The Bridge
It was a long way but the time spent in the car was worth it. The fields rolled away into the distance as the car almost drove itself along the flat, smooth surface of the carriageway, the drumming of the tyres making a soothing sound, very relaxing and calming.
It also meant I could run my finger tips along your legs, weaving them across your thighs and over the zip on your jeans, lingering on the zip clasp itself, causing you to wriggle a little in your seat. To add some spice to the trip I had told you that you could choose your bra and panties for the journey, a little unusual given that I normally selected them for you.
Your instructions were that they had to meet my standards and that I had to be pleased with your selection. Knowing that this unusual element of freedom carries with it a big risk is adding to your anticipation and general levels of excitement, especially as you saw me put my favourite paddle into my rucksack.
The car park at the edge of the woods is empty and I park the car, reversing it against the fence with the trees behind it, all very nice and secluded.
We get out of the car and exchange our trainers for the walking shoes in the boot: the weather is fine and warm, the sun’s rays warming our faces as we set off into the wood. The Path is clearly set out and once we are under the canopy of the trees the heat of the sun is replaced by a cool, crisp air.
The very welcome chill quickly causes your nipples to rise and become prominent, hard and appealing: partly from the change in the micro climate but also due to the fact that my hand is dancing on your bottom, tapping out a rhythm of control as we walk along.
You so totally understand how important your body is to me and how you always give of it freely and with dedication. This is especially true of your bottom.
We walk along the path which is flat as it follows the path of the river: the water is loud, fast-moving and deep, almost as hypnotic and the car’s tyres on the road. There are a few parts of the river where rapids have formed and we stop to admire them.
I pull you close and we kiss. There are no other sounds other than our breathing and the water. Your bottom instinctively responds to my touch and you move your hips into me.
That zip needs to be loosened.
We walk a little further to see a big wooden bridge over the river: wide enough for two people to pass but with very little width otherwise. We step out onto the wooden slats with you leading the way but with me guiding you by touching your bottom with my left hand and my right hand gently brushing your hair.
You are a little uncertain about my intentions but your submission is telling you that my hands and their work are leading to something, but you are uncertain about exactly what.
The noise and power of the water is increasing as we head over towards the middle of the bridge.
I tell you to stop and to stand with your back to me, looking down towards the water.
I rub my hands along your back and move my hands around to your front, gently cupping your boobs in my hands. Instantly they respond to my touch and your nipples become very hard, very quickly.
You let out a low sigh and you instinctively push your hips back into me, confirming your submission and dedication and reminding me of your commitment that I can have you at any point in time that I desire. I grab your hair into a pony tail and pull your head back, whispering in your ear that your fate lies in my hands alone.
I unzip your jeans and gently ease them over your hips: at this point your blood pressure starts to rise mirroring your concern that I may not approve of your underwear choice today, remembering that I had told you to make your own choices but that I wanted to be seriously impressed.
The soft white fabric of your lace panties do very much impress me and I tell you this, bringing a smile to your face. I pull your jeans down around your ankles and kiss the back of your neck.
The only sounds we can hear are the sounds of the water below and the birds in the trees: anyone approaching from the distance we would be able to hear but the wood is empty and calm, free from prying eyes.
I pull your jeans to your ankles and play with your gorgeous bottom, kneading your soft flesh and teasing you by running my hands around the edges of your panties, across your bottom, tracing them around your hips and then in between your legs, gently flicking my finger tips over your clit.
I can feel that you are very wet indeed and press your panties into your soft pussy. Highly delightful.
I unzip my jeans, push your panties to one side and enter you, slowly and with care, pulling your hair and telling you that you are to remain very still. You are pleased that, as yet, my paddle has stayed in my bag!
I start to fuck you slowly but with increasing force making you writher with every thrust which are then accompanied by my fingers gently rubbing and stroking your clit. You start to moan and I remind you that you are to be quiet or the paddle WILL make an appearance.
Your wriggling gets more intense and you ask if you are allowed to cum which I do not give permission for. I continue to fuck you but faster now and again you ask for release, promising to do anything when we are in bed later.
I allow you to cum and to be noisy and vocal as you do so: you follow this to the letter.
I then stop and tell you to get dressed as we will be walking further into the wood where, at a place and time of my choosing, we will continue our exciting fucking.
We walk across the remainder of the bridge and continue along the track following the path of the river. You wonder when I will decide upon a suitable place for more “us” time …………………..