And so all that naked frolicking and fucking with a 29 year of slightly overweight big cocked farmer came to an abrupt end when Covid struck.
Dam I was going to miss slipping into his tight well lubed asshole, feeling him bucking underneath me, shagging him in the shower and fillings his ass with my lurve juices. More I was going to miss his making me sit on his cock and ride him, his eager lips sucking the spunk out of me and huis lips kissing me into wild fantasies of lust and desire.
He phoned, we had phone sex, quite raunchy really but not the same. Being on the farm he was insulated from the world and wanted to remain that way, whatever the year was going to throw up he couldn't afford to risk sickness.
As the summer went ion the calls became less and it was more difficult to get hold of him.
Expecting him to have found a lover closer to home I was amazed one afternoon to be flashed from a following van when driving to a farm produce shop. It was him, and so we pulled into a little wooded area and had a weird conversation car to car so drivers doors were side by side (automobile 69 if you like) finally ending up with both getting naked and wanking together along with dirty talk, suggestions and lots of spit and dribble till he unloaded, I unloaded and we both grinned like schoolboys. Next time I said you can get your spunk in my panty so I can wear them home and remember your smell, he laughed a dirty laugh, any time he said, any time.
And so the summer passed with once a week we wanked enjoyed sexual experiences, found positions in cars you couldn't imagine in order to fulfil some fantastic idea, admired cum shots happening in weird places - and yet managed to maintain that social distancing and each time I had my briefs filled with his cum, he always enjoyed seeing me put them on, press his cum load into my bush before slipping my shorts or jeans back on.
Autumn came and things looked better, then Christmas and now this. lockdown which hopefully is finally coming to an end.
We have both been very naughty and while not yet had physical contact found ways of enjoying each others cum other than after its been applied to my underwear.
Almost nest door to huis caravan there's a small barn tucked in the lee of a hedge and its filled with straw bales - as yet not used as fodder though that day will come. Into the middle of this he has made a little den so we can sit facing each other surrounded by straw which is quite heat retaining, and while not totally naked, dam it its winter, at least we can have a more intimate conversation and wank. A couple of weeks ago he introduced really top notch depravity.
He got bales arranged so there was room for me to lie between them while he straddled above me, the view was amazing, right up between his legs, I admired his puckered hole, his flopping balls and then he shot his load. It was supposed to land on my genitals but the feverishness of his tossing ruined his aim and while some hit the desired area most ended up over my chin and shirt. Totally erotic and the first time I want much better than him but I was so sexually aroused it only took a few shakes before I came and covered him with my milky juices.
Since then we've had two more goes and perfected, well improved, the landing area - though I never mind a bit of cum on my face and lips I do prefer it down my throat and with half a load, well beginning to be a more happy bunny. And as wankers there's no way you can be wearing anything below the waist, watching his firm thighs move as he strokes his cock, eases it slowly, watching him tense as the moment arrives and then the breath of escaped air as it shoots out in a creamy arc while I deploy my goal keeping skills to catch the prize.
I still cant wait till I get my arms round his body, pull him close and enjoy frotting once again, feel his cum covered belly slipping against my buttocks as he gains entry and slowly works up to another climax.
At least its been a way to get through some of the darkest hours and while not the close naked personal contact we all desire at least its a way of maintaining some sanity as well as sexual gratification.
Am, I really getting kinky as I get older, after all I've know him over a year and surely this must rate?
Dam I was going to miss slipping into his tight well lubed asshole, feeling him bucking underneath me, shagging him in the shower and fillings his ass with my lurve juices. More I was going to miss his making me sit on his cock and ride him, his eager lips sucking the spunk out of me and huis lips kissing me into wild fantasies of lust and desire.
He phoned, we had phone sex, quite raunchy really but not the same. Being on the farm he was insulated from the world and wanted to remain that way, whatever the year was going to throw up he couldn't afford to risk sickness.
As the summer went ion the calls became less and it was more difficult to get hold of him.
Expecting him to have found a lover closer to home I was amazed one afternoon to be flashed from a following van when driving to a farm produce shop. It was him, and so we pulled into a little wooded area and had a weird conversation car to car so drivers doors were side by side (automobile 69 if you like) finally ending up with both getting naked and wanking together along with dirty talk, suggestions and lots of spit and dribble till he unloaded, I unloaded and we both grinned like schoolboys. Next time I said you can get your spunk in my panty so I can wear them home and remember your smell, he laughed a dirty laugh, any time he said, any time.
And so the summer passed with once a week we wanked enjoyed sexual experiences, found positions in cars you couldn't imagine in order to fulfil some fantastic idea, admired cum shots happening in weird places - and yet managed to maintain that social distancing and each time I had my briefs filled with his cum, he always enjoyed seeing me put them on, press his cum load into my bush before slipping my shorts or jeans back on.
Autumn came and things looked better, then Christmas and now this. lockdown which hopefully is finally coming to an end.
We have both been very naughty and while not yet had physical contact found ways of enjoying each others cum other than after its been applied to my underwear.
Almost nest door to huis caravan there's a small barn tucked in the lee of a hedge and its filled with straw bales - as yet not used as fodder though that day will come. Into the middle of this he has made a little den so we can sit facing each other surrounded by straw which is quite heat retaining, and while not totally naked, dam it its winter, at least we can have a more intimate conversation and wank. A couple of weeks ago he introduced really top notch depravity.
He got bales arranged so there was room for me to lie between them while he straddled above me, the view was amazing, right up between his legs, I admired his puckered hole, his flopping balls and then he shot his load. It was supposed to land on my genitals but the feverishness of his tossing ruined his aim and while some hit the desired area most ended up over my chin and shirt. Totally erotic and the first time I want much better than him but I was so sexually aroused it only took a few shakes before I came and covered him with my milky juices.
Since then we've had two more goes and perfected, well improved, the landing area - though I never mind a bit of cum on my face and lips I do prefer it down my throat and with half a load, well beginning to be a more happy bunny. And as wankers there's no way you can be wearing anything below the waist, watching his firm thighs move as he strokes his cock, eases it slowly, watching him tense as the moment arrives and then the breath of escaped air as it shoots out in a creamy arc while I deploy my goal keeping skills to catch the prize.
I still cant wait till I get my arms round his body, pull him close and enjoy frotting once again, feel his cum covered belly slipping against my buttocks as he gains entry and slowly works up to another climax.
At least its been a way to get through some of the darkest hours and while not the close naked personal contact we all desire at least its a way of maintaining some sanity as well as sexual gratification.
Am, I really getting kinky as I get older, after all I've know him over a year and surely this must rate?