Walk in the Woods

"From behind?" I asked. She nodded readily, lifting herself off me and kneeling in my place, while I switched to kneel behind her.

This was what I needed. One hand on my cock, one hand on her arse, as I steadied my aim. I took a moment over edging the flared head past her lips, into the tight, hot, ridged tunnel. Her cunt twitched and gripped as I slowly sank my full length into her pussy. This, though, was not the occasion for a slow, romantic screw. What Emmy and I needed, was a thorough shagging. No messing about.

I set a brisk pace, running my cock deep into Em as she pushed back towards me, then slipping back as we parted, almost freeing my head, before we swung back together. With one hand, I reached forward to grasp a gently swaying tit, before Emmy fell forwards out of my reach: pinching her own nipple, and reaching down to frantically twiddle her clitoris.

Grabbing her slim hips, instead, I increased the speed of my strokes, repeatedly impaling the whimpering. Feeling the tension in my balls and pelvis build, I could tell it was mirrored in Em's on-rushing climax, as her cunny spasmed, gripping my cock.

Emmy buried her face in the rug, a moaning wail slipping from her as her twat clamped on my cock. The extra compression on my next thrusting drive into her was enough, and my muscles clenched. In shuddering bursts, my semen pulsed out, deep in her cunt, as Em's hips bucked their tattoo on mine. After a moment, we collapsed; gently; sideways; my cock still between her legs. Lying behind (beside) her, I stroked her soft flank, and cupped a little boob, while I kissed the back of her head.

"I wasn't too loud, was I?" she murmered.

"Not too bad," I teased her, "We should head back, though."

"I know," she sighed. Disentangling herself, Em stood on slightly unsteady feet. Finding her panties, she tugged them on, then her bra, and pulled on her top and skirt. After a bit of teamwork to make her hair respectable (a good part of the reason she'd gone on top, I expect), we made our way back to the reception, now in full swing.

Waiting at our table, an only slightly-flushed-with-orgasms Mel sat. Andy was dreamily nursing another pint.

"How was your walk?" asked Em, mischievously.

"Just grand," smiled Mel.

And I swear, she slightly cocked her eyebrow as she asked "There's lots to see in the grounds, isn't there?"