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Some people dislike the word slut but for Emma it’s the perfect word, it describes her to perfection. Her wanton behaviour is sometimes beyond belief. She flirts constantly; often to her detriment as it is she, who is left wanting more. She masturbates incessantly when she’s on her own and I have never known anyone like her in my entire life. Well, that’s not entirely true. All this is from her, not me. We have never met – yet! But we are going to meet in about thirty minutes. Yes, that’s right, you read correctly, thirty minutes. I am parked up at a local woodland enclosure. People use this for the occasional walk; to clear their heads, to take their dogs for a walk and to admire the tall pine trees and nature in general. There are squirrels here; shame they are not the red variety as I find them to be far more appealing than their grey counterparts. At the moment it’s drizzling with rain; not heavy, just that fine drizzle that the English countryside is famous for this time of year. I bite my lip as I look out of the window of my car. We are going to get wet in this but there is one saving grace, there are no other cars around, just mine at the moment. The glass is beginning to steam up and I put on some loud music and activate the demister. Occasionally I let the windscreen wipers do their job and I wait it out. A car pulls into the park and my heart jumps out of my body; thank god for the skin surrounding it, which gradually pulls it back in. It’s not her; it’s a bloke in waterproofs, he gets out and opens the boot of his car. A dog is let loose and starts to run everywhere. Obviously it’s the dog’s weekly walk. They head off into the woods and silence descends once more. At least the dog is not the barking type. I wish I had brought a book along to pass the time of day, but to be honest I would probably end up reading the same chapter several times. Another car pulls into the parking area. It pulls around and şişli escort stops in front of me. It then reverses so that it is parks up opposite me. A lady gets out. She is about five foot three inches, a curvy woman with nice tits. I know, I have seen them. On-line that is, where we met. She closes the car door and locks it. She looks over in my direction and starts to walk towards me. She seems confident, more confident than I am at the moment. Now my heart is pounding. I get out of the car and quickly grab my coat from the passenger seat. I lock it and start to cover myself; protecting myself from the constant drizzle of the rain. She walks up to me and smiles. I smile back. “Shall we walk?” I say as we head off into the woods. We have chatted a lot on-line, in our self-contained little worlds but this is our first meeting. I find her pleasant to be with. She is already flirty, funny, she even laughs at my jokes; as I do the same with hers. She knows why she’s here; I know why she’s here as well. We come to a narrow part of the path. In a gentlemanly fashion I let her walk first. But the real reason is that I can stare at her arse. She is wearing tight, lycra-like leggings and I bet she has no knickers on. Over the top is a one piece woolen garment. The raincoat she has on is barely down to her waist. Not the sort you need in this weather; but like me, she is also resigned to the fact that she will get wet today; in more ways than one. She halts at the edge of a clearing. “Who told you to stop,” I said jokingly as my hand contacts her arse very firmly. Her head snaps upwards and a sudden gasp is released from her lips. She looks around at me, smirks, but says nothing. I point my finger in the direction of the path and she starts to move forward. A squirrel runs in front of us about forty yards ahead. She stops to look at it. “I never told you to stop,” I say as my hand once more smacks her arse. mecidiyeköy escort This time it was harder. I let my hand explore her arse for a brief moment, and as I thought, I could detect no knickers. “You are asking for a spanking,” I tell her, “you know that don’t you!” I see her throat ripple as she swallows, but she says nothing. A soft sigh escapes her lips. As she walks on, I know she is smiling. “Do you have knickers on?” I ask. She shakes her head to indicate that she doesn’t. “You’re such a slut,” I tell her. I know those words will bring a smile to her face but she refrains from expressing her feelings visually. We eventually walk past the clearing and along a path. We cannot hold hands as it’s too narrow. She wouldn’t be expecting me to show her any affection in any case. She stumbles over a log but catches herself from falling. “Stop here,” I tell her. We stop by a fallen tree, the main trunk is high enough for her to lean against, which she does. Our eyes meet each other as I walk towards her. I push her back into the fallen tree, grasp the zipper of her coat and pull it down. My hands immediately dive inside her coat and cup her breasts. I squeeze them and roll my thumbs over the area where her nipples should be. “No bra!” I shake my head in despair at how she has dressed for our first meeting, but I continue to fondle and squeeze her breasts. I take her hand and pull her forwards a little. Further on, the tree is lower. I let her rest with her bum on the edge of the tree. She is starting to get a little wet; at least with the rain, though I suspect if she had been wearing any knickers they would have been soaked long ago. I undo her raincoat fully. I push my hands up her woolen jumper and grasp her flesh. They feel wonderful in my hands and I push her jumper up as far as it will go. She looks into my eyes and I can see that she is pleading with me. Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts and she pushes her upper body towards my hands as I maul her tits. I finally find my prey. Her nipples start to harden and my fingers find them. Her aureoles are already inflamed and rough to my touch; dimpled from the cold air that now engulfs them. She knows what’s going to happen next as she stares at me, open-mouthed. I grasp her nipples and squeeze them. She shrieks at first, and then she rides the pain that flows through her body. The second squeeze of her nipples is accompanied by an inrush of breath and immediately she exhales. The third is completely unexpected. The words, “fuck me!” escape from her mouth in an unprecedented outburst. That shouldn’t have happened. She shouldn’t have spoken at all. I shake my head, “Now you’ve gone too far.” My hands come down her body and I grab her leggings. I yank them down around her knees, leaving her bare arse to rest against the moss-lined tree trunk. I turn her around and push on her back slightly. Emma leans forward, placing her hands on the tree. Like the slut she is, she opens her legs slightly. I lift her woolen dress up a little. I was right, she has no knickers on at all. My hand comes down on her as I spank her. Again she squeals; though for Emma this is probably a pleasure squeal and not associated with the pain. The rain increases slightly and I can see splashes of water burst from her arse as my hand contacts her. Water is dribbling over her backside and down between her legs. I can’t tell whether any of her juices are combining with it or not. My hand strikes again. Each time, she squeals and moans. On the sixth stroke, a particularly hard one, I catch her lips quivering. She is breathing heavily, taking in lungfuls of air and letting it out through clenched teeth. After ten hard smacks of my hand on her backside, I thought it was time she felt my cock inside her. I start to unzip my trousers and I can see steam rising from her arse, the heat evaporating the rain water that is dribbling onto her. Her skin looks red. To me, it actually looks beautiful. I place my hand between her legs and roughly grab at her sex.

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