Just a girl in the gorse…

“… when gorse is in flower, it’s the season for love”

Yes it certainly is because these plants were definitely giving off a frisky and lustful energy. Hence how I seem to have lost half of my outfit.
I’m a girl who likes to be free. I don’t like rules, I don’t like commitment and I don’t like bra’s. Clearly.
What I do like is walking topless through the woods and feeling that gentle breeze gliding over my breasts as an older gentleman follows me with a camera to capture any cheeky little moments. Speaking of moments. Let me take you back to what happened 20 minutes before these photos were taken. The very moment when my clothes got removed…

He tucked my hair behind my ear as we stood admiring the scenery and nature around us. His fingers then slowly moved from my ear and I could feel his thumb rubbing back and forward over the nape of my neck. My weakness. Tingles shot through my spine like a bolt of electricity. I turned to face him as the sun warmed my cheeks. He slowly rolled my jumper up and slipped it over my head before dropping it the ground, caressing my boobs and working his warm, wet tongue all over my hard nipples. I glanced around in the hope that someone would catch us but there wasn’t a single soul in sight. Only the birds and the bee’s.

My extra sensitive nipples got a break as he kissed across my collar bone and locked his lips with mine. The passion. The intensity. The craving for more. We know each others bodies, wants and needs like the back of our own hands and we both knew what was coming next. Kisses wandered down my spine as those grey leggings got rolled down to my ankles. “My Girl” I heard him groan under his breath. “I need it” I replied as I felt the final inch make its way inside of me. I bit my bottom lip and gripped onto the bark of the tree as he slowly slid in and out of me, telling me “shhh” every time I whimpered for him.

Hidden from the thick gorse, we tidied ourselves up. By that, I really just mean that I sucked him clean, just the way he likes it, before he tucked that delicious cock away, out of my reach. We continued to follow the trail that we were on, took a few topless photo’s and then giggled like teenagers as a man went running by. If only he had been that little bit quicker.

I can’t tell you what happened between then and getting back home. I need to keep some details to myself and I want you to really use your imagination as you envision that car ride back to the city. What is it they say again?

Roof down. Ass up.

~ there are more images from this set posted on @novajewelsofficial