"God you look fucking raunchy today," Craig said pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard, when we reached a nice thick part of the woods a couple of hundred yards from the club. I was wearing a fairly tight, sleeveless, white top and a pink, also quite tight, very short, silky tennis skirt. I had a nice tan on my legs, arms, shoulders and chest.
"No different to usual," I managed to gasp as my body responded to the way his body had already reacted. His erection felt lovely pressed against my stomach.
"Over here," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me under a large tree, an oak I think, with wide branches that created a canopy. It felt more secluded.
He pressed me back against the huge trunk of the tree and we kissed. He moved his arms, which had been round me, grabbed my wrists, raised them and rested them on the tree trunk above my head. He continued kissing me and squashing my boobs with his chest for a while, but then he broke the kiss. Arching his back and leaning his upper body away from me he looked right into my eyes and started to grind his cock against my pubic mound. I writhed back at it. It was something I had never done before and it felt fantastic, particular when our squirming and writhing brought the bottom of his cock in contact with my clit, which must have found its way out from the folds that usually protected it from such stimulation. He brought our hands down with his still holding my wrists. He pressed my hands onto my boobs and squeezed my fingers so they were squeezing my own flesh through the thin top and bra.
"Let me see you play with your tits Amanda," he said quietly.
"No," I sighed, loving the feelings I was giving myself, but feeling shy and embarrassed at the idea of going further.
"Come on baby, let me see those big titties. Get them out for me. Let me see them in your hands. Play with them as I do."
"Oh Craig don't."
I squeezed and rubbed my boobs through my top. I was extremely aroused. I was once more, I half realised, fulfilling my need, my newly discovered, but still not fully analysed or understood need. I was having a form of extreme sex, certainly sex of a nature that would have been unthinkable for me just a few short weeks ago.
He put his hands behind and with his back still arched he continued to dry fuck me as I squeezed and rubbed my boobs.
"Get them out," Craig growled.
"No, I can't not here."
"Yes you can," he said slipping his hands inside the waist band of his trackies.
"Someone might come."
That made him smile. "I fucking well hope so, both of us," he smiled.
"I meant come along," I groaned back somewhat pedantically.
"They won't and if they did we would hear them for miles," he went on, his eyes locked on my boobs, which I had continued to rub and squeeze as we spoke.
"It's too risky Craig," I gulped with little conviction as those beautiful feelings started to well up in me.
"No it's not, look," he said sliding his trousers down a bit so that his bum and hips were on show with his cock caught on the inside of the trousers. He moved away and quickly pulled them away then pressed his naked cock back against me. "See."
"Oh God, Craig" I groaned.
I was excited by the sight of his cock, as I always was. The fact that he had bared it where we were, the feelings it was giving me as he thrust it against my pink skirt, the feelings I was giving myself with my hands on my tits and simply being in the open doing what we were doing all combined to arouse me enormously.
"Come on," he said taking hold of the hem of my top, which had slipped out from the waist band of my skirt, which I realised was a little too tight for me; a bit of dieting and more gym work were clearly needed.
"No, we might get caught."
"I told you we won't, I've fucked girls here several times" he rather ungallantly advised me adding. "Even should anyone come along they can't see in here and in any case we could always move round the other side as we cover up."
I didn't reply, but the feelings were building up more and more and I hadn't stopped 'playing with myself.' I realised, or I convinced myself quickly, that he was probably quite correct.
He lifted my skirt up and put his cock inside. I was wearing quite full, but nevertheless thin panties. He slid his hand inside my skirt and took hold of the elastic round the leg hole and pulled it away from me. The feel of his cock on my bare stomach and pubes made me gasp and my body jerk. He kissed me, shoved his tongue in my mouth and pushed his cock further inside my panties and up my stomach.
"Come on Amanda, get those lovely tits out for me."
I was gone, I'd had it, there was no resistance left. I slid each of the straps off my shoulders and down my arms to past my shoulders.
"Mmmmm, nice," he said looking at my tits in the white, net, almost totally see through bra. When playing with Craig I had pretty much given up wearing sports bras as, incidentally, most of the older women at the club had.
The look in his eyes, the combination of lust, want, desire and admiration made me feel so wanted and adventurous. I pushed the two mounds together.
"Like this," I croaked.
"Yes, for a start," he grunted leaning forward, pushing his tongue into my cleavage and licking all the way up.
I rolled my boobs around for a while, my thumb and forefingers on both hands finding my hardened nipples and relieving their aches by pulling and pinching them, quite hard. His eyes didn't leave my hands as his cock continued giving me delicious feelings probing around on my bare stomach inside my panties. I almost smiled when for some reason the phrase 'talking your way into a girl's knickers' came into my mind for this was literally, the first time a man had been in them, well at least while I was wearing them!
"Get them right out."
"Really?" I replied coquettishly, knowing now that I would.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I want to see yer tits."
"Just see," I smiled pushing the left strap off my shoulder.
"No."
"What then? I asked pushing the other strap off.
"I want to watch you play with your tits."
"Is that all?" I said scooping one then the other out of the cups."
"No, then I am going to fuck you."
As I delighted and excited myself by caressing, rubbing, stroking and pinching my tits, Craig slid my panties down. He pulled them to mid-thigh.
"No take them right off," I said worried that they might get torn or dirty and I had to wear them back to the club. We fumbled them down my legs and off my feet. He put them in his pocket.
"Don't forget to take them out before your mum washes them," I joked as I continued caressing myself. He bent at the knee so that he could position his cock right against my lips.
I didn't insist on a condom, though probably I should. When we had done it the first time in the clubhouse, it simply didn't occur to me. I hadn't had a man other than my husband make love to me for so many years and as I was on the pill, it just hadn't entered my mind. After the number of times Craig had now had me, it hardly seemed worth bothering now.
"Come on," I gasped, now wanting him badly.
"It's fucking difficult getting it right like this," he explained.
I understood what he meant for he was a good eight inches taller than me and getting the angle of penetration just right was difficult.
"Let me," I said reaching down, standing on tip toe and trying to get it in me. But I couldn't.
"Oh fuck this," he said making me panic for I thought he was going to stop, but he added. "Turn round."
I did and leaned forward supporting myself by putting my hands against the tree. He lifted my skirt pressed his cock against my pussy, grabbed my hips and thrust himself right up me in one glorious whoosh of sensations. Moulding himself round my body he grabbed my tits and then fucked me fast and furious.
He was right about the two things he'd said about the location. No one did come along, but we both did cum.
Real life.
Kevin was all over me, phon
ing, emailing and texting continually. He was begging to come back, for me to forgive him and for us to start again. I tried to resist him, but gradually he wore me down and slowly I realised that I had to give in, I had to accept his apologies and that I had to take him back. I had to do it for Sara.
"Just one more chance" I said as his cock slid into me.
The final fuck with Craig.
We did it again standing up a la Basic Instinct a week or so after the time in the woods.
As I was being shagged with my legs wrapped round his waist, his hands holding me up by my bum he grunted.
"You liked that in the woods didn't you?"
"Yes," I murmured as we stared into each other's eyes.
"You liked getting your tits out?"
"Yes."
"And playing with them didn't you?"
"Yes, Craig, yes I did," I managed as my climax built up.
"You liked me watching you do it didn't you?" He grunted slowly pumping in and out of me.
"Mmmm, yes," I replied quite dreamily as the sexual feelings boiled over me and I started to cum.
"You know that I am taking Kevin back on Thursday," I told him when we spoke on the phone on the Friday before that.
"Yes and that's when I get dumped, right."
"Well luv, not dumped, but I know what you mean."
"Won't you be at the club this weekend?"
"No I can't I have loads to do."
"Ok, so is that it then?"
"No, I thought you might like to come to the house on Monday."
"You'll be alone?"
"Yes, all night if you want."
It was going to be the end. I knew it as well as Craig did. It was over, finished, dead and buried. But why not go out with a bang, I had thought when I decided to ask him to the house.
"Why not come around seven, I'll do dinner and you can stay the night." I'd told him.
"Oh fuck Amanda, you look amazing," Craig said after I had opened the front door and let him into the house.
I had pondered for quite some time thinking how to make this 'last supper' very special; for him and for me. He deserved it. He had helped me find something in myself, not necessarily liking or welcoming what I found, but that wasn't down to him. He had also given me an enormous amount of pleasure and excitement, in fact nobody else had given me so much in such short period as far as I could recall other than Sara and that was not a fair comparison..
Naked, after bathing, washing and drying my hair, doing my finger and toe nails, fixing my light make and trimming my pubes, I went into my bedroom and rummaged in my lingerie drawers.
I hadn't worn a suspender belt for years. It felt strange having the tightness of the lace and silk round my tummy and hips, but quite nice. I occasionally wore stockings for Kevin, but for many years now they had been hold ups and didn't require the rather old fashioned looking garment I was now wrapping round my body and clipping at the front. That done, I held my breath and pulled my stomach in as I wiggled the 'belt' round me so the clasp was at the back and the four suspenders were in the right places.
I tore open the cellophane on the packet containing the stockings I had bought just that morning in a Tesco of all places, and lifted out the smooth, dark nylons. They felt good on the skin of my hands and even better as I slid them up my legs. I like wearing stockings. Fiddling them into place I snapped the darker denier stocking tops into the suspenders and stood with my back to the full length mirror. The seams were not quite straight so I messed around with them, even having to undo and snap in again the suspenders on my right leg. My legs tightly together I again looked over my shoulder and felt pleased with both the sight of my regrettably full, but nicely rounded arse, the stockings and my legs. I put the high heels on, my legs seemed to slim immediately.
Not being that used to wearing sexy undies I had looked at a few glamour sites to get some ideas on what type of panties to wear. It had been looking at the sites that had changed my mind from lacy topped hold-ups to a sussie belt. I had assumed I would wear a thong, but my 'research' and my plan had changed that idea. It had also done something else and that was reveal a curiosity in other women. The girls I saw on the erotic underwear sites were totally gorgeous, they turned me on a bit; could I have bi tendencies I asked myself. Fuck this was becoming such a time of sexual enlightenment for me!
The pure silk of the black, French knickers felt so good in my hands that unconsciously I rubbed them across my breasts. God was that good! I could feel my nipples hardening, I pinched them through the lustrous material. This was getting crazy, if I wasn't careful I would start to cum and then I would masturbate; it was far too early for that so I put the knickers on. I had never worn French knickers before and their loose bagginess felt strange, but the sight of them in the mirror was very sexy. They were cut quite high at the groins and they were full, the elastic at the top going round me just below the lacy top of the suspender belt. The scalloped bottoms flapped a little and moved as I did flashing some of my tummy and a bit of my pubes.
The bra was a fairly straightforward job. It was, though cut acutely across each breast only just covering my areola. Being made from gossamer thin lace and net it was see through so my swollen nipples were very clear and surprisingly large, I thought, looking at the bumps in the material. Oh yes it was also a front loader having a small clasp between my boobs.
A long, ankle length, black lace robe with a tie round my neck completed my 'farewell uniform.' Standing still, as I was looking in the mirror, it covered me, but as I moved it billowed open showing the rest of my gear and large expanses of my body. I was pleased with the effect, but wondered if it and I were a bit OTT; Craig's comment when I had opened the door told me I wasn't, men are so basic aren't they?.
He came in and immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. It was nice, but not what I wanted. His hands were all over me, pawing and squeezing.
"Not yet, luv," I sighed "This is my show, I'm in charge tonight."
We had a couple of drinks and then we had dinner. It was a simple pasta, carbonarra I think, which I served with crispy French bread, a salad and a nice Chianti. Several times as I served the meal or poured the wine he tried to grab me, but I stopped him. We kissed and he touched me, but I didn't let him caress me. I was finding it interesting to be in charge, something that was quite new to me in sexual situations where Kevin always led the way. I was also finding it a huge turn on to be dressed in the overtly sexual and erotic way I was; I realised that sexy undies are not just for the viewer, but for the wearer as well, something that had not registered with me before.
The vodkas before and the bottle of strong, rich Chianti with dinner had made both of us feel mellow and warm. The alcohol had also reduced any minor inhibitions I may have had and had relaxed me. When Craig had first arrived and I had flaunted myself at him in my vamp's gear, I had thought maybe it was a mistake bringing him to my home. I had felt tense and tongue-tied and wasn't at all certain that this would turn out to be the memorable farewell I had hoped for. Nevertheless, I now felt fully confident and assured.
"Come on let's go upstairs," I said around nine.
"Best invitation I've had all night," Craig replied getting up and putting his arm round me.
I led him upstairs and showed him into a spare bedroom. I had toyed for some time as to whether we should have sex in Kevin's and my room, after all being fucked by a lover in the marital bed is considered by many to be pretty bad form, but I was feeling particularly naughty.
"Give me a couple of minutes," I told him "Then come into my room, I'll be waiting for you."
It was fairly dark for I had turned the lights right down. I would have liked to have used candles, but the smell lingers and that would have been hard to explain to Sara, so I had to rely on dimmed lights instead.
I removed my bra and lay on the bed, near to one edge. I wrapped the lacy nightdress round me so the top of my body was pretty much covered, but my nylon clad legs, still with the black
patent leather high heels on, poked out. I raised one knee so my foot was on the bed and put my hands behind my head and waited.
The door was slowly pushed back and then Craig came through.
"Jesus Amanda, this is fantastic."
"Thanks, come here."
He came over and went to lie beside me.
"No, stand there beside the bed."
"OK, now what?"
"Undress for me, let me see you."
He did that well. Not like a stripper, but confidently and assuredly in the knowledge that he had a good body and a great cock both of which he slowly revealed to me.
"Mmmm, very nice," I said looking up at his fully erect penis and unusually large balls, which were just above and slightly to one side of my face.
"So?"
"Just watch for a moment," I told him, sliding my arms from above my head to down by my sides. I kept my eyes on his loving that look of lust and other emotions, which I'd seen many times; he had very expressive eyes.
I slipped my hands inside the robe and found my bare breasts. I cupped them and took the nipples, which were of course already hard as they had been almost continuously since I had donned the sexy outfit, between my thumbs and forefingers. I knew that he couldn't see what I was doing, but he must have guessed.
"Pull it open Craig," I croaked feeling immensely worked up. I was in my element, but had no real idea why.
"Oh my lord, oh Christ," he groaned as he saw my bare tits and my hands caressing them.
I smiled. "Like that?" I asked rolling them together as I squeezed and pinched the soft, yielding flesh.
"Like it, I fucking love it," he grunted starting to get onto the bed.
"No, stay there," I said sharply, running one of my hands downwards and stroking my tummy.
"Why?"
"Just do as I say, ok?"
"Ok," he said slowly standing up alongside the bed again watching my vampishly, scarlet painted fingernails of my right hand slide inside the elastic waistband of my black, silk French knickers.
His hand, involuntarily it seemed, but exactly as I'd hoped, went to his cock. He stroked its length a couple of times with his fingertips before gripping it.
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