u/SecretSlutAdventures

Last weekend, British national treasure David Attenborough celebrated his 100th birthday. It was a rather momentous occasion for a lot of people, and it inspired and led me to do my very own form of celebration...

But first, for some context: several months ago I had the idea of fucking someone half my age (36/2 = 18, you are welcome). I managed to achieve that with a darling young man who I have since kept in contact with, but not seen. He approached me recently with an idea I simply couldn't refuse; to go beaver\* watching one evening.

\*yes, rather apt, and it wasn't lost on us!

Being something of a naturalist myself I was charmed by the idea - and I seldom turn down the chance for some outdoor recreation of any kind. He picked me up and we drove to a local nature reserve, embarking on a short walk along the rural pathways to the river where the beavers reside. Along the way I was almost floored by his new found confidence - he's been banging a 51 year old in the meantime (51!? And to think I felt like a perv!) - he kept stopping to grope me, kiss me, push his hardness up against me. It was really quite a delight to see that this boy I had deflowered had become a man. And a big turn on.

We found a quiet, hidden spot, mostly sheltered by reeds from potential prying eyes (as much as I like the thrill, I would NOT like to be caught butt naked with a teenager. RIP me). I laid down a picnic blanket and stripped off somewhat, getting down on my knees and pulling his incredibly hard and ready cock out of his trousers. "I've missed this," he sighed, "I still think about your blowjob all the time". Hehe. So I gave him a reminder of what he'd been missing, as I fellated to my hearts content, throating and stroking and revelling in his eyes rolling back into his head. He urged me to stop before he came too quickly.

I sat back, stripped my dress off, and invited him to play with me. He threw himself into me, taking my breasts into each hand, caressing them, sucking on each nipple, burying himself into my cleavage. I began teasing my pussy, relishing in my wetness, encouraging him to do so too; he obliged - and still has great technique! After all this incredible teasing I announced I wanted him to fuck me, and he didn't need to be asked twice.

I turned around, shifted my thong over to the side, and presented my glorious round ass to him. He pushed inside me, and I bounced backwards on his length (his thrusting still isn't great folks, but he's young and inexperienced so he's excused). He held my hips as I did so, and before long he announced he was going to cum. Aw, bless. He emptied a big load inside me, withdrew and then asked if I'd cum...er, no. I flipped over, reclined, and invited him down to feast upon my wetness. Now, he didn't give me a lot of oral previously but he certainly made up for it this time - and he did a good job! Thanks to his amazing broad tongue, within several minutes I was a writhing, leg shaking mess. A very decent effort - to all his future lovers, you are welcome!

Side note: there's something so incredibly grounding about being naked, splayed out in the middle of a marshland, with a teenager between your legs.

Anyway, back to the story: following the what was actually rather cute debauchery, we packed up and returned to the river bank to spot some beavers. It was really rather wholesome, and alas we only spotted one (although did see an array of other charming wildlife). After darkness fell, we walked back to the car where the urge came upon us again. We were parked along a quiet, residential street so he couldn't quite bend me over his bonnet - so instead, we climbed into the back seat and I quickly mounted him, grinding on and riding his length, both of us fully entwined for just a few minutes until he came (although I wasn't far off to be fair! The naughtiness really exacerbates the sensation!).

We composed ourselves, hopped back into the front, and he drove me home. It was the perfect evening - a blend of wholesome and horny. I think Attenborough would be proud.

Last weekend, British national treasure David Attenborough celebrated his 100th birthday. It was a rather momentous occasion for a lot of people, and it inspired and led me to do my very own form of celebration...

But first, for some context: several months ago I had the idea of fucking someone half my age (36/2 = 18, you are welcome). I managed to achieve that with a darling young man who I have since kept in contact with, but not seen. He approached me recently with an idea I simply couldn't refuse; to go beaver* watching one evening.

*yes, rather apt, and it wasn't lost on us!

Being something of a naturalist myself I was charmed by the idea - and I seldom turn down the chance for some outdoor recreation of any kind. He picked me up and we drove to a local nature reserve, embarking on a short walk along the rural pathways to the river where the beavers reside. Along the way I was almost floored by his new found confidence - he's been banging a 51 year old in the meantime (51!? And to think I felt like a perv!) - he kept stopping to grope me, kiss me, push his hardness up against me. It was really quite a delight to see that this boy I had deflowered had become a man. And a big turn on.

We found a quiet, hidden spot, mostly sheltered by reeds from potential prying eyes (as much as I like the thrill, I would NOT like to be caught butt naked with a teenager. RIP me). I laid down a picnic blanket and stripped off somewhat, getting down on my knees and pulling his incredibly hard and ready cock out of his trousers. "I've missed this," he sighed, "I still think about your blowjob all the time". Hehe. So I gave him a reminder of what he'd been missing, as I fellated to my hearts content, throating and stroking and revelling in his eyes rolling back into his head. He urged me to stop before he came too quickly.

I sat back, stripped my dress off, and invited him to play with me. He threw himself into me, taking my breasts into each hand, caressing them, sucking on each nipple, burying himself into my cleavage. I began teasing my pussy, relishing in my wetness, encouraging him to do so too; he obliged - and still has great technique! After all this incredible teasing I announced I wanted him to fuck me, and he didn't need to be asked twice.

I turned around, shifted my thong over to the side, and presented my glorious round ass to him. He pushed inside me, and I bounced backwards on his length (his thrusting still isn't great folks, but he's young and inexperienced so he's excused). He held my hips as I did so, and before long he announced he was going to cum. Aw, bless. He emptied a big load inside me, withdrew and then asked if I'd cum...er, no. I flipped over, reclined, and invited him down to feast upon my wetness. Now, he didn't give me a lot of oral previously but he certainly made up for it this time - and he did a good job! Thanks to his amazing broad tongue, within several minutes I was a writhing, leg shaking mess. A very decent effort - to all his future lovers, you are welcome!

Side note: there's something so incredibly grounding about being naked, splayed out in the middle of a marshland, with a teenager between your legs.

Anyway, back to the story: following the what was actually rather cute debauchery, we packed up and returned to the river bank to spot some beavers. It was really rather wholesome, and alas we only spotted one (although did see an array of other charming wildlife). After darkness fell, we walked back to the car where the urge came upon us again. We were parked along a quiet, residential street so he couldn't quite bend me over his bonnet - so instead, we climbed into the back seat and I quickly mounted him, grinding on and riding his length, both of us fully entwined for just a few minutes until he came (although I wasn't far off to be fair! The naughtiness really exacerbates the sensation!).

We composed ourselves, hopped back into the front, and he drove me home. It was the perfect evening - a blend of wholesome and horny. I think Attenborough would be proud.