A picnic
The plan was to have a picnic in the woods near where we lived. The talk over ant filled sandwiches, warmly salmonella laden chicken and too hot coke, began to turn dirty.

"Let's have a fuck outside" she said. I grinned and nodded.

We scouted around bit, rejecting places too near the road or the open fields or the well used horse and cycle paths. Eventually settling upon a small clearing in the middle of some dense scrub.

We're standing up against a tree, getting acquainted before the main event. Things are going well, when we hear a loud crashing though the scrub.

Up bounds a large Rottie and sticks it's nose straight into my ladyfriend's crotch.

(no, no, no bestiality here)

She screams and I jump back in surprise. We hear a child's voice calling "Sarah, Sarah. Come back dog."

Time in the clearing stands still, while outside it speeds up. Before we know what is going or or gather our wits, we're joined by the family looking for their dog.

"Ah, you've found out dog, hope she didn't bother you". "*mumble* we're just having a picnic". "In here? Oh."

They sod off, we give up. The moment spoiled.

I've stuck to inside ever since.
( speedyballbangpots, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 13:03, Reply)