I park my car along the wooded edge of a small layby. We get out and make our way a few yards in the light of the head lamps through the gap in the gate. The headlamps go out after a delay, leaving only the light of the moon to guide us as we walk along the road lined on both sides with towering hardwood trees. The walk is only a few minutes, but the anticipation has my mind believing it is much longer. The cold, pre-dawn air stings the skin mildly, but does nothing to inhibit my growing erection.
We make a turn onto a narrower path and quickly, in the darkness, come to a fork and go to the right. We reach the small, inclined boardwalk which is quite slippery. A few more careful steps and we reach the wooden bird blind on the edge of the marsh. The blind covers three sides of the platform, while the fourth side features a railing with a built-in wooden bench. I watch you as you walk over to one of the viewing slots which is slightly too high for you. You stand on your toe tips to reach the proper height. I laugh to myself as you perform this little charade of looking out over the marsh. I know what you really want.
I close the few feet between us and press my half-erection against your butt causing you to sigh. At first holding your hips, but then slipping my cold hands under your many layers of clothes and running them up your sides until they get to your tits. I manhandle them roughly, pinching the ample, hardened nipples. I fondle them for a minute, but that's not why I'm here.
I pull my hands out of your clothes and grab your wrists. I guide your hands to the blind so that they are flat against its face, like a cop would a suspect needing to be searched. I lower myself to my knees and pull down your sweatpants, revealing the brown globes of your ass cheeks. I give each side a gentle peck of a kiss and then reach up to put pressure on your upper back, causing you to bend over.
I palm each cheek and spread them so the moonlight can illuminate your magnificent crotch. I pry them apart even wider so that your pussy opens enough for me to get a glimpse of the pink flesh inside. Beautiful, but not my immediate target. My gaze rises to your puckered, brown little asshole. I love looking at it. I move my face very close and place my nose at the smallest possible distance without touching it and breathe deeply, enjoying the faint aroma from the production of the sweat glands particular to buttholes. I purse my lips and press a very gentle kiss fully onto the crinkled flesh.