Really guys, did you have to go 1 set all? Aff5 was at friends watching the Wimbledon final and although he was toying with bailing out to see me, we decided to delay and somehow meet up after that finished. We’d only conjured that morning the possibility of us meeting up after the final. The tennis was good, but with excitement brewing inside me the longer the game the later my catch-up. As a result I rapidly became an instant Djokovic supporter as he pulled away to take the lead and go on to win! So Aff5 & I met early evening near my local pub. Despite the rain, I was in the same gear as I’d been in all day – flip flops, a denim mini skirt, dark green t-shirt top and a fleece… I literally had escaped out of the house, on quite a dodgy premise of having a quick catch-up drink with a friend. It was the first time since our initial meeting that I’d turned up to meet Aff5 actually wearing a bra…

He saw me drive past and was soon walking over to my car…. “No not here…!!” I quickly exclaimed. So after a brief skim touch “Hi” I scooped my “loot” out of my car boot which I’d surreptitiously been adding to over the course of the afternoon… some wellies, warm long stripy socks, a cagoule, a rug, a hat and a rucksac, and some chocolate raisins and went over and let myself into the passenger seat of his car. He leant over and kissed me and quickly sussed that I had knickers on. Hmmm a no-no…

“Take your knickers off!”… “No, I don’t need to…”… With determination he persisted and said “Eve, just take your knickers off, or I will!”. “No…” I responded, “I need to think” I said. “You over-think… just take your knickers off!” he exclaimed. I looked up and into his eyes, paused and defiantly and firmly said “No!” … The inner me was whooping “go girl!!” A few moments later he started the car and we drove off… complete with my knickers, err umm rolled up into a tight ball in the door bin. Bugger 😉

We decided to head for our “on top of the hill” spot again, which is in fairly remote open countryside and where we both had our first outdoor fuck together this year. As the hedgerows whizzed past us, I turned and said “Hi” to his dog, Fox, in the rear seat. A major cutie there! Nearing the top of the hill and just before the carpark, my Aff undid his trousers and reached for my hand and led me inside his jeans (no pants) and rested my hand on his warm naked throbbing cock. Aww that just was a gorgeous feeling… The energy… The pulses.

I remember parking up, with the view of the sleepy valley below which stretched out beyond us. Unusually there was a campervan in the carpark too, off to our left… and then… Omg… What happened next? Where did my head go?… He’d taken me from somewhere to 200mph in what seemed nano-seconds. I recall sprawling in his passenger seat with my legs splayed wide, my head back and I’m just going off on one… my torso lifting responsively from the seat and shaking uncontrollably… I notice I’ve still got the seat belt round me restraining me… but am sexually exploding under his touch. He somehow in all this undoes my bra and dives onto my right breast, his hand continuing to massage and tease my pussy, my clitoris, driving my body into such impetuously uncontrollable rampant submission…. The pressure exchanges on my mound, his fingers dancing… his touch in turn responding to what he was sensing… The lure I was under and the reactive instinctiveness of my body… I couldn’t tell whether I was inadvertently lowering the steamed up car window as my legs flayed, or he was… Either way… I was struggling to think… had some vague distant sense of the campervan in direct line of sight to our left, but I shut my eyes… I could feel the fresh breezes and drizzle on me… I was loud and in full orgasm…. Totally enraptured… totally gone… His lips on my pussy, on my torso, my breasts, his fingers playing me, playing my sex & playing my arse… I came round slightly at that point and in my head I had the phrase “Are you up my bottom?” which in stilted barely coherent words I tried to convey and utter to him … he just had a huge smirk on his face and exclaimed… “You know I’m up your bottom and you love it!”… I hid in his shoulder… There is a naturally instinctive raw wild side and also a shy side to me… In some ways a strange mix!

His car isn’t great for fucking in, so we decided to go and find a spot on the hillside. With my bra now off and in my bag, I pulled on my long warm stripy socks, wellies, cagoule and quickly nabbed my hat to keep the rain off – I was meant to be out at a friends not washing my hair! He picked up the rug, and put my bag in his car boot. I was a bit flustered trying to think as he was hurrying me to get going as he was stood outside in the rain. We walked up the track in close contact, with my left hand trying to keep my hat on to keep my hair dry. His left hand however was soon wandering up my skirt and over my naked bottom. We went over a stile and then dithered and decided that the other side of the track might’ve been better. I went to climb back over the stile again which was like a red rag to a bull as he played with me whilst I was stood there straddled over the stile. Omg… I did make it off the stile and then realising there were sheep in the field opposite (not good with a dog), we walked back down the track back towards his car and the campervan. Him determined to thwart my attempts at holding my skirt down and being semi-decent, my skirt proceeded to ride up under his touch exposing my bottom. He also got his cock out of his jeans for me to hold… and says “I bet you’ve never walked a cock down the road before have you?” … I cracked up laughing… “No!” We must’ve looked a sight going past the campervan once again, the two of us in the rain with a dog bounding about us. A lass in a cagoule that didn’t really cover her naked rear, wearing a hat, long stripy socks and wellies and a guy with his large cock hanging out of his jeans that was being held by said girl! We were both smiling and laughing as we walked on and veered off into a field to our right and made our way down towards a clearing under some trees. We stopped and I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, relishing the contact… consciously and wonderfully noticing the contrasting cool wetness of the atmosphere around us and the warm wetness inside my mouth… I continued to enjoy playing with and exploring his cock. His shaft was slightly softer initially too. I could press my tongue against his shaft and it yielded more at first and was more impressionable before firming up, responding and matching my applied pressures. The various contrasts so beautiful… an idyllic moment in time… nature’s raw elements…

After a while we got ourselves a bit “sorted” and laid the rug out, he lay down and needing no encouragement I swiftly climbed on top of him and basically shagged and shagged him… Trying to hide us both under my cagoule, the raindrops rolling off onto him, the rug soaked, us laughing and fucking… It’s fair to say that Fox is used to being around his master fucking women(!!)… but instead of roaming around picking up and chewing sticks this time he had an expression mixed between “Really?… How much longer am I going to be sat here in the rain guys?!!” and “Can I get away with joining in with the occasional slobbery kiss too?!” Oh he is so gorgeous! They both are :-). My skirt was hoicked entirely up under my cagoule keeping dry… my cagoule was open at the front, my breasts hanging free to the elements and Aff5 beneath me, and my totally exposed bottom being pummelled by him too… rain pouring down on it, down my legs, down on us both… His wet face smiling up at me, his hair in wet clumps clinging to his forehead. He then moved and positioned himself behind me and fucked me doggy style… Loved it… the dampness surrounding us… feeling the wet ground beneath my fingers, squishing the soft ground and mud with my hands, feeling twigs, long grasses, noticing the wet mossy bark of trees around us, the rain drops… and this hard warm energised cock buried deep within my body and moving… a gorgeously mesmerising, captivating back and forth rhythm as he fucked me… rain down my face… hair totally soaked… the shining wet leaves and grass all about us… and in amongst all of this an urgent thread of pure lustful carnal connection as we beautifully fucked… So earthy and natural. So strikingly atmospheric. He withdrew and removed the condom and came yet again… part in my mouth, part down my top, part over the rug… He kissed and tasted his cum on my lips, then noticed the white blob on my dark green top and was straight there licking and retrieving his spunk off that too… I just cracked up laughing… so barmy and funny and just a fantastic moment in time…!

We decided that we had better head back… we were both soaked, but happy. There were mozzies about, so I had a few more bites added to my legs. We got back to the car, he opened his boot and asked “Are these your jeans?” … “Nope” (It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d worn my clothes in public) … So he stripped off his wet jeans and replaced them. Another nice “view” and experience for the folk in the campervan! My skirt as it was acting more like a belt had remained relatively dry… however, my top was damp in places and my hair donning a wet tousled “you’ve been through a hedge” look. We decided to go to a pub and dry off. I couldn’t go home looking like I did… wet dishevelled hair and a totally fucked glow.

I was putting my knickers on, part habit and part me clutching to some decorum?!… Really Eve? Isn’t it a bit late for that?!! He didn’t want them adorned, infact he laughed. So they only got half way and swiftly came off again.

It wasn’t my local local, but one that does really good food. I managed to find a comb in my bag before we got there, and let my hair dry in the pub. He wanted me to be beside him with no underwear… and we ate… food this time, not each other! We actually chatted! Perhaps fortunate in hindsight I did put my knickers in the door bin as they remained relatively dry. Just before leaving the pub I nipped to the toilets and reacquainted my body with my bra and knickers. Aff5 dropped me back to my car, we parted over a few kisses and chocolate raisins, and I headed home. My fleece although damp, luckily didn’t look wet. Thankfully I walked into a family discussion about something between my husband and my youngest, which neatly diverted attention from how my evening had gone. I smiled, was calm and had a happy glow inside. I miraculously managed to move the wet gear from my car boot to the garage unseen too. The rug was literally dripping puddles on the floor!

I settled in for the rest of the evening with my family, feeling alive inside, calm and mellow too. Smiling. Blimey… I loved our evocative erotic if somewhat barmy and hilarious encounter..!!

WA exchanges with Aff5 since this encounter:-

>>Me to Aff5

I’ve sent you my recall on email…

>>Aff5 to Me

Just read the attachment, I think it’s the horniest yet. I am hard and want to fuck you now. You missed that I played with your pussy in the pub and the barman kept on coming over. Love kissing you with my cum on our lips J That is a great retelling, so sexy. Thank you

>>Me to Aff5

What? You just held my knee and leg in the pub didn’t you? Please don’t tell me I was too far out of it to notice that you were playing with my pussy in the pub…? :-O I know I was in a very very mellow place and my recall memory has it as another hazy area. I also know and remember the barman kept coming over, and also asked if we were local. Thankfully you answered him, but I wonder if he was suspicious of me?!

>>Aff5 to me

Yes every now and then a finger would stray across your lips and clitoris, hovering on the edge. Made me horny and I was hoping to fuck you again x

>>Me to Aff5

OMG I don’t remember that… How switched off were my warning bell sensors?!!! I do remember you holding my knee… and my leg… Was my pussy actually exposed in the pub??

>>Aff5 to me

Pussy not exactly exposed but accessible to me… Subtly

>> Me to “myself”…

Hmmm think I’ll leave this here… I’ve still a hint of disbelief inside me that I can’t recall that, … and coupled with our interpretations of “subtle” which could well be different!… I think I’ll be avoiding that pub for a bit – oops!!