The water gardens xx
If I remember rightly, the summer and autumn of 2010 was exceptional and one particular meet that I had during that glorious summer sticks in my mind.
I’d arranged to meet Debbie, over the Severn bridge, in a lay-by on the A48, to the north of Chepstow, in the late afternoon. The midday heat had now subsided and it was now a beautiful temperature. I always try to dress a little tarty and today was no exception as I had on my favourite pink summer body con mini dress, just a black bra, a thong and, probably, sillily, quite highish red heels, but I did feel good!! I didn’t have to wait long for Debbie who, I have to say, as she stepped out of her car, looked even more tarty than me, positively whory. Having said that, Debbie, with her very feminine looks can carry it off so well. She looked absolutely amazing, a black crochet see through top, red bra, red flared mini skirt, and like me, no stockings but beautifully tanned long legs and, again like me, stupidly, even higher heels.
Debbie loved cock, end off, sucking, fucking, she just couldn’t get enough and was soon along side me, in the car, fondling and wanking, my, by now massively enlarged cock. I had to practically fight her off, as our meet, if she carried on like that, would have been over before it had even started!!
We decided to drive on up the A48 looking for somewhere more secluded to enjoy some filthy sex. I was driving but Debbie just couldn’t leave my cock, alone, or for that matter hers either, and, with the sunroof back, Debbie wanking my cock with one hand and hers with her other hand. Glorious!!!
Anyone who knows the area will know of a National Trust property called Westbury Water Gardens and, as the car park was pretty empty, I decided to drive in. We could both see, through the wrought iron railings, that, although the gardens had some visitors, it was now quite quiet. We both agreed to go for it, but before I got out, I changed my skimpy thong for a more substantial pair of knickers, as there was no way I was walking around there with a raging hard, sowing under my tight dress !! Debbie, however, didn’t give a fuck, but luckily for her, her cock, even hard, is not that big and even if it did show, so what!!
Obviously, the two young girls at the desk, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads, as we walked or tottered in our cases, towards them, but in true NT professionalism, waved us though on showing our membership cards. It’s not one of the more popular NT properties and I’d guess there were only about half a dozen people strolling around plus a couple of gardeners in the orchard. The water gardens are based on a Dutch design favoured in the 16 and 17 century’s and, at the end of the formal gardens, there is a two story tower type building encompassing a viewing window looking down on the gardens. Debbie and I tottered up the stairs and, with no one else there and a good view, Debbie soon had me sat on a bench, dress up around my waist, knickers on my ankles, cock out and giving me one of her usual superb blow jobs. God that girl loves a hard cock. Luckily I had an excellent view of anyone approaching the tower so I was quite relaxed, well actually a bit too relaxed as it turned out, as not only had I’d been wanked by Debbie all the way from the lay-by but with her now going hammer and tongs on my enlarged cock I couldn’t hold myself any longer and I exploded my hot creamy spunk, deep into her mouth and throat. I thought, at one stage that I was going to fall off the bench, as I’d completely lost it, orgasm wise and neither off us heard the two ‘gardeners’ appear at the top of the stairs.
One of the men, I’d say was in his early sixties, fit, quite tall, tanned and in a rough sort of way, quite handsome. The other man, well I say man, was a young lad not much more than eighteen or nineteen, I’d say, slim, not bad looking and nowhere near as tall as the older man. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what had been going on although I don’t think the younger lad quite got the full picture!!! well not yet anyway. I nearly shit myself, scrabbling to pull my kickers up and dress down, all at the same time, but Debbie didn’t bat an eyelid casually wiping some of my spunk from her face with a tissue.
I can’t exactly remember the conversation Debbie had, other than, somehow ‘we’ both agreed to accompany the men to their shed near the back of the orchard. The older guy led the way, taking extra care to avoid the two girls at the entrance and any other punters, through the orchard, our heels sinking into the damp ground. Once we were in the shed, which was actually quite large and held, not only their gardening implements but also a table, several wooden chairs, two armchairs and a large, well worn sofa we were invited to sit down and make ourselves at home. The older guy obviously had designs on Debbie who, surprise surprise, did absolutely nothing to curb his sexual urges and, with his cock about to, very obviously, break out of his jeans any minute, she quickly undid his belt, buttons and zip and soon, was on her knees, sucking his, not inconsiderable sized cock for all it was worth. The young lad didn’t know where to look, but, feeling a bit sorry for him, I took him over to the sofa and, I’m sure he was scared stiff, started undoing his jeans too. He was shaking like a leaf, unlike the older guy who’d now turned Debbie over onto the large wooden table and was trying to force his cock into her spreadeagled ass.
The young lad couldn’t take his eyes off what the older guy was doing and, I’m sure, didn’t really notice that I’d got out his cock and was now giving it a good sucking. His cock, to start with, was quite small and limp, surprisingly, but I soon had him quite hard and I soon had his attention. Debbie was now, as usual when she was being fucked, especially by a big hard cock, making a lot of noise and the older guy was shouting at her to keep the noise down as he drove his cock harder and harder into her hole. I’d been sucking the young lad for a good couple of minutes before I came up for air and when I did I asked him if he’d like to do what the older guy was doing to Debbie. I’m not terribly sure if he said he wanted too but, by then, I’d turned over on the settee and had my ass in the air offering myself to him. Unlike Debbie, who could take a cock ‘dry’, if the situation demanded it, I needed some lub so I smeared a good dollop around my hole, and for good measure onto the end of his cock too. I’d hazard a guess that I was his first fuck and I’d bet a million dollars I was his first tranny!!! Anyway, fair does, he slipped into me beautifully and was soon emulating his older workmate in passion and stamina. He was actually a very good fuck, far better than I’d had from, certainly Debbie, who’s cock wasn’t that big and a lot of other gurls and admirers.
The older guy was now fucking Debbie up against the sheds wooden walls, harder and rougher than I’d enjoy, but luckily for Debbie, he exploded his load into her, his spunk plastering har ass and legs as he withdrew it and slumped back into one of the armchairs. I couldn’t help noticing that his cock was enormously thick and I’m glad he’d not had designs on me. Lucky escape there!!! The young lad had done well in the stamina stakes and despite, the older guy’s encouragement to fuck me harder, he soon cum, shaking and writhing, his hot cock shooting his hot sperm delightfully deep into me before, like his older workmate, slumping into the other armchair.
The two of them were well spent, absolutely fucked, slumped in the armchairs with not even enough energy to wipe or put their cocks away. Debbie had one hell of a smile on her face, like the cat who’d got the cream, but even then she wasn’t satisfied as, as the two of them looked on, she got out her hard cock, not as big as mine, I hasted to add, demanding ‘it’ be satisfied too. They both waved the request away so, without further ado, I positioned Debbie on the arm of the settee and gave her, what she reckoned anyway, was one of the best blow jobs she’d had. Her cock might not be the biggest but, god, could that girl deliver a load. I literally couldn’t swallow it all and my face and chin was soon plastered in her creamy spunk. Tasted delicious too, I might add!! She was still shooting and dribbling spunk as I moved away from her cock, leaving a big pool on the wooden floor, not that they’d have worried.
We must have said cheerio to them but I can’t be positive as I can’t imagine more than a dozen or so words had passed between us during our ‘liaison’. We probably, well I know we didn’t, look our best, certainly dishevelled and even more whory than when we’d come in but again just the odd raised eyebrow from the remaining girl on the gate as we exited.
The insatiable Debbie, would I expect anything less, wanked me off again in a lay-by on the way back and made me bring her off with one of her enormous dildos whilst lent over the back seat. Some girl that Debbie but I wouldn’t want her any other way. Great meet!!!
I’d arranged to meet Debbie, over the Severn bridge, in a lay-by on the A48, to the north of Chepstow, in the late afternoon. The midday heat had now subsided and it was now a beautiful temperature. I always try to dress a little tarty and today was no exception as I had on my favourite pink summer body con mini dress, just a black bra, a thong and, probably, sillily, quite highish red heels, but I did feel good!! I didn’t have to wait long for Debbie who, I have to say, as she stepped out of her car, looked even more tarty than me, positively whory. Having said that, Debbie, with her very feminine looks can carry it off so well. She looked absolutely amazing, a black crochet see through top, red bra, red flared mini skirt, and like me, no stockings but beautifully tanned long legs and, again like me, stupidly, even higher heels.
Debbie loved cock, end off, sucking, fucking, she just couldn’t get enough and was soon along side me, in the car, fondling and wanking, my, by now massively enlarged cock. I had to practically fight her off, as our meet, if she carried on like that, would have been over before it had even started!!
We decided to drive on up the A48 looking for somewhere more secluded to enjoy some filthy sex. I was driving but Debbie just couldn’t leave my cock, alone, or for that matter hers either, and, with the sunroof back, Debbie wanking my cock with one hand and hers with her other hand. Glorious!!!
Anyone who knows the area will know of a National Trust property called Westbury Water Gardens and, as the car park was pretty empty, I decided to drive in. We could both see, through the wrought iron railings, that, although the gardens had some visitors, it was now quite quiet. We both agreed to go for it, but before I got out, I changed my skimpy thong for a more substantial pair of knickers, as there was no way I was walking around there with a raging hard, sowing under my tight dress !! Debbie, however, didn’t give a fuck, but luckily for her, her cock, even hard, is not that big and even if it did show, so what!!
Obviously, the two young girls at the desk, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads, as we walked or tottered in our cases, towards them, but in true NT professionalism, waved us though on showing our membership cards. It’s not one of the more popular NT properties and I’d guess there were only about half a dozen people strolling around plus a couple of gardeners in the orchard. The water gardens are based on a Dutch design favoured in the 16 and 17 century’s and, at the end of the formal gardens, there is a two story tower type building encompassing a viewing window looking down on the gardens. Debbie and I tottered up the stairs and, with no one else there and a good view, Debbie soon had me sat on a bench, dress up around my waist, knickers on my ankles, cock out and giving me one of her usual superb blow jobs. God that girl loves a hard cock. Luckily I had an excellent view of anyone approaching the tower so I was quite relaxed, well actually a bit too relaxed as it turned out, as not only had I’d been wanked by Debbie all the way from the lay-by but with her now going hammer and tongs on my enlarged cock I couldn’t hold myself any longer and I exploded my hot creamy spunk, deep into her mouth and throat. I thought, at one stage that I was going to fall off the bench, as I’d completely lost it, orgasm wise and neither off us heard the two ‘gardeners’ appear at the top of the stairs.
One of the men, I’d say was in his early sixties, fit, quite tall, tanned and in a rough sort of way, quite handsome. The other man, well I say man, was a young lad not much more than eighteen or nineteen, I’d say, slim, not bad looking and nowhere near as tall as the older man. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what had been going on although I don’t think the younger lad quite got the full picture!!! well not yet anyway. I nearly shit myself, scrabbling to pull my kickers up and dress down, all at the same time, but Debbie didn’t bat an eyelid casually wiping some of my spunk from her face with a tissue.
I can’t exactly remember the conversation Debbie had, other than, somehow ‘we’ both agreed to accompany the men to their shed near the back of the orchard. The older guy led the way, taking extra care to avoid the two girls at the entrance and any other punters, through the orchard, our heels sinking into the damp ground. Once we were in the shed, which was actually quite large and held, not only their gardening implements but also a table, several wooden chairs, two armchairs and a large, well worn sofa we were invited to sit down and make ourselves at home. The older guy obviously had designs on Debbie who, surprise surprise, did absolutely nothing to curb his sexual urges and, with his cock about to, very obviously, break out of his jeans any minute, she quickly undid his belt, buttons and zip and soon, was on her knees, sucking his, not inconsiderable sized cock for all it was worth. The young lad didn’t know where to look, but, feeling a bit sorry for him, I took him over to the sofa and, I’m sure he was scared stiff, started undoing his jeans too. He was shaking like a leaf, unlike the older guy who’d now turned Debbie over onto the large wooden table and was trying to force his cock into her spreadeagled ass.
The young lad couldn’t take his eyes off what the older guy was doing and, I’m sure, didn’t really notice that I’d got out his cock and was now giving it a good sucking. His cock, to start with, was quite small and limp, surprisingly, but I soon had him quite hard and I soon had his attention. Debbie was now, as usual when she was being fucked, especially by a big hard cock, making a lot of noise and the older guy was shouting at her to keep the noise down as he drove his cock harder and harder into her hole. I’d been sucking the young lad for a good couple of minutes before I came up for air and when I did I asked him if he’d like to do what the older guy was doing to Debbie. I’m not terribly sure if he said he wanted too but, by then, I’d turned over on the settee and had my ass in the air offering myself to him. Unlike Debbie, who could take a cock ‘dry’, if the situation demanded it, I needed some lub so I smeared a good dollop around my hole, and for good measure onto the end of his cock too. I’d hazard a guess that I was his first fuck and I’d bet a million dollars I was his first tranny!!! Anyway, fair does, he slipped into me beautifully and was soon emulating his older workmate in passion and stamina. He was actually a very good fuck, far better than I’d had from, certainly Debbie, who’s cock wasn’t that big and a lot of other gurls and admirers.
The older guy was now fucking Debbie up against the sheds wooden walls, harder and rougher than I’d enjoy, but luckily for Debbie, he exploded his load into her, his spunk plastering har ass and legs as he withdrew it and slumped back into one of the armchairs. I couldn’t help noticing that his cock was enormously thick and I’m glad he’d not had designs on me. Lucky escape there!!! The young lad had done well in the stamina stakes and despite, the older guy’s encouragement to fuck me harder, he soon cum, shaking and writhing, his hot cock shooting his hot sperm delightfully deep into me before, like his older workmate, slumping into the other armchair.
The two of them were well spent, absolutely fucked, slumped in the armchairs with not even enough energy to wipe or put their cocks away. Debbie had one hell of a smile on her face, like the cat who’d got the cream, but even then she wasn’t satisfied as, as the two of them looked on, she got out her hard cock, not as big as mine, I hasted to add, demanding ‘it’ be satisfied too. They both waved the request away so, without further ado, I positioned Debbie on the arm of the settee and gave her, what she reckoned anyway, was one of the best blow jobs she’d had. Her cock might not be the biggest but, god, could that girl deliver a load. I literally couldn’t swallow it all and my face and chin was soon plastered in her creamy spunk. Tasted delicious too, I might add!! She was still shooting and dribbling spunk as I moved away from her cock, leaving a big pool on the wooden floor, not that they’d have worried.
We must have said cheerio to them but I can’t be positive as I can’t imagine more than a dozen or so words had passed between us during our ‘liaison’. We probably, well I know we didn’t, look our best, certainly dishevelled and even more whory than when we’d come in but again just the odd raised eyebrow from the remaining girl on the gate as we exited.
The insatiable Debbie, would I expect anything less, wanked me off again in a lay-by on the way back and made me bring her off with one of her enormous dildos whilst lent over the back seat. Some girl that Debbie but I wouldn’t want her any other way. Great meet!!!
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