Then she directed me to lay back on the rug and swung her leg over to stradle me. Reaching down under her skirt Danielle guided my cock, sliding herself down onto it and leaning forward on top of me. We began to make out as she moved her hips back and forth, sliding up and down on my shaft. I puy my arms around her back and we embraced. This was a type of sex we didn’t often practice. No kinks or third parties. Just the two of us, connected and intimate, our tongues dancing together as we held each other.
I reached down and ran my hands under Danielle’s skirt to grip her ass. My finger traced down her crack to find her ass hole, which I teased playfully. We continued like this for a while, just enjoying one another. It was peaceful and serene, the sounds of nature all around us. There was a gentle breeze blowing up the hillside and I lifted her skirt to allow the cool wind to pass over her exposed cheeks. There was no loud cue of impending orgasm, Danielle was quiet, but I could hear her breathing changing and she began to thrust a little faster.
“I’m… ahh… I’m really close.” she sighed in a near whisper
“Me too” I replied, her rythmic gyrations and the unusual sensuality of this encounter bringing me steadily closer to climax.
I stroked the tip of my finger back and forth over her sphincter as Danielle’s breathing quickened to a pant. Her warm breath exhaled over my face as she rested in my chest. Then without any vocal drama she stopped thrusting and squeezed her legs together. I felt her pussy contracting around my cock, her thighs shaking against my own and her asshole quivering. It was zen-like. She exhaled and her eyes rolled back as she almost silently orgasmed on top of me.
I was really close, but not close enough. I didn’t cum inside her but I enjoyed watching her climax. I kissed her again and she rolled back onto the blanket.
“Sorry” she said after a moment.
“What for?” I asked
“You weren’t ready” she replied “want me to get back on? or I can suck you off.”
“It’s OK” I answered “there will be plenty of time for that later”
My cryptic response caused Danielle to raise an eyebrow. She slipped her panties back on and pulled her bra and shirt back over her breasts. I packed up the picnic items and folded the rug away.
“Onwards!” I instructed, pointing back up the hillside to the trail.
Danielle lead the way back up the bank and onto the path. As we rejoined, another couple passed us heading off track in almost the exact direction we had come from. That was fortunate timing, clearly what I thought was a secluded spot was actually quite well known to locals!
As we walked further along the trail, looping back towards the car, Danielle spoke of how much she had enjoyed what we’d just done. How it was a nice change of pace from our usual high energy activities and how she loved being close to me. This made me a little concerned she wouldn’t be into what I had planned next but she reassured me that she was up for anything with me. I wondered if she might regret saying that. My boner persisted for the next 30 minutes of hiking, spurred on by Danielle’s continued flashes as we walked the trail. As we got nearer to where I had parked, I spotted a distinctively shaped tree and knew this was the place to head off the beaten track once again. We walked into the woodland, away from the main route for about 15 minutes, eventually entering a small grassy clearing I had found on Google maps and reccy’d a couple of weeks ago. It was silent, apart from the odd sounds of birds flying overhead. In the middle of the clearing was a large fallen tree trunk and it was overgrown with folliage in some places. I put down my pack and turned to face Danielle.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Always!” she replied, smiling and raising her eyebrows.
I opened my pack and removed a length of rope from it. Guiding Danielle to lean back against one of the surrounding trees, I tied her to it, binding her hands securely behind the trunk. Then I positioned her feet apart and stepped back to admire my work. Danielle smiled, imagining what might come next. Next I removed a pair of scissors from my bag, the sort with rounded tips that you see used in A&E to cut patient’s clothing off. I started to cut up the left sleeve of her shirt.
“Hey!!” Danielle protested “I liked this shirt”
I continued to cut across the chest and then down the other sleeve, so that I was able to pull the entire thing off and out from behind her back. I cut off a piece of the fabric to make a gag which I then tied over her mouth. As I took the scissors to the bottom of her skirt Danielle protested in words muffled by the gag, but I sensed further disatisfaction with the destruction of her clothing. Nevertheless I cut upwards straight through the elasticated waistband and pulled the skirt out from between the tree trunk her bum, discarding it on the ground. I stood back again to appreciate the view. She looked sexy as hell in her white cotton panties, riding low over her hips and her matching tight fitting vest top (imagine Sigourney Weaver in Alien). I walked up toward her and began to grope her bare thighs, sliding my hands under the back of her panties. I fondled her breasts through her clothing, squeezing them roughtly as I licked her face. I pressed the bulge in my shorts against her, grinding up and down against her leg.
Then I pulled the bottom of her vest top away from her belly, tracing my finger around her navel. I took the scissors once more and cut through the material vertically up between her breasts to the neck. I cut each shoulder strap in turn and yanked the top out from behind her back. It caught on the bark of the tree and I heard it tear as I pulled on it. I began to stroke the exposed parts of her breasts, kissing down her neck and all over her chest, finally sliding the scissors between her bra and sternum. She drew a sharp intake of breath as the cold metal contacted her skin. She furrowed her brow and glared at me, clearly unimpressed with the fate her bra was about to meet. It took quite a lot of force to snap through the plastic internal support structure but it succumb. The cups fell open exposing her tits to me once again. I stood back and snapped a picture of desheveled Danielle on my phone, standing there in her panties, ankle socks and trainers. Then I returned to her, playing with her breasts, slapping them and pulling on her nipples causing her to groan in pain. Finally I made a cut up each side of her panties, taking hold of the front and pulling them up. The gusset was drawn up between her pussy lips like a cheese wire. I pulled them through her slit to moans of discomfort as the fabric abraded her sensitive parts. I inspected the material and noted the snail trail of glistening pussy juice it had gathered, putting them up to my nose to inhale her scent before pocketing them as a sort of trophy. Now completely naked, with the exception of her bra, the cups of which dangled from it’s straps against her protruding chest, and her socks and shoes, I stepped away from Danielle.
I stood a few feet from her and unzipped the fly of my shorts, extracting my eager cock and stroking it as I stared at her, bound naked and helpless, to the tree. I masturbated openly before her for a few minutes and she watched in silence. It was exilerating, standing in the open air stroking my dick and watching Danielle in her vulnerability. I had to be careful not to over do it though as I was already highly primed, I could have cum over her in seconds. Danielle got into the role, pulling at her bindings and moaning through the gag as though she were some sort of captive hostage. After enjoying the visual experience for a while, edging myself as close to cumming as I dared, I packed my member back inside my shorts, returned the scissors to the pack and took out a pair of black nitrile gloves. Danielle watched me pulling them over my hands with a snap, uncertain what was going to happen. Then I walked over to an overgrown patch of ground near the fallen tree and inspected the folliage for a moment. Spotting what I needed, I reached down a picked one of the green, ribbed leaves. Then I walked back over to Danielle, showing her the leaf.
“D’ya know what this is??” I asked.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head violently from side to side, clearly recognising the stinging nettle I was holding. I reached down between her legs with my gloved hand and began to stroke between her slit, coaxing her clit into emerging from between her damp labia. Slipping another finger inside her, I probed her for a little. With the nettle leaf in my other hand, I tormented her with it, passing it close to her bare breasts and face as she squirmed to escape being brushed by it. Then I knelt down so that I was eye level with her spread legs and I gently grazed the nettle leaf against her inner thighs. Danielle flinched instantly as the stinging hairs penetrated her delicate flesh. She began to moan in discomfort as the pain radiated out from the small contact points and an obious welt formed on each leg. I continued to finger her, rubbing her clit with my thumb until I heard her breathing increase. Knowing she was sufficiently aroused, I withdrew my fingers from inside her and pressed the leaf against her smooth, clean shaven vulva, dragging it all over her fleshy outer lips and pressing it into her hairless slit until it eventually tore in two. I threw it on the ground and got off on Danielle’s cries of pain as her delicate genitals were tortured by the instant searing sting. Entirely unstimulated, Danielle continued to groan and I knew it was because of the aching in her crotch rather than any sort of sexual pleasure. After what I deemed a sufficient period of pure pain, I reinserted my fingers inside her, taking care to only do so with the hand that hadn’t touched the nettle, and I began to stroke her g-spot. Her breathing quickened again as the pleasure of my fingers caressing her internals combined with the pain of her now inflamed and welted vulva to cause that pleasure-pain that she so enjoyed. I pressed my thumb into her slit and found her still firm clit to rub. As soon as I touched it though she screamed out in pain and sobbed. I guess some nettle hairs manaaged to embed themselves on it making her hyper sensitive. I continued to stimulate the interior of her pussy occassionally using her clit as a little pain booster whenever my motions seemed to be getting her too close to climax. After quite some time, eventually the stinging sensation began to wear off and my stimulation of her clit served only to increase her arousal levels. I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers and she was perspiring in the heat of the day. Little beads of sweat formed over her exposed body making it glisten in the sunlight like a jewel. I pulled off the glove from the hand I had been handling the nettle with and discard it with the pile of clothing, then i reached up and started to fondle her breasts and nipples while I worked her. She was within a hairs breadth of her second orgasm of the day, but this time it was decidedly louder. I could judge her arousal levels both audibly and also by the amount of her own pre-cum seeping from her pussy and flowing down my hand. But I wasn’t ready to let her have it just yet though. I stood up and pulled the gag down from her mouth so I could kiss her as I continued fingering.
