A woodland wank

"An unexpected treat on a woodland walk."

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When I go walking in the woods
I sometimes feel the need.
To take my swollen cock out
And release my milky seed.
I slip my trousers to my boots
My pants go south as well.
Then take my fat cock in my hand
And give it merry hell.

But one day when the urge took hold
I leant against a tree.
I slipped my shorts down to the floor
My fat cock springing free.
I took a grip and closed my eyes
Let nature take its course.
Then opened up my eyes to find
A woman on a horse.

Her big blue eyes were staring,
But she didn’t dare to speak.
Her gaze fixed on my pulsing cock,
A flush upon her cheek.
I froze not knowing what to do,
My cock was standing free.
I thought I was in trouble then
Until she smiled at me.

She got down from the large grey horse
And tied it to a tree.
She sat upon a fallen branch
Her eyes were locked on me.
I slowly resumed stroking
And a smile lit up her face.
And that was all I needed 
To increase my wanking pace.

I watched her as her breath grew short
She bit her lower lip.
She moved her Jodphured legs wide
And inside a hand did slip.
I stroked my cock, she probed her cunt
We were just yards apart
I swear that she could hear the beating 
of my racing heart.

We both were gasping loudly when,
Once several minutes passed,
I felt a sweet on rushing,
With my cum approaching fast.
I looked upon her smiling face
As with an aching cry,
One final pump of aching cock
And then my cum did fly.

Her eyes went wide as I let go
She let a gentle cry, 
As she too reached crescendo 
With a tremble of her thigh.
We both were panting heavily
both were truly spent.
I couldn’t quite believe how far
The pair of us had went.

She took her fingers slowly out
She sucked them dry, and then,
She blew a kiss toward me 
And climbed on her horse again.
Then with a subtle wave she left
And I was left alone,
Thinking that I should have got
Her number on my phone.

I’ve never seen her since that day
But hope one day I might.
Her frantic finger fucking was
A most delightful sight
I stroll along each wooded track
And down each country lane
And long to see the tall grey horse’s
Owner once again.

Published 9 years ago

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