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1
Laura and Paul Jackson had always been ‘outdoorsy’ types and were keen supporters of a walking club, or ramblers as some of the more genteel members amongst them referred to the group they had joined. They had lived on the outskirts of Bristol for nearly all of their thirty-five years of married life, had worked nearby and brought up three kids who’d left home and the area. They weren’t seen too often and so they had the time to themselves.
Every other week the group would gather, their numbers often as large as twenty, and they would drive to some scenic location, often overlooking the Bristol Channel and across to the coast of Wales, the glaringly white brilliance of the suspension bridge, and Lundy Island, and there to explore paths and bridleways. They had heeded advice, long ago, to always be prepared for sudden changes in the weather and shelter was nowhere to be found.
Then, a lightweight cagoule, or rain-top, would be shoved on, perhaps some leggings and wooly hat to keep in their body heat. Paul would often say, mischievously to her, that he had a better idea on how to keep warm and Laura would know that the idea would be made good when they got home. She would grip his hand and offer a coy smile, the behaviour of an adolescent and not a woman soon to turn sixty.
Paul had retired early, at sixty-two, and he put his engineering skills to good use restoring old Triumph motorcycles he sourced on the web, or a network of contacts and fellow enthusiasts for the marque. With the work finished he sold the machines on. He even went so far as to pick up a few machines with a side car, and these relics too were restored.
It was then that Laura, dressed in overalls much like his and with her hair tied up and covered by a headscarf like some World War Two factory worker, came into her own with her craft skills. An industrial quality sewing machine had been acquired and would be turned to good use in their large garage. There, she would restore, or make from new, the heavy canvas covers and screens that had once been fitted to the sidecars. The machines became a shared interest, and if their time wasn’t taken up by going out on long walks then it was riding the highways and byways all around them or venturing further afield, staying in a Bed and Breakfast, or a small hotel hidden away in the wilds, somewhere.
At such times they would ride, hike, or take to each other when they got back to their place for the night, lustful anticipation finally being consummated.
‘Rest comes in many forms,’ Frank would grin, his face wreathed in smiles and his questing hands soon easing her clothes off. Then, he would wonder at her still slender, large breasted body, toned legs, the gentle swell of her belly before she ‘wasted’ him. Paula loved to ride her ‘dirty old man’, her hands clenching his chest whenever she leant forward to meet his kisses or to allow the clamp of his hands to her swaying tits, the tug of his mouth on her nipples, as she rose and fell on him to the end, her muscles working him until the burgeoning frenzy of her practised ways could be borne no longer.
It was at such moments that she would nuzzle kisses to his lips. ‘Warn me next time…’
‘I was going to ask you to do that!’ he’d reply and knowing that he would know for hours afterwards what his woman had taken from him.
They shared in everything, and Paul felt proud that his woman drove the bikes so competently that he would often feel himself dozing in the cosy warmth of the sidecar as it rose and fell on some undulating country road, the hedges or walls rushing past, and occasional slap of foliage stirring him from his daydreams if the roar of the finely tuned engine didn’t achieve that first. He often wondered what it did for her, to sit astride a throbbing engine, her strong thighs gripping the leather seat, as she maintained control. It was then that they were each in their own worlds, a stop soon reuniting them.
The fortnightly ramble was being passed up, a trip into Wales to see forested valleys and the remnants of a mining and industrial past now at the top of their ‘to do’ list.
2
Laura saw him point at a sign announcing that their chosen forest stop was coming up.
‘Okay!’ she smiled up at him, his bearded face hidden by the visor of his helmet. She would be glad to be out of the sidecar and its clammy warmth, relieved to be only wearing a pink cami support vest and a pair of black, patch pocketed, walking shorts, a robust pair of walking boots and woolen socks on her feet. Their haversacks were each filled with a change of clothes and the necessities to stay safe, water and with some energy bars as a pick-me- up, were they to be needed.
Paul pulled into a parking bay reserved for bikers and slowed to a stop, soon loosening the strap of his dayglo-yellow helmet and fingering out his long, thinning grey hair. He pouted as Laura was seen to ease out of the sidecar and take off her helmet. casino siteleri Straw blonde hair tumbled free and onto her shoulders, and she squatted down to shove her helmet into the well of the side car. A flimsy lock on the small door was the only security it had.
‘You look hot, woman of mine…’ he smiled knowingly at her.
‘I feel it, after being cooped up in there,’ she retorted not rising to his teasing ways of it again with her. ‘I just hope the weather holds…’
Paul nodded. They always walked at a brisk pace, as much to cover the distance they had settled on, by looking at a map, as to get the most out of the chance for hours of vigorous exercise. He saw it in the tone of Laura’s leg muscles, in her oval face but the creases on either side of her eyes and thin-lipped mouth not to be lessened by this shared pursuit. He’d married a passionate woman, not a beauty, yet he loved her for her undemanding companionship. He understood why she had chosen to wear what he now looked at for their outing, those seated nearby at breakfast not seeing what he did now, his woman in her figure-shaping top and shorts, her heavy breasts seen enticingly shaped, not supported, and her nipples perky. At other times, and in that top, he’d seen younger men take a second look at his woman.
But Laura only played up to his lustful looks upon her and when they were alone. Otherwise, she covered herself, ‘made herself decent’ as she often told him on a soft smile, ‘even if your mind’s on other things…or only one thing, again.’
She did read him so well. ‘That’s the effect that you still have on me, darling…’
‘Don’t I just know it,’ she’d answer on a soft laugh. ‘It’s kept you with me all these years…’
‘And many more, I hope…’
Laura drew close and gave him a wondering smile as she brushed fingers over his bearded face. She soon met his stilled look upon her. ‘Save that, what you’re thinking, for later, Paul my darling…let’s make the most of the weather and clear air while we can?’
‘My thoughts too…’
Laura laughed and slapped his arm playfully. She was again charmed that her man showed his love for her in his unashamedly brazen ways whenever they were quite alone, as they were now. A few cars were haphazardly parked close-by, their motorcycle and sidecar the only such contraption to be seen there.
Paul soon disabled it. With the gear, they needed, stowed in haversacks, slung on their backs, they strode off into the coniferous woodland, hand in hand, two people again engrossed in each other and chattering happily.
3
What had been a blustery breeze, soughing through the tree canopies above them, became a raging squall of wind driven rain as they entered a clearing, the skies above them darkening and the torrential downpour provoking Paul to pull on her hand.
‘Run…we’ll make those trees before long!’
He tugged to make her move, felt only a moment’s resistance before, on a whoop of delight, she ran ahead of him, turning to urge him on. ‘Catch me if you can lover!’
‘You bet!’
The rain clouds were now directly over them. What had seemed like a moment’s spellbinding sight of the rain approaching now became a storm. The downpour increased in tempo and, blown along by the wind, they were obliged to hold up their arms against the torrent in feeble and useless protection.
‘Come on, girl! Show me what you can do!’
Paul now ran ahead. Turning to look at her, he slipped and was soon seen to be slithering like a snake, his track a silvery mark picked out on the coarse turf of the clearing as the lightning flashed overhead. The tree canopies rustled noisily, and the shrubs were bent over and making a deeper sound all as accompaniment to their progress.
‘Whoaaah!’ he called out and held his arms aloft as if to welcome his soaking and seeking her company.
‘That’ll teach you!’ Laura shrieked in laughter and looked down into his upturned face, saw his hair slicked down and his skin glistening from their soaking. She grinned in childish pleasure at this crazy turn of events. I*n response to his caresses to her leg, she knelt down beside him and soon saw the drift of Paul’s eyes over her as the cami top was soaked and shaped her still further, the fabric outlining every curve. Paula knew that look only too well.
‘You beautiful wonder,’ Paul told her, chuckling at her goosebumps that their soaking aroused. The sight of her inflamed the senses and she could not stop him as Paul caressed her breasts and drew her to him for a deepening kiss. ‘How am I to resist you…even out here in the rain?’
‘Try, if only for a few moments.’
She laughed joyfully, lifting her face to the pelting rain, knew how her skin would glisten. She would go with everything that he might seek of her and splashed the puddled water already evident on the grass with her hands. ‘Weekend breaks are for his…leave the real world behind!’
‘Then güvenilir casino c’mon girl, I’ll race you again!’
Paul lunged off once more with Laura close at his heels.
‘I’ve got a better idea, Paul…wait, darling!’ she cried out, one hand gripping his bouncing haversack, making Paul slow down as they neared the trees and two piles of felled trees that were ready for taking away. Laura then held out her hands and waited.
‘Dance? You mean dance, in this?’ He began to hum, then sang out the words as they took a few swirling slippery steps.
‘Can’t hear you!’ she laughed on a shriek of silliness. ‘We’re singing…we’re dancin’…we’re slippin…’ she sang tunefully but to the accompaniment of the wind and rumbles of thunder.
‘We’re a prancin’…we’re a slippin’ and a slidin’ in thuuhhh?’ he sang out.
‘In the Raaain!’ they chorused.
They didn’t care anymore how the rain hit them and finally leant against each other gasping and laughing like kids. They met the look of expectation in each other’s eyes and ran until they stood by the log piles, a tarpaulin sheet stretched over one end of them as if the workers needed a makeshift shelter. Water had pooled and the tarp was seen to sag under the weight.
‘Go under there, we can wait this out…’ Paul shouted.
‘And we can have some soup from the flask…’ Laura ventured. She did as he asked of her and went under the tarp and shrugged off her haversack. She was seen to pull at her vest that stuck to her like a second skin.
‘And I’ll ease the weight on this…’Paul found an offcut branch, with a squared off edge, and prodded the tarp and shaped it into a tent. The water son cascaded onto the ground, had them feel as if they were standing behind a waterfall. ‘Just like Niagara!’
‘You crazy man!’ Even in the gloom she could see that Paul’s eyes were on her and she reached out to him, felt Paul draw close and embrace her. ‘We’ve been singing, dancing…and…and now loving…in the rain?’ she kissed, ‘is that it?’
The storm rumbled and flashed overhead. There had been no sign that anyone else was in the proximity or would have been the east bit interested in what they were doing.
‘I want to be with the woman whom I can’t take my eyes off…she in her wet top that she knows will turn me on…’
‘This is how we wait for the storm to pass over us?’ she gasped through the flurry of their kisses and in response to his clamping caresses to her breasts, his hands on her hips to let her know what the sight of her had aroused in him. Her man felt hard, and he’d peg her right here if she conceded to his claims. Paul’s fingers were already working to unfasten the button of her unflattering shorts.
‘It’s one survival skill they don’t make enough of…’
‘Shared body heat?’ she laughed. Laura was unable to quell the sudden and fierce cramp of longing in her belly for the man she had loved for so long and to the exclusion of all others.
4
He knelt before her, had eased down her sodden shorts and Paul buried his face to her belly, breathed in her musky heat as his fingers slowly traced a path over the cool flesh of her thighs before gently easing away her panties.
The thin shiny heat blanket rustled as she clutched it around her shoulders. Words of encouragement and response were muttered as she felt his fingers part her pussy lips and his tongue followed them and offered lapping caresses and probing flickers of his tongue tip.
‘I’ll take care of you,’ she heard him say.
‘I know…you always do.’
He had felt her body tense before he licked her out, his fingers working to open the way for him. Laura turned, took a sharp intake of breath as his hands travelled over her body, the cami-top pushed up so that he could cup her wonderful breasts in his hands, caress and squeeze them and their hard nipples, the sight of her and what she would bring like a drug he would never be cured of.
‘Not too cold?’
‘I’ve felt warmer, but you’ve got the cure for that…now go on,’ she whispered, her breaths on his face as she half-turned to kiss him awkwardly. ‘Bring it to me…finesse is for the hotel!’
Laura had reached down to grope his hard penis and she felt Paul move, enough, to unfasten his shorts, push down his briefs, before she felt it spring free, then brush her butt cheeks and nestle in the cleft of her ass, to offer wanton caresses to her slicked pussy lips.
She parted her legs still further, encouraged by his questing and probing fingers as they traced small circles over her belly, then around her navel and over her ribs, all tracing slow seducing lines over her shivering body.
‘You poor girl…to have me do this to you out in the wet and cold!’
‘Bring it to me…wild and furious! Do it…no more talk!’
She will let him dog her. There was no way she was going to lie down, even on a heat blanket. Her man’s inventive, so she will wait and respond.
Laura canlı casino felt her feet being pushed apart in small sideways steps. There then followed the thrill of his caressing touches to her thighs as he lifted the heat blanket away, up to her waist. There was the urgent and deepening fingering of her, the tug of his fingers on the mat of hair as he opened the way to her soft and moist flesh. His fingers stroked and probed her expertly; there was no fumbling; Laura trembled as he pulled on coarse hair once more. Then…and then, with the logs brushing her shoulders, she was made to lean forward and sensed a moment’s hesitation before she felt the tingle of Paul thrusting into her…purposely slow and deep, then withdraw and then push in still further.
‘Wow! Wow!’ he yelled. ‘Stop that!’
Her nails stroked and pressed his belly as Paul bumped her.
‘No!’ she yelled in reply even as she felt the first shudder of a climax course through her body. Impossible…and so soon!
His movements went deeper and for longer, until his thrusts and sway of hips became so purposeful, rhythmic and so pleasurably questing that she gripped and kept him in her, all restraint forsaken as she pursued with him an impetuous and wild fuck, out in the middle of nowhere, the smell of tree sap tangy and heavy on the fetid air as the rain drummed on the tarp.
Laura quivered out of longing and continuing fear of all that they had embarked upon, that their cries of encouragement would alert passers-by to what was going on.
‘Crazy! This is crazy…so utterly crazy!’ she yelped, meeting his taking of her as if in a dance, the stacks of trees on either side of them limiting their movements, save for the act that they fervently pursued..
She felt the rise of another approaching climax and conceded to all that he sought of her. Paul continued in his possession of her as if she could take all that he had to give and she encouraged in him.
What a frenzy; what control he had!
She was obliged to lean on the ends of tree trunks, her legs spread and her lustful husband standing between them. Yes, it was a gross posture of submission, but she no longer cared. What he did and where he wanted to do it, inflamed the senses, made the journey of discovery of different ways only too real. He bumped against her, she pushed back, the rhythm of their claims upon each other’s flesh unrelenting.
Had time stood still? For how many minutes had this been happening?
Paul would soon succeed in bringing her to another shattering orgasm.
‘Laura!’ He cried out. ‘We can do this…and we can do it together out here in the rain!’
‘Paul!’ she couldn’t keep from screaming out now in reply. ‘This is crazy, crazy, crazy loving! Paul! Stop, stop…enough! This is enough now! It’s been wonderful!’
Her cries seemed only to excite him more; she saw that hooded and faraway gaze in his eyes as she looked behind her. She reached back to touch his belly, to tug again on downy hair.
Paul kept her from pulling away as he pounded furiously in this wild act of possession and discovery within her, until…until she heard loud gasps of delayed and approaching rapture.
‘This…it’s so…so…special!’ he groaned, clamping her breasts fiercely, pressing his lips against Laura’s neck to stifle his louder cries of fulfilment that soon matched hers.
‘Finish it…finish it with me!’
Laura sought to push on his hips; quivering as she did so; on feeling the leap of Paul’s flesh and the clamp of his hands to her belly to keep her to him; there came the first spurt, then Paul’s clammy liquid warmth on the skin of her thighs. Once…twice…even a third time.
Oh, how he had found her!
Trembling, she clamped her legs on him for a last lingering touch. Paul continued, but now in languid movements against her, his hands on her belly and then on her clammy warmth. His fingers brushed up and spread to her hips in a slow rhythm that matched her ebbing pleasure until, with them shivering from this last contact, Paul withdrew.
Laura turned in his embrace and kissed him hungrily, clamped his hips and felt Paul’s flaccid length against her belly, the heat blanket lying at their feet.
‘We could go on…with me in charge this time?’ she sniggered, kissing him but more in satisfaction than continued lust. In truth, she felt wasted even if Paul had done the work.
‘We could, but the rain’s stopped…’
‘And here I was thinking you wanted me, come rain or shine…’
Paul cupped Laura’s face in his hands and kissed her slowly. ‘I love my girl, come rain or shine…but I know that she likes her creature comforts. A bath, dry sheets and someone to ease away the strains of a day spent out walking…’
‘We haven’t done too much of that…’
‘We will, but something tells me you have other ideas on your mind…in spite of what you’ve just told me.’ Laura clung to him and groped for his penis, felt her juices slick its veined surface, her touches soon arousing the desired responses.
‘I have, and it’s this…another storm may keep us here a while longer. You don’t have to be young and beautiful to enjoy a quickie…out in the woods, do you?’
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