The first Saturday in August was short sleeve weather without being hot. So, I was a little surprised and more than delighted when Amy came out of her house dressed as she was. Our first time the previous Monday night had been incredible with me busting my nut twice, down her throat. My two grand had been money well spent and I was glad I hadn’t been stingy. She had clearly considered it a generous sum. More than that, my young sex kitten had more or less given me carte blanche to call her up when I felt like it.
What I had originally conceived as a now and again kind of affair had quickly become an opportunity to make a complete pig of myself with the sexiest girl I had ever seen. At her café or refectory as she instead I called it, she looked delightful but had the air of the girl next door. Her standard issue pinafore and faded jeans hardly gave a clue to the sheer fuckability that she exuded in her free time. I pulled up outside her house at one pm. She appeared a minute later, in navy football shorts and black knee high socks. Her pale lemon top was tied at the waist, revealing her perfectly toned midriff.
“Hi Mike.”
“Wow! Amy, you look absolutely amazing!”
“I thought you’d like this. I thought the shorts would be practical.”
“Hmmm… no knickers?”
“Course not.”
“You spoil me Amy!”
“As long as you’re happy.”
“I am happy babe.”
I leaned towards her and we kissed. I didn’t think she was wearing a bra and that was soon confirmed with a brief fondle through her top. Her nipples began to stiffen as I caressed each breast in turn. Aware that one of her neighbours might walk past at any minute I started the engine and headed for the rural country in the south of the county, near the border of Rutland. It’s probably the most uninhabited area in the Midlands, ideal for an afternoon of lechery.
“How was you’re aunt’s birthday?” I asked.
“Good. We went for a Chinese in the end.”
“Ah, more of an Indian man myself.”
“Ooh no, too spicy!”
“You could have a korma.”
“Nah.. I like Thai.”
“Yeah, I like their curries.”
“Do you eat out much Mike?”
“No, no one to go with…”
Amy looked at me furtively.
“That’s not a hint Amy. Just saying.”
“Maybe on your birthday, as a treat,” said Amy, warmly.
“Not till January then. When’s yours?” Next week. Eleventh of August.”
“Oh right. What are you doing?”
“I’m going to Birmingham shopping and meeting a couple of friends.”
“Fantastic.”
“Yeah, looking forward to it.”
“Amy, do you get chatted up much on nights out?”
“No, I think the glasses put guys off.”
“Rubbish. You look sexy. I think that slightly geeky look suits you.”
“Thank you. When were you going to stop?”
“We can find a little lane near Oakham.”
“Do you want me to suck you first?”
“I was thinking… but seeing you like that I really want to fuck you.”
“You can fuck me and I’ll give you a nice blow job to finish.”
As you can imagine, I was negotiating the traffic just east of Leicester, while nursing a very nice hard-on. Whenever we came upon traffic lights I gave her legs a stroke and felt her pussy through her shiny football shorts. It was a frustrating fifteen minutes to the pastoral land near Rutland Water, but with the advantage of a multitude of farm tracks, with only the odd inquisitive cow, munching grass by the hedgerow. I pulled up at an ideal place. I wound the windows down, which allowed a nice breeze to flow through the car. Besides that, there was a faint buzzing of bees and a distant piece of farm machinery. We unfastened our belts and I reclined my seat a little and loosened my trousers to give Amy free access to my cock. I put my hand inside her shorts and fingered her pussy, which was beautifully warm and moist. A few seconds stimulation and my fingers were gliding in and out of her wet little quim. She had taken my cock out and was giving me a very nice, slow hand job.
“If you put your seat back Mike, I can ride you.”
“Shit, Amy, I’ll come before you can get off.”
“You won’t. Just tell me. I’ll jump off and I’ll suck you.”
“OK, but slowly baby, OK?”
“Slowly Mike.”
“Or… how about you lean over that gate, and I’ll fuck you doggy.”
“Someone will come!”
“They won’t Amy. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me, no one will come. Just lift your shirt up first.”
Amy untied the two ends of her lemon blouse and her tits were there for the fondling. She straddled me, with my cock brushing the gusset of her shorts. I sucked her breasts tenderly, which made my cock rock hard. Her nipples are so suckable. They were ripe and juicy and I kissed them all over and rubbed my face between her boobs. Her pussy was rubbing against my cock and even though it was just the polyester fabric, I was beginning to lose my self control. Her ass bumped into the steering wheel, sounding the car horn, and eliciting a ‘moo’ from one of the nearby cows.
We climbed out of the car and in very little time I had her shorts down and was rubbing my cock between her pussy lips. I was more stoked up than I could have imagined, my heart thumping in my chest. It was a quiet spot, but I looked up and down the lane to make sure we weren’t going to be disturbed. She gripped onto the top bar of the steel gate and stuck out her lovely arse. I gave her legs and bum a good feel, stroking and kneading her smooth flesh. My cock was waving around in the milky sunshine and then I was in. I held onto her hips for a bit of purchase and went ball deep, driving in and out of her lovely wet snatch. In contrast to her normal reserved demeanour, Amy was moaning louder than she had at my house. There was something very exhilarating about shagging her in the clear country air. Her bum cheeks looked so good rippling in sympathy with my urgent thrusts. I was grunting and groaning, which was in keeping with our surroundings. I wasn’t far off shooting my load, but Amy was about to beat me to it.
“Oh fuck Mike! I’m going to cum!”
“Oh yes baby! Just let go.”
Her pussy was so wet as I shagged her hard, my cock burning with all the wonderful sensations of pre-orgasm. I was breathing so hard, I was snorting, holding back as she yelped with orgasm. She was actually shaking as my cock was close to exploding and I pulled out and shot my load, making a mess of her ass. I came noisily as always, my spunk flying every which way, creaming her bum cheeks.
“You OK baby?”
“Yes. Where did you come?”
“It’s all over your ass. Wait a minute.”
I had gone a little dizzy and I had to sit in the driver’s seat for a second or two before I cleaned her up. We dressed quickly and another of my sexy boxes was ticked. That is - sex out doors. I wouldn’t have chosen a better place or a better partner to do it with. One of these times we would have a proper, long fuck session but she was such a turn on I was always at full stretch even to make the five minutes.
“That was a good one,” said Amy.
We leaned against my car drinking dandelion and burdock. I never drink and drive, even though it would have been a nice day to crack open a bottle of wine. I had put the fizzy drink in a cold hamper with some ice. The taste was so evocative of my childhood, although the circumstances then, had been rather different. Probably a family picnic.
“Where are we going now?” She asked.
“We can drive a bit further, maybe to Eyebrook.”
“OK, do you want me to give you a blow job?”
“Yeah! I’ll be ready again by then.”
“I’ll do you really slowly and you can come in my mouth.”
“You like it then?”
“I do actually. I wasn’t sure if I would, but it turns me on.”
“Flipping heck Amy, you’re incredible.”
“Why?”
“You just are. I’m getting hard again. What’s that? Six minutes?”
“That’s good isn’t it?”
I kissed my sexy fuck buddy and we snogged properly for the first time. It was a really yummy, lingering French kiss. Amy is a very good kisser, to add to her other attributes. Her detached attitude to everything just made the whole thing all the better. I wasn’t sure if it was her way of dealing with our illicit liaison or if she was deliberately behaving that way to turn me on. It was like every time was the first time with her. She appeared to be actually encouraging me to get as randy as possible.
We continued on our afternoon drive and Amy told me she was planning to go to Tenerife with her best friend.
“When are you flying out?”
“We’ve got a package. We go a week on Friday.”
“It’s going to freaking hot there, in August.”
“I know. It’ll be great.”
“OK, well put plenty of oil on.”
“I will. Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I couldn’t have afforded it without you.”
“That’s OK Amy.”
“It’s just. I don’t suppose…?”
“What?”
“I could do with a bit of spending money.”
“That’s all right. How much?”
“Three hundred?”
“Oh, OK yeah. Is that enough?”
“Yeah, it’s just for drinks and presents.”
“OK, I’ll make it four, anyway.”
“Ah thanks, I appreciate it.”
“My pleasure.”
If I wondered if I was getting a good deal, any doubts had been dispelled the night before. I had checked out a local escort agency website, out of curiosity and the prices were staggering. They were asking for eight hundred quid for an overnight booking and two thousand five hundred for a weekend! I considered my arrangement with Amy pretty darned good, based on that. Furthermore, I bet they weren’t half as hot as her.
We stopped at a pub in the village, so Amy could have a pee. There were some guys smoking outside and they were checking her out.. I was thinking, ‘Yeah you have a good look mate, but I’m going to be fucking her tonight.’ That did my old ego no harm at all.
“All good?” I asked, when she was strapped in again.
“Yes thank you.”
We drove on and found a very nice spot, well away from the beaten track. Before we got down to business I had to fondler her through her clothes again. Loose tops and shorts were ideal for the purpose of wanton groping. Her tits, bum and pussy were all given equal attention as she knelt in her seat, with her hands on the head rest. When I was as hard as I could possibly be, I lay back and found myself identifying the buttercups and wild geraniums by the roadside as Amy took me into her mouth. My concentration didn’t last for long, and I closed my eyes and just let her do her work.
Amy’s technique was perfect. She wanked me slowly, teasing my foreskin up and down gently as her lips held my glans with the lightest pressure. Her tongue glided around the bulbous end, making me shiver with pleasure. Now and then she would pause and stroke my shaft with her tongue and tickle my balls with her finger tips as she sucked me. I had my hand inside her shorts and was feeling her ass. Her legs were so fucking sexy with those knee high socks. I twanged the tops with my fingers as her head bobbed up and down. She was taking it slow and easy; building me up gradually to yet another fantastic orgasm. Her beautiful auburn black hair was sprawled over my legs and I clutched handfuls of those gorgeous flowing locks. She continued to suck me, taking me past the point of no return and I filled her mouth with my spunk.
“Fuck! Fuck Fuck! Amy!”
She looked at me with the knowing smile of a job well done.
“Enjoy?”
“Perfect baby. Perfect.”
“Good. Have you got any more of that Dandelion and Burdock?”
“Yeah, it’s in the boot.”
“What’s burdock?” She asked, clutching her beaker.
“It’s a plant. The family Asteracea.”
“Oh. Do you know everything about plants.”
“No. I don’t do grasses. They’re a nightmare. Same with brambles. Four hundred species of blackberry in Britain.”
“Really? I thought a blackberry was a blackberry.”
“I know, most people do.”
It was great to talk to Amy about normal stuff, although I was wary of boring her with my knowledge of botanical minutiae. We drove home via the scenic route and I fucked Amy in the evening in my living room. Before I took her home, we arranged to go to Derbyshire, in the Peak District for one night. I wasn’t sure if she would agree. Maybe it was too much like girlfriend stuff, but happily she said OK. It was only one night and she said she would go if we could have breakfast in bed. I understood that she might feel uncomfortable doing the happy couple thing at breakfast. It suited me. I bought her some new lingerie for the occasion. Stockings and suspenders and crotchless panties. I’ll tell you all about it in part four.