Ping.DebAllen: Hey. You free tomorrow, by any chance? XQuickeningPulse: Hey. Actually, yes…what did you have in mind? ;-)Ping.DebAllen: Country walk? The weather looks magic. No pressure, no expectations, we can just hang out. I could do with some fresh air and open spaces.QuickeningPulse: I know what you mean, clears the head and soul! Okay – where and when?Ping.DebAllen: We could park up at the canal marina, around 10? It’s about mid-way between us.QuickeningPulse: Works for me.Ping.DebAllen: Great. One rule, though, if you’re game…QuickeningPulse: Uh-oh! Go on…Ping.DebAllen: Commando.QuickeningPulse: Ah… Edgy, I like it! Count me in.…..The next morning, the butterflies had started. No pressure, she said, but we’d been pretty saucy on the messages for a while. There was a definite tension there, in a good way. But neither of us had seen each other’s faces – just pretty much everything else. Still, nothing ventured…I packed a bag with water and snacks, and left, getting there a bit early. I parked under the trees, checked my phone. No messages – she was either on her way or wouldn’t show.Just before ten, a blue convertible BMW pulled in, top down: A woman, by herself, with long brown hair tied back, dark glasses. Was it her? She parked up and pressed whatever buttons made the roof fold back over. Then the door opened and she stepped out.It was definitely her – I recognised those legs. She was wearing a nearly knee-length summer dress, black with some yellow pattern on and buttons all the way up the front, and hiking shoes. Behind (or maybe with) the shades, she was a stunner – full lips, great collar bones, slight tan. Wow. Ankara bayan escort I adjusted my suddenly slightly hard cock a bit and got out of my car.“Hi…Deb?” I said tentatively, taking my sunglasses off.She did the same and looked me dead in the eye. “Yep, ‘Pulse’. Hi. You don’t disappoint in the flesh”, she said, looking me up and nodding with a half-smile towards the still somewhat visible tent in my shorts.“Ah, right. Neither do you. You look fabulous.”“Thanks,” she said, winking. “Shall we?” gesturing towards the gap in the fencing where the canal path ran.We grabbed our bags, locked our cars, and set off. It was a glorious day, and to start with we just enjoyed the sounds of nature. There was nobody around, and the sun reflected brightly off the canal. We crossed a bridge and went through a small kissing gate. Deb went first and then leaned forwards, making a kissing noise as she closed her side for me to enter. I stepped forwards and pecked her cheek.“I think you can do a bit better than that,” she said with a smile on her face, before turning her face a little and planting one right on my mouth. Not for long, but for long enough, I got a scent of her skin and hair, her warmth, and of course the taste and moistness of her lips.“It looks like I can!” I laughed, before coming through the gate. We were crossing a field full of sheep at this point, heading up across a hill, and Deb was slightly in front of me, her loose dress billowing a little in the wind, swinging as she walked. Was she really going commando? I was, but in shorts. The thought of it sent sparks across my belly.I caught Escort bayan Ankara up with her and glanced at her sideways. She looked so happy, happy in herself, and somehow a little smug like she had me right where she wanted me. She was probably right, not that I minded a bit. “How do you know this walk?” I asked.“I come here quite often, it’s a public path but there’s never anyone on it. You go less than a mile or so from the road and apart from the animals, you don’t see anyone for ages. It’s a great escape, and the views are wonderful.” She wasn’t wrong. You could almost see to the sea to the West, and to the North, the hills were still visible in the rising heat.We got to a stile and again she took the lead. As she stepped up and over, I got more of a view of those legs, and half a glimpse of a bit more. Unless I was mistaken, she’d stayed true to her word. I was beginning to get that sense of excited helplessness – if she made a move, I’d be up for whatever she wantedWe chatted as we went along, across a wildflower meadow and past a long wall next to a walled garden and old farmhouse. We had to cross two more stiles. On the second one, she looked back at me and grinned as the stepped over and casually whipped her skirt up briefly. Definitely no pants. Fucking hell. I was virtually breathless.As we walked down the hill and through three gates, we left the farmland and hit a path that meandered into quite a dense wood. As we came to a part where the path widened, there was a recently fallen tree, with the trunk about waist height.“Let’s take a break”, said Deb, swinging her small Bayan escort Ankara backpack off her shoulder and leaning back against the trunk. She pulled out her bottle and lifted one foot onto a branch about 18 inches off the ground. This had the effect of making her skirt ride up a bit, and I could see most of her inner thigh.I took a drink, too, partly to steady my nerves but the temperature was rising, both in terms of the weather and the vibe.“If I didn’t know any better, Deb, I’d think you were teasing me!” I said after I’d taken a deep drink.“You like what you see?” she replied, opening her raised leg wider so the hem lifted up further, almost revealing the promised land.“God yes, you are irresistible.”“You do seem to be resisting me, though,” she laughed. “I don’t bite, you know. You can touch if you want.”I put down my bottle, stepped forwards, and placed a hand on her knee, tracing my fingertips down her shin, up her calf, and along her inner thigh a little. “Is that okay?”“Mmm, very. I think you can go further than that”, she said, hiking her skirt up a bit more and lifting her other foot up onto another branch, which opened her legs and allowed the hem of her dress to rise up into a bunch in her lap.My heart was racing. I stepped further in and ran both hands along her inner thighs, revelling in the feel of her skin and also the throbbing in my pants. I reached forwards and gently ran two fingertips up her slit, then down again. I kept going, slowly increasing the pressure, firmer and then firmer still, until I was just inside her lips. I felt around her vulva that she was wet, a mixture of sweat from the walk and – from what I could smell – her juices.“That’s better, keep going,” she purred, opening her legs further and leaning back against a branch that rose up behind her. She squeezed her breasts in each hand and started to undo the buttons which, I now saw, ran all the way down the front. Very handy, I thought.