Red Letter Day

After finding a suitable spot we stretched out the blanket and opened the wine, and after enjoying a couple of glasses I asked her to stand up and take off her clothes. She was reluctant at first and wanted to kneel down and take them off but I insisted on her standing. Her face reddened as she stood up and looked around before undressing. "Someone might see!" she kept saying.

"That's part of the excitement," I told her.

I loved to watch her undress, even after seven years of knowing her, she could make the art of taking off her clothes so sensual and so erotic. As she tossed her panties down on the ground I made her stand with her hands on her hips so that I could take in her lovely, slim body. Her 36DD breasts rose with each intake of breath. Her nipples stood erect. Her shaved, protruding mound invited attention. I beckoned her closer and gripped her thighs as I knelt and kissed her pussy lips. She groaned slightly as I pushed my tongue into the folds of flesh seeking out her clitty. Helen loved oral sex. She moaned softly and rested her hands on my head as I probed her. Her juices rushed to meet my tongue as I entered her. I took my time savouring her, not just enjoying the taste of her as I buried my tongue deep inside her, but also exploring the folds of flesh of her inner lips. From time to time I would tease her clitty by running the tip of my tongue over her hood before delving underneath to drive her wild.

I always knew when she was getting close to cumming. Apart from her groans and cries, her grip on my head would get tighter and tighter. Sometimes her nails would dig into my scalp and other times her hands would grip my hair and pull fiercely. Today she was pulling my hair as her groans echoed around the wood. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was not in the confines of our bedroom but out in the open and that anyone within a quarter mile radius would hear her. Her final cry sent a flock of birds noisily fleeing the trees around us.

After she came she sank down to her knees and began to kiss me. She loved the taste of her own juices and she ran her tongue over my chin and cheeks crying out that she loved me. Then when she had finished she pushed me back against the ground and began to frantically pull at my trouser belt and zipper. "I'm gonna fuck you," she cried.

This was supposed to be my fuck. I was supposed to be the one in control, but she was having none of it. With my trousers and briefs around my ankles she sat astride me and lowered herself down. With one hand guiding my erection to her opening she sank down. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" she cried as she started to move up and down on my erection.

Helen could be so prim and proper normally but if you ever observed her having sex you would never believe it. She could be vocal and aggressive and that day she was wilder then ever. I reached up with my hands and held her breasts. "Come on fill me...fill me...fill me you bastard!" she cried. I didn't want to rush. I wanted to cum slowly but she was already cumming and so I just let go and emptied myself into her.

We lay there for a while afterwards in the warmth of the sun and in the afterglow of love and then we began kissing and touching. Her fingers stroked me into another erection and I rolled her over onto her back and mounted her. This time it was my fuck. I was in control this time and as she hooked her ankles around mine I slowly fucked us both into another climax.

But that was then and this was now. There was a red envelope in my hand along with the others. "Are you going to give me a clue as to what it might contain?" I asked her.

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