He woke to feel of the bed shifting as she got out of it, then heard the bedroom door open and close. The room still felt cool, though the sun was shining brightly through the windows. He heard her footsteps downstairs, and then the bang of the screen door. Curious, he got up and looked out the window. He caught a glimpse of her as she walked across the yard, her white nightgown gently blowing in the breeze. He smiled to himself as he realized she was headed towards the clearing in the woods behind the house, the one with the stream flowing through one corner. He decided to follow.
She walked across the meadow, luxuriating in the feel of the soft grass underfoot. She wasn't exactly sure why she was out here, but just felt restless. She sat in the clearing, then lay down, reveling in the feel of the sun against her skin. A light breeze blew through the clearing and her nipples tightened.
She smiled to herself, her hands absently caressing her breasts through the thin fabric of her gown, as she remembered how good his hands felt, the way he knew just how tightly to pinch her nipples and squeeze the full mounds of her breasts. She felt a tingle down deep, became aware of the burgeoning dampness in her folds. Smiling, she realized that perhaps last night's romp had just piqued her appetite instead of sating it.
He grinned, as he watched her through the trees. He recognized that look on her face, and knew that the way her back was arched, and her legs were tightened meant that her pussy was likely wet by now. He felt himself begin to harden at the thought- at the memory of last night- how tight and wet she felt, as he had plunged into her. He watched her hands cup and massage her breasts, saw her twist and pinch her nipples, and heard her soft moans. How far would she go, out here in the woods? Though it was secluded, there was a hiking path not too far from here, and it was mid-morning, a popular time for hikers.
She knew this was ridiculous. She had left him in bed, asleep, and she knew he would love to be awoken to the feel of her mouth on his hardness. The woods were secluded, but there was a hiking trail not too far away. But it was not yet the height of the season for hikers. And, the warmth of the sun, the light breeze... and the feel of her hands felt so good. Screw it she thought- then smiled at the pun... that's exactly what she wanted- a good screw.
She sat up and pulled her nightgown over her head, feeling a quick thrill of excitement at her own boldness. In for a penny, in for a pound- as her mother used to say; although she was quite sure her mother never had this situation in mind. She lay back on the grass, and smoothed her hands down her body, gently caressing her breasts, then her stomach, then softly flicking a finger over her clit. She moaned in pleasure at the sensation, feeling her folds slick with the juices of her arousal. She lightly teased and stroked her folds, slipping one finger into the tight warmth of her core as the fingers of her other hand played with her clit. She splayed her legs wider, her toes arching as she felt the tension build.
He was stroking himself, his dick hard in his hand, his balls heavy as he looked at her lying there. He couldn't believe that she had just stripped off her nightgown, was shocked by the abandon he saw in her eyes. He knew she had an adventurous streak, but he felt himself getting unbelievably hard, seeing her pleasure herself out in the open field.
He felt the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his shaft, and stroked himself harder, as he saw her finger slip inside her- remembering the feel of himself buried to the hilt inside her tight sheath. He watched her work her other hand over her clit, saw her fingering herself faster, and then saw her back arch and her toes curl. He heard her soft gasps of pleasure, watched her nipples tighten and pucker and knew she was on the verge of coming.
