No breeze moved the leaves overhead as Linda stood beneath the shade of trees. Sunshine glared on fields opposite, where corn, green and tall, raised expectant heads, eager to be gilded by this cosmic brilliance. No birds sang. In the intense heat, a mouse peered out from the hedgerow, sniffed the air and quickly disappeared for cover. Linda smiled, sensible mouseThree days it had been like this. Summer had arrived with a vengeance. Usually, Linda loved sunshine, but this heat was just too much, and she was glad to be under the trees.Hot weather had prompted her to dress lightly. Apart from the wide-brimmed straw hat over her tawny hair, she wore her thinnest blue summer dress, pink panties and sandals. That was it, cool as she could manage. No bra, her neat breasts hardly needed one, but her nipples could show against thin cotton. Brad’s libido, so far kept at bay, might be encouraged.Her time with Brad had started just over a month earlier, when he had visited her Aunt Faye to discuss her garden lay-out. Aunt Faye, identifying her relationship with Brad as possibly something closer than previous boy-friends, had intensified her warnings about controlling her impulses.Linda had lived with her widowed aunt, for over a year now, since she had rescued Linda from the confines of the St Agnes Home for Girls.Linda’s parents had been killed in the Dordogne, when their car smashed into a bridge parapet at speed. Their Will had placed Linda in the Home ‘for her security’ and it had been two years before Aunt Faye had collected her.“Being religious didn’t stop them buzzing around Europe and leaving you in care.” Aunt Faye had said coldly. Linda had heard her mother call her sister, Faye, ‘a woman of low morals’. So, Aunt Faye had not learned of the accident until two years after the event.Living in Aunt Faye’s substantial house had been a dream for Linda. The Home had been like a prison, all restrictions, and while alive, her parents had been equally strict. But with Aunt Faye, Linda found she had her own massive room, was gifted several modern outfits, a change from the plain clothes she had been used to.Aunt Faye had given her more freedom than she had ever known but had frequently repeated words of caution. “You’ve just turned nineteen, you’re are a highly attractive, no, beautiful young lady. And no doubt young men have been coming on to you”.This helped explain those tingling, twitches deep inside her, when a boy kissed her. Aunt Faye had confirmed the risks of that and became more vehement when Linda started meeting Brad more frequently. “Please, Linda, enjoy your new freedom, like a released prisoner. That was me once. Don’t make my mistake. I became a wild woman. Any man could have me. No doubt your mother told you.”Linda had nodded, before Aunt Faye smiled ruefully, “I was lucky to encounter my darling husband, Jeff, when I might have become a hooker.Don’t be easy meat. Hugs and kisses but know your man for sure. No liberties down there.” She had nodded in the direction of Linda’s crotch.Aunt Faye’s often-stressed warnings were almost ingrained in Linda’s mind. Fending off early suitors had been easy, but with Brad she had found resistance more difficult. Tall, dark haired, and very handsome, he had a ready sense of humour, and Linda had been quickly attracted. They had done much smooching, with tangled tongues, which made Linda aware, and a little uncertain, about the moistening down there.So far, Brad had remained very respectful of her limits, although she had noticed how misshapen the front of his pants became. Linda felt guilty about frustrating him but knew she must hold to Aunt Faye’s advice. Yet, when he stroked a hand over her bloused breast, he must have heard her gasp of pleasure.Waiting on the lane now, clutching her light bag, she wondered what the change of plan would be. She’d had a wave of disappointment when Brad phoned to say that the pool party at the super-rich Aiken’s mansion was off, A leak had developed in the base of the pool. A steaming day like this had her crying out for such a chance to keep cool.Brad’s car soon was pulling up alongside her and, leaning across, he opened the door, and called, “God, you look scrumptious. Get in.”Puzzled, but noting that Brad looked scrumptious himself, in pale blue sports shirt and pants, she removed her wide hat before climbing in beside him. It was so good to have him lean across to press a warm kiss to her cheek.“What happened?” she asked, as she settled in the seat.“Found the leak last night. Sod’s Law, Arch’s father called it, and insisted it be fixed immediately. Just drove past, and the place is a building site already.”“So where are we going?”“Anywhere you like, lovely lady.” And Linda saw his eyes lower to the front of her dress.“Somewhere cool and out of this sun,” she told him.“Right,” Brad said, revving up the engine, “then it has to be the Quinta Forest? Foothills of the Quinta Mountains.”Linda could not help wondering about why he suggested a forest. A good place for seduction? She gave Brad a smile, “Is it far?”“Fifteen minutes, tops. Got your towel?”“For a pool party, but a towel for a forest?” By chance she had kept her Bostancı Escort towel in her bag.“There’s a little waterfall and stream down from the mountains. Cool, if you want to dabble your feet.”With the windows down, it was good to have the wind blowing through her hair. In no time Brad was steering the car onto a bare patch of land, on the edge of a thick blanket of trees. “From here we walk.” he said, “I don’t think you’ll need the hat.”Brad reached behind the seat to produce a small haversack. “Thought a little picnic might be in order.”The moment they entered the canopy of trees there was an immediate welcoming coolness. Occasional shafts of sunlight broke the dimness, natural searchlights, as they followed a well-worn footpath which rose slightly the further they walked.“Few people know this spot, so it’s special. If we stayed on this wide track we’d soon be climbing the mountain. This was theTree identification part of my course. It’s easy when they’re fully leaved.” A wry smile creased his face, before he continued, “But trees are so like women, harder to identify when undressed.”Linda gave a slight laugh, “I thought it would be the other way around.”Brad laughed, and shook his head, “True, clothes can define a woman. Out of them, you never know, if you can’t see the face.” Brad stopped walking and turned to her. “Until they start moving.”Linda returned his smile, as she wondered about his philosophising. How much experience of women did he have? Watch your step, Linda. “Why have we stopped?”Brad moved to his left, “Because this is where we turn off.”There were no breaks in the bordering shrubs, until Brad raised one branch, revealing a much narrower trail beyond. He waved Linda through. She stooped and was very aware of his finger tips on her buttocks as he followed. Gentle guidance? Or promised intrusion?However, when they straightened up he walked ahead of her. Single file was all that was possible on this narrow path. Linda liked the slimness of Brad’s buttocks and impishly wondered how he’d react to her fingertips touching him there. Dangerous ground, Linda, she warned herself.Soon, they heard the splashing of water. Within seconds, the path opened out into a neat saucer shaped clearing. In the far-right hand corner, Linda saw a low cascade of water tumbling into a shallow stream, which flowed behind a dense matting of high shrubs opposite them.“All so nice and peaceful,” Linda remarked, quietly impressed trying to sound teasing but keeping the doubts out of her voice, as she pointed to the mossy slope to her left. “Brought a few girls here, have you?”Brad looked just a little sheepish as he admitted, “One or two.”“And this was the cosy casting couch?” Giggling at her little joke she added, “I’m supposed to make myself comfy there?”Brad’s face was inscrutable as he said, “No, there’s somewhere much more private.” What could be more private? But Brad took her hand and led her to the dense matting of shrubs. “It looks like a solid obstacle, but put your face up close to it, so the leaves tickle your face.”Puzzled, Linda did as Brad asked. At first her eyes were troubled by leaves and twigs, but as she adjusted her position, she found that she was looking into what looked like a very small room. Thick hedging formed the four walls, but directly opposite there was a low opening in the far wall through which Linda could see the stream gurgling past.“Very neat,” she remarked. “Pity there’s no way in.”“You’ve just looked at it,” Brad told her, Linda found herself being led towards the small waterfall, before Brad turned along a very narrow strip of land to follow the stream.“Don’t slip, and get your feet wet,” Brad chuckled, then he was ducking to pass through the low gap that Linda had seen from the clearing. As he guided her through, she noticed his eyes taking in how her dress fell away from her breasts. Then she was up and standing, to be instantly delighted by the panoply of tiny pink flowers that covered the dense shrubbery she had looked through.It was like floral wallpaper, and Linda couldn’t resist saying, “You sure know how to set up your seduction points.”“I’ve only ever had one other lady here,” he told her.“And did she succumb to your manly charms?” Linda said, half regretting being so off-hand.“I’m afraid not,” he said, almost glumly.“Better find a different location,” Linda said, and put a laugh in her voice as she added, “Because you ain’t going to get much success today.” There was a pause as she wondered how spiteful she might have sounded.So, sitting down on the moss that, strangely, sloped towards the high pink hedge, and feeling she needed to give some recompense, she told him, “But, I might find a gentle kiss for someone who saved me from the searing sun.”Brad was immediately down alongside her, and their mouths came together in something more than a gentle kiss. Linda had to admit to herself that an equal amount of the ardour, as their tongues tangled, came from her. With tender fingertips tracing her cheeks, her hair and her neck, she allowed Brad to lay her back on the moss.Stretching her toes out, she could just touch the tangled hedging, Bostancı Escort Bayan and Brad’s hands traced the outline of her shape, from shoulder, waist, hip to outer thigh. His hand so gentle, as it made the return journey.His movements, all outside her dress, created a sensation inside her timorous mind that she had a lovely figure, before his words reaffirmed that fact, by breaking their kiss to tell her, “You have the most sensational shape. I just wish I could get to know it better.”As he began kissing her again, and one hand smoothed over her covered left breast, Linda, having cooled nicely, felt her blood begin to flow heatedly once more. The fervour of his kiss, his stroking hand, and his words revealed his amorous intentions.That was what bothered her most, because each time they’d met she had encountered this rising sensuality within herself. And now he was discovering that there was no bra and he could finger her covered nipple. His touch was so good.Aunt Faye’s warnings so far had helped keep her from committing herself too far to Brad’s obvious desires. There was some guilt when she saw the front of his pants distort. Guilt and worry mixed with a strong impulse to reach out and touch there. But that could make control of his needs impossible.Brad moved his lips to the side of her neck, and Linda was so aware of her own heavy breathing. The whole situation struck her as crazy. Physical needs that had been subdued inside her, now seemed to be screaming out for attention. At that very moment Brad’s fingers were deftly undoing the top buttons of her dress.This had been her limit last time, as his hand moved, with some expertise, to cover her breast, gently squeezing it, before fingertips skidded up and down the slopes. Soon those fingers were circling her nipple, touching it, stroking teasingly over it. Linda was sure her juices must be flowing down her thighs. Her breathing must signal something to Brad.That was the moment that he moved his lips from nibbling at her bared shoulder, down towards her breast. Linda was sure that if his lips and tongue did what his fingers had been doing she might be lost to any promises made to Aunt Faye.Rather too vigorously, she pushed his head away, hissing, “No, Brad, I can’t. You know–“Brad, after giving her a hard, despairing stare, leaned forward in a sitting position, and wrapped his arms around his knees. “I can’t take much more of this teasing. It’s getting to be too—” A raucous woman’s laugh broke the silence around them. Brad looked at Linda’s surprised face, held a silencing finger to his lips, nodded in the direction of the blossomed wall, as he slithered a short distance down the bank.Shaken by the sudden intrusion on their privacy, Linda watched as Brad leaned towards the hedge. When she looked in that direction she was shocked that, through the tangle of twigs, she could make out, not clearly, but definitive enough, the shapes of two people. A man, in green shirt and pants, and a woman in a yellow blouse and wide flowing orange skirt, stood facing each other.Brad fingered his lips once more and signalled for Linda to slide down to where he was. Uncertainly, she joined him, and whispered, “How can we see through so easily from this side?”Linda immediately saw that by moving closer to the hedging she could make out the couple in much greater detail. The woman had wild, vividly red almost crimson, hair. The man, tall and rugged looking, had his black hair cut very short. At that moment they were kissing most passionately, the man’s hand groping under the woman’s blouse.Brad, eyes fixed on what was happening, whispered an answer, “I don’t know. Something to do with the way the twigs entwine, I guess. You’ll notice you can’t see the other–Wow.” Linda followed the direction of his eyes at his unexpected break. The woman’s blouse lay on the ground, her ample pink-tipped breasts exposed, and the man was nuzzling his face into them. Brad’s strained voice completed his explanation, “—side of the clearing.”Linda briefly glanced in that direction and saw it was true. The other side of the saucer shaped clearing was obscured. A greater truth came when, for the first time the woman spoke, as her hands pulled at the man’s belt buckle. “Everything off before we lie on this cosy bed of moss.” And as her eyes turned to indicate the slope, Linda saw the brazen glint there.The man had been heaving at the elastic waistband of her skirt and as it dropped down Linda heard Brad’s almost too loud gasp. The woman wore no panties and was now totally naked. What shocked Linda was the sight of her hairless mound, beyond which lower lips appeared to pout.“We shouldn’t be voyeurs, should we?” Linda whispered plaintively.“Want to let them know we’re watching?” Brad said, leaning forward keenly. “Look away if you must. It’s the only other choice.”But, Linda knew she just could not pull her own eyes from the action, as the man slid a hand between the woman’s thighs, and his arm muscles flexed as he moved it around.“Oh, Dane, you bastard,” the woman half screamed, “I’m going to have you.” And with that she, at last, pulled his pants Escort Bostancı down, and it was Linda’s turn to gasp, as the man’s huge pole sprang into view, pointing up hard and strong.If Linda had been shocked by that, what happened next, had every sinew in her body twitching. The woman dropped to her knees, cupped a hand under Dane’s balls, and Linda saw her tongue trail along the length of his prick. Oh, God, she’s kissing a man’s erect cock. That’s something Linda could never imagine doing.“Oh, that’s great, Ell,” Dane groaned.The woman called Ell, leered up at him, “But you like this better.”Her lips and tongue lingered on the purple end of the cock, before, to Linda’s shock and amazement, Dane’s solid cock disappeared right deep into her mouth. Linda could see Ell’s cheeks concave as she sucked keenly. Surely, she wouldn’t let him empty his stuff into her mouth?But, without delay, Ell pulled her head back, leaving the hefty cock bouncing, moist and fascinating for Linda, while Ell flung herself back on the mossy bank with legs spread wide revealing her soaking pink petals. She yelled, “Okay, Dane, it’s fuck me time.”A mighty grin on his stubbled face, Dane dropped to his knees between Ell’s shapely thighs. There was a strange rawness deep inside Linda as she realised that, for the first time in her life, she was going to see a couple doing it. Dane’s cock looked mighty, and Linda wondered what it would be like to have something of that immensity inside her. Why was she finding it so difficult to bury the thought?Dane’s next move appeared to annoy Ell, but only for a moment. For Linda however, it was as though her whole body had gone numb except for one secret, suddenly soaked, spot. Instead of lying between Ell’s thighs, Dane had dived his head directly down, and Linda could see his tongue eagerly lapping at those protruding pussy lips.Ell squirmed in rapturous frenzy, but so did Linda. What had come over her? Her right hand was shaking, wanting to press into her own pussy. She was all atremble, more so than the effects of Brad’s touch at her nipples.“Oh, jeez, Dane, I’m cumming. Yeah, stuff it into me.”Linda was panting, suddenly aware of a hand that moved slowly up the inside of her left thigh. So smoothly sensuous. Brad?` On the mossy bank, Ell’s body was thrashing about out of control, and so many profanities were spouting from her mouth, but all Linda could make out, given her own depraved state, were the words, “Now, fuck me. Do it. Fill my cunt, you teasing bastard.”Linda’s lascivious condition had been brought on by seeing Brad’s arm as it moved his hand along her thigh. His target was undoubtedly where she had just had the urge to finger. If she allowed this, she knew it would be ‘goodbye’ to all Aunt Faye’s advice. But wasn’t it what she was now yearning for?What she had witnessed through the shrubbery, what she could still see, had led her into an unknown, yet exciting, state of mind. Alongside her she heard Brad grunt. Pleased with feeling her thigh, was he? She glanced across at him, and the breath that she had been panting rapidly, suddenly stuck in her throat.While his right hand made a slow move on her inner thigh, Brad’s eyes were fixed on the events taking place beyond the blossoms, where Dane had relented to Ell’s pleas, moved up her body ploughing his fingers over her substantial breasts as he rose over her. Then, his impressive shaft was plunging deep into Ell’s eager opening. Her high-pitched squeal of delight rose among the sunlit trees and continued as a series of whimpering squeaks.But Linda’s shock was drawing her viewing away from the pair outside. Brad’s left hand had unzipped his pants and he was clutching his cock, every bit as impressive as what they’d seen on Dane. Not many minutes ago she would have been shocked and rather nervous, but now her own hand automatically, without any thought, reached across to touch the shiny end.That touch brought a throaty, “Oh, yes,” from Brad, and he took his own hand away, encouraging Linda to close her fingers around his rock-hard pole. Her first cock, and the convoluted thoughts that had flowed through her uncertain mind were beginning to clear.Need, and longing, were taking over, as Brad leaned over her, and as he moved his right hand higher to near touching her wetness, his left hand was quickly and deftly unfastening the remaining buttons on her dress. As he threw it wide Linda realised that apart from her remaining panties her body was exposed to the green leaves above and the bright blueness of the sky beyond.Behind them the grunts, moans and screams of passion from Ell and Dane, were only background now, as Brad brought his face close to Linda’s. His fingers slid over her mound to grip her panty waist. “You okay with this?” he asked gruffly, pulling down.Linda’s voice caught in her throat as she admitted, “It has to be now, Brad.” Every part of her body was trembling. The brief movement of his hand to clutch at her panties before removing them had been so exciting, but now there was momentary emptiness as, while she continued to grip the hardness of him, his hands left her and unbuckled his belt, to push his own pants down.Linda had only a partial idea of how this would develop, but, advancing rapidly in her way of thinking, she sat up, shrugged out of her open dress, unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders. She laughed with Brad as he whispered, “Now, we’re both naked, but safe from the sun.”