‘Come on then, my lover, I’ll race you to the top. Last there cooks dinner tonight.’
‘Didn’t think you could cook.’
‘I can’t.’ She’d laughed back at me as she headed off in the wrong direction. ‘Loser has to cook; winner has to clean his plate. If you’ve got any sense you’ll make sure you lose.’
I’d let her go while I’d rummaged in the boot box for some chocolate and scarves. It’d be cold later and she was going the wrong way anyway, struggling up the steep path leading directly to the top like all the first time visitors do. Takes time to learn to follow the regular visitors and find the delightful walk around the side of the hill with its easier gradients, better views, wonderful sunsets and a small wooded area I thought might suit my needs.
‘See you later then’ I’d called and set off along the path that leads round the side of the main hill. It would lead on to the next village eventually, and a good pub, after winding through more woods that formed a ring around the top of the smaller hill off to the western side of the main hill. I wasn’t into punishment myself, well not punishing myself. Never saw the point of walking up a hill if you could drive up a bigger one. This gentler walk was still a steady climb but we wouldn’t have to resort to scrambling on hands and knees up wet and often muddy paths. It had been one of my thinking places. I’d never thought of this though!
She was huffing and puffing by the time she caught up. Like I’d said, it wasn’t steep, just a steady dragging incline that seemed to sap away your breath making you stop to look at the view of tiny houses and little cars in tiny, winding lanes. She moaned breathlessly about ‘cheats never prosper’ as she overtook me.
‘You set off just to get a head start, that’s naughty.’
‘So if you can - catch me you’ll - have to - spank me’ and she increased her pace and I’d knew she was rapidly running out of steam. Another fifty yards and she was bent over, hands on knees, huffing and puffing. I’d pushed on past her, unwrapping a chocolate bar just to wind her up. She was only a few paces behind as I’d reached the bench, thankfully empty. It was tucked thoughtfully between bushes to be out of the wind and with a view far out to the west. A thinking place popular with all but not a place I’d ever wanted to share. Many times I’d had to trudge on upwards, munching chocolate, puffing for breath, hoping it would be empty when I came back.
Petra arrived, standing square in front of me.
‘Pig.’
I’d assumed she meant me, offered her what was left of the bar. She grabbed it and sat down with a thump as far from me as she could get. I’d taken another bar from my pocket and began to unwrap it, gazing out across the patchwork of fields and hedgerows.
‘I hate pigs’ she declared.
‘Swap?’ I’d offered her my bar untouched.
She tried to stay grumpy as she reached out.
‘Pax?’ I’d asked, smiling.
She nodded, biting off a mouthful of my toffee and nut chocolate bar before she offered me my own bar back again.
I’d accepted it. ‘I might even let you off being naughty if you want me to.’
Three nods as she chewed busily.
‘You have no idea how good this is. I’d forgotten.’ She’d moved a little closer, closer again.
‘Pax’ she said and leant against me making me put an arm around her and snuggle her in close.
‘I’m seriously unfit’ she declared around another mouthful of chocolate.
‘You’ve had a busy day’ I’d laughed at her. ‘How’s your bum.’
‘Gorgeous. You told me so’ she’d laughed back then gone suddenly serious: ‘Graham, you are lovely.’
‘And you’, I’d smiled, ‘are Gorgeous’ and I’d pulled her to me and kissed her hard, tasting her chocolate and looking down at her face, eyes closed and quietly, comfortably returning my kiss with her chocolaty tongue and making me kiss her harder until her hand slid over my thigh, feeling for JT and I’d knew I’d have to find somewhere quiet where I could - . What would she like? Outdoor sex? Too bloody cold! For me any way. Perhaps - .
‘What?’ she asked.
‘What what?’
‘What are you thinking?’
‘How lucky I am all of a sudden.’ Save the truth for later.
‘Me too. This time friday I was being sent home on a plane and I knew there wasn’t any home. Now I’m happier than I ever, ever was in my whole life.’ Her hand stroked the planks of the seat back, lingered on the brass plate.

“IN MEMORY OF”
“Arthur “
“HIS FAVOURITE PLACE”

‘Hope he was lucky too. Everyone should be happy sometime in their lives.’
‘Amen to that.’ A chill seemed to have settled on us. I dragged her up to her feet ‘Come on. Miles to go yet.’

I hold his hand as we set off, swinging his arm to shake away the thoughts of death and sorry, they had no place here with us. Mary’s warning to be careful with him jumped into my mind. I wasn’t going to hurt him, not in anyway would I ever hurt him. He’s so lovely.
He leads me now, by the hand, reluctant to let go of me except where the path is too narrow. We’re going into woods, out of the chill wind, quieter, even with the shushing in the treetops. The path turns, dips towards a quiet area, wooded, a little valley where the path gets muddier, slippery. There’s a little stream and he turns, folds me into him.
‘Nature’s church’ he breathes into my hair and meets my lips as I look up at him. We seal our lives together with our kiss, in this place. Nature’s church. We don’t speak for ages, even when he slips on the stepping stones and we both laugh and we just hold hands again and walk on, his boot squelching gently, our thoughts smiling, my heart pumping steadily while my spirits soar high above the trees and twist and turn in the clouds and the sunshine above us. We come out into a little clearing and he stops, looks around, listens.
‘Listen. Nothing but the birds and the bees’ he says simply.
The expression on his face makes me think, ‘Oh no. Now what?’ Never mind. I don’t care. Anything. To use as he wishes. I love it – . Love it. Love him?
‘And me and you and the soft grass.’ He’s smiling at me again, making me nervous.
‘Graham. It’s too cold. We’ll freeze!’
‘Not me’ he smiles. ‘I wouldn’t dream of getting undressed out here.’
My nipples went scrunch and my sex gave a little shiver of anticipation. Oh Shit. I know I’ll do what ever he says. He just stands there, smiling at me, waiting. I look around half hoping some one will appear on the path and I can - . But I don’t want to, do want to. You know what I mean. I love it so I take a few steps up a leafy bank towards a tree and a couple of bushes. I can hide then if anyone comes. With my back to him I unzip the jacket and slip it off my shoulders and take a step forward leaving it in a crumpled heap on the ground. My nipples tingle and itch. My arms cross in front of me, my fingers grip the bottom edge of the big jumper. One sweep and it’s off. I let it fall on top of the jacket. Just my own thin jumper then it’s me underneath. Will I have to go naked? I hold my breasts briefly; prepare them for being naked in the cold outdoors. Susie is in my mind. She loved me naked outdoors. She was always daring me, teasing me. ‘Go on,’ she’d say. ‘Just to the next bend, I’ll bring your clothes.’ Sometimes she did, sometimes she’d run off in the other direction knowing there were people nearby and I’d have to hide up until they’d gone past.
A swish up again and the air is not as cold on my body as I expected. The thought of Susie must have warmed me, prepared me. I turn a little as I toss the thin jumper onto the little pile and briefly I watch his eyes flick to my breasts as they swing with the throw. Quickly I make my fingers release my waist band, unzip the jeans, push the waist down with a wriggle of my hips to get them down to my knees. Just my knickers.
‘I’m not taking my jeans right off when anyone might come along’ I told him. Didn’t I tell him: - No-one else involved.
‘Knickers down then at least’ he answers me. With a glance to the sky and facing my tree I hook my thumbs in the waistband and slip them down teasingly over my hips. I know he wants me to bend and push then down into my jeans but I leave them; the elastic stretched just below my bum; the gusset is glued to me again, stuck in my crutch. It’s doing it’s best to keep my pussy protected from the chill air. I move to present and I wait. I know I won’t be waiting for long.

‘Turn around.’ It’s a request more than an order but I don’t care. I turn, watching his face; watching his eyes move across my body. He still can’t believe it, can’t believe I’m his! I wish I felt as pretty as his eyes say I am. He looks blown away just because I’m topless and I haven’t even got big tits. I let my arms down and push my knickers down a little more so he can see how they’re glued into my sex. They stay stuck in my crutch like I wanted them too and I move into Comfy, wait. Quick, Graham, its fucking cold out here. Fucking do something, it’s fucking freezing. Pillock.
‘My knickers are stuck again. Please help me kind Sir.’
He clambers up to me, standing a little below me his hand reaches out and his fingers go straight into my crutch, teasing my lips apart, feeling for my button. I feel a cold breeze chill in my wetness. I’m soaked again. Such a tart! Ahh. He’s trying to get into me. Mustn’t moan like that. Makes him worse. Look! He’s standing back again, he knows I’ll stand here as long as he likes. I’m his. Totally besotted. Susie used to do the same. She’d twiddle my button and get me going and then pratt about making me do all sorts of things until, at last, when it finally suited her, she’d bring me off. And every time I’d let her. Every bloody time! But she didn’t have a lovely dick like Grahams and with her I was never quite sure who was in charge. Sometimes she’d make me do dirty things just to see if I would. Trouble with me is once she got me sexed up I’d do anything. I knew I’d ‘ave done it with that trucker if Graham hadn’t come in. Not sure how I’d ‘ave got me self sexed up; probably started to frig myself while he was still driving; make him watch ‘till I was ready; then - . He was so gross. I am so bloody lucky I found Graham. Mmmph. He’s so bloody lucky I found him.
‘Push your jeans down to your ankles then turn around and slowly push your panties down to join them. Don’t stand up until you’ve had six.’ Oh shit. Here we go again.
I move to obey. Six what? Orgasms? Swipes? Dicks? Guess I’ll find out soon enough.
Jeans to my ankles and stand up to see the love/lust in his eyes. I turn around, arse to him, grip the little white panties at each side and give him a sexy wiggle and then I slide them down, all the way down until they form a scrumpled heap on top of my scrumpled jeans. I fiddle with them for a moment, stretch left and right a little to move my hips for him just because I know he’s enjoying the view. I’m watching him between my legs. My arse must be pretty. Just look at his face. Slowly now I shuffle closer to my tree, using more wriggle than I really need too but I want him in a good mood if I’m going to get spanked again. I put my bare shoulder against the tree and wrap my arms round it’s trunk. With a wriggle for luck I settle in my place. I can’t see him now, just my breasts, a bit bigger now they’re dangling. I can hear him coming closer then silence.

His hands arrive lightly on my bum, caressing and holding the cheeks of my arse. His finger tips creep into my crack and I know before him that I’m going to have to take a finger tip into my tightest hole. His only perversion, teasing my bum hole. He could make me come if he’d get me excited first but I’m not going to tell him that. It’s always so uncomfortable the next day. Suzie was a bugger for it. Ha, bugger for buggering me. Usually when she’d got me in some double dare and I’d have to take it or get twice as worse. Ow. Press back, there’s a good girl. Juice it in my cunt first you silly arse.
‘Wet it Graham. It’ll get sore if it’s dry.’ Makes it bloody itch too you bustard. ‘Sir.’
Ahh. That’s better. His fingers probe into my sex, feeling for my wetness, deeper in me. There it is, flooding down to meet his touch. Get it good and creamy, a few more rubs. My back has dipped and my bums stuck up in the air for him. I’m wet enough now to grease his whole hand. Dirty cow. He’s trying three fingers up me. He’s not sticking ‘em up me arse though, no way. Here goes, he’s slipping out, using two fingers to spread my cheeks and his middle finger is resting on, in, my ring. Ahh. It’s pushing in, sliding, stretching me. The pressure eases, I’m wedged on it, filling me with his finger, in me right to the first knuckle. I can feel the knuckle bit just starting to spread my ring wider, ready to invade me. I know I want to jump off it but my body makes me screw myself onto it. It’s such a dirty up your arse feeling and it’s so exciting me. He’s gone still. Waiting. For what? Oh. Fuck. Bend right over. Fuck Fuck. He’s going to screw it into me as I bend over, I know it. My hands grab the tree lower down and my arse pushes back against his finger. I’m driving myself onto it and he knows I love it.
‘I hate you’ I tell him but he knows because I’m still bending lower and lower and with his free hand holding me apart and I’m sure he can see his finger plugged into my ring, stretching me. He’s moving it and it stirs all my guts up and I get a sudden urge to shit him out of me and my muscles clamp shut which sort of draws it into me making me squirm and my hips tilt back again and I lean against my tree and I let him, I take the knuckle and a good bit more. Feels so fucking dirty!
‘Wet it again’ I gasp ‘then shove it back in me as deep as you can’ and I bend lower and wrap my fingers around each ankle, leaning forward until my back is braced against the rough bark.
The awful ecstasy of it going in, repeated as the knuckle stretches me, one finger straight, the rest of his fist bumping into me as the second knuckle just begins to open me.
‘Now finger fuck my arse you pervert.’ I’ve no idea if I thought it or said it out loud. My brain’s still at the top of my body but my head’s between my knees. I spring my knees apart for him to juice his fingers, three again, now four and he’s trying to get his hand in my pussy but there’s no chance and I mew so he knows and then they’re back to wipe their goo on my tight ring and now the biggest one is feeling it’s way, beginning to slip into me, stretch me. The ripples of his knuckle send rumbling shivers through my guts and down to my head and he’s still pushing into me ‘till it feels like the biggest turd of my whole life is trying to get back into my hole and now his big knuckle is opening me, stretching me wide. He pratts’ about for a bit, edging it a little bit deeper, shaking it in me, wriggling the length of it in me. Feels disgustingly horny! His hand keeps bumping my cheeks and I know he can’t get much deeper into me. I want him to but I don’t too, he knows I’m losing it and after a couple more wriggles I feel his grip changing, him moving, hear his zip. Good. A fucking good dicking, that’s what I need. Hope he’s got it in him. Hope he’s not going to try and stick that in here too. The finger eases slowly out. A dirty, horrible feeling, you want it out but it’s unbearable to lose it bit by bit until it’s gone and I’m glad and I miss it, feel empty. He begins to tease my pussy, my button, spreading the wetness, teasing my soul, making me pant and stretch lower to give him more. I’m a dirty tart whore giving him everything, anything. I feel him moving nearer until he his weight leans against me with the shaft of his cock pushed down along the length of slot. He hauls me back against it, rocks his hips to roll it in my slot, against my tight, sore little hole. I know it’s going to go into me but I’m not sure where. Into my sex I hope. I can’t take him up there, not like this, bent over in the cold. Perhaps one day, when I’m really relaxed and warm in his bed. Maybe.

Now what? He’s moving again. His hands pull me half way up making me grab hold of my tree again. My arse is nicely on offer to him now but he reaches round to crush my titties, roll and nip my nipples. My moans egg him on when I really just want him to stick his lovely cock into my warmth and wetness. Finally his hands move away, one spreads me, one guides JT. He makes a couple of stabs at my bum hole but I shy away each time until he moves his swollen end lower, into my wetness and I get a couple of knee trembling strokes of JT’s hard tip right across my magic button until it slips up into my sex, sliding smoothly up into me in one long penetration and I’ve never felt so filled up, as I arch back onto it taking every tiny extra bit of it as I screw my arse against his belly and feel the full gorgeous length of him buried deeply in me.
I fucking love it, screw myself onto it, working up and down on it, to and fro on it and I don’t give a shit if he’s enjoying it ‘cos I need it so bad and his thumb goes against my bum hole and pushes in making me go wild on his cock and his thumb until his hips start thrusting into me, banging his thumb into me and I have to take it while he tries to drive his cock right through me, slamming me into the rough tree, making my titties swing beneath me and now I can feel his helmet getting all ridgy and that blows away the bit of mind I’ve got left as I push back hard to feel his balls slapping into me and the solid thud of his hips driving his thumb into my arse and slapping me into the tree as I hang on for dear life and feel his first pulsing until his jets throw me deep into a shattering climax that ends with us gasping for breath until he’s pulling quickly apart as our over sensitive parts suddenly can’t bear any more touching, stroking, slipping, sliding but his thumb is still stuck up me. My whole tube is clenching, trembling, wanting him back in there, too sensitive to accept him and his thumb in my arse is just one ugly invasion of dirtiness that makes me squirm and shimmy. My pussy feels like one of those lights full of lightning sparks that leap to your finger tip when you touch them but I’d leap to the sky if anyone tried to touch me right now. I can’t even move without another tremor shaking my body. I look down and see a big gob of spunk and juice dripping from me, heading straight for my knickers. A quick sway of my hips and it slips silently onto the leaf mould as he drives his thumb against me again. Oh Fuck. I can’t stand up. Can’t let go of the tree. I can feel his come in me, sliding, slipping, gathering. He’s moving his thumb. I watch goo begin to dribble again and I let it, let it fall in a dribbly, stretchy string of gunge straight into the gusset of my knickers. Dirty cow. I know when I get up I’m going to have to pull them up and feel the cold spunk squelch against my hot cunt. Dirty, dirty bitch. I begin to collapse slowly to my knees, still hanging onto my tree, feel his thumb easing out of me. I can breathe at last, collapse to a squat still holding the tree, my mind beginning to remember the feel of his ridgy cock as he began to spurt into me. I look at him, smile, he looks knackered too. Smiling and knackered. So am I.
‘Hands on the ground. Arse up.’
Oh No. Not now Graham. I’ve had it.
He takes my wrist, pulls me to my left, presses it to the ground. The other follows, I don’t know who moved it. He stands, a little unsteadily, then his hand goes down my arse, under my crutch. Roughly he lifts me until my legs are straight, tilting my arse upwards, then he lets me settle my boots firmly on the ground.
‘Wait there.’