As we walked across the heathery hillside, I could not take my eyes of my lovely wife's ass in front of me. She was wearing a lovely denim skirt that stopped at her thighs. Every time she took a step up the mountain path the skirt rode up a little bit and then came back into place.
To be honest I had genuinely stopped to refasten my laces, but greated with my wife's lovely bottom, let's say I took my time to catch up to her.
When I had first met my wife all those years ago, I recall escorting her and her friend to the liquor store. They were chatting quite happily on the way and this was the first time I had met them so was walking a little behind. I'll admit I was checking out both of their arses, but Lisa had a figure hugging dress on and so my eyes were very much drawn in her direction.
I've always been a bit of an arse and legs man. Not sure why, but lets say having this lovely view infront of me was distracting a little from the beautiful countryside all around us.
However I could not walk behind her all the way as whilst I'm sure she did not mind me looking, it would be a bit weird to be on a walk together but not be together.
So I put my growing stiffness to one-side and caught up with Lisa. To this very day we always hold hands. You would think after so many years together this simple contact would have declined. But like saying " I love you", every single day, kissing each other affectionately in public as well as passionately in the bedroom, holding hands and cuddling brought great fulfillment to me even after all these years.
We walked and talked about work, friends, the kids, life on Facebook, even the election. But at other times we just enjoyed the silence of the countryside together.
Even when home alone in the middle of the night you never really achieve that pure silence. Were as out here on the moors you could have minutes were even the noise of birds and insects was a rarity.
We had been walking for about 10 minutes and there were so few people about. We had probably given a friendly hello to about 3 people and a dog. We patted the dog but not the people.
But for the last few minutes there had been no one about. We decided to take a break on a large stone by the side of the path. It had a smooth flat surface so was ideal for a natural seat from which we could catch our breath and enjoy the amazing views of rolling hillsides.
After a minute or two of enjoying the peace and serenity, ( also having the chance to damp down my slightly sweaty forehead). Both me and Lisa leaned into each other to kiss. I loved kissing Lisa. It truly was a unique experience. Being swingers I had kissed a few ladies over the years and what was quite clear was that there were many techniques that different people preferred.
All kissing was nice but the difference was that comfortable nature of the kiss. We knew each other so well and there was no awkwardness or hesitancy. Sometimes when kissing a new partner you may go in with a bit of caution not wanting to be overly tongue enthusiastic, even if that is what you both desire.
With Lisa we simply merged into each others lips. She has wonderful soft lips and a tongue that excited me with every flick and swirl. We kissed with lust, passion, friendship and fun.
She would tease her tongue over the edge of my lips causing me to part my own lips, to seek out her tongue with my own. Only to then find her tongue had retreated back into her own mouth, almost as if trying to escape my own intruding tongue.
In the background we could here the noise of some cyclist or walkers, some distance away and the chirp of some insects in the grass.
As our kiss grew more passionate, my hands placed themselves on the cool smooth skin of Lisa's legs . It was a warm day but the bareness of her legs against the cool of the breeze was noticeable against my warmer hands. Lisa responded by pressing her body closer to mine. Her breast crushed up against my own chest, her hands held the back of my neck and stroked my hair.
I in turn responded by moving my hand higher up her thigh, to just under the hem of her skirt. My other hand was around her waist holding her close to me, as though if I left go she would vanish into thin air.
I could feel inside that my mind was drifting from snogging my lovely wife to more intimate thoughts of a more sexual nature.
I knew my cock was fairly stiff but my mind wandered, was Lisa also starting to cream up inside. If I moved my hand further, would she part her legs willing me to pull her panties aside and plunge my digits into her pussy. Or would it spoil the current feeling of romance and quiet affection.
I decided to keep it r-rated as the Americans call it. Risqué but not overtly explict. |
