I have always been an outdoorsy person. I went on my first camping trip at eight months old, and my love for being outside has only grown. I’ve spent weeks camping, traveling across the US and back several times. When we go on vacation, we don’t just simply sit on the beach with a book and an umbrella drink. We have to bring special shoes that can go miles in mud or rain, ones that can take us up mountainsides and down into valleys to tromp through rivers. If it snows, we go outside. If it’s cold and rainy, we wear a coat. We endure in order to experience all that nature has to offer. I suppose I get a lot of this from my dad. He can’t stand to be indoors, I think the properly-conditioned air makes him itch. He gets seasonal depression when the weather turns cold and he isn’t able to sit outside as much.
It’s only natural that my love for the outdoors would mean that I also enjoy outdoor sex. We are lucky in that we live in a place where we can do this without imposing on other people. I might be a slight exhibitionist, but I most certainly do not want to include anyone who hasn’t consented. We have found plenty of ways to enjoy each other outdoors in sneaky and sexy ways that don’t involve unsuspecting witnesses.
The paddle across the tidal river had tired us out, we were hot and sweaty and there was little reprieve from the South Georgia sun on this deserted island. We unpacked the kayak and set up camp as quickly as possible, rewarding ourselves with an ice cold beer and the removal of all of our clothes. There was no one to see us anyway, and soon the sun would set and we would be clothed in darkness. We ran along the beach, feeling the wind on our bare bodies, crashing into the water to cool off and then sprinting out back into the heat.
He grabbed me as we stood next to a fallen tree, its branches like a giant skeleton rising out of the shallow water. He kissed me and pulled me to him, hot skin against hot skin, our breaths heaved in an out in unison from our wild frolicking. He looked me in the eye as he grabbed at my tits, his hands rough with sand and salt. Turn around. And I did. My hands braced against the driftwood, I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel like a wild animal, rutting here out in the open, the wind whipping the hair into my face. He took me there on the beach in broad daylight. I pushed back into him, wanting him deeper, wanting that lovely bite of pain from sudden rough sex. He pushed in, and I opened to him, my wetness inviting him to go harder and faster until he released inside of me with a grunt. Quick and without ceremony. It was over. He smacked my sun-kissed cheek and turned me to him, a smile on his face framed by salt crusted curls. We laughed and bounded back into the crashing waves, his come trailing from my body like a piece of floating seaweed.
It was his birthday and I planned a huge romantic surprise. Dinner at a fancy restaurant, romantic candlelight, steaks and red wine. The big surprise came after. I took him to the park, a bag of treats hung over my shoulder as we walked hand in hand through the manicured grass. The sun had just dipped below the horizon and the Live Oaks that lined the field looked like giants watching us. What are we doing here? I smiled mischievously and shook my head. I laid down a blanket and we snuggled down and watched the fireflies light up the sky around us. My bag had a few tricks inside, wine and sweets, but the best trick was not in the bag.
As soon as we were covered by darkness, I rolled on top of him. It’s time for your last surprise! I pulled his pants down and began to lick and suck at his hardening cock. I pulled my panties aside and straddled him, sitting on his cock until it was buried inside me. We rocked, grinding against each other, pulling each other closer to muffle our labored breath, kissing so that we didn’t cry out and give ourselves away. We were just a darker spot in a dark field, visibly invisible as we made love under the watchful eye of giants. The all-knowing stars above us winked, and the breeze threatened to carry our sounds to unknowing ears. When we were done, I could feel his come dampening the crotch of my panties as we lay there giggling into our plastic cups of wine.
That summer, it was our goal to find the perfect swimming hole. We would pack a picnic lunch, a couple of beers and a towel and get in the car and drive. We had a folded paper map that I would stretch out on my lap, looking for the biggest spots of blue that snaked across its crinkled surface. That one! I think that might be a good spot! And we would go there, winding around mountains on dirt roads, bouncing over the ruts and rocks, wondering if we would ever find our way back. I guess it didn’t really matter as long as we were together.
We found a spot, a cold blue-green river crusted white where the water rushed over large boulders. This was our spot. And we would go there sometimes to lay in the sun and float in the water, our eyes closed lazily as we day dreamed silently next to each other. We would sometimes walk along the riverside, looking for fish and flowers, salamanders and skipping stones. The only sound was the crashing water, the wind and the birds. We loved the feeling of being alone but surrounded by so much life.
I perched on a rock, the rough surface invading my short shorts, scratching the skin of my bared ass. Take off your shorts. He looked at me with that look, half grin, half smoldering sex god. I scrambled to fit them over my cumbersome water shoes, ugly and utilitarian, but so convenient until now. He leaned over me and pressed his hand into my chest, laying me back onto the rock, the sun blinding me and warming my exposed parts at the same time. The rock was a perfect height, and he knelt between my legs and kissed me there. Lapping and sucking until I cried out, my sound drowned out by the river. Then he pulled me off and turned me around, fucking me from behind as I watched the water pass by, my bare hips digging into the hard stone. My shoes became convenient once more when I stooped by the river to rinse him out of me, sending his come down stream.
We used to visit our house before we bought it, during that long period between offer and closing. It was so beautiful and all alone, no one had lived there for a long time. We took a picnic and drove up on a Saturday. We just wanted to wander around the yard and dream. Let’s put this here and we can put that there.The little house on the mountain that was soon to be ours called to us in more ways than one. As we lay there on the moss covered lawn under the shadow of hemlocks and rhododendrons, we became inspired. I moved on top of him, desperately clutching at his zipper while trying to rid myself of my own clothes. Please. Let’s. I was dripping for him, for the life we were about to live. I rode him for a moment, feeling him grow between my legs, spreading my dampness along his cock. When he finally entered me, I shivered, feelings greater than lust bubbling up inside of me. My hands on his chest, I pressed him into the dappled moss, my hips ground him into the soft earth. We christened our new home with our love, and then rolled over laughing, happy to find a place where we were free to fuck in the front yard.