high club game, and got into a bit of trouble.
For me, that's been a goal, but have never had the opportunity nor guts to gain entrance to the club. That doesn't mean that willing partners haven't pushed the envelope of naughtiness over the years.
Elizabeth was a sweet married friend who loved being on the edge of naughtiness. She loved sexual behavior in the outdoors, in cars, and in hotel windows. It got her off. Hubby had no desires in that regard, and fate had us get together and cheat.
We met through a mutual friend, and one thing led to another. The woman was so enticing, although it was wrong we got together. A 5-5, 130 pound lady with brunette hair, she was not only a looker but also very smart and witty. Adventurous.
She gave me road head observed by truckers on several occasions, once allowing me to bare her ass to the trucker while she was sucking my dick. At a high-rise hotel in Philly she held the window while I pounded her from behind, all in the view of a close by office building who had at least four people observing us before we closed the shades.
But it was the outdoors activities that were also very hot.
Elizabeth loves teasing me while we went for long walks in parks. Sometimes it was dirty talk, other times she'd play with my ass while I returned the favor. Other times she'd reach into my pants and play with me, an action which generally led to us finding a secluded place to engage in a sex act, whether a blow job or full out sexual intercourse. She was a wonderful play partner.
On one such occasion we retreated behind some trees and ventured down toward a river, stopping about 10 feet away by a fallen tree. There Elizabeth sat, teased me, and ultimately began sucking me off in front of nature. It was a great impromptu session, one where she took her time to caress, lick and suck my cock.
After a few minutes, I had to fuck her, and asked her to turn around and lean over the fallen tree. She happily complied, dropping her jeans and panties and baring that behind right in front of me. I kissed her for a bit -- mostly on the ass but also slipping under and licking her soaking wet pussy. After the foreplay, I arose and maneuvered behind her, sliding my dick up and down her pussy before slipping inside the hot wet hole.
It was awesome. She felt great, and her pussy grabbed by dick as she cooed and rooted me on.
"Take it, fuck me Rob," was one of her taunts. "Oh, I love it."
I did fuck her. It was amazing! I got lost in the fucking and didn't hear a pair of fishermen paddling past until one of the men whistled and the other said something like "fuck her hard!"
Disengaging from her we struggled to get our clothing in order as the guys laughed at us. "We know what you were doing!"
Damn, that was embarrassing, but the guys were at least not cops nor did they have a camera catching the action. Elizabeth and I scurried back to the car and made our way out of the park quickly, seeing the two guys along the way laughing it up on their discovery.
All of this led to me thinking of a time a couple months later where one thing led to another. In the interim we hadn't fooled around as much as we had been. You see, we were both married and not to each other, and getting caught in the act would not have been a good thing. Oh, we still had car sex, but on well secluded paths.
Oh, we still did our little walks, and sometimes I'd even get a quick blow job if the coast was clear, but it wasn't as frequent as we still remembered those fishermen and how lucky we were not to have been caught by a park ranger or other type of gendarme.
We lived about 45 minutes apart, so it wasn't always easy to meet. Motels were an option, but quite frankly, costly and given we were mostly in it for quick and dirty sex we also continued to play around in the great outdoors.
One of our usual hangouts, a part, was full of moms and kids once school was out, so we chalked it off our list as a fooling around place. But one of the nice things about South Jersey is there are numerous secluded places in the Pinelands to find respite from prying eyes.
Still, we were very cautious about when and when we fooled around.
I met her at a parking lot near a lake one afternoon with hopes of a blow job or more. Of course, I told her I just wanted to go for a walk, but both of us knew that was code for some sexual action. She was fine with that.
