A countryside experience xx

We usually met, outside a little church, in a little village, just off the A46 every other Friday. Our Friday trysts invariably followed the same pattern, usually without exception. We’d meet about midday and Annabelle, definitely NOT her real name, I hasten to add, usually arrived after me. I always arrive dressed, certainly in the summer, in my favourite pink bodycon dress (see pics of me wearing it in my pics), sometimes tan holdups, a pair of knickers, red wig, false boobs and loads of makeup. Annabelle always liked me to look a bit tarty, well actually a lot tarty!!! And I always liked to oblige. By the time she’d arrived I’d be well aroused, hard, definitely and with knickers removed. They never stayed on long!!

Annabelle, in contrast, most of the time liked to dress very feminine in a smart classy, secretary style although she wasn’t averse to jeans and a skintight tee to show off her pert breasts. Annabelle was fully transsexual, insomuch as she’d had GRS surgery about five years previously, unfortunately it hadn’t been as successful as she’d probably wished and her pussy was not, how can I put it, ‘fully functional’ did however look absolutely beautiful. I was in love with her, I loved her looks and her company and she knew exactly how to satisfy my, sometimes, demanding sexual needs and kinks.

Our time together was very precious and after a quick few words or even before anything was spoken, she’d be fondling my cock sometimes going down on me for a quick suck. We couldn’t stay by the churchyard, as I was on a fairly busy road, bit of a cut through, so off we went in my car, Annabelle carrying on fondling and wanking me and my had gently caressing her pussy.

Our favourite spot was about a ten minute drive north along the A46, down a lane, behind a wooded copse, but that particular day ‘our’ spot was taken by a parked up van. We’d parked there before, when other cars were around and twice, once by an elderly couple walking their dog and another time by a jogger, we’d actual been caught in the act but………

Anyway, we had what you might call a couple of reserve locations, so on we went. As it was summer, we’d often just park by a field entrance and basically do it behind the hedge or over in the corner of the field. A cornfield was always good and at the end of summer a lovey field of tall maize was a really good place for our sexual antics.

On this day I think we were both gagging for it and Annabelle was pestering me to find somewhere soon and after we’d gone only about a mile or so a five bar field gate, half opened appeared. It didn’t seem if anyone was about, although we could hear tractors harvesting in the distance. Parking up, we were soon both squeezing past the gate and into the grassy field, me in my sky high heels and Annabelle, in her much more sensible flats. It was a huge open field dropping down, about half a mile away to the busy M4 motorway, but the hedge behind us was nice and tall and dense. I loved Annabelle sucking and wanking me whist I was standing, it made me feel all lovely and weak in the knees, especially, if I had heels on and she soon had pulled up my dress, knelt in front of me and was sucking me off. I didn’t let her go too far before suggesting a 69 would be nice. Down came her jeans and knickers and she was soon on her back, led out on the grass, her pussy looking so inviting. I was soon over her, offing my cock to her mouth and going down on her sweet smelling pussy.

We were both oblivious, to the farmer that came through the gate, the pair of us concentrating on pleasuring each other. We can’t remember the actual words used but it was something like “Hello, hello what’s going on here?”, probably not, but it sounded a bit like that. A big man, a giant really, about fifty, wearing typical farmers clothes, not ugly and quite a nice smile, initially. Well I jumped up off Annabelle, I’m not sure, apart from hearing his voice, she realised what was going on, me desperately pulling down my dress, as my heels sunk into the grass, trying to shove my hard cock somewhere, anywhere!!! Annabelle, like me, jumped up and, again like me, trying frantically to pull both knickers and jeans up over nude thighs and pussy.

The smile changed to lust, as his eyes fell on Annabelle’s pussy, a lecherous look that the pair of us didn’t like. His hands stated to undo the thick leather belt holding up his grubby jeans, the zip coming down, exposing yellowing white Y Fronts, his swollen cock about to appear. Annabelle was aghast and seeing the her fear in her eyes, I quickly ran over and helped him ease his large fat, semi hard cock from his jeans. I soon had his cock out, his pants and jeans now down around his ankles, it rapidly getting bigger and much harder. I don’t think he was too keen me doing what I was doing, I’m sure he wanted Annabelle, who he obviously thought was a ‘proper’ girl, if that’s the right word!!

His cock was rock hard now and, knelt in front of him, as soon as I started wanking it, he relaxed a bit, enjoy what I was doing. Sensing it was Annabelle he wanted I ushered her over to join me, the pair of us fondling and caressing his, by now, throbbing cock. I looked up, his eyes were closed, and I took it in my mouth, it was sweaty, hot but not unpleasant. I deep throated his cock a couple of times before passing his cock over to Annabelle who, he obviously fancied more than me, as his cock must have grown at least another inch. What with Annabelle’s sumptuous sucking and my sexual caressing his huge pearls he wasn’t going to last long, plus the fact that we were a lot nearer to the gate than we’d been in the field, must have worried him and in our cases, excited us both as, in a weird way, we were both sort of enjoying it.

His pearls tensed up and I looked across at Annabelle who was already starting to gag on his spunking cock. She took as much as she could but then pulled it out and pointed it at me and a further spurt hit me full in the face. We both roared!!! He seemed sort of frozen so we both quickly got up, tried to sort our clothing out and basically left him standing, cock out, jeans around his ankles, in his field!!!!

I’ve never reversed so fast and driven up a narrow country road in my life, certainly not with my face covered in farmers spunk xxx