poo in the pine trees

Tall as a tree he stood, by the bonnet of his silver car. He had come to see me rather than I see him, because just as luck had it...my car had broken down the night of our agreed meeting.

I approached him coyly, the pole of a man rising further and further with each step I took. He was a gentleman, although our approaching deed was less than modest and more than a little liberating.

We got in his car and drove down to a local park. As we walked through the gate I skipped ahead and lifted my dress to reveal the roundness of my arse.

We strolled over to a cluster of pine trees and i bent in half to stroke my legs, exposing my bare flesh benath the little black dress i was wearing. His snake like "ohhhhh yesss", confirmed his aroused attraction. He was hard as I ran a hand over the crotch of his jeans. It always feels good being so free to show off my body in public, although it was dark out.

We got a little closer to each other. As he leant down to kiss me, a slender hand ran its way under my dress, parting my lips to invade the pool of pink beneath. I knew this turned him on, and being a lovely warm night, I proceeded to zip my dress all the way down. Pulling the fabric aside, my semi nude frame graced the air and my chest swelled with liberation.

I knelt down to run my lips over his thighs, dragging them up to meet his cock. It was a regular sized dick. Not small, but not a monstrosity either. Either way I was hot for him, and keen to show off a few of my skills.

I grabbed at the base of his erect member, and gripped firmly. Looking up at him I flicked my tongue over the sensitive area below the head of his penis. The motion caused his rigid cock to produce drops of savoury nectar. As I continued to lap I could taste him on my tongue.

I guided him to the grass, getting him to lay down on the ground. What I hadn't anticipated, were the following mix of awkward and sexually arousing events.

Licking my palm, I cupped my hand and placed it over the helmet of his erect cock, twisting it down over his shaft. Glossing up his member, I took my fingers and formed a ring, gently pumping it over the ridge of his cock. My lips then dove down onto him, swallowing him up before gliding back to the top, and plunging back down. He responded with a raspy "Oh fuck yeah.." and it caused a small smile to creep over my face.

Suddenly, while in the heat of it I stopped, rising to my knees. Dog shit. There was no hiding it. It was there somewhere and I just knew it. The pungent aroma permeated my nostrils. My worst nightmare would have been a rather aromatic drive home, so I was quick to point it out. These awkward things are always an option on the cards when you are playing around in public places. Understanding this, we ignored the embarrassment and moved a little further away. If a situation like that happens, it's better to be brash about it, otherwise it can be difficult to move on.

He laid back down and after pleasuring him with my mouth a while, I threw the shiny wrapper at his chest, hinting that I was almost ready for sex. Moving down onto my back. I gestured to him that I wanted to be eaten out a little. My signals aren't always the best, so it took a little fumbling before he realised the prize that sought. I guess the order of things had become a little muddled after trying to forget the remnants of dog that sat just out of smelling reach.

Craning down, he pouted his lips over my delicate mound. Suckling at the fruit, a finger crept in to penetrate the cavern below. After a bit of tongue play, I guided his body up, and he pushed him self into me. Lifting my legs, I allowed him to continue his quest. A few minutes later, I pulled away and moved into the doggy position. Plunging back in, he grabbed a hold on my round pillows. We collided in the grass, digging our knees into the soil as he pulled and pushed against me. Gasping and thrashing and groaning, I pushed my bum further into the air to give him better access, and lowered my torso down to the ground.

I could tell he was getting close. He continued to grasp at me with his fingers, a sigh of air escaping his lips as I pushed back against him. I'd hoped to have finished him off with my lips,
And thinking I'd pulled away from him in time, turned to see the condom hanging limply from his manhood.

"Oh... did it come off? I have another" I said, handing him the spare I'd kept in my bag. His reaction seemed odd, but he rolled a new one on anyway.

My frazzled mind had not clicked on that he had cum already, just as he was pulling out. Clumsilly, I continued to rub him, wondering why he had become flaccid so suddenly. Was it because I'd pulled away?

I told him id finish him off with my mouth, if he could finish me off first, and we spent a few minutes giving and taking instruction.

Flicking the tip of his finger back and fourth over my entrance, I rubbed at myself, finding it rather difficult to get comfortable, following the nights series of events. He was an attractive guy, but the task was difficult. After a few moments of thrusting and flicking at me, I came. It was not spectacular, so I'd hoped I could make him feel twice as good as I had, although I was enjoying the experience none the less.

After attempting to raise the flag with kisses and friction, he said that it would take more time to reset. Finally, I began to apprehend my blunder and could only brush it off with a smile and a laugh. He seemed impressed at my efforts, and smiled as we began to pick at the scattering if clothes laid out on the grass.

We enjoyed our time together, and he drove me back home to say goodnight. Perhaps I would meet this man again some time - Hopefully, in a nice warm bed.

UPDATE: The poo was under my shoe.

The cute one.

I met him on tinder, as I usually do with most of these men. Hovering my finger over his image, I thought to myself, "Gee, he's cute....very slim, but cute."

We exchanged messages, and quickly I began to see the broken soul before me. He was an odd, timid sort of creature. Didn't have sex very often he claimed, but he did enjoy looking pretty for someone, and being generally cute and adorable. One of his past times involved dressing up in a kitten costume; fluffy ears, pink paws, and a pink frilly collar straight out of an anime film. He was a sort of submissive sexual pet if you will.

As we continued to exchange our conversation, I began to see a larger cross section of his peculiar personality. He was a giver, and enjoyed being an obedient little kitty. His fantasies revolved around being a sad little lost pet, left out in the rain. Found on someones doorstep, the only form of payment he can offer for a warm, dry place to stay, is his mouth. He will lick you clean like a good little kitty cat, just to please you.

There were a few secrets that he was willing to share with me, but chatting to him at first, was like walking on eggshells. He seemed to have been affected by a bit of a dark past - quick to exit the conversation if he did not like what I had sent. The young man was intriguing and attractive, yet withdrawn and shy. This was something I was unsure about, but curious none the less. Mr X said that he would be perfectly happy sitting and watching films, curled up on his bed. Being around such sexually driven men, I found this odd. Most of the guys I know, quickly perceive what they want in bed, and when they want it.

The creature before me proceeded to tell me about the previous relationship he was in. His now ex, used to use him as a toilet, both urinating and defecating on his chest. I was in awe, but very intrigued and amused and wanted to dig further.

I could not fathom getting wet and horny over a brown steamer, and I'd asked if he truly enjoyed the experience. He told me that there was something oddly sexy about having such a disgusting thing happen to you, but being forced to cum anyway. I thought to myself, apart from the scat fetish, if he didn't fuck much, what got him off? Well it wasn't sex - it wasn't even a blowie!

I'd confessed my love of the lip job. The way a man can be deep inside your oral cavity, and as you pull away to smile up at them, they crumble. All of their walls fall down, and they seem to lose control as that gorgeous "O" face spasms in. It's purely sexy. But for cat face over here - It was a humble handjob that did it for him. Nothing fancy, just the grip of ones fingers, sliding up and down his shaft was enough to send him into ecstasy - I knew I had to meet him.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon. A sprinkling of white cloud drifted by the sea of azure blue sky. I had agreed to meet him in the cal de sac by his house, and we walked to a local park to share a joint. He had a magnetising attractiveness about him. Dirty blonde hair, and big blue eyes. Eyes that drew you in, and an infectious little smile.

He seemed quite friendly, and open. I'd previously told him that I craved the touch of someone. As we sat on a hill in the grass, he stroked my legs, and it made me smile. It wasn't quite what Id meant by touch, but I accepted his hands coyly, as we overlooked the few people strolling by the pine trees below us. Stumbling our way back to his flat, he led me inside his room; Large, and littered with stuff. Well, I wasn't exactly there for his stuff, so the scatter of things didn't really bother me.

He changed into something "more comfortable". I got cosy on his bed, waiting for him to snuggle up to me and put a movie on.

So we get closer to each other and begin to watch. I placed a hand over his knee, and he placed a hand on my thigh. Who knows what we were watching. Some horror flick? I knew the film watching wouldn't last long, as my hand crept lower and lower, reaching the mound of flesh, so easy to grope at beneath the grey sweat pants he's swapped his jeans for. We spent a bit of time sliding our hands over each other's bodies, and I wondered how far we would take it - Or if he was about to change for the third time that day, into something fluffy, and less comfortable.

Moving to his knees, I rolled onto my side, sliding my knee up to reveal a hint of my derrière beneath my short little dress. Peeling away my panties, he grabbed at my glutes, plunging a wet tongue deep into my canal of flesh. He took me by surprise, it was wonderful. Licking, lapping, sucking, and biting. He certainly went all out - and didn't stop. I had never felt the sensation of rimming before, but that day, he granted me full privilege. His tongue lapped, and penetrated the entrance to my most forbidden cavern. The blonde man plunged his tongue into me repeatedly, and was loving every moment of it. It seemed he'd been thirsty for a while, and was only now feeding his appetite with what he loved the most.

I needed to feel him inside of me. I wanted him to fill me up, and I was quick to let him know this. Again, he explained that he didn't have sex very often, to which I had my doubts. I handed him the colourfully wrapped sheath. Tearing the wrapper, and rolling it on, he proceeded to push into me. It felt great.

Lifting my right leg to place over his left shoulder, he smiled down at me, a pleasured grimace washing over his face every few minutes. His dirty little fringe flicked up and down as his pelvis thrust in and out. I continued to roll my leg over, completing a left turn with my hips, and landing down onto my stomach. His cock continued to glide in and out of my wet pussy. Gripping my cheeks, I heard the raspy breaths of air that escaped his lips. The friction lasted another short moment, before he slipped his wet member out, and flipped me onto my spine again.

Taking his index and middle appendages, he popped them into his mouth. The man pulled them out slowly, slick and glistening, his eyes, pinned to mine. Feeling for an entrance, He pushed his fingers into me, placing a thumb over my sensitive clit, rubbing small circles over my pleasure zone. Faster and faster, over and over, thrusting and slapping and pushing and stuffing. The machine like motion sent me into a frenzy, and he smirked a little as I snuck a hand in to rub at myself the way I liked.

Brows meeting, his mouth fell open as he watched me draw nearer and nearer to the edge of ecstacy. This man enjoyed giving, and it was one of the hottest things I could ever look up at. He WANTED me to cum. There is nothing Sexier than a man that wants you to feel good - not always thinking about themselves, and also not rushing you to climax because of sloth and fatigue. The sight of his teeth, gnawing at his bottom lip, and that pleasurable "O" face that came from giving another entity satisfaction was such a turn on. I continued to rub faster at my flesh, feeling his fingertips plunge deep into me. Waves of wonderment echoed throughout my chest and deep down into my groin. It wasn't long before he felt me clench around him, and fall far over the edge. I let out a soft groan, as he completed the last few thrusts, climax washing over me like a strong tidal wave. Vertigo over took my mind, as I leant back on my elbows to breathe.

After a few moments I looked up at him and smiled. It was time for HIM to feel good, and I let him know by placing my hands on his shoulders, guiding his back down to the mattress. "Your turn" were the words that tumbled from my lips. He lay there, staring back at me with a coy little grin, and as I ran my hands up his legs he looked a little nervous.

Now, I knew from our previous messages that he just didnt get off on sex alone. I wanted to blow him, but (strangely to me) i thought that this may not work so well either. I began by running my fingers up his thighs, working my palms and fingers into his inner legs. My fingers grazed the mound of meat that didn't falter at staying voluptuously plump. Leaning in, I dragged my lips across his lower abdomen and kissed the skin around his assets. I moved my lips towards his hard trophy. A pink tongue escaped it's cage of teeth, lightly touching the end of his cock and running all the way back down to the bottom of his shaft. Grabbing the base, I lightly pecked at the head, flicking my tongue over his sensitive frenulum like a moth, fluttering it's wings. I knew right then, that even though I felt I was good at giving head, this situation may turn out a little differently.

I tried to surprise him, plunging my lips quickly over his member, taking the full length deep into my mouth. I watched intently, but did not receive the usual look of ecstacy that I so love with blowjobs. He looked over at me as I used my hand to twist down over him, pulling my lips back up, and twisting them back down. A small sigh escaped his lips, but I felt as though the lap of my tongue was not going to be enough to milk him.

"What would you like me to do?", I asked. Looking up he replied "well I would really fucking love you to give me a handjob."

I smiled and told him that I may need him to teach me a few things - and so he did! Taking my hands, he placed one at the tip of his penis, then pulled my palm , along with his foreskin, downward, and told me to grip the base firmly. With the other hand, he got me to form an "o" shape with my fingers, and pump them up and down over his frenulum. Doing so, his head fell instantly back into the pillows, and his hands gripped tightly at the cushions behind his head, and I remember being so instantly wet again from the adorable sight before me.

I stopped to fumble for my hand bag, producing a small packet of lube. Squeezing the clear gel into my hand, I rubbed my palms together, slicking my fingers in preparation. I took both palms, and gripped them one above the other around his dick. Twisting my hands, I worked them up and down his shaft like an old washing machine. Up and down, the sound was wet and slippery and his face turned to bury itself into his inner elbow.

Hips arched, his face scrunched and turned the brightest shade of red. It was the cutest face I'd ever seen - flushed with longing desire, and perhaps a small amount of shame and embarrassment. He had told me in the past, that he'd often felt he didn't deserve to feel pleasure, and I'd wondered if that was his catch... hoping girls with give it their all because they felt sorry for him. I however, didn't care either way.It was hot.

Writhing beneath me, the man bore and almost pained expression, and I stopped to ask if he was ok.

"Yeah..." He replied in a breathless tone. "I just...I Haven't been touched like that in a long time "

Following his guidance, I formed an "o" with my slippery fingers, and pulled back his skin to reveal the delicate head beneath. Motioning my hands up and down, I didn't hesitate to work my fingers just the way he wanted it. Looking like some kind of erotic exorcism, his body could have risen right out of that bed.

His chest mimicked a trampoline, inflating and caving, each stroke sending him into a state of pure bliss.
The small moans and slight gasps for air indicated to me that he was getting close already, and his instructions were not to stop until he told me.

Gliding back and fourth, I gripped him tightly and picked up the pace. My hands moved quickly, sloppy and wet over the pink ridge of his cock. His fingers curled and turned a pale shade of white, lips parting, eyes shutting tight. A smooth moan flowed from his lips, as a long stream of creamy white erupted from his throbing meat. His chest rose up and down rapidly, as he lost control of his body and fell into erotic bliss.

Slowing my movements, he hastily blurted out "No dont stop!" And it was sexy as hell. A fountain of cum sprayed up the length of his chest - and I wondered when it would even end! Finally however, I slowed my pace as he paused to catch his breath, frozen in place.

I smirked a little, gently massaging the glossy cum on his shaft in circles. The eye lid gracing air cracked apart, and he sheepishly tilted his head towards me with an awkward smile spread across his little face. He bore a look of shame, but I smiled and reassured him by leaning down to kiss his cock.

I would at this point, have assumed he was completely drained, finishing the last few pleasurable strokes...but after clean up and a small cuddle , I offered round 2. He obliged.

Now, I'm not going to hold back on a couple of key details. We'd just had a smoke, my mouth had become gradually dry, and I'd just used up my last little packet of lube. He'd given me a can of soda, and it was all I had to wash my mouth out and hopefully lubricate my dry tongue. This, proved difficult. My saliva had seemed to be on vacation and I couldn't get a drop.

He looked keen to grace the touch of my hands once more, and with an asking look, he awaited my approval to use the only form of lube we had left. Offering up a palm, he frothed up a wad of saliva and he went a little red again, saying it must be gross for me. I didn't care. In the heat of passion one will do the craziest of things. Saliva at this point was not going to bother me - so long as the handjob remained a handjob.

I worked on him, moving my slick fingers up and down his shaft. Maintaining a good grip, I relished in the sight of the body, frozen in place before me. His pelvis and chest were the only things to move an inch. While he gripped tightly at the cusions behind him, those pools of blue hid stealthily beneath tightly shut lids. Peeking up, he opened his eyes sneakily, but they connected with mine. He turned his chin towards me, and I stared back, his mouth falling open once more.

Hot and glossy I began to breathe heavily, whispering in a sultry tone, " yeah...cum for me".

That cute little crinkled brow emerged, and he was sent far over the edge for the second time, spraying his chest with sticky, salty cum. That soft little groan sent butterflies soaring through my chest. It was delightful, and we proceeded to clean ourselves once more.

I gazed over at him as he made his way over to a shelf near the window. He picked up a scented body bar and began rubbing it into his chest. The way he so immediately reached for something perfumed after sex made me wonder; how on earth could someone defecate on someone so beautiful? How could you feel good about yourself?

Almost ready to leave, I wasn't sure if we would ever greet eachother in person again. The experience I had that day however, was one to remember, and filled not with an ounce of regret.