I awoke early, long before the alarm and still bright and cheerful. I threw the sheet back and sat up. There was a damp mark on the bottom sheet and I smiled inwardly at the memory of its cause and reminded myself that, if everything went according to plan, the marital bedlinen would be in a much worse state the following morning.
Remaining naked I headed for the kitchen, it felt so liberalising being naked and I resolved to do it as often as possible, but not while Bernard was home. I didn't want to be interrupted by the radio so hummed along to the radio in my head, which always played all my favourite tunes as I set about making a breakfast of tea, toast and marmalade. The something would have to wait until 10:30. I did a sweep of the house checking that all was as it should be then cleaned the windows to the conservatory, inside and out and naked. That felt so naughty and good.
Once satisfied I went through the connecting door to the double garage, tidied and vacuumed my little Jazz then used Bernard's waterless car wash on the outside. I'd earned a cup of tea and it was still only 8 o'clock. Up in the attic I dug out the F&M wicker picnic basket then took it into the garden and cleaned it up. It went in the boot of the Jazz and I went upstairs for a bath and a trim.
At 10:25 I pulled up outside Toni's block of flats. He was ready for me, naked! My dress was off before we reached the bedroom door. We fucked to Toni's completion, an hour or so, and with my pussy full of his spunk we shopped for food and drink for our picnic. As we walked around the supermarket I could feel his spunk leaking onto my legs. Back at the car he lifted my dress and I sat on two pieces of kitchen roll to save my seat and my dress.
It was a beautiful day and had we headed for the beach we would have spent all day sitting in a traffic jam. Toni, being born and bred local, directed me out into the country and a lay-by next to a five bar gate. We followed the public footpath through the woods before veering off down a side track until we reached a small clearing. We rolled out our picnic rug in the shade of a large beech tree. It was perfectly still, the silence broken only by the sound of birds. Toni helped me remove my dress and I helped with his shorts and shirt then we made soft and tender love.
Then we fucked! He had to put his hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds of my joy. Outdoors, warm sunshine, naked and fucking my lover! I defy any woman to remain quiet! We laid, cuddled together and listened to the sounds of nature and made love again. After the picnic lunch we threw the rug over the hamper and our clothes and went for a stroll, hand in hand through the woods. Toni said that in all the years he had been coming to these woods he had never seen anybody else off the well used path. At one point we stood a little back from the edge of the trees and watched a party of ramblers walk past and ten minutes later, when a party of four marched past as if on a route march, he finger-fucked me hard, daring me to cry out as I orgasmed.
We returned to the picnic site, finished the food and reluctantly prepared to leave. Toni helped me with my dress and I passed him the trousers and shirt from the shopping bag.
On Thursday, I reflected as we walked back to the car, I had gone to the building society to bank the FIT cheque where I met a man. Since then I had spent two nights in his bed, made soft, wonderful love, learned to fuck, had discovered that hard sex turned me on and I'd just spent close to five hours naked in a wood having sex with the most wonderfully man on the planet! What more could a girl want?
I hadn't realised how much I had learned just by reading stories on the internet. Thank you internet.
