i have nebulous plans.
i know that there will be fucking outside oh glorious glee but i do not know where or when or quite exactly how.
i know that i have to pack a blanket and that he will likely pack weed, tequila and lube. not that i really need lube.
i know that i will hear him sigh and groan and that he will hear me sigh and moan and that both of us will feel the other’s body convulse. likely on or around the same time at least once.
i am aware, in a general way, of where i will be this weekend and i am aware, in a most specific way, of who i will be with.
there will be scorching sun and some breezes and lovely food and good company. not to mention a boat ride and lots and lots of double entendres.
he will fix me with his pretty blue eyes and somehow my brain will read his brain and my nether regions will twitch and his nether regions will stir and our breaths will quicken and we will pant, ever so gently, as we long to rip each other’s clothes from ourselves.
we will grope each other discreetly and die of yearning as we wait for the boat to arrive.
we will go for a long walk and have some food and then suddenly, without prior planning and yet in utter and complete agreement we will arrive at the correct set of bushes. the grouping of trees in which i will have my first official outdoor shag.
i’ve had face and given head in the outdoors.
i am reminded of a hot and dark summer night in the villa borghese and a man with a VERY large cock. a cock that was so large that my extremely fresh vagina didn’t like it at all. a cock i would dearly love to fuck again as a fully functioning sexual adult.
regardless i’ve had sex in a car that was half in and half out of the car. that experience formed the framework for redwoods in fact.
i’ve just never had full on animal sex outside and i can’t wait.
can’t wait.
it’s a first i look forward to putting behind me. perhaps i’ll be had from behind just for the symbolic funny of it all.
perhaps i’ll be tied to a tree or perhaps i won’t.
maybe, if i’m really lucky, someone will come along and see me panting and moaning and gasping in the woods that day. perhaps they’ll even let me see them seeing me.
maybe they’ll let me watch them as they take out their own pink bits and gasp and moan and shudder themselves to completion. maybe my lover will catch them and invite them to join in.
or maybe he’ll just put on a show for them, stroke me to a fever pitch until i’m crying and moaning and soaking the old blanket i’ll be on. hips shuddering and twitching and moving beyond any kind of conscious control.
he’ll play me like a violin as they watch and touch themselves with ever more frantic movements until they too are gasping and twitching and shuddering right along with me.
maybe i’ll shout as i buck myself senseless and come in a flood of girl juice, shout so loud i won’t hear my watchers as they shoot their own happy juices. shout so loud i’ll attract the attention of nearby walkers and they will nod knowingly to each other and leer.
shout so loud that i’ll inspire at least one other couple to find their own set of bushes.
or maybe? maybe i’ll just get thoroughly fucked in the bushes…
