Freya was normally a bit of a tomboy and most evenings
she was generally in jeans and a t-shirt but on this particular evening she had
a date so she wore a skimpy top and a little skirt.
He was four years older than she was and had a
reputation in the village for only being after only one thing.
A reputation she was keen to explore as she had
recently dumped her one and only boyfriend of 12 months.
Gary had been her first boyfriend and her only sexual
partner and although she had loved him and the sex was nice.
But she was only 17 and didn’t want to settle for nice
and she believed that Owen Green would give her what she wanted especially if
the rumours about him were true.
So it was
that Freya St David the five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned
strawberry blonde was waiting in the village by the entrance to Tipton country
park.
She had only been stood there for three or four minute
when she saw Owen coming her way, he was tall and muscular with bleached hair
and a lantern jaw.
“Hello babe” he said
She didn’t like being called babe and she assumed he
only used it so he didn’t have to remember names.
“Hi” she replied, he wasn’t really her type and she
didn’t suppose for a moment it would be anything other than a first date.
They had nothing in common other than they were both
hoping for a shag.
They were walking in the park on the way to the
country club and Freya was struggling to converse with him, he seemed incapable
of anything other than monosyllables but she was really horny and so she
persevered.
It was when they were about hallway to the club when
they heard a call
“Freya!”
She turned around and saw it was her friend Emma
“Oh shit” she said
“What’s the matter babe?” Owen asked
“It’s my friend Emma” Freya replied “if she tags along
we’ll never get rid of her”
“Come on then” he said and grabbed her arm “lets run
for it”
“FREYA” Emma shouted as they ran off down the path,
and then Emma ran after them.
“Down here” Freya said and took him down a path
leading into Tipton woods but Emma was gaining on them.
They reached a small clearing with a large fallen oak
“Up here babe” he said and scrambled up onto the oak
then he reached down and hoisted Freya up as if she was a bundle of matchwood.
Then he went up to the next bough and repeated the
operation and then they were concealed beneath the foliage and in the safety of
the shade by the time Emma arrived in the clearing.
Emma called Freya’s name a few times more and then she
muttered something under her breath before she went back the way she came.
After about five minutes they deemed it was safe to
climb down.
Owen went first and swung down from the large bough effortlessly.
It was a little more problematic for Freya because she
was so tiny.
“Slide down on your belly” he said
“What if I fall?” She asked thinking to herself that
this was not what she had in mind for the evening.
“I’ll catch you babe” he said
As it was she chose to shuffle herself down the bough
hugging it like a like a little ginger koala which she did to great effect.
But as she did so her skirt rode up the result of
which for Owen was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.
Freya was oblivious to that fact, as well as the subsequent
show she was putting on when her knickers rolled off her left buttock and
between her quivering cheeks.
She wriggled down another foot or so until her semi
exposed buttocks were illuminated by a shaft of golden evening sunlight.
Picking her out like a performer being hit by a follow
spot.
“You’re doing great” Owen said as he stood with one
leg either side of the bough so he could maximize the view
“Am I nearly there?” she asked
“Oh yes” he replied
Her toes were only about a foot above the main trunk
when apart from large areas of her lovely arse being visible to Owens delight,
wispy strands of curly hair became visible against her
white pants.
“Hold it there” he said and she froze.
“What is it?” she asked with alarm
But Owen didn’t answer instead he kept his eye on the
prize and slipped his fingers inside her.
“Oh.,,wen” was all she could manage as he started to
frig her and she knew it wasn’t just a rumour about him being a dog when it
came to women.
Freya gripped the bough tightly as he continued fingering
her until he pulled the elastic of her knickers aside and the rumour mill was
proved right and OH GOD that rumour was true too, she thought as he filled her.
And as he did so Freya filled the woods with moans of
audible pleasure as he roughly did what the rumour mongers said of him until in
mutual satisfaction they came.
When Owen pulled out of her he helped her down to
terror firmer.
She leant back against the trunk of the fallen tree as
her legs were a little wobbly.
Climbing trees may well not have been what she had in
mind for that evening but Oh God the climb down most certainly was.
As they redressed Owen said
“Do you want to go for that drink now?”
“No need” she said after all the drink was just a
prelude to sex, she’d had what she came out for and he wasn’t intelligent
enough company to sit and talk to.
On the walk home she met Emma
“That wasn’t very nice” she said indignantly
“What wasn’t?” Freya said
“Running away like that” Emma said “I know you saw me”
“Sorry” Freya said
“Why did you do it then?” she asked
“We wanted to be alone” Freya replied
“What for?” she persisted
“Honestly Emma you are such an innocent” she said
“Why do you think a girl wants to be alone in the
woods with a man?”
Emma just shrugged
“Sex” Freya said bluntly
“You had sex with him in the woods?” She asked shocked
Emma was the same age as Freya almost to the day yet
they were years apart in every other respect.
Bless Freya thought she’s such an innocent.
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