Ch. 7: The Great Outdoors

Sunday Morning, I wake up early again. To my recurrent annoyance, the moment I turned forty, my body decided to completely forget about the concept of sleeping in. Sarah, on the other hand, is an absolute champion sleeper. If it were an Olympic discipline, she could sleep for England. She is looking peaceful and happy doing it, too. Lucky her.

When I get out of bed, I get a good look at her naked bum. There are still slightly red splodges from last night's blowjob spanking. I get hard just looking at them.

I make my coffee, have some toast, and go for a workout and some shopping. On my way back, Sarah sends me a text message. My heart makes a somersault when I read it: "Treat me roughly, Sir."

When I have returned and put away the shopping, I go find my pet. Knowing her, the best place to look is in bed. I open the door and find her leaning against a pillow propped up against the headboard. She is naked as far as I can tell, and only half covered by the blanket. She is reading my paper, eating toast and drinking coffee. Her hands are cuffed together with the fluffy handcuffs, and she is wearing the ball gag as a necklace again.

"Hello Sir," she greets me, eyes downcast.

Her words, inviting me to play, have an instant effect on my cock. "Hello pet", I respond. My workout has invigorated me and I'm just as ready as she is.

I walk up to her and put my hand on her cheek. She looks at me. "I am going to try a rougher style of play now, pet," I tell her softly. "If it's too much, let me know."

She smiles widely and I see her nipples harden. She's up for it, all right. She looks up to me and nods.

As a first act, I roughly pull the blanket from her. She's indeed naked. I smack her thigh. "What's this, pet?" I bark.

"Sir, I..." she starts, dropping her toast.

"Shut up. There's crumbs everywhere. Look at you, there's even marmelade on your tits." I grab her full breast, which, indeed, has a tiny speck of marmelade near her perky nipple. "And no thong. Have you no decency, pet?"

"Sir, I..." she starts again, looking at me apprehensively. Her face and chest are flushed, and her nipples rock-hard.

"Shut up, I said." I pull up the ball gag so it slots into her mouth. "We will need to get you clean." I grab her cuffed wrists and drag her out of the bed. I pull her behind me and she stumbles to the shower, making alarmed sounds through the gag. I push her into the shower cabin and then I see she is wearing the anal plug again.

From behind, I grab her wrists and pull them up above her head. My other hand fondles her bum roughly, and then I pretend to discover the plug. "And what's this? Your princess plug? Wearing it without my permission?" I smack her bum hard and she squeals in her gag.

"What have you got to say for yourself, pet?" I ask her sternly, but of course she can only make incomprehensible sounds.

I use both my hands to undo one of the cuffs, attach them to the shower railing, and cuff her wrist again. Now, she is standing flat on her feet, straight up, with her hands tied to the shower railing above her head. Her body is stretched but not overly uncomfortable. I break out of my role briefly, and whisper in her ear: "are you okay?" She nods, eyes closed, and moans softly in appreciation.

"No thong, wearing your anal plug without permission, getting crumbs all over the bed and your tits smeared in marmelade," I snarl. "You're going to get a severe spanking, pet." I smack her behind again, and again, and she squeals. "Move those hips for me," I order, and she starts gyrating her hips lewdly, circling and swaying, as much as her bonds allow. Smack! Smack! My hand lands on her behind with force, leaving red marks immediately.

I push her to the side, out of the way of the overhead shower. I switch it on, so I can adjust the water to a pleasant temperature. When the water is perfect, I roughly pull her under the shower again. "Move your hips!" I order and she starts her lewd dance again, now while getting rained on by warm water from the shower. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! More hard spanks.

"Keep going," I tell her as I leave the shower cubicle to undress and fetch my paddle. I take my time, making myself a fresh cup of coffee and drinking it. When I return after three minutes, I find her as I left her, tied to the shower rail, plugged and gagged, making lewd gyrating movements with her hips.

Smack! I let the paddle land on her cheek immediately. Smack! Again. The wetness adds to the sting, as does the fact that I have not warmed her up at all this time. "I am going to mark you, pet. You're going to feel you're mine for the rest of the day." She moans loudly at my forecast. Smack! Smack! Smack! At least ten spanks land on each bum cheek, conjuring up red splotches all over her soaked bottom. She pants and whimpers at each impact.

"Turn around," I order, and she obeys. Her chest is heaving, her eyes are wide and her face is flushed. I drop the paddle and grab her breast roughly, and with my other hand remove the gag to kiss her forcefully. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her and fondle her tits. Then, my hand reaches around her and spanks her bum, hard. She squeals into my kiss. I break the kiss to bark "Who told you to stop moving your hips?" I spank her again and again, and start kissing her again. With each smack, she moans softly into my mouth.

I stop kissing her and replace her ball gag. My mouth lowers itself to her lush tits, licking and sucking them, and gently biting her nipples. My one hand slides further down to her pussy, parting her slick lips and caressing her clit, while my other hand keeps spanking her. She pants her high-pitched moans: Yhhh, ahhhhh, yhhh" into the gag.

I brusquely turn her around again. She keeps moving. From behind, I grab her tits and fondle them roughly. Her red-hot bum pushes against my erection and she moans, gyrating and swaying against my hips.

"Look at you pet, all tied up, plugged and gagged. You're helpless, pet. I am going to punish and use you, and nothing you can do about it." She moans loudly while the shower keeps raining warm water on us.

I take a step back and spank her wet arse with the paddle, again and again. Each cheek receives at least twenty hard smacks. Her bum is fiery red, and she has stopped her horny gyrating. She is panting and squirming in her bonds, moaning uncontrollably. I toss the paddle to the side and grab a condom that I have put, with unnatural foresight, on the washing basin. I put it on and walk up to her. I caress her from behind while she pants heavily, the water still raining down on her. I finger her pussy and find she is totally ready for me. With some effort, I manage to enter her from behind.

I immediately find out the difference between real life and a porn clip: it is quite difficult to fuck her in this position. Only with one hand firmly on her hip and the other hand caressing her clit, and my knees slightly bent to make up for the height difference, I manage to thrust into her. The position is slightly awkward and takes quite a bit of strength. I praise myself lucky that I skipped some of the squats and lunges during my workout this morning. If today had been leg day, I would have been in trouble now. But, I have to admit, the feeling is amazing. She feels very tight, and she bucks her hips wildly with erotic arousal.

I briefly let go of her hip to take the gag out of her mouth. I want her vocal as I fuck her. And vocal she is. "YESSS," she screams, "yessss, oh yess fuck me!" And as I caress her clit and thrust into her tight wet pussy, we both build towards our climax rapidly. "Please Sir," she moans, "pleeeaaassseeee....."

"Yes pet," I groan, "you may come for your Sir."

"Oooohhhh!" With a loud wail, she orgasms on my fingers and cock. The spasming of her pussy sends me over the edge as well, and I come in hot greedy spurts. As I do, I feel her knees buckling, and I catch her and hold her while my cock still spasms. When I come around slightly, I manage to untie her hands so I can properly hold her up. My cock slips out of her, and I take her into my arms and hold her tightly.

Only then I notice the warm water from the shower still raining on our heads. I switch off the shower and caress her, all the while telling her that she did great, and I love her, and I'm proud of her. She sighs, and presses her body against mine as I caress and console her. Then, I carefully dry her, put a soothing cream on her bright-red behind, and lead her back to the bed for some more cuddling. I remember the anal plug, and carefully position her to take it out. She lets out a small whimper when I do so, and she seems to snap out of her trance-like post-coital state.

"Oh... Wow. That was... Hot. Quite heavy, but hot. Wow. I was hoping you'd take me this far, and you did. Thank you. You read my mind."

"Well, you did ask me to treat you roughly. It was an experiment for me too. Roleplaying a rough master. I'm not really like that, you know?"

"Oh you don't say," she laughs.

"But it was fun to act out -- I was worried about you though. Especially when I gagged you -- I realised too late that you could not tell me what you wanted anymore..."

"But you kept checking in, that was so good. You gave me the chance to really surrender. You caught me too, when I came. I can really trust you."

Sarah looks at me and I get lost in her lovely brown eyes with the specks of green. "You can, my love," I say. She pulls me towards her and we kiss. "But we ought to talk more, about our wishes and boundaries."

"Yeah..." She sighs. "But you know, I'm well beyond the reach of my communicative capabilities here... It is already a great step forwards for me that I feel free enough to challenge you to play. You know my history. Before, I couldn't even talk about wanting any of this."

"And neither could I."

"So the fact that we are here, doing this, and both enjoying this... You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Suddenly, she is insecure.

"Don't you know? I love this. You're right, we're doing great. And we'll find out more as we go along, right?"

"Yes..." She yawns, and cuddles up to me. I hold her in my arms as she falls asleep, like she always does after hot sex. I let her sleep in my arms, and soon drift off as well. An hour later, we wake up drowsy and hungry. She gets out of bed and I admire her backside, still quite red. "Oof, you must be quite sore," I wince. "I had read spankings are a lot nastier on a wet arse, but now I can see it for real."

"I think I am going to feel this all day. Or maybe even longer." She smiles at me. "It smarts, but I love it. I was mustering up the courage for asking you to spank me hard enough that I would still feel it tomorrow, and I suppose I got what I wished for."

"That's beautiful, love."

"It is."

While we prepare a simple lunch of green salad and sandwiches together, she shows me more of her vulnerable side. "And you? What's in it for you, in this dynamic we're having?"

I put down the sandwich I am currently buttering and think briefly. "You give me the chance to take charge, to be creative, to create and shape a situation. I can be in charge of building the world in which we play. I have never had that before, that I could be so strong with someone, so creative and experimental. In past relationships, I always held back, too afraid of what the other would think or say. With you, I feel freedom, because I feel our deepest wishes align." I am impressed with my own self-reflection, vocalising my feelings and needs never having been my forte.

"What was your last relationship like? You said you were together for ten years? That's quite a long time..."

"It was. In the end, we just drifted apart. And of course the fact that we couldn't have kids together, that separated us as well."

Sarah visibly stiffens and blanches. The split-second decision she makes to swallow her disappointment and not talk about it further is clearly visible in the furious way she starts chopping the poor spring onion on the board in minuscule pieces.

"Sarah? What's the matter?" I ask her, knowing full well what it is.

"Nothing." More angry chopping.

"It's the children, isn't it?" She looks at me, with sad eyes.

"D'you know, it turned out there wasn't anything wrong with me, or her. We should have been perfectly capable of conceiving kids. But somehow we weren't compatible. One of those things, the doctor said." I walk up to her. "That really touched you, didn't it?" She nods, with sudden tears in her eyes.

"Do you want children?"

"I do."

"So do I." I take her into my arms. "Thank you for this. You have just shown me how serious you are about me, that means a lot."

"Sorry," she says.

"For what?"

"For... well, we've hardly known each other for a week, and I'm worried about whether we'll have children. That's bonkers. And this is my pattern, right? There's something that I need or want, and I don't talk about it. If you hadn't said anything, I would have let it come between us."

"Yes but we are talking about it, right? It doesn't need to be our pattern, just because it was your pattern in the past. And mine, to be honest. So... Kids, huh? How many will we be having?"

"Don't you think we're moving too fast? We can't already be at the stage where we talk about having children?"

"It comes with the age, don't you think? At our age, we know what we want and we can move a bit faster."

She laughs. "Yes, that's a good way of putting it. But yes, I have always pictured myself as with a family. That's why I tried so hard with Kev, even though we really had little in common in the end."

"He's your ex. The one with the pregnant secretary. That must have hurt."

"It did. He's such a fucking cliché. She chose to have an abortion, though. She was only twenty-two. But still. Yeah, it hurt like hell."

We share a thoughtful silence, and I just hold her. "Okay, picture this. It's five years from now. Every work day, you go out and pursue your incredibly successful career while I mind the kids. In the evening, when you get home, you find them well-scrubbed and content. They are always happy to see you. We put them to bed together, and then I tie you up, spank you and fuck you, and you thank me with a nice blowjob."

She laughs, brightening up considerably. "That sounds like paradise. You'd do that for me?"

"For you? It's what I want for myself most of all. I'd even let you wear your princess plug on some nights."

"You would? How generous of you." She laughs again, a generous bubbly sound that makes my heart jump.

"Don't play that down, I know you love that plug."

"Maybe I do."

"Maybe?"

"Okay, guilty as charged. It's a bit uncomfortable, but it makes me feel... Owned. And when I feel owned, I can let go." She thinks for a second. "Two kids. Maybe three. I don't know. One, even." There's tears in her eyes again. "Just the fact that we're having this talk means so much to me."

I kiss her hair. Sarah leans her head on my shoulder and, looking out of the window, notices the lovely weather, probably for the first time today.

"Shall we go outside? For a walk or a hike? I would love a bit of physical activity." She blushes. "Apart from sex, I mean. Which I would also like more of. But a hike as well. Oh, you know what I mean," she says, all flustered.

"We can do both? Bring Sir and pet along on the hike?"

"Oooh, can we?"

We eat our lunch and discuss our plans for outdoor activities. "I know just the place," I tell her. "It's a bit far though. At least an hour and a half on public transport. That might be too ambitious."

It turns out she has a car. She doesn't use it often, but it runs, she says, and it's currently sitting in a parking garage nearby.

"Get dressed then. Wear something sexy for me, pet. Your choice. And... Wait a second, will you?"

I quickly go the bedroom, return, and hand her the anal plug and the lube. I then show her something she hasn't seen before: the remote-controlled vibrator I bought yesterday. "I may need to keep you on edge during our hike, pet."

"Oh!" Her eyes go wide as she takes a good look at the vibrator. "Wow..." It is curved, with one end that is made to go into the vagina, and one end that cups the clit. The whole design is meant to be surreptitiously worn underneath the clothes, invisible to any viewers. I have already tried switching it on, and it emits a very soft buzzing noise that is quite inaudible from more than a few inches away.

"Green, amber, red?"

"Oh, green, Sir, definitely, very bright green." With a broad smile, she grabs the toys, and, still fully naked, rushes over to her flat, which, within only a week, has been downgraded to a very expensive walk-in closet.

I put away the leftovers of our lunch, get dressed, and there she is. She is wearing a white spaghetti top, similar to the black one she wore on Monday, but without a bra. Her gorgeous tits strain against the fabric, eager to escape. Below are tight jeans hotpants, one band of a skimpy pair of black thong knickers visible over the hem. Sturdy hiking boots complete the outfit, drawing attention to her long smooth legs.

She hands me the remote. "I am all yours, Sir."

"You look lovely, pet. And sexy. Wow." I am lost for words, so I regain my composure by packing a hiking backpack with a picknick blanket, food, drinks and water. And off we go. I have to concentrate on repressing the urge to walk a few paces behind her to admire the sway of her sexy bum in the jeans hotpants.

Her car turns out to be a classic roadster, a red convertible MG B. "Rich, are you?" I ask her as she takes the car's top down.

"Well, I... I am not poor, that's for sure." She cites her salary, which is easily twice mine. I whistle. Also, she bought her flat outright, with her share of the proceeds of the house she and her ex sold when they split up.

"So yeah, I guess I am rich by most standards. Does that threaten your masculinity?" she asks me teasingly.

I laugh. "No... Well, maybe if I had financial insecurity. But I bought my flat ages ago, when nobody wanted to live in this area and housing here was still cheap. It is now paid off and I can save a good sum every month. So compared to most people, I am quite well off too. You know, the only thing threatening my masculinity was the boredom and staleness of my life before you came along."

"Well, you can get some more thrills now. You can drive." She hands me the keys to the MG.

"Me? I haven't driven in ages. Talk about threatening my manhood, there won't be much left of it when you see me drive. It has a manual gearbox too, I am used to driving automatic."

"Yes, yes." She shrugs off my objections. "But obviously I can't drive now, can I, because then you couldn't, well..."

"Edge you? I can't edge you when you're driving? That's true. Is that what you're asking for, pet? Some remote-controlled action along the way?"

She bats her eyelids, folds her hands and looks down mock-submissively before looking up again. "If it pleases you, Sir."

"Yes it does, pet. Sounds fun. Even if it means you will have to witness my driving skills. Get in the car, my love."

I notice she sits down carefully. "The spanking, the plug or the vibrator?" I grin.

"The spanking and the plug," she admits with a blush.

I briefly switch on the vibrator. The buzzing noise is indeed very subtle. "Oh!" she squeals, and I watch her squirm in her seat. "And the vibrator. Oh. Wow..." I switch the vibrator off and she exhales.

"Let's get on the road first, pet. Now, where's the start button?" She hits me on the arm. "Just messing." I put the key into the ignition and, with only one false start where I stall the engine, we set off. I manage to get the car out on the road without hitting anything, and before we know it, we are zooming along the motorway with the top down and some nineties grunge rock playing from the car stereo. I smile, glance sideways to Sarah, and turn on the vibrator again. It is inaudible against the background roar of the car engine.

"Ah", Sarah gasps. "Oooh." She laughs giddily, and moves her hair out of her face. "Hmmm, ahhhh," she pants and I see her squirm on her seat, gyrating her hips. "Ohhh." Her hips roll forward and backwards with sharp jerking motions. "Oh." She cannot stop letting out small moans.

"Having fun, pet?" I ask her.

"Ohhhh..." she moans, eyes closed, hips gyrating on the car seat. I switch off the vibrator. Her eyes fly open. "Oh! Please... Sir..."

"How was that, pet?"

"Hmmm, it feels so good... Please Sir, can I have some more?"

Keeping my eyes on the road, I switch the vibrator back on, on a slightly higher setting this time. "Ohh! Hhhhh!" She responds immediately. "Mmmmm..." She can't keep her hips still, making small movements backwards and forwards, side to side, and small rotations. Small beads of sweat appear in her cleavage as she reaches up to massage her right tit under the top. "Ah... Haaaa...." she moans as I choose another pattern with even more intensity. Her panting becomes more frantic and she really cannot sit still. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh..." The rolling of her hips is increasingly accompanied by her moans.

"Are you getting close, pet?" I ask her.

"Ohhh, Sir.... Oh..." She moans as she squirms. "I am..." She laughs again.

"You are not allowed to come in the car, pet. If you come during the ride, I won't allow you another orgasm for the entire next week," I tell her sternly, and then I immediately switch off the vibrator, because I notice just in time that my threat turns her on so much that she almost comes on the spot.

"Ohhh.... Sir.... Ohhh, that was mean!" she pants, slightly rolling her hips to chase the vibrations that have now ceased.

"Was it, pet? I was just telling you what the stakes were."

"That was mean, Sir..." She wails.

I switch the vibrator back on. "Ohhhh!" She's even louder now, and really cannot keep still, squirming and turning in her seat. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she moans and pants along with the rhythm of the vibrator. "Pleaaaaase Sir... Oh fuck, oh fuck...." Her movements become frantic again, and I switch the vibrator off again.

We have left the motorway, and I tell her she will receive one more round of edging before we reach our destination. "Reach our destination," she grumbles, "just say 'we get there'... Sir is being mean again... Oh!" The vibrator has come on again. "Yess.... Ohhhhh... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I am amazed that Sarah manages to postpone her climax, which, judging by the sounds and movements she makes, must be very near all the time. But she does, and shortly before we arrive at the small car park on the edge of the nature reserve I am taking her to, I switch off the vibrator again.

"Ohhhh god... That was... Torture... So good, my god." She needs a while to recover. I wait patiently for her to regain the ability to get up and walk, and then we leave the car and make our way into the woods. "I would have loved to come," Sarah complains. "I'm so worked up right now. Where are we going?" She looks around, taking in her surroundings for the first time.

"It's just up that hill," I point in the direction we're going. I open a gate in the fence in front of us.

"Yeah, let's go..." She's still panting. I let her recover for a good ten minutes while we climb up the hill, admiring the wonderful nature. There are coniferous trees and large boulders, and wonderful views in all directions. Amazingly, nobody else seems to want to make the effort to climb this hill, and that is, of course, why I selected this spot.

Now we're alone, I have no qualms walking a few paces behind Sarah, enjoying the view of her long, toned legs and her sexy bum hardly contained by the cutoff jeans hotpants. Then, I switch on the vibrator again. Sarah squeals, laughs loudly, and bends over, her hands pressed agains her crotch.... "Alex... Sir... I cannot.... I cannot walk like this... Ohhh!" She leans against a tree, her hips gyrating as the vibrator buzzes gently.

"You want me to switch it off?"

"No... Yes! Ohh..." she moans.

"If you want it switched off, you lose the privilege of covering your tits and bum, pet."

"Ohhh... what?" She is too turned on to care, and takes off her top. She hands it to me and I admire the rock-hard nipples on her fabulous tits. "Ohhhh, Sir...."

I have mercy on her and switch off the vibrator. "The hotpants too, pet."

"Yes Sir." She shimmies out of the tight jeans hotpants, baring her gorgeous arse cheeks, framed by the sexy black thong panties she is wearing. When she bends over to manoeuvre the trousers over her sturdy hiking boots, I see the plug lodged in her bumhole and the outlines of the vibrator against the obviously damp crotch of her thong. I switch on the vibrator briefly to tease her, and she squeals. "Sir!"

"There's nobody around out here, right?" She asks me with a sly smile, looking around.

"Would you mind if there were people, pet?" I ask her.

She slowly shakes her head, smiling even more broadly. "I'm so turned on, I don't think I would care anymore."

"But you're in luck, there's no one. There never is. It's private property -- open to the public, but hardly anyone knows that. Odd, don't you think? It's so amazing up here."

Sarah walks in front of me, all the way up the hill. The trees are sparse here, and there are large boulders with patches of moss. I watch the hypnotising sway of her hips, her bum cheeks still red from this morning's shower spanking. Her naked tits sway gently as she walks. I cannot believe my luck of being with this wonderful, sexy woman.

Suddenly, the trees fully give way, and we are at the summit of the hill. A cliff edge gapes down in front of us. The view is breathtaking, with a pretty little village in the distance down below. I put down the backpack, retrieve the picknick blanket, spread it out on a patch of moss and grass, and switch the vibrator back on. Sarah squeals again, almost bending double, her nipples hardening on her dangling tits. "Sir... Oh my god..." She pants. "Ohhh... Jesus... She flops down on the blanket. "Ohhh my god..." She caresses her bare arse cheeks, smacking herself once. "Ohh yesss...."

She's on her knees now, bum in the air. I turn the vibrator up a notch to its most intense setting. Panting loudly, Sarah lies down on her stomach, legs spread, her hips turning, bucking and writhing. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open. She moans with shallow, panting breaths. "Yess.... Ohhh... Yess... Ohhh..." The lewd rocking of her hips becomes more intense, as does her moaning... "Sir... Sir..... Ohhh... Please... Please... Ohhh... I...." She's too far gone to be able to tell me she wants to come.

"You want to come, pet? You can. Come for me."

"Oh! Oh! OhHhh! Hmmmm! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she moves her hips very fast now, her cheeks shaking and quivering. Then, with a loud cry, she comes. "Aaahhh, Sir.... Aahhhh..." I let her ride out her orgasm, and switch off the vibrator when she starts laughing uncontrollably. "Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow..."

I join her on the picknick blanket and Sarah hungrily reaches behind her to pull me on top of her. "Hmmm, Sir," she moans, rocking her buttocks against the erection straining in my hiking trousers. Her hands reach back and try to lower my trousers, without much success. I pull down my trousers and underpants, freeing my hard cock, and she grabs it hungrily, trying to lead it towards her pussy. I grab a condom out of my trouser pocket and quickly slip it on, and then slide her thong to the side, carefully remove the vibrator, and align my cock with her pussy. She grabs my hips, pushing back her rear, and pulls me towards her. My cock enters her warm, wet pussy and she moans in satisfaction. "Ohhh, yesss, fuck me Sir," she pants as I thrust into her. I fuck her with wild abandon, relishing a wild cocktail of feelings only kinky outdoor sex can provide: her soft bottom cheeks, her plug pressing against my abdomen with every thrust, the sun on my skin, and a light breeze tickling my behind. It does not take long for me to come inside her, and I flop down, rolling on my side, turning her with me so I can hold her from behind.

She laughs. "Wow, that was intense. Thank you... Oh... Thank you for this amazing experience. Wow. That was hot." The words bubble out of her like carbon dioxide in a cold beer. I hold her even more tightly and kiss her neck, my softening cock giving a last twitch in her pussy.

"It was. You were suffering, though, with that vibrator."

"You were so mean to me! It felt so good, it was torture, it was heaven. The whole drive, I didn't know how I would ever make it without coming. I could have come ten times. That vibrator is insane."

"I'll make sure to have you wear it often, then. Together with the plug. A golden combination to keep my pet in line."

"Drive me mad, more like." Sarah laughs again and reaches back to pull my head towards her. It's an awkward position, but we manage a passionate kiss. My softened cock slips out of her and when we come up for air, I use the opportunity to get rid of the condom. I make sure to put it into the bin liner I brought for our rubbish, my tendency to over-prepare paying off once again.

We cuddle until we become painfully aware of the uncomfortable hardness of the rocky underground. Sarah notices an army of ants developing major traffic infrastructure in the direction of our food supplies. We sit up, and I move the food and enjoy watching her stretch languorously, her fabulous tits rising in the process.

"You may cover up if you like, pet," I say graciously.

But Sarah declines. "No, I like this, Sir. I enjoy the sun on my skin, and keeping you on edge is an added bonus. I would like to get rid of the anal plug though, if it's alright with you." It is. She turns onto her stomach, and I gently remove the plug, wiping it off with a wet wipe, and putting it in the backpack with the vibrator, each in its own little plastic bag for a more thorough clean at home.

We're both hungry now, so I unpack the tapas I brought for our picknick. I take a zero-alcohol lager, and hand Sarah a regular beer. We clink cans, eat and drink, and enjoy the view. "I grew up around here, did you know that? Down there." I point to the picturesque village down below.

"So that's how you knew about this spot? It's so beautiful here." She hesitates. "Do your parents still live there?"

"No, they moved away when me and my brother moved out. After that, I never went back here again. Until today. I had my first kiss here, too."

"You did?"

"When I was fourteen. My first girlfriend, Hannah. She broke my heart a month later."

Sarah smiles. "And now you have had your first outdoor fuck here as well?"

"Actually, you're not the first. Sorry. It's unromantic, I know. I should have saved myself for you."

She laughs, and throws an olive at me. "So you should have."

On our drive home, we talk about last night. Sarah, fully dressed again, albeit minus the sex toys, tells me she adores my friends, and would love to see them more often. I ask her about her own friendships. She frowns. "I have lost a few people in the divorce. They chose his side. And my best friends, I guess I have kind of neglected them lately. I miss them though. Especially my bestie, Jane."

"Why don't you message her now? Just tell her you're sorry you haven't been in touch, and that you miss her, and would love to hear from her again."

"Yeah, well... You're right, I suppose, but I'm scared. What if she's angry?"

"What if she understands you've gone through a rough patch?"

"You're right. No time like the present." She pulls out her phone and types her message. "Well, here goes..."

She's barely pressed 'send' when her phone rings. "Jane?" she says, incredulously when she picks up. She squeals happily into the phone. "So good to hear your voice! Janie, I'm so sorry..." She starts to cry, and from her phone speaker, I hear her friend crying too. Then, they squeal again. Sarah tells Jane about the past year, the divorce, and her sadness turning into an outright depression. "But I'm a lot better now. Yes, I am seeing someone again. Yeah, he's... promising." She smiles at me and softly bumps my arm with her fist. I smile back and blow her a kiss. "Yeah, he's sitting right next to me now. He's driving the MG... Yes, I'm letting him... Well, he said he couldn't drive at all, but he's reasonably mediocre, so... No, I haven't told him I did rally championships, no."

I look at her in shock. "You did what?" I ask her.

"He's shocked, Jane," she says teasingly. "No, I don't think it threatens his manhood that I'm the better driver. He's not that insecure I guess?" She bumps my arm again. "Yeah, certainly a lot better than Kev, that's for sure... Oh yeah, the sex is... Well, better doesn't even begin to describe it. Heavenly?" Loud squealing from the phone.

"You're so going to get spanked for this," I tell Sarah. More squealing from the phone. Jane has obviously heard my comment.

Sarah laughs at something Jane says. "Oh, he'll deliver all right. Did you see that Paddle Man clip on the internet? Yep, that's him. Really. Yes really. Yes, really. Yes, he's hot in real life as well." I laugh out loud. "No, I'm not letting him paddle you too. He's just doing me now. What? It's hot, so hot. But. How have you been? Really? That's such great news. Yes, I'd love to meet you. Wednesday night sounds perfect!" She looks at me questioningly and I smile back at her. "Seven at the Angel. It's a date, Jane. Oh, I am so glad you called.... Yeah, love you too... Bye..."

She hangs up. "Whoooh!!!" she yells into the sky. "That was... Thank you!" The look on her face is breathtaking. I have never seen someone so happy before in my life.

"You're welcome. But. You're a rally driver? And you're letting mediocre me drive this car?" I ask her, still not believing what I have heard before.

"Yes, well, I used to race in my early twenties, but I haven't done so for a long time, not any more. My stepdad did it, and I took it up because of him. The car was his, too. Besides, you can't drive and get edged, rally driver or not. It's about priorities, right?"

"I'm glad you've got your priorities sorted. But did you really need to out me as Paddle Man to your friend?"

"Oh, you don't know Jane. She would have recognised you from that clip anyway. Better to get it out of the way immediately, no?"

"I guess so. You're still going to get spanked for not telling me you're such a great driver, though."

"I should hope so, lover."

And with that, I drive us into the early evening sky, in my reasonably mediocre way.

When we arrive home, she tells me she needs to do some work now. "Sorry sweetheart, I need to prepare for the work day tomorrow. Usually, I work all through the weekend."

"You could work here? Bring your laptop?"

"I... No, I think I need my own work space for that."

"Well, you're welcome to come over when you're finished. I'd love to end this weekend together with you."

She kisses me. "I might just do that." And she's off. I am a bit unhappy, feeling it's an unsatisfactory ending to a great weekend together, but that's the price you pay for being together with an independent careerwoman, I suppose. And maybe she just needs her space, and who am I to deny her that?

Not an hour later, I have just installed myself on the sofa to watch a film on tv, she knocks on my door and enters. She's wearing comfortable pyjamas, soft and sexy with a spaghetti strap top and short bottoms that accentuate her long smooth legs. She cuddles up to me on the sofa.

"Done already?" I ask when I kiss her hello.

She sighs. "There's always more work to be done. It's endless. But I'd rather be here with you. I won't stay awake long, though," she says, yawning. The pyjamas turn out to be a good precautionary measure, because within five minutes, she is fast asleep. I watch the entire film with her snoring gently in my arms, and then I carry her to bed.