Now that the weather seems to be a bit warmer H and I have decided that is time to break free from the bedroom and take our naughty exploits into the big wide open. We’re lucky enough to live in an area where we are surrounded by beautiful countryside, ideal for going for long, rambling walks on summer afternoons. One sunny day we decided to take ourselves off up into the hills for an afternoon stroll. Map in hand, we made our way along narrow footpaths, over stiles into fields of wild flowers and past old tumble down stone farm buildings. The sun was warm on our pale winter skins and we wandered along enjoying each others company on such a beautiful day. Pausing for a moment to check the map and get our bearings, we even joked that today wouldn’t give me anything to write about in my blog and that most readers would probably be a bit disappointed to hear that Racy and H did something as normal as this in their spare time!

As we looked at the map however, it became clear that we had a bit of a problem. The footpath printed so clearly on the paper did not seem to exist in real life and our way now seemed to be blocked by dark woodland spreading out around us. We climbed over a stile into a muddy lane undecided which way to go for the best and after much debate I suggested that we should go straight on across a field that led into the woods and try to pick up the path from there. As we walked through the trees, picking our way between fallen branches, I could tell that the normally cucumber cool H was getting rather irritated with me. It was now quite late in the day and we still hadn’t found the path. It wasn’t entirely my fault - but I was supposed to be the one reading the map! Eventually, as we slid down a muddy bank we could see something between the trees in front of us and within a minute we were standing on the elusive path, H checking the map to make sure we went in the right direction this time.

We walked along the path in silence, H striding out ahead, not even looking back to check if I was ok. This now called for drastic action and I began to think of a suitable plan. We were still deep in the woods and as I looked up and down the long straight path I could see no one else about. Listening carefully, all I could hear was the sound of bird song. It was time to put my plan into action. Giving a loud yelp of pain, I crouched down rubbing my ankle. H turned around and walked back towards me, asking if I was ok. Looking up at him through my long eyelashes, I muttered that I had twisted my ankle but would probably be fine. As he stood in front of me, I reached up and quickly undid his jeans, sliding my hand inside the waistband of his shorts. His gasp of surprise came at the same second as I felt his cock begin to stiffen under my fingers. Murmuring that I was very sorry that we’d got lost and that I’d like to make it up to him, I slid his jeans and shorts down over his hips and took his rapidly hardening cock in my hand.

Kneeling in front of him and cupping his balls in one hand, I began to slowly run my fingers along the length of his cock. Looking up I saw him turn his head from side to side, checking to see if anyone was around. The risk of discovery heightened the sexual thrill and within a moment he was completely hard, his shaft long and smooth in my hand. Sticking out my tongue, I traced around his balls and then upwards along the shaft to the tip. I licked my lips and placed them round the head of his cock before drawing him completely into my wet mouth. He gasped again and placed his hands either side of my head, holding me close to him, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, putting my hands onto his buttocks to hold onto him as I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. ‘Oh Racy, yes……’ he shouted as I felt his cock begin to twitch and as I sucked at him he came, his come filling my mouth and sliding down my throat.

I pulled away from him, licking the last drops of his come from my lips and looked up to meet his eyes. He pulled me up towards him and held me tightly as he recovered from the fast and frantic blow job. Just then we heard the sound of voices and realised that someone was walking towards us from further along the path. As I shielded him, H buttoned up his jeans and we resumed our walk - hand in hand. Passing the group of walkers who nearly caught us behaving so badly, we smiled and nodded hello to them and I softly said, ‘See, there are some things I can find very well without a map….!’