The Woodmen

Certainly, we were back the next week. No hesitation in removing my clothes, even when we were still too far to see if they -- or just Jen - was there, and then walking through the trees utterly naked with Pete.

"Better get ready," he said, turning to me as we walked. For my part there was no need. I was already as hard as I could get. The prospect of naked Jen and what might happen quite enough for me to rise whilst walking through the sunlight and shade. The week before I would have felt so embarrassed, being first hard, but it was different now. Clearly the association of my erection with Jen and sexual activity clicked in Pete's subconscious and messages were sent. I watched as he jerked upwards without touching it. And there we were -- two young and enthusiastic woodmen.

Unfortunately, the closer we got to Jen's fallen tree, the more it became apparent, however impressive we looked, how sexual we appeared, we were just two naked woodmen on our own -- all worked up and no one there to help us cum.

"Oh," I said looking around, and Pete repeated it. We sat there on the log, our naked bottoms on the moss as our penises wilted. "We look a couple of Charlies sitting here."

We had got all excited and been let down and were just a little disappointed. We could have sat there and talked back about the week before; we could have imagined things; and we could have had a nice little wank together. We might have done. I don't know. That was not something we did together -- or had not done together. We might even have had a 'who can shoot the furthest' game to sort of justify in a competitive male way seeing each other cum. We might have, but then we saw walking through the trees a woman in a dress -- Jen. Just Jen, unaccompanied Jen. The dress finishing a little above her knee.

We stood as is polite and natural. Indeed, we stood in both senses, both natural, but is it also polite to erect when greeting an attractive woman -- and being naked - showing our appreciation of her?

"Hello boys -- what fine woodmen out today. Unfortunately, Mike's been called away, so he couldn't come. Of course, he's, so to speak, come already this morning, and I expect he'll come for me again tonight, but he'd love to have come out and cum with you two. We did enjoy last week. I didn't want to disappoint you, and I really can't get enough of sex at present."

It was just one of those many things women do which so clicks in your brain. Feminine things that make you tingle and maybe push blood into your cock or keep it there. It was a slight movement by the hand at her side. Just a slight, very slight, raising of the hem of her dress under the hand, just a little more thigh. Just so sexual.

"It's so good seeing your cocks, and they are so lovely and hard. But I think with two of you and just me, I'd better set some rules. No cumming until I do -- of course. But without Mike here we can't fuck because I haven't got permission. If he was here... but he's not. Much as I'd like to feel them... so filling, I'm sure. And he hasn't said I can suck..." Her tongue pushed against her upper teeth and her lips were a little apart. Again, so sexual. It just wouldn't look the same if I did that -- or Pete!

"I don't know if I should really get undressed or just take my knickers off with you two like that. Am I safe -- can you control your, um, youthful enthusiasm?" She was still looking at our cocks.

A disappointment. I was sure we were going to have our first fuck. And how good that would be for two friends to have their first fuck together. Certainly, something to remember back to. Imagine us two at eighty years old, reminiscing over a pint. If beer is still served in pints by then, of course! And if we could still drink that much! Drinking and remembering the day we had our first fuck -- a shared fuck.

Jen clearly expected an answer. I said 'yes' and so did Pete.

"I thought you'd just nod your heads," and she reached out and nodded both the heads of our penises up and down. That touch, that touch of another's hand, so pleasing. "That's good," she said, "you're good boys. And you've never fucked nor been sucked?"

This time we did shake our heads. It was true, both of us all of eighteen and so virginal. Jen's hands, apart from our own, the nearest we had got to proper sexual activity. I said at the start of the story I wasn't going to say how old we were, implying we were younger. But the truth... we had got all the way to eighteen years old without so much as a feel of a girl or her hand on our cocks. Embarrassing, eh? It was.

"Wrong heads," she said, and again reached out and loosely shook us from side to side.

"Shall I take my dress off, shall I take my bra off, shall I take my knickers off?"

And she shook our cocks up and down for us.

"What, I think, we'll do is, just to remind you and keep you in check, is for you both to keep your hands behind your backs. I'll do the wanking for you. You won't need your own hands. Come on, hands behind backs."

And we did that. She had us standing there with hands clasped behind us and our cocks sticking up at the front.

"Perhaps I should tie your hands, but I haven't any rope."

Kinky. Bondage and we two just virgins. Advanced play, but for novices!

"But I do have my knickers and bra."

Another of those sexy things women can do. Removing a bra under clothes. She did it without removing her dress. Movements of hands and wriggles of her body and there it was in her hand, a complexity of straps and cups. There to perform what I would so like to have done -- brought my hands up under her soft breast skin and give them support from beneath, my hands spread out over each breast with nipple in my palms.

"Now just stand still whilst I tie you." And she disappeared behind us.

I looked at Pete as Jen worked behind me, tying my wrists together with the warm bra -- and I well knew where it was warm from! Pete looking back at me, erection extended and peeled. My friend as I had never expected to see him.

"Now, what about you Pete? Ah yes, my knickers." She reappeared from behind us.

We did not see anything then, she did not lift her dress to pull them down, merely reaching up under the cotton, but that was exciting enough for a couple of lads, watching the pale blue knickers descending; tugged only as far as her knees and then just fluttering down to her ankles. Very pleasing, as was the way she stepped out of them.

"Turn around Pete."

And I watched the tying. Enough material to somewhat bind his wrists. A smack from her to his little bare bottom.

"Well, don't you two look a picture. Mike would be amused if he was here." She looked around. "There'd be nothing to tie him with. Three tied men. That's been a fantasy of mine when playing alone in this wood. Three lovely men tied down to a bed and me moving from one to the other -- touching them, stroking them, sucking them, and riding and fucking them. Three big cocks to choose from -- all sticking up hard like we women like them. Like yours. Fine manly specimens. Shall we have a little stroll?"

It was a walk but not hand in hand, not like that at all, but with Jen's hands holding our upright cocks. Tugging us along. Where was she taking us? We were leaving our clothes far behind, not just clothes but boots and shoes, being led by our cocks by this woman we barely knew. A woman in a dress. I hoped she knew where she was going and could find her way back to the fallen, mossy tree. Our reference point back to our clothes. Was she taking us home with her -- did she live at the edge of the wood or come by car? Taken to be tied up in her bedroom on her bed? What would it be like being bundled into her car naked and tied -- if she had come by car? What would it be like being tied to her bed and waiting to be used by her?

It was not to her house or car, but to the edge of the wood. We looked out, over a ditch bordering the wood, over fields and on into the distance. The other side of the field a man, or was it a woman, walking a dog and throwing a stick or ball for it. A lovely view but standing there not in the dappled light of the wood but the bright sunshine I felt so exposed. Well, I was so exposed! Could the dog walker see us? Two young men, naked and with their penises swollen and upright, standing between a respectably dressed woman in a blue cotton dress. Her hands still on their standing male organs.

"I like it here at the edge of the wood in the sunshine. Isn't it lovely on your skin? I wonder if that man or woman is going to walk the dog past here? It's a public footpath just the other side of the ditch. Wouldn't he or she find it funny to see you two woodmen. Might like it, might stop and watch. I could make you both cum couldn't I. A bit of a sight for him or her." She was smiling, stroking our cocks. "Come, walk this way. We can get out onto the path."

Jen had brought us to a track coming through the wood and a stile out of the wood. Not the hidden security of trees but a public place, a footpath where there might be people -- very possibly the dog walker coming that way.

"Over you go."

Did we have any option? Naked and tied we were really rather under her control. Without clothes we were dependent on her. Not easy climbing a wooden stile with hands tied behind backs, even if Jen gave us a hand -- yeah, a hand on our cocks and the other on our bottoms, steadying us. Fingers curling between our cheeks. I know, I saw her hand on Pete's bottom and then felt it on mine. Being very intimate.

Out of the wood and onto the footpath, Pete and I looking anxiously down the path, and, indeed, behind Jen -- someone could be walking out of the track in the wood. Jen got up on the stile, and we could not help but look, as any man might at a woman in a dress going over a stile to see if thigh or more was exposed. It was! A glimpse of Jen's knickerless and hairy pussy -- nice!

"I like to sit here too, like this." She paused, atop the stile, sitting on the bar, opened her legs and slowly raised the hem of her dress. Our glimpse of her pussy became a full view -- everything there in the sunshine. The sunlight catching it, exposing it fully to us and closer to us than when she had been sitting on the log.

"I can see left and right along the wood so I can't be surprised; only I can't see behind unless I turn. I could be surprised from behind. I expect you both would like to surprise me from behind with those things!"

Yep!

"But with a dress on nobody can see anything from behind. But with you here to act as lookouts, I could perhaps remove my dress. It is so hot today. Should I? Perhaps I'll just unbutton it."

So sexual, Jen there with us and we able to see not only up her dress to that hairy delight but now her exposed and generous breasts. Yet we were not only taking in her delights but looking around us worriedly. Jen might be able to be modest in her dress with suitable warning, get down from the stile if someone wanted to cross or to bid a dog walker upon the path 'good morning' in her rebuttoned dress, but very different for Pete and me -- both of us without clothes, naked and displaying tumescent penises. Just not what young men want to show -- or perhaps any man. What were we to do? A man, woman, or group of people upon the path were not a problem if we saw them early enough; we could scamper back into the wood, providing Jen moved too. She was barring the way over the stile. But someone on the path coming from the wood -- what could we do? Run off down the path beside or away from the wood, penises waggling -- but to where?

Perhaps different if the scenario was reversed. A mature man and two naked eighteen-year-old girls. Him opening his shorts and baring his chest on the stile -- presumably to wank whilst the girls kept watch. A not actually believable scenario given the two girls naked and with hands tied behind backs -- not believable that he would simply wank rather than touch them and rather more. Why wank when there were two naked girls to enjoy? Hot wet pussies, hot wet mouths and more.

Certainly, the girls could keep watch and there would, perhaps, be much less difficulty, probably, with someone coming along. Easy to tuck penis away and say something about the girls wanting an all over tan. Just so different for girls who do not have so visible indicators of sexual arousal - no upright cocks. And would not most male dog walkers or ramblers be delighted at the sight of naked girls? Not upset or offended and more likely to tarry than criticise! Men like to see naked girls.

But so unlikely a man would have two naked and bound girls acting the lookout whilst he wanked. A so improbable scenario. Was our predicament not improbable too? Yet, there we were, Jen was watching us, enjoying our manly appearance, as her fingers stroked her so hairy pussy. But had Jen been a man and we girls, he -- Jen -- wouldn't have just had us standing there. A fuck -- or rather a double fuck -- back in the woods surely, two feminine bottoms bent over the fallen tree. Jen -- male Jen -- swapping from one to the other. And if he had chosen to walk the girls, hands tied behind backs, surely, he would have wanted them sucking him in turn as he sat there on the stile with rearing penis?

Pete and I looked from side to side and back into the wood and then looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders before our eyes were drawn back to Jen's working fingers. So sexual. Would she work us there by the stile? Was part of the pleasure for her in we being unable to stroke our own penises? Both so hard, so aroused, but with our hands tied we could not wank. Cocks there before her for her to see and, maybe, admire. We could have taken it in turns to push our penises into the other's hands tied behind his back and watched for Jen whilst fondling each other's cocks with our fingers -- relieving the tension - but we weren't going to do that!

Jen licked her fingers and giggled as our cocks twitched up and down in excitement. "I suppose I could let you touch me just a bit but not with those big cocks, however easily they would slip in -- and wouldn't they just! And your hands are all tied... I suppose there are your lips. Have you ever sucked each other?"

A rather violent negative from Pete and me. An outraged reply!

"Silly boys, they do look awfully suckable. Lovely big plum heads to get lips around. Big in the mouth and, no doubt, really creamy." A giggle from her, Jen's tongue across her lips. "Surely you couldn't resist. I'm having trouble."

In a way, I'm surprised Pete and I didn't just spurt there and then! The excitement to hear such words from Jen's lips.

"Where would you like to touch me with your lips, Pete, my hand?"

She held it out and he bent and kissed it like a scene from an old film. The lady of the house holding out her hand to be kissed, or some Arthurian film with a knight kissing Guinevere's hand. Only a knight would be dressed in armour with a tunic over - not stark naked; and would not have had his 'sword' raised like that!

"Just my hand?" So obviously an invitation to touch lips to breast -- to nipple.

I watched spellbound as my friend lowered his head to Jen's bosom and saw his lips open over her right nipple. Fuck -- was I going to be allowed to do that too? I forgot to look up and down the track and into the wood for quite a while. What was Pete doing, was he sucking, was his tongue rolling over the hard teat? All I could see was his face pressed to her boob. Jen's head went back, and her fingers stroked and plunged between her open legs -- I could see that!

After a while Jen gently pulled him upwards from her nipple. "Did you like that, Pete?"

Did he nod! And then she touched her fingers to his lips -- the fingers that had been touching herself, fingers that had been trailing between her sexual lips, fingers that had pushed into her body, fingers, indeed, that were wet from her sex. My eyes grew rounder as I saw him suck upon those fingers, drawing them into his mouth. He was tasting her!

I swallowed, and then remembered my look out duties. A quick glance up and down the wood. No one there. And no one coming through the wood. To be caught like that would be... awful, but the excitement, the sexual excitement of what I was seeing. Was my cock hard! And unsurprisingly, so was Pete's. Jen giggled, looking over at me, as she pushed her bunched fingers in and out of Pete's mouth -- yeah, like a cock in a mouth or vagina. She was playing us -- playing with us -- and so enjoying it.

"Did you like that, Pete?" Her question again, and again the enthusiastic nodding. He was like an eager puppy in her hands, eager to please. Would I be any different? "Would you like a bit more of a taste?"

She wasn't suggesting -- surely? But she was. Her hand on Pete's head, pushing him downwards and towards what was at the join of her splayed thighs, pulling up her dress. I just stared as Pete's mouth clearly made contact and Jen's head went back and she shivered. It was obviously nice -- very nice -- for her. And as for Pete... what a thing to be doing. I could see nothing of that, just Pete's bottom sticking out. Rather, er, dramatically. I had now, how shall I put it, seen everything about him!

I watched Jen's face, enjoying her reaction to the cunnilingus, the twitching of muscles, the half-opened mouth with stroking tongue, the widening and closing of eyes. A woman in the throes of sexual pleasure indeed. Lovely to watch. And Jen's eyes were fixed on me, particularly I could see, upon my erect cock. She made that wanking gesture at me, you know, the thumb and forefinger tips together forming a circle and then bringing the hand up and down. She wanted me to wank for her.

But I could not. My hands were tied -- as she well knew, tied with her bra. And did I want to wank! I stepped forward hoping she would do that and then remembered my look out duties. A glance left and right and into the wood. It was still just the three of us, me just looking as Pete pleasured her with his mouth. Two puppy dogs -- or two woodmen -- doing what she bid.

Another look along the paths, raising my eyes from Jen, looking behind her and then left and lastly right. In the distance movement.

"There's somebody coming, a man, no two men and a dog -- dogs."

"Oh," sighed Jen, "what a shame. I suppose we'd better disappear into the wood." Jen raised herself up, and off Pete. Pete straightening and looking worriedly down the path to the distant figures. His face rather wet! His penis rigid.

"Nuisance, I was so close. Come on boys, follow me. Careful you don't get those things caught in the stile. They do stick out rather a lot, don't they?" She reached out as soon as we were over the stile.

"Or should we stay?" she said. "Do you think the men might like to see you both cum -- your cocks shooting. It is rather nice to see. Some men like seeing that. I'm certainly going to enjoy seeing." For a few moments she didn't move -- apart from her hands -- as, no doubt, the men and the dogs walked closer. Was it a 'set up' and would it prove to be Mike and a friend? Might it, all of a sudden, be four erections there in the wood by the stile?

Seemingly not. Again, we were pulled along back through the trees by our cocks. The leaves soon hiding us from the perhaps inquisitive eyes of the dog walkers.

"I hope I can find the way back."

So did we. It was not Jen who was in trouble if not. She had her dress, shoes and, indeed, her underwear even if it was binding both Pete and my wrists. We had absolutely nothing. All our things left somewhere in the wood. We could spend hours trying to find our clothes. Naked woodmen in trouble. Pete and I were so in her hands -- literally -- helpless woodmen doing the bidding of this lovely mature, apparently pregnant woman.

But her knowledge of the wood seemed fine. Had Jen not said she had sat on the stile before a few times? The walk from fallen tree to stile perhaps a familiar one. Did she normally make it without knickers, leaving them perhaps waiting on the fallen tree? It was a nice idea.