A Pleasant Spring Walk by jokeyjoke
Experience the enchantment of desire in 'A Pleasant Spring Walk.' This tantalizing erotic sex story unfolds amidst blooming scenery, exploring passion and intimacy in nature. Discover a thrilling narrative that will awaken your senses and ignite your imagination. Perfect for lovers of romance and steamy encounters!<br/>
We were out for a camping trip together in the forest about an hour away from our home. It was something we liked to do now and again on our weekends, for a change. The spring nights had finally started to warm up, so we’d decided to go for our first trip of the year.
There’s nothing like walking through the countryside in the warm spring sun after a long miserable winter. And there’s nothing like the spring sun to persuade lovely young women like my wife to peel the winter layers off, revealing the soft white flesh that’s been hiding beneath.
I was enjoying my day immensely. The blossom of the trees filled the air with their lovely scent, and the bright flowers were blooming in the fresh green grass beside the path as we walked.
But it wasn’t just the spring warming my blood. I had let my gorgeous other half lead the way, leaving me free to admire those silky white legs. They were rooted in her sensible earthy boots, but reached up into the blue denim sky of her mini-skirt, which was tightly hugging that soft gropable bottom of hers.
I was glad I had decided to stay quiet as we left the house that morning. There had been a brief conversation inside my head that went something like:
“Oh, she’s really not dressed for hiking. We should really tell her to put on some sensible-”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
I smiled at myself as I remembered the thought, and grinned even wider as she lifted her leg over a style, briefly revealing her red underwear.
“What are you grinning about?”
“That’s lovely underwear you’ve got on. The lace trimmed ones you know I like.”
She smiled a coy smile at that.
“Don’t get any ideas. They’re just the only ones I had when I was getting dressed.”
“Oh, you only had your sexiest matching underwear set left? How unfortunate.”
Another tight-lipped smile at my sarcasm.
“Oh these are my sexiest are they? You don’t like the green ones?”
I paused for a moment, remembering her crawling down the bed to me wearing the black and light green corset and stockings. The sight of the black laced garter straps pressed into the soft cheeks of her bottom either side of the matching g-string disappearing between, as she lowered her warm mouth onto my-
“Stop that. I know what you’re thinking about.”
I blinked innocently.
“I was thinking that the green set might be a little impractical.”
“Oh really.” she smirked, looking meaningfully towards the bulge protruding towards her.
“Oh that’s just because I’ve been checking you out all morning, fantasising about what I’m going to do to you later.”
She rolled her eyes playfully and carried on through the field on the other side. Leaving me to struggle over the fence with my larger bag and uncomfortable bulge.
A mile or two, many ‘accidental’ gropes, and a couple of brief heated kisses later, we stopped for a break. It wasn’t lunchtime yet, but my other half was feeling tired already.
“My bag’s heavy.” she pouted.
“Should we swap?” I joked.
“Yours isn’t *that* much bigger than mine.”
“Are you saying you want me to take some more of your stuff?” I said, eyebrow raised while stood in front of her.
“Maybe just my sleeping bag?”
I paused to look down at her sat on the log, the cute helpless damsel-in-distress pouty look on her face. I stepped towards her, parting her legs with mine, and looked down at her objecting expression.
“Hey!”
“What’s it worth?” I smirked, my bulge at her face level.
“Not that much!” she replied, eyebrows raised in amused objection.
I took a moment to appreciate her lovely form: Her legs spread open, pushing her skirt high enough for me to see her underwear. The white straps of her top with the red bra straps peeking out from beneath, and the curves of her cleavage leading down out of sight.
I could see her expression change as I pushed my fingers back through her soft hair, to cup her head from behind. She quietly hissed my name in a half-stern way, but the breath through her parted lips and flushed cheeks made me want to take my chances.
As I reached for my zip I heard the sound of footsteps on the path behind me. Judging my her wide eyes, she had too. I stepped back as her legs snapped back together.
“Hello!” I said somewhat too enthusiastically as I turned, hoping that my tented jeans wouldn’t catch their eye.
As it turns out, I noticed it was my other half that had been catching the man’s eye as he looked up and smiled back. He stopped to chat with us for a while, and I’m pretty sure it was his more than casual glances making her face flush more than it already was.
After some forgettable small-talk he wandered on. He seemed nice enough, although a bit distracted. He was probably thinking the same inappropriate things about her as I was only a few minutes before.
As we set off, I mentioned his attention teasingly to see what she’d say:
“I couldn’t keep from looking at it, so I wouldn’t surprised if he got the wrong idea!” she exclaimed.
“What? Looking at what?”
“The bulge in his trousers when he was talking to us! I couldn’t believe he wasn’t embarrassed or anything.”
This was news to me! I’d been so distracted by my own bulge at first and his eyes’ attention to her later, that I’d completely missed it.
“He had an erection to whole time??”
“Well, no, not at first.” she said, looking down.
“He got an erection while checking you out?”
She didn’t respond but I knew she was thinking about it. My initial shock began to turn into something entirely different…
“So you kept looking at his bulge?”
“I couldn’t help it. It was just there… pointing at me.”
“Did you like that you were making him hard?”
“I don’t know. Would it bother you if I did?” she said, looking at me to see my reaction.
I thought for a moment and grinned at her. “No. It’d turn me on knowing you were aroused.”
“Don’t give me that filthy smile.” she smiled back, amused but unsure.
We walked beside each other for a while in silence. She was clearly deep in thought.
“Yes.”
Baffled, I asked: “What?”
“Yes to your question.”
“You liked him getting hard looking at you?”
“Yes. I kept looking at it because I knew I caused it. It was just there in front of me. Telling me he was thinking about me like that.”
“That he wanted you?” I asked, knowing she was being turned on by the conversation.
“Yes.”
“Does it turn you on knowing you could have just reached out and touched his cock there and then? That he wanted you to?”
She looked at me oddly, then said: “I think you might object more than a little to your wife grabbing another man’s cock in front of you.”
“i don’t know. I’m not how I’d react. I’d probably get hard myself!”
“Really??” she stared at me in disbelief.
“Well, if you’re turned on, then I’m turned on.” I flashed her my (apparently filthy) smile again.
We didn’t speak about it any more after that. I didn’t want to push the subject if she didn’t bring it up. Besides, I was having much too much fun thinking about what I was going to do to her later.
We stopped at a pub just outside the campsite for a well deserved meal and a refreshing drink. We watched the sun begin to set and realised we were going to have to get a move on if we were going to get the tent up before dark.