“Yeah, you get grumpy in the winter,” Ed replied, “I can see why animals hibernate through it.”
“Hey,” Debbie thumped his arm, “I don’t get that bad.”
“Yeah, yeah you do,” he laughed, “It’s a good job I love you, really it is.”
“Oh, you’re lucky the sun is out and the flowers are blooming,” Debbie gestures around at the daffodils and crocuses decorating the forest trail, “and I have no violent urges at all or you’d have been in trouble, bub.”
“And that is why I didn’t bring it up in the dead of winter,” he laughed, “ha, you walked into that.”
“Well, yes, all right, good point. Now hush up and let me enjoy the sunshine and the flowers and the rising sap of spring, all right?”
They walked together in silence for a while, hand in hand, drinking in the bright colours of spring. It was their favourite forest walk and they’d not visited in many months.
“It’s quiet today,” Ed said as they walked through a dense area of trees.
“Yeah, it is. We’ve not seen a soul yet, have we?”
“We’re all alone.” He grinned and pulled Debbie into his embrace. She squealed, but her cries were muffled by his hard, sizzling kiss, “we could get up to all sorts, couldn’t we?”
“Well, in theory.” Debbie smiled, cupping her husband’s face with her hand. “But although it’s spring I still have several layers on and I sure as hell am not stripping off right now even if it is quiet. It’s too cold. We’ll be home soon then I’ll strip off for you.”
“You don’t need to take off all your clothes,” he replied with a wink. “In fact, you don’t have to take off any of your clothes.”
“Oh, come off it,” Debbie laughed. “You can’t fuck me through all these layers.”
“I bet you I can. I’ll do the dishes for a week if I can’t.”
Debbie thought for a moment and decided it was a win-win situation. “All right then, super stud, I’ll take that bet. Show me what you’ve got.”
His lips met hers and as they kissed he pushed her back until she hit a tree. She gasped, but he only continued to kiss her and press his body hard into hers. He certainly had proved her could turn her on through all those layers; her body zinged with lust as she glanced left and right to make sure they weren’t being watched.
“Turn around,” he whispered in her ear, “hold on to the tree and stick out your arse for me, sweetheart.”
She followed the instruction aware now that if anyone stumbled upon them there would be no doubt as to what they were up to. Debbie found that idea a turn on. They might get caught, they might be watched and her heart thudded inside of her partly with nerves but mostly with arousal. She often fantasised about having an audience when they fucked.
Ed lifted up her heavy cord skirt and rolled it up onto her back exposing her legs encased in their thick winter tights. Spring might have sprung but there was still a chill in the air. He rubbed his hands all over her buttocks and down her thighs then as he reached a vulnerable part he gripped the nylon in his hands and pulled. The tights ripped and Debbie gasped in surprise.
“You owe me for new tights,” she hissed as he ran his hand into the large hole he’d made and slipped between her thighs. He rubbed her over the sensible white cotton of her panties, pressing the wet material against her clit which elicited a moan of pleasure from her lips. He yanked the crotch of her knickers to the side and forced a finger inside her. She was so wet it slid in with ease. She heard the rustle of clothes and the harsh rip of a zip being lowered and then she felt his body press against hers. She arched her back and pressed against him as he manhandled his cock until it was at the opening of her pussy. He paused for only a moment to pull her knickers more to the side and then he plunged into her.
She was full of his cock in public and still fully clothed; he’d won the bet. At that moment though she wasn’t thinking of the weeks – worth of pots that awaited her; she just concentrated on the delicious warmth of his cock inside her and the rapid thrusts that brought her so much pleasure. His fingers gripped into her hip, holding her still while he fucked her. She was no longer listening for tell-tale noises of an approach. She was lost in the sensations that flooded her body.
Ed grunted and stilled; he’d reached his climax and his cock throbbed inside of her. He pulled out and as she moved to straighten he put his hand on her back. “Not yet, you’re not finished yet. Stick your fingers down into your knickers and wank for me; I know you want to come.” He was right, she did want to come. She forgot the scratch on her cheek from the bark and the cold wind on her buttocks excited her. She could smell the earth, the crushed grass– the heaviness reminding her of the smell of sex. Bracing herself with one hand she dropped the other down to her front. She reached underneath her dangling skirt and gathered it up in the crook of her arm as her fingers disappeared into her knickers. She massaged her clit gently at first then slipped down to her slit to pull up their combined juices to lubricate her masturbation. Her flicks became quicker and more urgent as her breath escaped in pants groans until the pressure became all too much and her orgasm escaped with a grunt as her body melted with the intense heat of pleasure.
“I told you so,” he said as she straightened up and brushed down her skirt. “You need more layers than that to deter me, love.”
“Is that a challenge?” Debbie laughed. “Thing is though, I don’t really want to deter you, sweetheart, I want to encourage you.”
“Oh, that’s easy,” he replied, “I’m completely under your spell.”
“Oh, good,” She rubbed her hands together. “That means I can still make you do the pots tonight after dinner!”