Far From the Madding Crowd

The long period of unbroken sunshine was suddenly broken. The skies were grey and there was no wind, giving a strange expectant atmosphere as if the whole world were waiting for something to happen.

The storm clouds rolled in about midday, bringing with them an oppressive, sticky heat, but the promised thunder did not really materialise and by late afternoon the frontal system had departed to the west, leaving clear skies once again, and a refreshing cool breeze.

Work has been piling up for us over the last week or so and the clammy heat just added to the sense of claustrophobia. The evening could have been spent in ordering of goods, doing the accounts, writing letters or another of the multitude of tasks which are necessary when you are your own boss, but we decided we had to get out.

Heather vocalised my thoughts in the very instant that they were passing through my head. She’s been doing that a lot lately. It’s a bit spooky, or maybe not. We’ve been inseparable for so long that it’s inevitable that we get to know the way the other’s mind works, that there is a kind of synchrony between us.

We are lucky in that only five minutes’ drive from our town there is an extensive forest where you can walk around for hours and not see another person. In a job like ours which involves contact with all sorts of people all day long, it is good to be able to get away from all that for a short while.

We climbed up the side of a wooded valley, dark and pierced by shafts of light from the low-lying sun. The only sound to be heard was birdsong, echoing among the trees. The forest lies on a ridge which is the highest point for around 100 miles in any direction. Our destination was an outcrop which has been cleared of trees which is a viewpoint over the whole landscape. We burst out into the sunlight and stood together wordlessly and not a little breathlessly on this exposed knoll, taking in the view.

Heather put her arms around my waist and gave me a chaste little kiss. I raised my hands and passed them over the mounds created by her breasts through several layers of clothing, then pulled her closer for a not-so-chaste kiss. Before long she was rubbing my crotch as I was unzipping her jacket and pulling her sweater up over her bra. It struck me, however, that standing exposed on the highest point in the entire region, and on a well-trodden footpath which suddenly rounded a corner and disappeared amongst the trees was not the most discreet place for our dalliances. I was wondering how far we dared go and, from the way Heather was looking nervously around her, so was she.

“It’s a pity it’s so open here” she said. “We’d better behave ourselves in case somebody comes along”

“Yes,” I replied. “But if we go just a little way down the slope and behind that ridge then we won’t be seen from the path” As usual I was way ahead of her and had already checked out the lie of the land. Time spent in reconnaissance is never wasted.

We left it at that for the while and continued standing there, taking in the view while holding each other close. After about half an hour we turned towards each other and, wordlessly, agreed that it was time to go. Heather took my hand and led me a down the slope and behind the aforementioned small ridge to an area of hillside dotted with small bushes and useful little hollows. We found a convenient patch of sunlight in one of these hollows, screened from the path by a bush, and Heather threw her coat onto the springy grass.

“How do you want to do this?” She asked.

“Well, if we were going to do it quick and dirty then I’d just pull down your jeans and fuck you doggy style” I said. “But I really want to fuck face to face, if you don’t mind taking your boots off, because otherwise the jeans will get rather in the way”

We compromised. Heather unlaced one boot and slipped her one leg out of her jeans and knickers, leaving them pushed down the other leg as far as they would go. I pushed my jeans and underpants down as far as my walking boots would allow, and so we fucked. My face pressed against hers, just as I had envisaged it, the smell of her combining with that of the fresh grass and wild flowers. Bathed in sunlight, cooled by the breeze under a perfect blue sky and serenaded by birdsong.

And then we lay, side by side, holding hands like lovestruck teenagers and looking up at the deep blue sky.

“The first of many this year, hopefully” Sighed Heather, contentedly.

Who was I to disagree?



Long term readers of this blog will know that about this time of year we have a public holiday known as ‘Great Praying Day’ (Well, that’s the literal translation). It always falls on a Friday and this year it is our turn to have the Saturday off as well. Fine weather is forecast for at least most of the weekend so we’re off as of tonight down to our summerhouse to practice our religious observances.

Chances are we’ll be on our knees at some point during the day.





Another favourite place in the UK