It all comes down to personal preference, don't you think? I like Al Fresco - no, not one of the Sopranos - it means out of doors, in the open, under the stars if you're romantic (like me) or on a bed of pine needles, twigs and cones if you can't find a mossy bank and rain has driven you to the shelter of the woodland. I don't mind that, or even the occasional ant trying to get in my pants - just shake them before you put them back on or, better still, pop them in your handbag. I was brought up in a big city, so open air sex usually meant behind the bus shelter or in a dark alley. Maybe that's why I really enjoy getting my kegs off and letting the Border Air and a Border Man around my nether parts.
When I'm lying on my back, legs wrapped around him and him doing all the piston work, I can gaze at the canopy of leaves above and see the sunlight filtering through and the birds moving from branch to branch.
It's back to earth with a bump when he starts really grinding and his tongue gets tangled with mine. That's when I put my arms round his neck and hold on like a limpet while we buck and roll and end our coupling like a couple of sweat-drenched goats.
Lovely day today. xxx
