Woods Workings

Sleeping in on a beautiful weekend morning, coffee was the logical choice to help us clear the cloudiness and cobwebs filling our heads the morning following a late night into early morning concert experience. Always fun enjoying live music, but it was becoming ever more difficult to recover from the partying included as part of the fun package. Now it nearly guaranteed that the possibility of post-concert frenzied sexual adventures was virtually nil. These days the skin-to-skin fun had to be postponed until we refreshed our bodies with some sleep followed by strong coffee and breakfast.

I'm Walden and my partner's name is Jeannie. We've been together now close to 15 years. We "found" each other when we were both single for a few years following long-term, conventional relationships. I had been married for 22 years then single for around 5 years, while Jeannie had lived with her partner for a little over 8 years when that relationship was mutually ended due to incompatibilities they couldn't resolve.

When we came across one another, neither Jeannie nor myself was looking for any new or permanent relationship. We knew what we liked and knew we could find it in just enough measure to satisfy our sexual needs. Not the most exciting or stable way to scratch our sexual itches, as we both experienced our share of some much less than satisfying encounters, some of which were a bit frightening or dangerous. The scintillation of hooking up with relative strangers was tempered by the need to also guard against situations that could leave either of us exploited or hurt in some way. As much as it felt good to throw caution to the wind, that wind held the potential to begin as a sexy breeze suddenly morphing into a Category 5 hurricane. Measured caution was the key to navigating through our chosen life path.

Near misses in pursuing gratification ranging from women in relationships, women still pursued by exes, women who turned out to not be women, women with alcohol and/or drug addictions, women who were seeking revenge against all men, women who found me to be too sexual, women who were seeking father figures, women who just wanted to talk, etc. left me wanting for an answer to how to find someone with whom I was more fully compatible in a non-committed relationship. (Whew! That's one long sentence!)

I figured you could find just about anything on the internet, so I began searching for a forum that had some dialogue about how to consistently find more compatible hook-ups. I guess for many people a hook-up is supposed to be a physical thing. I had always needed more of a connection, more mind-melding to enhance the hook-up. In the back of my mind I liked the idea of always having the potential of a repeat performances, great hook-ups to be duplicated or expanded upon. So I sought out and found a forum that worked for me and lead me to Jeannie.

Named "The Satisfied Life Experience" (SLE), the forum was a revelation. When I saw it in my Google search results, I figured it was some new age or religious site. I dug a little deeper discovering that it was more about how people realized satisfaction through intimacy. There were several categories of discussions within the forum with seemingly hundreds of different topics touching on the different ways all sorts of people experienced intimacy or wanted to experience it. Nothing was taboo or inappropriate. It was just people sharing with people. I found a forum titled "One Night Stands +" and dived in.

A post by a person going by the name "Scarlett" posing a question about how someone could feel a deeper connection with someone that was presumed to be just a hook-up. There was quite a bit of commentary pointing out that one-night stands by virtue of the term aren't intended to bring about deep connections. Scarlett countered by saying that even in a presumed one-night stand, a person never knew whether or not that hook-up could be so good that it became much more.

Being a romantic, I agreed with Scarlett. Finding fuck partners was an enjoyable pastime, very easy to work a life schedule around, then experiencing the thrill of heated, no-strings sex was the cherry on top. The problem was for me that when I needed some other intimacy as a complement to the physical, the one-night stand left me wanting. There was some void left that I knew I needed to fill with a more complete physical, emotional, and intellectual intimacy. As we first exchanged post comments, then IMs, we began to find a commonality in our thoughts, both in sexual desires and in how we wanted to fully live our lives, that soon lead to exchanging phone numbers and email addresses.

We shared about our sexual pasts and how we wanted our sexuality to continue to be a focal point in our lives. We exchanged dirty pics, clean pics, fantasies, dreams, goals, etc. with the beauty being that we didn't need to withhold any thoughts. Nothing was off limits if we felt it would bring us pleasure and the closest intimacy possible. It was the beginning of us both knowing that, despite our imperfections, we were perfect for each other.

Living across the country from one another, we spent the time until we could physically be together with as much phone sex, as many graphic pictures, as many sexy emails and voice mails as possible. After several months, we finally met and our first physical sex together was incredible and equally incredible was how close, how intimate finally getting together made us feel.

Looping back to the beginning of this tale about Jeannie and Walden, on that Saturday morning, after coffee, eggs, and bagels, there was some brush I needed to get cleaned up in the small portion of forest at the back end of our yard. Storms had come through the previous weekend taking down a couple old tree's branches, with another threatening to fall on our fence.

I headed out wearing hiking boots and mid-weight shorts along with a long-sleeve t-shirt to assess how best to clear out the mess. I managed to wrangle the partially fallen limb away from damaging the fence, then piled up the remnants of the other branches into a semi-neat pile. I'd been keeping myself well hydrated with a water bottle. Despite all the sweat that I'd generated, the urge to void myself hit me.

The vegetation afforded privacy from any neighboring eyes, though I also figured if they wanted to see me they were welcome, so I stepped a bit further into the wooded area to relieve myself. I finished up and felt the sun streaming through the leaves on my exposed cock. It felt so very good, arousing me. I moved away to where a large branch lay, sat on the branch, removed my boots, then lifted my ass to slide my shorts down. The sun on my exposed cock and balls felt amazing.

I began stroking my quickly hardening dick enjoying the warmth of the sun coupled with a very slight air drift. Eyes closed, I was into and enjoying this interlude thoroughly, when I heard what sounded to be movement to my left. Turning my head, there stood beautiful Jeannie, her shorts also done, rubbing her pussy through her panties.

I asked her to join me on the large branch, where we could continue our mutual pleasure. Coming to me, she removed her panties then stood directly in front of me continuing to rub. She slowly thrust her hips to me, then put her soaking fingers in my mouth. Her taste, superb as ever, while also enabling me to smell her scent made me stroke ever harder.

Jeannie then sat next to me now sliding her fingers inside her pussy as I jerked off. Jeannie told me how she loves watching me and always loves seeing my cock, then said, "Cum for me, baby and I'll cum for you". Within little time we were both loudly vocalizing about the extremely pleasurable orgasms we'd shared. We made out with our juices dripping, and wondered what the rest of the day had in store.

That's just a snapshot. There's so much more to tell about our many explorations of intimacy. Hope you found something to enjoy and that we've left you wanting more. Be sure to tell us.