The Field of Dreams, Wet Ones

"Well come on," you said taking my hand again, "let's just walk."

As we ambled across the field and scrambled through a hedge so the countryside changed. Still going downhill it was less developed and the fields were lying fallow. The grass was longer and then it became more wooded. It was very pretty and the numerous trees provided some shade and cover from the burning, mid eighties degree heat, I recalled hearing forecast on the car radio earlier. Eventually, after walking for probably fifteen minutes from the road we came to a river.

"Oh Jon this is so pretty isn't it?"

"Yes Cat," you replied slipping your arm round my waist as we stood under some trees admiring the view. You then added in a whisper. "Just as you are Cat, very pretty."

I turned and saw the intense look on your face. The desire in your eyes and the solemn expression on your face as I realised you were experiencing the same or at least very similar feelings as I was.

"Oh Jon," I said very softly squeezing your hand.

"I know, I know," you replied smiling. "I know I shouldn't but I couldn't help it. Don't worry I'll behave."

"You're amazing Jon, so sweet and so understanding. I don't deserve you."

"Yes you do Amanda and I just want you to know that I completely understand and respect your feelings about having sex outside your marriage, but if you ever change your mind I'll always be here for you."

"Thanks Jon, thanks," I muttered hardly able to frame words for I was so near to tears. "Come on let's walk further," I quickly added to break the spell and overcome my embarrassment.

We came to a small clearing that was half in the sun and half in the shade right alongside the river.

"Let's sit for a while shall we?" I suggested.

We sat there chatting and taking in the lovely scenery watching the fairly fast flowing waters of the river run by for some time. It was so peaceful and tranquil. It made me relax and forget all the other things going on in my life. I laid back and almost fell asleep my hand resting on your chest, your arm around my shoulders.

It was as if that clearing and stream and you, me and the countryside were the entire world. All outside of that had no meaning, value or significance. The entire focus of all that I felt existed was on us. On our bodies and our minds. It was as I imagine the effects of a mind expanding drug like LSD or Ecstasy. A little like marijuana but much, much more intense. All the colours were exaggerated and all sounds keener. As the song of the sixties said, so rightly, 'Everything is Beautiful.' The woods and field, the river, you and me, we were all so beautiful.

I didn't know what was happening to me. What was making me feel like that. Making me feel as though I was on drugs. Making my mind seem to expand and now my body start to tingle. What was so effecting my emotions, making me feel lightheaded, out of breath and dry in the throat. I was panting and finding it hard to either frame my words or get my breath. I felt that anything was possible. Everything was feasible. Whatever I wanted I could have.

I sat up. I looked down at you. Your eyes were closed, you were dozing. I felt such tenderness towards you that it was bordering on love. I scanned your handsome face and lithe body imagining you naked as you'd so nearly been in the hotel. I felt such desire that it was bordering on lust. Without moving my gaze from yours for a moment I sat up, my legs tucked under my bottom. A moment or two fumbling and I laid down again beside you. I raised my bottom up and more fumbling and then lay on my side by you one elbow on the ground my hand resting on my chin.

I gently shook your shoulder waking you. As you opened your eyes and saw me I smiled and whispered.

"Now Jon I really do want you to make love to me. Please darling say you will."

If it hadn't been such a tender and loving moment, if there hadn't been such obviously high sexual tension and if the confusion I'd caused in the hotel hadn't happened then the look on your face could well have been amusing. You lifted your head, your mouth fell open and your eyes stared at me like two bottle tops as you took in the scene.

The scene of me naked apart from the white bra and thong. The scene of my ash, blonde hair tumbling down trying to reach my bare shoulders. The scene of the protuberances of my horrendously swollen nipples through the white bra. And of course the scene of your Mrs Robinson inviting you to make love to her, this older woman, in the open beside a river in the grass and under the trees.

As we fell into each others arms it was almost surreal. Like an erotic art film in slow motion.

Our arms went round each other, our mouths met and we kissed long, deep and lovingly. We stroked each others body. I helped you out of your tee shirt and you, effortlessly this time, undid my bra. As I fumbled at your belt you knelt and slid your zip down so that between us we pulled your trousers and boxers down in one sweep.

You looked magnificent naked. Your firm chest, flat stomach and lithe legs. Your taught bum, tapered back and slim waist. And of course at the front dominating all else was your gorgeous genitalia. Fully erect, your penis reared up your flat tummy so that its tip was above your naval. Your full, so caressable looking scrotum hung awesomely far down your thighs that I couldn't resist cupping that in one hand as with the other I started to slide ,my thong down but your hands on the elastic stopped that and you did it for me.

"Oh God Cat," you whispered "This is amazing but are you sure?"

"Oh yes Jon, oh yes my baby, I am sure, so sure," I burbled running my hands all over your face and hair and shoulders and chest as I rubbed my breasts against your chest and my tummy against your erection. "I am more sure about this than I have ever been of anything like this before," I mumbled on my garbled logic not seeming to faze you. "I want you so badly."

We fell to the grass rolling around in each others arm kissing and stroking, and caressing and rubbing each other as we moved inexorably through the various stages of foreplay. As we prepared our bodies and minds for what was coming next. As we anticipated the lovemaking to come. As we, I couldn't help thinking, got ready to have our first fuck.

Nothing other than the grass, the field, the river the trees and our bodies existed. All thoughts of morals, marriage vows, my husband and children and even of anyone chancing upon us vanished. Our total world became each other and our need to consummate our partnership.

And we did that, quickly, enthusiastically and wonderfully pleasurably. It didn't take long. Length of time was irrelevant; it was fulfilling our mutual need that was paramount. You grunted, moaned and sighed as you surged your wondrously hard cock up and down me as I hugged and kissed you. My legs were wide open my knees were drawn up to allow you the easiest access to me and the deepest penetration for me as I stifled my unusually strong need to cry out loud or even scream from the ecstasy of the pleasure you were giving me as we roared to that first, fabulous orgasm. Can there be a greater pleasure in the world I was asking myself as the tears ran down my cheeks? As we hung onto each living every second of that mutual climax I had no guilt, how could anything as wonderful as what we had just experienced be wrong, I was kidding myself?

If that first sex between us was monumental then what followed that afternoon in that field was simply historic.

Naked, I lay in your arms the sun beating down on us a gentle breeze occasionally wafting across our bodies as we came down from that awesome orgasm. We giggled and chatted, we touched and stroked each other. You were on your back, I turned onto my front and half laid on you squashing my breasts against your chest as I stroked your gface and ran my fingers through your hair and planted little kisses all over your face.

I felt so free and liberated. Our nudity, the open air, the sun, the breeze, the noise of the running river, the sounds of the birds and the post orgasm relaxation all combined to create an amazing kaleidoscope of feelings. It was part Alice Through the Looking Glass, part Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds and in total it was the most erotic situation I had ever been in.

So used had I become to a once a time sex session that when you started to kiss me firmer, when your tongue probed my lips open and you knee my legs, momentarily, I didn't know what was happening. But when I felt the long forgotten sensation of a cock hardening for a second time and this time against my leg, my heart started to pound. I reached down and found that you were, merely twenty minutes or so after cumming, nearly hard again. I wondered with such anticipation at both the physical and emotional requirements needed to make that happen; well for a couple of seconds I did, but my mind was quickly taken over by the prospect of having sex with you a second time.

Stroking your burgeoning cock I looked into your eyes and smiled.

"Mmmm, whose a naughty boy then?"

"Oh ma'am, it must be me," you joked back jerking yourself in my hand. "But it's only because someone makes me naughty," you continued placing both your hand on my sides just under my armpits and pulling.

You moved me up your body, you pushed again. I arched my back causing my tits to dangle over your face.

"Cat, your tits are fantastic," you said between taking mouthfuls of them onto your mouth and sucking on the creamy flesh and pink nipples; I thanked someone that Richard was away and we were apart for I knew my breasts would be covered in love bites.

"Just lay there, my baby," I whispered, my hand still holding your cock which wondrously was now nearly fully hard. It felt so good.

I sat up; your hands were still cupping and squeezing my boobs. I knelt, I straddled you, I wiggled so each knee was against your hips. Holding your gaze, I reached down behind me and again found your nearly hard penis. I stroked that and thrilled at the feeling of it growing to its full magnificence in my hand. I carefully rubbed its tip against my sensitive lips and my clit sending shock waves of sexual sensations through my entire body.

"Just relax my baby," I whispered running my fingertips around you lips, "Just lay there and let me do everything."

"Oh yes Cat, this is incredible," you groaned back slightly surging your cock in my hand.

I have no idea why or what made me then say. "Just lay there baby and let mumma do all the work. Let mumma fuck you."

The look in your eyes as I said those incredible words told me that I had hit on something. I felt a huge shudder rush through my entire naked body as I shoved your hard and throbbing cock right up my wet and swollen cunt.

Then, possibly like a mother having sex with her son, with my tits flying all over the place I fucked you until we again had a marvellously mutual climax. I collapsed on top of you feeling somewhat embarrassed at the things I had said as I had straddled you. We didn't mention it as we again lay in other arms enjoying the post orgasm tranquil feelings of returning to normality. We may even have dozed so relaxed and comfortable had we become in each others arms.

*

"Let's paddle in the river," you said when we woke.

"What a good idea," I agreed standing up, but we don't have any towels.

"Cat it's nearly ninety, we won't need towels."

"Oh shit, how daft, of course we won't, come on then last one in's a ninny," I said starting to run down the grassy bank towards the water.

With tits like mine, running isn't the best of ideas at any times. When naked it's a particularly daft thing to do. If they had been flying around all over the place just now when I fucked you, they were now as I ran down the slight hill almost over my shoulders.

But I felt good, no I felt great.

The freedom of being naked in the outdoors, the hint of potential danger of being caught, the sun on my bareness, the sounds and smells of the countryside, the warm afterglow of having had multiple orgasms and the sheer thrill of having you naked alongside me all combined into a dream-like sequence of events.

Of course we didn't paddle. We ran into the water my feet sinking into the mud a little and then you grabbed me, I slipped and fell and pulled you with me and we lay full length in the flowing water. It was cold, too cold really for immediately my nipples hardened to an amazing amount which, in reverse just about equalled the amount by which your cock shrank. That said it was different and hugely exciting to be in your arms in the shallow water as we kissed deeply.

Momentarily I thought you might try to have sex in there, but was thankful you didn't.

"Come on Cat let's get out, it's freezing, let's get warm."

Standing up I ran my fingertips across your flaccid cock. You didn't flinch making me realise just how far we had come from that day at the Marriott.

"And baby," I said putting my arms round your neck, squashing my tits against your firm chest and squirming my pubic mound against your cock "I know exactly the thing to do to get you warm."

*

It was only later at home alone, that the enormity of what we had done really hit me. Both whilst we were having sex and on my drive home I was running on adrenalin. I was so high it could have been any drug in the world. I really was out of my mind and probably drove home 'under the influence.' Not of drugs or booze, though, but of you and sex.

I became aroused on the drive home and several times stroked my breasts thinking that I should stop and masturbate, but motorways are not really jerk off friendly so I didn't. I did once I was indoors though.

After a shower, making a quick pasta and eating that with two glasses of Chianti, my mood changed. It was then that I realised what a watershed this afternoon had been. It was in both me breaking out from the shackles of my, now, verging on loveless and certainly as good as sexless marriage, but also in seeking sex elsewhere. But it hadn't just been elsewhere. I'd been elsewhere before, but hadn't felt like this.

I had never felt the gay abandon, the freedom, the sheer fun and dreamlike nature of what we'd done in that field. I did worry a little at just how crazy we had been and thanked my lucky stars that no one came along, but they hadn't.

In that field I had done things that no respectable, married, nearing middle aged woman would do. I had gone where they didn't go and I'd had feelings they just don't get. I'd been naked in a field, I'd been naked in a river, I'd been fucked in that field, I'd been fucked four times in that field and I had cum at least six times in that field. I had lived in the clouds, I had floated above real life and I had been given the sexual ecstasy that most women never get in their entire life, yet I still had tomorrow for more. Yes tomorrow certainly is another day when I have a man of twenty to fuck me continuously.