“Oh my God! This is simply not done!”
She cried… “Naked, the breeze, the hot sun…
Fucking out by the pool!
A damn woman’s a fool…
But, by golly, you bastard, what fun!”
Tag: outdoor sex
Tryst
She’d gone out on the heath for a ramble,
In hope they might meet, a sly gamble.
They did, indeed, too…
No-one saw, no-one knew,
And they kissed… which was just the preamble!
Communing with nature
A nice picnic, a jolly fine outing…
A fuck in the sunshine, her shouting
“Fuck! Fuck!” And his name…
How she screamed when she came!
And her sweet cunt, deliciously pouting.
Out in the open
She was caught naked, fucking outdoors;
When asked why, she just said “Just because …
Fucking life’s such a bore!
Why not act like a whore?
And if that doesn’t suit you, up yours!”
Making a spectacle of oneself
“Well it does, rather, yes, give one pause,
To be publicly rooted, outdoors,
And to come, then, as well!
Strangely, though, truth to tell,
One did rather enjoy the applause!
Relationship on the rocks
“Oh my God!” she said, (more like a screech),
“When I said to you, back on the beach,
That I felt, you dumb jock,
Like a shag on a rock,
It was only a figure of speech!”
The bastard
Naked, oily, her skin and cunt glistening,
Noone to see, noone listening,
Loudly she came!
Though the child bore his name,
Still he didn’t turn up for the christening!
Al fresco 1
She starts giggling; he comes and withdraws.
“Hush!” he says, (which she laughs and ignores),
“What if somebody sees?”
She grins, (panties round knees),
“That’s the whole point of fucking outdoors!”
Al fresco 2
Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Al fresco 3
Post-orgasmic, legs still open wide,
She laughs. “Look! See! I’ve nothing to hide!
Fucking’s good anywhere,
But it’s best open-air!
From now on I fuck only outside!