...He unfastens my jeans, and pulls both my jeans and my panties down below my hips. Looking deep into my eyes, he begins to gently stroke my pussy. Then he explores a little further.

At the first tentative touch of his fingers against my clit, I tremble with pleasure and open my legs a little wider to give him better access. I want him so much I can hardly breathe, but I hear the faint sound of a dog barking somewhere not far away, and I realize if we don’t stop now, there’s a good chance of us getting caught. The trees may prevent us being seen from a distance, but at this time of the year, the leaves are mostly gone, which means we’re in full view of anyone coming along the path.

He rubs the pad of his thumb along my lips, and I press my fingers against the juncture of his thighs. Sensation rockets through me and, suddenly, I don’t care if the whole world sees what we’re doing. He’s hot, he’s hard, his dick is straining to escape, and if we’re fast, we won’t get caught.

I quickly undo the snap of his jeans, and as I lower the zipper, his throbbing penis jumps into my hands.

His jeans fall down his hips, and I kick mine off. The next thing I know, he’s lifting me up and as his mouth claims mine and I wrap my arms around his neck, he lowers me down onto his erect shaft.

He takes his time entering me, setting my nerve endings on fire, and giving me a delicious taste of the satisfaction we both crave. He withdraws slightly and pushes back in, and I hear the dog bark again. Closer this time.

The fear of discovery excites me, and I rock my body against Nick’s, urging him to hurry. But he laughs and invades my mouth with his tongue, while he continues to fuck me with slow, measured thrusts. Capturing my tongue between his teeth, he starts to suck on it, and I feel my muscles tighten around his cock.

I’m right there, ready to explode. And I know Nick is, too. Suddenly, the dog barks again, the sound so close I’m afraid if I open my eyes I’ll see the wretched creature sitting beside us, an inquiring look in its eyes. But then I hear a male voice calling, “Rusty? Where are you boy?”, and Nick’s slamming into me with powerful thrusts that threaten to topple us over. The world around me shatters into a jumble of stars, sensations and feelings so powerful it’s like floating on a golden cloud. But before I have time to really savor and enjoy, Nick’s pulled out of me, dragged our clothing up into some semblance of decency, and is bending down to pet a black Aberdeen terrier.

“Where did you come from?” he croons to the dog, while I quickly finish fixing my clothes and run a hand over my hair. “Run away from our master, did we?”

We return to the path with the terrier in tow, and I see an elderly man walking toward us. “Hah, so there you are,” he says to the dog, then acknowledges us with a nod. “Sniff out a rabbit, did you?”

“I think something in those trees caught his attention. Probably a water rat,” Nick says, shooting me a sly smile. “But it must have gone to ground before he could catch it.”

The man and the dog continue on their walk, and Nick slips an arm around my waist. “Too bad we got interrupted,” he says, straight-faced. “I was really enjoying that.”

“Me, too.” I reach up and brush a lock of dark hair back from his forehead. Needing to touch him some more, I stroke his face and run my fingers over his mouth. “Too short, but very satisfying. We should maybe do it again sometime.”

“How about right now? We can go back to the trees.” A devilish gleam appears in his brown eyes. “Or there are some woods a bit further on. Nice, soft, mossy ground in there and much less chance of any interruptions.” His hands begin massaging my butt, and he pulls me in close enough for me to know he’s more than ready for round two.

“How about Foxton Hall? It’s warm and dry. And there we can lock the doors, and know for sure there’s no chance of anyone interrupting us.”

Bending his head, he kisses me softly on the lips. “I doubt if I can wait that long.”

I laugh, slip out of his embrace and back away. “Force yourself. Think of a roaring log fire, and muffins for tea.”

He comes after me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. “To heck with the muffins. I’d rather think of you in the nude with the firelight painting patterns on your bare skin while I…”

“While you what?”