The Supply Teacher part 4 

I had dressed for dinner but without a bra or knickers. My thighs are still sticky from excitement and my breasts throb silently from the binding. He won’t let me put underwear on. I slip trainers on and we head outside. 
We’ve discussed previously what we might do and had one particular scenario in mind but I can hardly believe we are actually going to try and do it. 

I lead him to the park by the river, the evening is breezy but not cold and I zip up my jacket. My nipples are hard. 

There is no-one about and as we cross the road I lift up my dress and do a little dance for him. 

We sit on a bench and work out the lie of the land. There are very few people around but it’s by no means deserted. A couple arm in arm, a dog walker or two. We move to the area behind the bench, birch trees sprout from the ground like sentries. Bushes hide us from the main path. I kneel down and he unfurls his cock for me to swallow. My head bangs against the tree trunk as he thrusts into me. My cunt seeps. I realise I can’t kneel on the ground for much longer and then I hear voices. 

We both spring up and dash back to the bench giggling. We take a walk again to see if there is a better place. There isn’t. 

We return to the same spot and repeat the ritual. He pulls me up to kiss him and I free my breasts from the dress so they are bare to the wind. He calls me a slut and I love it, grabbing them and twisting my nipples. I tell him to lick me and he bends down to taste me, I thrust against him this time. 

I tell him we should have brought condoms, my urge to fuck him outside is overwhelming. 

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On the way back we both hold our stomachs at the same time and complain of indigestion. It’s amusing that a short walk and a semi-roll in the hay has turned into a potential hunt for Gaviscon.

Back indoors I am so quick to strip off that he comments upon it. I feel comfortable with the hairy dude I’ve only been in the company of for the afternoon. And? 

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I sleep like a log, pretty sated by our exploits. In the morning, his snoring wakes me and I nudge him away. I thankfully remember my party trick and duck under the covers to wake him. 

His cock grows bigger in my mouth and I beg him to fuck me. I ride him, what I’ve wanted to do since meeting him. It feels incredible. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come. 

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