At the Forest Clearing

Naked hiking in the woods after an evening of beer, swimming and chat hadn’t been on my bingo card for today, but here I was, following Pen and trying not to step on sharp objects. She led me along the path, head and shoulders just about visible as my eyes grew accustomed to the dark. Without the lantern it was very dark indeed beneath the canopy, but Pen moved with a quiet confidence I hadn’t expected from someone walking naked through a forest.

The walk to the second of the pond’s woodland glades was short, maybe a hundred metres of bark chipped footpath that wound around the forest’s gentle hills. If the first clearing was where we locals socialised and swam, this one was where we came to lick, suck, blow and fuck. It was far enough from the road to be utterly private, deep enough into the forest that few people found it by accident, and surrounded by slopes covered with such thick undergrowth that you could basically make all the noise you wanted.

Pen pulled me close. My cock had thankfully deflated, and my rampant lust had dropped to a more manageable level, but I was still thrilled when her hand touched mine.

“This way,” she whispered, “and stay silent.”

“Do you really want to spy on Abby and Mo?” I asked as we crept down the last few metres of the path. Intimate noises reached us through the trees now that we were close the clearing, and a light flickered amongst the leaves.

“Yes, now be quiet.” We stopped at the edge of the clearing and Pen made me leave my bag by a tree. We then crawled on hands and knees until we reached a metre-thick trunk of a fallen tree that lay at the edge of the clearing.

Pen put her finger on my lips and I nodded. In total silence, we peered over the fallen trunk. Abby and Mo were side by side on the blanket just a few metres away. The lantern was next to them and I could clearly see Abby’s half-naked form She looked up from kissing Mo and saw us. I froze, hardly daring to breathe, until she smiled in the lamplight, and that was when I realised this whole situation was a setup.

Mo was lying on his back, shirt off, head towards us. Abby swung a leg over his waist and crawled onto him. Wearing only her jean shorts and a lustful expression, she pressed herself to his chest. She looked up just long enough to grin at me and Pen. Then she kissed Mo as his hands explored her hips and arse. Pen began taking photos.

“This is so hot,” I whispered in Pen’s ear. I was desperate for her to touch my cock or fuck my fingers but I didn’t dare do anything without an invitation, and her attention was entirely on the show in front of us.

For several minutes they did nothing but kiss and grope. Then Abby shifted position, sliding over Mo until she was sitting on his thighs. For the first time I got to see her breasts. Smaller than Pen’s but perfectly rounded and pert, with pretty nipples. She looked amazing. Her belly was flat and toned like an athlete’s, and I longed to see what she had in her shorts. As it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait.

“I’m ready,” said Abby. She took hold of Mo’s hand and slid it down between her legs. “You know what I want.”

Mo, ever a man of few words, said nothing. He rubbed Abby through the thick material of her jean shorts while I watched, open-mouthed, unsure where this newly adventurous Abby had appeared from. I’d never had the pleasure of getting into her knickers. I’d never even seen her properly naked because her artful use of a towel had always minimised her exposure during previous swimming trips. To see her being fingered and groped, albeit still partially clothed, was a revelation.

But jean shorts are not conducive to real pleasure. Rubbing a seam of denim is something of a disappointment since what you really crave is contact with warm, moist flesh that quivers to your touch. It’s great to watch your partner come in her shorts, but nothing beats the experience of touching your lover’s pussy and feeling her move against you, and for that you need direct contact. And when she comes on your fingers, you truly know you’ve moved her. It’s a fantastic experience.

Abby obviously craved that contact too. “More,” she demanded. She unbuttoned her shorts, yanking them open so Mo could slide a hand into her knickers.

She gasped and began rocking her hips back and forth. She leaned back and Mo caressed her breasts with his free hand as her movements grew more vigorous, more urgent.

I glanced at Pen, who was shooting video by the light of the moon. She propped the phone against a branch then sat back on her heels, gaze locked on Abby’s breasts.

Then we both turned back to the show. Abby hadn’t yet come, despite her best efforts, and I could tell she was frustrated.

“Get them off,” she demanded. Mo moved quickly, calmly. He held the shorts and pulled them down as Abby squirmed and wiggled. She kicked them away before standing up. For a moment she paused, as if hesitant to fully expose herself. Then she slipped off her knickers and threw them to Pen.

She took half a step forward, now totally naked, and I drank in the vision before me. In the light from the lantern I could see her full, round breasts, her flat belly, her long legs and her bare mound. She was truly gorgeous. Mom was staring up at her from below, and I could only imagine the view he was getting. Lucky bastard.

and when she widened her stance, I caught a glimpse of her pussy lips before she lowered herself onto Mo’s face. Supporting herself with her arms, she flicked her attention between Pen and me as Mo licked and sucked.

“That’s so good,” said Abby, rocking gently over Mo’s face, her knees on the ground, her hands on his head.

Pen and I watched, then she stood up. Abby looked surprised, but she grinned, and her eyes looked Pen up and down. Then she looked meaningfully at me. It took me a couple of seconds to work out what she wanted. I stood up slowly, nervous of my nudity, and Abby rewarded me with a look of astonishment. She stared at my erect cock and I’d like to think the added stimulation helped push her over the edge.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” said Abby. I’m pretty sure she was talking to Mo, but she was staring at Pen when she said it. “Do it, lick that pussy.”

I blinked, because now she was looking straight at me. I tapped one finger on my chest and Abby nodded. She took a hand from Mo’s head long enough to point at Pen, then she made an unmistakable licking motion. Her desires were abundantly clear, and I looked at Pen for permission.

She gave a little nod and shuffled backwards then put one foot on the tree trunk. I moved between Pen and the trunk and put my hands on her hips. I hesitated. This was way outside my comfort zone.

“That’s it, do it, do it,” said Abby with a moan.

And with two beautiful women asking me to lick a pussy, my doubts evaporated. I folded to my knees and found my face pulled to Pen’s vulva. She was as wet as she’d been on the bank and she smelled divine. I stuck out my tongue and gently parted her lips, working in a circular motion then teasing her clit. Her hands tightened on my head when I hit the right spot. Her hips shifted, changing the angles, and I could feel her moment approaching.

“Yes, yes,” moaned Abby. I couldn’t see her, what with Pen’s body filling my vision, but from the sounds she was also close. I brought up my hand and slid a finger into Pen’s vagina. Her thigh tensed and her pussy gripped my finger.

I looked up, tongue on Pen’s clit, and saw her bending forward, one hand over her mouth, face contorted in beautiful agony as she came. It was quick and quiet, and she jerked against me as the sensations rolled through her.

Then she released my head and pushed me clear. She pulled me upright and put her hands on my hips.

“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear, “stay strong, it won’t be long now.”

I grinned in the darkness and tweaked her nipples with my damp hand, then ran it down her flank, enjoying the feel of her skin.

We turned back to Abby, both standing naked before her, my cock as tall and rigid as it had ever been. She was really going for it now, vigorously grinding her pussy against Mo’s face.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she cried. And we watched as our mutual friend had a delightful orgasm only a few metres away. It was like being a VIP guest at an exclusive party where your friends fucked for your entertainment. Delightful.

Abby shuddered to a halt before rolling off Mo to sit with her back to us. We ducked back down behind the trunk and I looked at Pen, mostly hidden in the gloom. Surely, after all this, it was now my turn?

“That was epic,” said Abby. I couldn’t hear Mo’s response, but Abby squirmed away until she was again lying on top of Mo. “I’ll do whatever you want, my love. Just tell me what you need.” Another mumble. “Then let’s get you out of those trousers.”

“That’s our cue to leave,” hissed Pen, retrieving her phone. “Come on.” She crawled away along the path and I followed, eyes locked on her arse. We retrieved my bag then quietly made our way back down the path to the picnic table.

“You set that up with Abby, right?” I asked when we’d far enough not to be overheard. “The whole thing?”

“Well, most of it,” admitted Pen. “I hadn’t planned to be nude or to walk around the woods like this, and I hadn’t expected you to flash Abby. That was just brilliant, by the way.”

“Yeah, she did seem to like what she saw,” I said with a smug grin.

“You two never got it on?”

“No, and now I’m wondering how I let her get away. That’s some body she has.”

Pen punched me on the shoulder. “Don’t forget about me.”

“As if I could do that,” I said. “I mean, I’ve got the smell of your cunt locked in my nose, now.”

We reached the picnic clearing and I dumped my bag on the ground. I made a reach for Pen but she slipped away and sat down at the bench, gesturing for me to sit opposite. I hesitated, because I really wanted to be inside her, then sat down.

“So, er, what now?” I asked nervously. Her tits were right there, almost begging to be caressed and kissed, and beneath the table my cock was again hardening in hopeful expectation.

Pen grinned. I was sure she had more plans for me, and I steeled myself for further tasks before I got the promised reward. She leaned across the table and we kissed awkwardly. I gently fondled her breast as our tongues met. When we broke for air, I kept my hands on Pen’s chest, enjoying the feel of her skin and the hardness of her nipples.

“That feels so good,” she murmured, eyes closed. She was still a moment longer, then she sat back out of reach and opened her eyes. “There’s just one more thing I want from you before I open my legs to your cock.”

“Anything,” I croaked. “Name it.”

She grinned, licked her lips, and cleared her throat. “Ok, here goes.”

If you missed the first part of this story, you can find it here: At the Swimming Pond.

The final part of the tale is available now: At the Picnic Table.

If you enjoyed this story you should check out my other work, like More than a Massage or Meeting the New Neighbour.