While Mike and Jen enjoyed running to keep fit, I still preferred cycling and as the weather got warmer around the start of May, I started to cycle to and from work. In the middle of the month we were having some work done in our lab so I had decided to work from home but hadn’t been too productive and I decided to go out for a ride and then work when I got back.
I considered having some fun and strapping one of our double ended dildos to my leg so it would move in me as I cycled (I have other entries about this), but actually wanted to go for a ride and get some fresh air so I threw a few toys in my bag (along with some lunch) and pulled my bike out of the shed. Now just because I wasn’t using a dildo, it didn’t mean I was being well behaved and seeing as I didn’t have any panties on (as usual), my pussy rubbed against the seat as I cycled. I had been enjoying this on my rides to and from work, but as my route was along busy roads, there was only so much I could enjoy myself (although after particularly enjoyable journeys I had taken Andy upstairs to one of the disused labs to help relieve me a few times over the preceding couple of weeks). This time, I rode out of town and along much quieter roads so could hump back and forth against the saddle much more and this was having a sufficient effect on me that I could feel it getting slicker with my juices (which just made it even easier to slide against it). A few times I leant forwards over the handlebars and pressed back so the front of the seat pushed between my lips and slid into my pussy – unfortunately this wasn’t that practical a position to cycle in so I couldn’t remain like this for long, but it felt nice when I could and at one point on a downhill slope, I kept the saddle a little way in me and was enjoying it enough that I didn’t notice a car cope up behind me. As the road was narrow, he didn’t overtake straight away and when I realised he was there I wondered just how much he could see (my skirt was reasonably short and I was leaning forwards quite a bit).
A little while later I stopped for a drink and looked around for somewhere that I could work off the horniness I’d built up while humping my saddle. I made my way into a field and walked along beside the hedgerow until I found a spot sufficiently far from the gate that nobody on the road would be able to see me. The field was planted up but whatever the crop was, it hadn’t grown high enough to provide any cover – there was nobody in sight though and the field just rolled into another field so I felt quite secluded even though the road was just on the other side of the hedge. Without wishing to sound all hippy & ‘getting back to nature’ – it did feel like I was getting back to my roots as I still vividly remember one of the first times Mike and I were ‘caught’ outdoors, we were out for a ride and had stopped to fuck just off the cycle path. A couple of minutes in, someone zoomed past us at speed as I was riding Mike (we were both dressed, but I’m sure it was obvious we were fucking).
While thinking about this, I flipped the back of my skirt up and sat down on a relatively level bit of earth, not caring if I got my ass dirty. I reached down to my pussy and started stroking myself, revelling in how wet I felt and lifting my fingers to my mouth to taste myself. My fingers returned to my pussy and easily slid in. I lay back and rested my head on my backpack as I toyed with my cunt, then pulled my top and bra up to expose my nipples and smeared some of my juices over them. I reached up and fished around in my bag for something to help me, deciding to go for the lucky dip option and just use the first thing my hand found. I had hoped it would be one of our vibrating eggs, but my hand wrapped around the double ended dildo that I had packed ‘just in case’ I’d decided to use it while cycling. I almost left it in the back and kept looking for a vibe, but I’d decided to use whatever came first so pulled it out, gave one end a suck and rubbed it up and down my slit before sliding it between my lips and starting to fuck myself with it. Now a long double ended dildo isn’t the most practical thing to masturbate with as the other end wiggles around quite a bit. It’s actually quite amusing to watch and I enjoyed the sight of it thrashing back and forth in the air like some alien tentacle as I pumped it in and out of my cunt. I briefly stopped to pull my top and bra off but quickly resumed fucking myself and relished in the cool air and sun on my skin.
After a couple of minutes stroking my clit, teasing my nipples and using the dildo, I looked over at my bike and decided that as it had contributed so much to getting me in the mood to cum, that it deserved some love in return. I stood and lifted my bike away from the hedge, lying it on its side and lay the handlebars parallel to the ground. I remember years ago Mike showing me a porn film where two girls went for a ride and ended up using the bike tyres to rub against their pussies – it looked like they were enjoying themselves and I really wanted to try this, but wasn’t going to do it with tyres covered in dirt but fortunately I already knew what I wanted from the bike. I crouched on all fours and pressed back against the front of the saddle. The juices that had been covering it had dried, but I was now wet enough that after rubbing against it a couple of times I could get the top of the saddle into my pussy and then humped back and forth against it, getting it a little deeper each time. Due to the way the saddle flared out, I didn’t have to get it very deep inside be before I felt quite stretched and I reached a hand under me to play with my clit. I hadn’t decided if I was going to cum like this or go back to lying on my back and relishing being outdoors (to be honest, I was considering doing both) but was interrupted by a gruff voice behind me asking what I was doing.
I’d obviously been caught and was sufficiently far along that I really wanted to keep going. Given whoever was behind me had already seen pretty much everything, I didn’t see any point in covering up so just reluctantly pulled myself forwards off the saddle and stood up to face him. He looked like a stereotypical farmer – flat cap, tweed jacket and wellies. Now I’m not that good at guessing ages, but I pegged him at being in his 50s (certainly a reasonable amount older than me) and I saw his eyes working their way up and down my body, looking at my legs that had a light covering of dirt from there I’d been kneeling on all fours and my breasts in particular. I immediately knew that I didn’t want to stop what I was doing so didn’t try to cover myself up and when he said that this was private property I apologised and told him I hadn’t gone near any of the crops or damaged anything and that I had just really needed to cum and wanted a place to masturbate outside. I slid a hand across the front of my skirt and rubbed my pussy through it, then slid my hand under it and stroked myself directly. I tried for a coy look as I used my other hand to lift the front of my skirt and let him see what I was doing and I told him if he let me finish, that I wouldn’t mind if he stayed and watched me.
I let my skirt fall back down and lifted one of my nipples to my mouth to suck on it, tasting the mixture of the juices I’d smeared over it previously, and the sweat I’d worked up on the ride. I realised the farmer wouldn’t know about the juices so withdrew my fingers and wiped them over my other nipple before lifting it to my mouth and running my tongue over the areole. I took a step closer and asked the farmer if he wanted to watch, then took another few steps and said he didn’t only have to watch… trailing off my sentence hopefully. He was intently staring at me (mostly still my breasts so I reached out and took one of his hands and lifted it to my chest. He squeezed one of my breasts and I let out a little ‘mmm’ sound as I rubbed my pussy. The farmer lifted his other hand and as he massaged both my breasts I could feel how rough the skin on his hands was. I took hold of one of his hands and pushed it down and whispered, ‘finger me’. He pushed two fingers straight into my pussy and moved them in and out as well as swirling them in a circle inside me. I wanted to be completely naked so unzipped my skirt and kicked off my shoes, then told him to wait a moment while I pulled the skirt down and flicked it away with a foot. I moved back towards the farmer and as soon as his hands were back on me I told him it wasn’t fair for him to have to do all the work and if he wanted I could reciprocate. I reached for his crotch and stroked it and he told me to touch him properly so I unzipped his trousers and freed his cock (which took a little effort as it was half-trapped at a strange angle).
Once released, his cock sprung to attention, already fully erect, but still quite small. I rubbed him for a little while then asked if he wanted me to suck him. He said yes so I grabbed a condom from my bag, rolled in on and knelt in the dirt in front of him and took him in my mouth. Unlike my little sister, I can’t do deep throat, but he was short enough that I could just about get his whole cock in my mouth without gagging and I bobbed back and forth, swirling my tongue around the head and shaft as I sucked him. He made a comment about the dog liking me and I looked over to see the dog licking the saddle of my bike where I’d been fucking it. When the dog moved over and started licking the dildo I chased him off and shoved the dildo back into my bag, then knelt on all fours in the dirt and looked over my shoulder at the farmer. He asked if I wanted him to fuck me and I told him I still needed to cum and it was only fair he should cum as well. He knelt behind me and easily went in (although not very deep) and as he moved I reached under and played with my clit, feeling my nipples press against the first and move back and forth as we fucked. I wondered how dirty I would be by the time we finished, but this was only a passing thought and I didn’t care enough for it to matter (very little is important enough to stop me cumming at this point – especially when I’m outside) and I circled my fingers around my clit as my orgasm built. Having already been discovered, I threw caution to the wind and moaned loudly as I came, telling the guy to fuck me harder and faster. I thrust back hard against him, dragging by breasts purposefully back and forth across the dirt, wanting to mark myself. The farmer said he was going to cum and I encouraged him, telling him to finish off, fuck my cunt and cum in me.
He came and pressed into me but pulled out just a matter of seconds later. I turned around to look and saw a pleasing amount of cum in the condom. I don’t usually play with cum from people I don’t know, but as my first proper outdoor fuck of the year I wanted to make the most of it so I crawled around and sucked on the end of the condom, then slid it off, lay back, and emptied the contents over my breasts. I smeared the warm liquid over my skin, covering my whole breasts and then rubbing it into my neck. I partially regretted doing this as I wanted to play with my pussy so rolled over and pressed against the ground, using the moisture to encourage more dirt to stick to my breasts and then crawled over to my bag and pulled out a pack of wipes (we almost always have toys, condoms and wipes for cleaning up any messes). I rinsed my hands off with some water and then wiped them thoroughly and was about to pull another toy from my bag but realised I’d been careless when pushing the dildo in so didn’t know what (if anything) was coated in dog drool. I didn’t intend on letting that stop me though and rolled over onto my back then asked the farmer if he’d mind if I came again. He said he thought I’d cum and I told him I had, but I was just enjoying myself and wanted it to last a bit longer. I said he could carry on watching or if he wanted he could join in again, but didn’t wait for an answer and started frigging and fingering myself. He made some comment about me being a little whore and I told him I didn’t care as long as I could cum and he told me to carry on.
The farmer watched me closely as I played with myself – he still had his cock in his hand and although it was now limp he was still squeezing it. I used two and then three fingers in my pussy and frigged myself with my other hand, then decided that I may as well make the most of having an attentive audience and moved the hand away from my clit and pushed a couple of fingers into my ass. I lifted my ass of the ground and humped the air as I DPed myself, using the palm of the hand I was using to finger my cunt to bump against my clit. I told him a few times to look at me and watch me cum – although his eyes were glued to my display, so this was a little redundant. As I was outside and already covered in dirt I thought I may as well enjoy myself fully (and make Jen proud) and peed as I came. Given the position of my hands, the liquid didn’t make it far, splashed over my hands, pussy and thighs and ran down my ass and back. I moaned loudly as I came, telling him how good it felt and how much better it was as I was outside with him watching me. I’m fairly sure I could have gone for a third orgasm but the dog kept sniffing around me which was rather distracting so I lay down, feeling the now rather wet earth against my ass and legs and pressed against the mud just for good measures.
When I stood up, I realised just how wet and dirty my legs were and the farmer said my back and ass were the same. I stuffed my bra back into my bag, slid my top and skirt on and sat to put my shoes on. The farmer asked if I was going to cycle home like that and I told him I’d ridden here without any panties on so I’d go back the same way. I asked if he’d mind me coming back to play again and he asked if he’d get to play as well. I said I was more than happy with this arrangement and anytime I was there, he could fuck or finger me or I’d just blow him if he wanted that. As an added treat I offered him a chance to watch me and my girlfriend (Jen) fuck each other – but did warn him in advance that he wouldn’t be allowed to do anything with her as she was gay. I sweetened it a bit more by saying he could fuck me while I ate her (I know from experience that most guys like this) and was going to tell him that my peeing while cumming was something I had inherited from Jen, but decided to hold back on that so we could surprise him at a later date.
I had a big drink of water (cumming can be thirsty work) and as we walked to the gate together, he told me that he generally caught one or two couples each year fucking in his fields (and occasionally a single person masturbating – usually a guy, but sometimes a woman). Generally they would instantly cover up, get dressed and run off when they were caught but there had been a few he’d had to actually tell to stop and then chase off. I told him I was glad he hadn’t chased me off and that I felt much relaxed after cumming (this wasn’t technically true as the dampness meant I could feel the air on my thighs and pussy and I was already regretting the dog interrupting my playing). I took his phone number and promised to call at least an hour before turning up. He asked if I’d be bring my girlfriend next time and I told him we’d have to see, but at the very least he’d get to cum again. We said our goodbyes and I was in the middle of straddling my bike when I remembered about the dog having licked my juices from the saddle so I had to stop and wipe it down. I knew I wanted to at least try and cum again on the way home so I retrieved a remote controlled egg from my bag, coated it in tingle gel, slipped it into me and wiped the gel over my pussy and clit. As a bonus, I smeared a good dollop of the gel over the bike seat – especially the front, which I was intending to try and fuck again.
The ride home felt nice in some ways, but was rather frustrating. I could feel the egg buzzing away inside me and the gel worked its magic on my lips and clit, but wasn’t enough to make me cum. The hill I’d enjoyed freewheeling down with the saddle pressed into me, was now (obviously) uphill so I had to pedal the whole way up. I did manage to get into something of a rhythm and thrust myself back against the tip of the saddle with each turn of the pedals and a few times it slid into me as far as I’d managed while fucking it in the field – unfortunately I couldn’t do this in a repeatable fashion so it felt good but still wasn’t enough. The only time I came close to cumming was when cycling over a rough path and I leant forwards to put my clit in contact with the saddle and pressed down hard against it. I wasn’t pushed quite to the edge of cumming, but knew if I doubled back and gave it a few more minutes on that terrain that I’d easily cum. I very nearly did turn around and then considered stopping to find another suitable field to use, but was nearly back in town by this point so thought I may as well keep going and get Mike or Jen to help me when I got home.