A Young Pervert revisited

“Hello, pervert!” The greeting was accompanied by a hand sliding over my jodhpur encased bum.

I turned to see Debbie grinning ear to ear. “Debs!” I enveloped her in my arms, giving her an enormous hug. There were others milling about, so I resisted the almost irresistible urge to kiss her full on the mouth. “Lovely to see you. What are you doing here?”

“Hunting for pussy to have fun with,” she nonchalantly replied while raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“Look no further then,” I replied with an equally ridiculous smile on my face.

“Good. It’s been a long term with boring tutors and even more boring lovers. God, no imagination whatsoever. Either category. Not one would take up my suggestion of doing what we did last time.”

“Do you fancy that again, then? It is a bit warmer now!”

“I do. Especially now I won’t get my nips frozen.”

I’d expected my Easter weekend to be quiet and restful. Hey ho!

We chatted while I finished grooming Jack and decided what we were going to do. I wasn’t dressed for displaying my bits in public, although I realised Debbie was. She’s come prepared. A tank top. No bra. Not that I could discern, anyway. A skirt that only made it to mid thigh.

I thought about my outfit. A plaid shirt. A non sexy but comfortable bra. Jean style Jods. And as usual no knickers for riding.

I thought about going home and changing, but Debbie’s presence made the need for some sexy action much too urgent.

I asked, “Which do you fancy first?” I didn’t need to spell out the choice. Fuck or flash.

“Flash. Last time it superheated me.”

A promising admission! (For anyone not up to speed on this, here’s what happened https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/a-walk-on-the-wild-side-fd40e1693044 )

“Okay, I’ve an idea.” I’m full of ideas!

I finished grooming Jack, and we led him out to his paddock. No one around. I slipped the head collar, and he ambled off to nibble some spring grass. I turned to Debbie. Her lips felt good. It was over three months since we’d last met. Lost time to make up. Her hands were exploring my body as much as mine were hers. I soon found out she was wearing knickers. Or at least a thong. The action was getting intense when we heard voices. I pulled my wet fingers out of her cunt. She pulled her hand out of my bra. We none too casually walked back to my car!

“How did you get here?” I asked.

“I cycled.”

“In that skirt?”

She smiled. “Yes, it did get a reaction!”

I smiled back. “I’m not surprised. Let’s get your bike in the back.”

My old Jeep has its uses. We loaded the bike in and I drove off.

“Where we going?” Debbie asked.

“Not far to start. I want to get away from the stables, then we can get ourselves organised.”

She didn’t bother to ask what I meant. I drove a few miles until we were on a reasonably busy road. Being a Sunday, traffic was not overly heavy but frequent enough to make things interesting. I pulled into a farm gateway. The thought of what I was going to do was thrilling. I’m not sure what it is about flashing but considering there’s no sexual contact, it’s amazing the turn on it produces in me!

After my recent outing with Lizzie and Chris I was, to put it in the vernacular, gagging to do something similar again. My young friend seemed the ideal partner.

No messing this time though. I got out of the car and stripped off. There was one passing car who caught me just as I was removing my bra and I got an appreciative blast on his horn!

Debbie giggled. “Want me to do the same?”

“Yep.”

She jumped out of the passenger door, pulled her top off and pushed her skirt and knickers down. We climbed back in the car, both naked.

I’d intended to drive the route we’d taken with Lizzie, but the sight of this youthful body next to me was too much. I leant across. Kissed her. “Let’s do it outside. Now.” What ‘it’ was needed no explanation.

“You’re crazy! Yes, let’s!”

We exited the car and I went to the passenger side. I made it just as a van drove by. No reaction. The car was parallel to the road, and we were on the side nearest the gate, but there was nothing obstructing the view from either direction. I pushed Debs against the car. Squashed her lips with mine. Our hands found each other’s pussies. Both lubricated. Fingering each other there, in the open, beside a road was simply the hugest turn on. Judging by Debbie’s body state, she agreed. Her nipples were solid (although perhaps the temperature had something to do with that) her pussy flowing. I had to taste. I squatted in front of her, lapping up her delectable liquid. A huge horn blast from a passing lorry added to the feeling. What feeling I’m not sure. It’s so difficult to describe.

Then I heard a car drive past and then slow right down. “Think we’ve got company,” said Debbie. I looked up to see the car reversing back down the road toward us. “Quick. In the car!” I ran around to the driver's side, threw myself in, and accelerated away. We looked at each other and roared. Heaven knows why. Come to that heaven knows why I drove away as I did. Didn’t I want people watching? Ogling? Want men to get their cocks out and wank at the sight of me?

“Was that a stupid reaction?” I asked.

“Hell, I don’t know,” Debbie replied, “You're the expert in this field. But there were two blokes in the car so I suppose the outcome would have been us getting fucked so I guess at the end of the day it depends if that’s what you want.”

“No. Not yet. I can’t bring myself to think of taking any old cock. What about you?”

“I’m easy. If it’s gonna be fun, yeah, I’m up for it.”

“Okay, next time I’ll not do a runner.”

I didn’t realize when I said it how soon ‘next time’ would be.