Chris Saunders and
Claire Paddon had lived in Shallowfield all their lives and so they were no
strangers to Teardrop Lake.
The Lake was shaped
like a teardrop, hence its name, and was surrounded by the ancient woodland of
the Dancingdean Forest.
It wasn’t a huge body
of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.
One hot summer Saturday they were walking along the Northern Perimeter
road and were just approaching the 16th
Century Stone bridge when Chris said he was starting to feel the heat so he suggested
they leave the road in favour of the coolness of the woods in a dense area of
ancient woodland, and followed the path that threaded its way through the
woods, a well-trod path that meandered its way towards the waterfall and
halfway along the path, they heard the sound of gurgling water.
The sound grew louder
and louder with every yard they climbed until eventually they reached Shoe
Buckle Falls.
It was so named, so
legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the
forest by Parliamentarian troops but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls
without leaving any other trace other than a shoe buckle that they found in the
vicinity.
When they reached the
falls, he said
“It’s a bit cooler up
here”
“I’m not sure you lured
me into the woods so I could cool down” She retorted “You’re more interested in
getting me hot”
“Well, you’re partly
right” he said and turned to face her
“Oh?” she said, “Which
part?”
“I didn’t get you up
here to cool down” he confessed
“So why are we here?”
she asked suspiciously
“So, I can ask you to
marry me?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes, of course I’ll
marry you” she replied and kissed him
When she released him, he slipped the ring on her finger and Claire audibly gasped as she looked at the ring then at him
then at the ring again.
“It’s a bit big so
we’ll need to get it resized” he said
“You can’t have it
back” she said adamantly, and it slipped off her finger and bounced off the log
she was standing beside and landed by his feet, but Claire didn’t notice where
it dropped.
“It must have bounced
over here” she said as she stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the
undergrowth, the result of which for Chris was a perfect view of her white
pants.
She was poking about
at the undergrowth the other side of the tree with her hand trying to feel for
the ring, and as she reached further and further, she caused a delightful
quiver of her buttocks.
Chris picked up the
ring and enjoyed the magnificent view of her cute buttocks jiggling in front of
him.
“It must be in here”
she said
“Can you see anything from where you are?
“No I can’t see it yet” he replied then she wriggled forward slightly until her
toes were off the floor and exposed more of her lovely arse.
Then in an effort to
prevent her overbalancing her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting
rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely
exposed as the knicker leg rolled into her bum crack.
He could hear Claire
muttering as she wriggled again on the log and wispy strands of curly hair
appeared visible against her white panties.
“Can you see it yet?”
“No not yet” he
replied lustfully staring at her crotch as she wriggled again, and he was
staring libidinously at her glistening Minge
“I can see it now” he said,
“Really? do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Claire, no problem I’ll have my hand on it any second”
Then he slipped two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was
happening.
“There I’ve got it” he
said as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh Chris, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash, but she lathered
up very quickly and was soon very creamy.
As he continued to
frig her, she was moaning rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moans
was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax, and it was time to
fuck her.
As he continued to
stroke her quim, he dropped his shorts and took out his cock, pulling on it to
expose his purple helmet.
Chris pushed his thumb
inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed
her hairy cunny, Claire moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her
juice glistened on his bell end in the dappled sunlight and he repeated this
again and again and each time her moan grew louder, then she could wait no
longer and wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid down his shaft,
letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices
immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure, as
she gripped on to the tree and he pounded her pussy from behind.
He reached up and
yanked her shirt from her waistband and groped her little tits.
Her moans gave way to
yelps and squeals, growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased, until she
screamed, and her body shuddered and then he shot into her, his cock was still
twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous
sigh.
After a moment or two,
he kissed her on the neck and withdrew his cock from her fanny and she sighed
again.
As Chris redressed
himself Claire was still clinging onto the tree
periodically sighing
as she lay in exactly the same position as she was when he pulled out of her
and with each sigh her left leg twitched.
After a few minutes
and several more satisfied sighs she slid herself off the tree trunk and her
legs almost gave way, and she giggled.
“That was really
lovely” she said and kissed him.
“Oh shit” she
exclaimed
“What’s the matter?”
he asked
“My ring, I have to
find my ring” Claire said in a panic
“It’s in my pocket” he
said
“What? Did you have it
all the time” she asked, and he nodded
“I hate you” she said
but undermined her statement by kissing him very passionately.
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