It's a beautiful, warm English summer afternoon. We are strolling through the woods, just Donny and I.
We have had a pub lunch and a couple of drinks and everything is slightly fuzzy and sparkly, but we aren't drunk.
We're holding hands and just enjoying nature, I lead Donny off the main track and suggest we do a little exploring.
"I'm sure there is a stream down here that would be pretty and not full of ramblers." I suggest.
We meander further along the path and as soon as we get away from the more populated areas I see a look in Donny's eyes that I recognise with glee!
Donny spies a big Oak tree and directs me around to the side furthest from the path.
The second we are out of full sight he tenderly pushes me against the wide trunk of the tree, bends down and starts kissing me.
He begins gently, then doesn't take long to show his intent. I join in, kissing him back and running my hands all over him, inside his shirt and shorts.
He starts to undo the top of my strappy dress, then gets frustrated and just pulls it down.
My arms are trapped, but my breasts are fully exposed, he gathers them up in his hands and pushes them together so that he can get both nipples and loads of me in his mouth.