On a whim, we cut a swathe through some knee-high grass in a cleared area towards the back of one of the sports grounds. A fallen tree blocked our progress, however, there wasn’t a track in or out of the spot – excellent. My inner paranoiac scanned the scene for disturbed grass where others may have taken a short cut but all blades except the ones we trampled were upright — perfect.

Honestly, I’m that paranoid too.

I removed my pants, sat on the log and sucked his cock as his fingers probed inside me. His cock slid out my mouth and I left him to his own devices as I came. I’d never intend to bite someone’s cock if it’s in my mouth as I’m coming, but it’s one vow I’d never wish to test. I was blinded by the sun and stars in my eyes as I recuperated and he allowed me a few seconds’ rest before working my g-spot again. I grasped his shoulders and buttocks as I came again in a surprise spurt. We discovered that I come more easily when positioned close to vertical — and I was half-sliding down the log anyway – and he got me off several more times until my legs felt they were filled uselessly with the viscous fluid and glitter in snowdomes.

Well, snowdomes make me think of winter… right?