The incessant rain had created a tension in the house, both Brad and I had lost our cool over the recent days. Being pent up in the house had also effected our sex life, it had been days and it only fuelled the uneasy tension.
So, naturally when the sun finally broke through on Friday I couldn’t wait for him to get home. I gave the camper a once over to make sure it was as ready as I was for my evening plans. As I got dressed I sent Brad a cheeky photo that I knew he would open at his desk, causing the blood to rush to his cheeks and elsewhere! There would be no doubt in his mind that I was underwear free. I got the desired response; “Clumber tonight? It’s been too long.” Yes it bloody has I thought as I finished my preparations.
As soon as he entered the house that negative tension was quickly replaced with sexual tension. It took all of our might not to get straight at it on the doorstep. I loaded the camper with a few chilled beers whilst Brad got himself ready.
The drive over was all the foreplay we needed. With the windows down and slow jazz playing over the stereo, the sun beat down on the pristine white paint work of the camper. My smile soon turned into more of a lip biting quake that always looks better in the movies than reality, as his hands slid up my floaty summer skirt, all the way… if he didn’t already know how much I wanted him, he sure did now. A few miles and moans later we were there, trees all around us, tucked away from onlookers, it was just the two of us.
He lent over straight away in a clumsy desperate manner that only comes with a desperate itch to find satisfaction. As much as I just wanted to go for it there and then, I pushed back and said; “No, I need to feel that fresh summer air all over me, we’ve been inside too long.” He knew exactly what I wanted.
I climbed into the back as he stepped out to open the side door, I grabbed a blanket knowing my knees would thank me later. Usually I’d have taken his shorts down and slid that needy cock to the back of my throat but we both knew this would be short and ever so sweet. So, like the good girl I am I got on my knees in doggy, and lifted my skirt. His face told me all I needed to know… more desperate than ever! I heard the rattle of his belt falling to the ground as I leant forward sticking my arse further into the air, deep and fast would be sure to satisfy us both. The rush of fresh air gave me fanny flutters no man could give me, I felt so free.
No need for Brad to use his ‘skills’ to get me in the mood, I was ready, and boy, was he! It almost felt like the first time all over again. The summer breeze was obviously working for him too, he was huge, and given how tight I felt it’s fair to say it gave that satisfying pain that only a long overdue fuck can give.
I can’t judge him for finishing moments later, I’d finished myself off within the first minute after giving my clit some attention anyway. As we fell away from each other and lay there in delight I lent over for the beers.
A toast – the first Dogger Blogger.