A Bit Of Fun In The Woods

Most of what follows is true. I've changed the names to protect the real 'Gary' and 'Jessica'.

L.J.

"Hi Gaz, how's tricks" Archie's voice boomed out as he approached across the saloon bar of the Rising Sun.

"Not so bad. I got one in for you." Gary indicated a pint of Boddingtons waiting on the table ready.

"Good man. I'm surprised that new girlfriend of yours has let you out." Archie sat down and took a long pull at his pint. "You seem to be spending all your time with her, completely ignoring your old muckers."

"Hey, lay off my bird. Anyway, she's off with her mum shopping. They've gone into Manchester, you know, that Trafford Centre."

"What's she shopping for, wedding dresses or a ball and chain, maybe?" Archie laughed. He wasn't the sort to let his mate off the hook that easily, indeed, their joshing was all part of the ritual; a mutual piss take that communicated their deep friendship ever since they had met at college. Gary was now working in I.T. whilst Archie was a ranger or some such for the council. Even when Gary had met Jessica and fallen head over heels in love they still kept their Friday evening drink together as part of their lives; their way of touching base.

"You'll never guess what happened to me last night." Archie started after a good half of his pint had disappeared. "I was up on Barton Fell, you know the place."

Gary did indeed know Barton Fell; half nature reserve, half leisure amenity its deciduous woods covered several square miles of rugged countryside. On Sundays the car parks were full but mid week it was the perfect place for a quiet walk. He and Jessica liked to take a spin out from time to time and watch the sunsets; well, that was their excuse, anyway.

"So, I'm working on this new hide out by the tarn near where the grebes are hatching and yesterday I only went and left my binoculars there." Archie continued. "I nearly left them be but I'd promised the nipper we go star gazing and they're just the thing for a youngster to use so, there I was, well gone nine at night, heading through the woods towards the tarn. I was a bit rushed so I cut across country, worked my way up Pismire beck and right in the thick of it I suddenly hear voices. More than that, it's a woman's voice and she's calling out 'Stop, stop, please stop!'"

Archie took another long sup of his ale.

"Well," he went on. "I'm not going to leave a damsel in distress, am I? On the other hand, if I go blundering in then the blighter who's doing this will run off and they'll never catch him. So I go slow, softly, softly, like."

Gary smiled at the thought of Archie going softly softly but, having been out on a badger watch with him he knew that the big man could move very quietly when he needed to.

"I creep up on them and there, in a bit of a clearing I can see this woman, completely starkers, hanging from a tree... no, not like that, you berk, hanging by her wrists, like." Archie held his arms over his head to demonstrate. "He had a bit of rope over a branch and he'd tied one end off to some leather cuffs around her wrists. She's not off the ground or anything but she's pretty helpless. He's holding a riding crop and laying into her like there's no tomorrow. Then he lays off for a while and he's right in there, groping her cunt and giving her tits a good old feel. I thought I'd got me a right pervert so I put on my best park ranger voice and I'm in there."

"Stop that! Stop that at once!" Archie mimicked himself, trying to sound as official as possible. "Before he knows what's hit him I have him over and on the ground with his wrist up behind his back in a half nelson. I was pretty pleased with myself, to tell the truth.

"So?" Gary was intrigued. "Did you call the cops?"

"Nah, I'm busy giving this guy a little talk about how he should treat women when she chimes in, tells me off for hurting him! She's still hanging by her wrists but now she's giving it lots of 'Stop it, leave him alone, you big bully. Get off him, you're hurting him.'" This time Archie mimicked a woman's voice. "There I was thinking I'm rescuing some poor bint from a fate worse than death whereas it turns out they're husband and wife enjoying a bit of hankie-pankie. I let him up and turn my back while he unties her and she puts on a bit of clothing and then it's all embarrassment, sorry, won't do it again, sort of thing. I'm still playing the stern park ranger but inside... hah, it was all I could do to keep from pissing myself with laughter.

"So what did you do?" Gary asked.

"Nothing, what was I going to do? It's not really a police matter, it was just a bit of fun, no one was hurt, well, not more than they wanted to be. Silly thing is they'd have been fine if only they'd have gone over the other side. There are plenty of spots over by Blay Tarn where they would have been perfectly safe. OK, so it's a bit of a trek from the car park but that's the point, isn't it? Now, your glass is empty, ready for round two."

Without waiting for an answer Archie got up and went to the bar. Two more pints of Bods were on their way.

*****

After the second pint Gary made his excuses and left. Jessica was due over by nine thirty and he wanted to be home ready and waiting. He was fast learning that it did no harm to do a quick tidy up to his bachelor pad before she arrived. He'd never felt like this before about any woman, she was special, very special, and if she liked the place spick and span then he was glad to oblige. Secretly he admitted to himself that she was right; he had become a bit of a slob in his bachelor years and he was glad that she was looking after him, making him live up to what he knew he ought to be.

In particular he changed the bedding. Jess, lovely sweet, adorable Jess, made it quite clear that her favourite thing was getting into a bed with freshly washed bedlinen and, given what happened once she was there, he was more than glad to oblige. She was a tigress between the sheets and Gary smiled to himself in anticipation as he smoothed down the covers and squared away the duvet. Archie might take the piss but this one was different, this one was special and, if she was checking out wedding dresses, well, he hadn't proposed yet but they both knew it was only a matter of time. He had never felt so blissfully happy.

At nine thirty he heard her car pull up outside and his heart leapt. He rushed to the door to let her in and she was still in the hallway when they were in their first clinch. He'd put aside a sloppy movie for them to watch but, somehow, they never got round to it but rather they put his pristine bedding to good use again, and again, and again. Finally satisfied, for a while anyway, they snuggled down together under the covers.

As they chatted Jess told Gary all about the shopping trip and, no, wedding dresses weren't involved, this time at least. That done Gary told Jess about Archie and what he had come across in the woods.

"God! What a hoot!" Jess laughed as Gary got to the punch line. "Imagine how embarrassed that poor girl was. Mind you, that could be part of the turn on."

"What do you mean?" Gary asked.

"Well, that's the point of doing it outside isn't it? She's dangling there stark naked, unable to run and hide if anyone comes; half the thrill must be the risk of discovery. It must be a different thing when it actually happens though. Not that you'd ever catch me like that. You on the other hand..."

"What do you mean?" Gary asked carefully. The atmosphere was still light and jokey but there was something else, some other undercurrent going on.

"I mean, my messy friend," Jess tweaked his nose playfully, "you're not going to get me tied up like that but I can imagine having you hanging naked from a tree. Maybe a good smacking might teach you not to leave your boxers in the middle of the bathroom floor - again." Jess was half joking, half serious. "And something, maybe it's that wistful look in your eye, tells me that you wouldn't be completely averse. Is that what you want?" Jess rolled on top of him and knelt up straddling him, pinning his shoulders to the bed with his arms.

"Please, please, Mistress, please have mercy on your humble slave." Gary said in a jokey voice.

"Oh, you'll have to beg much harder than that!" Jess joked back and she bent forward and kissed him, a kiss that went on and on as, once again, they discovered just how much pleasure could come from the physical side of their relationship. And with that the subject was closed but both knew it was far from over.

*******

It was Saturday morning maybe a week or so later and Gary and Jess were, once again, cuddled up in bed together.

"Gaz, honey." Jess started. "Do you remember what you were saying, you know, the other night when you told me that story about Archie finding the couple in the woods."

"Umm..." replied Gary.

"Well that got me thinking and I've done some shopping..." She rolled over and reached out to her hand bag which was on a chair beside the bed. When she rolled back she was holding a pair of wrist cuffs. "Why don't we see how these fit for size?"

"Where did you get those?" Gary was amazed. This was far beyond simple handcuffs.

"Anne Summers." Jess replied simply. "After seeing you so excited about Archie's little story I thought I'd do us both a favour. Now put your wrists out, there's a good little boy."

Gary didn't hesitate to do as he was told and Jess positioned the cuffs around his wrists. They were fastened by buckles and, simply held in front of him, he would have no problems undoing them himself. However, Jess had been ready for this. She reached back for her handbag.

"Hands above your head, that's the way." She produced a short length of chain and two padlocks. In no time the cuffs were attached to the headboard and now there was no way he could twist his wrists and reach the buckles. She lay back down next to him.

"Does that turn you on?" She asked sweetly. "Judging by the state of this..." She gently teased her finger tips along his rigid penis. "...I'd say you're just loving every minute of it. Well, does it turn you on?"

"Yes, Jess." Gary replied.

"Ooh, bad boy! It should be 'Mistress Jessica' when you're wearing the cuffs, shouldn't it? Now let's try again. Does wearing the cuffs turn you on?"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." Gary's voice was guttural; a mixture of nerves and excitement seemed to slog his throat; he had no idea just how far Jess was going to take this.

"Maybe I should take you out to the woods, smack that pretty little bottom of yours, would you like that?" All the time Jess's fingers were playing with Gary's penis but gently, just teasing, and she was delighted by how hard he was, how obviously aroused.

The truth be told it wasn't just Gary who had been turned on by Archie's story. Jess too had felt the thrill and, although she hadn't said anything, the thought of having Gary strung up in the woods was very alluring. When she'd found herself in town passing Anne Summers she couldn't resist popping in and, whilst the fur lined handcuffs had seemed ideal at first the more she thought about it the more the wrist cuffs were more suited to what she had in mind. They wouldn't cut into the flesh so much and he could wear them for longer.

Now that it was real, now that she had him at her mercy it was a whole new thrill and it awoke a little devil inside her. Sure, she wasn't, and never could be, the heartless cruel dominatrix, she loved Gary far too much to hurt him in any real sense of the word, but, if he was as willing as he looked then there was plenty of fun to be had playing along. She could tell from Gary's breathing that, despite her going slowly on his penis, he was close to coming so she stopped and kissed him gently on the lips.

"That's enough of that." She said as she pulled away and sat up.

"But... but... but... Jess, please..." Gary stuttered. He'd been so close and now the need from his groin was urgent.

"What did you call me?" Jess feigned anger.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Jessica. Please, please don't tease me. I need to come. Please."

"That's better but I'm still not sure you've got the message. I decide what you do or don't need, is that understood?" Jess was enjoying this.

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." Gary said resignedly.

"Good. Now, if you're going to come you're going to have to earn it. You can start by kissing my nipples." For the next hour or so Jess continued to tease. From time to time she'd break off for a while, making herself a cup of coffee, for example, before returning to Gary and, once again, playing with him, bringing him to the edge. Both knew that this was just a game, that Gary could call a halt to it at any point but, for all his frustration, for all his unresolved need, there was no way he wanted to stop and his ever rigid penis was testament to that. Finally Jess looked at the clock. It was ten thirty; the day was slipping away.

"If we're going to get into town before lunchtime we need to get on with things." She said matter of factly as she got up off the bed.

"But... but... but..." Gary spluttered. "Please Mistress Jessica, please; I need to come so badly."

"Do you deserve to come?" Jess asked, sitting back down, her fingers once again returning to his penis.

"Deserve..." In time Gary saw the trap. "No Mistress Jessica, your slave can only beg for mercy."

"My slave, eh? I think I like the sound of that. Tell me how much you love me."

"You're my Goddess, my one, my only, oh, Mistress Jessica I love you so much I... Oh... Ahhhh..." Every muscle went into spasm as Gary came, great gobbets of jism shooting from him, covering his chest.

"Hmm... You did need that, didn't you?" Jess laughed. "Now let's get you out of those cuffs and get on with the day. You go and shower whilst I clean up round here."

It was well gone eleven before they were in the car and on their way into town.

"Gary..." Jess was thoughtful. "I had a lot of fun this morning but... look... I don't want it to take over. I want us to be Gaz and Jess, most of the time. I want a partner, not a slave, but, now and again..."

They pulled up at some lights so Gary had a chance to look across at this women, this perfect woman, this woman he loved.

"Jess, darling, absolutely. I know just what you mean." He said

"Mind you, I still want to try a session in the woods." Jess returned.

"Whenever you're ready." Gary replied. With that the lights turned green and, as they pulled away the conversation turned to other things.

******

Over the next couple of months bondage play became a regular part of Jess and Gary's sex life. By gently pushing the limits they found that, apart from the bondage aspect, there was a D/s side to their relationship and, one time, after Gary had left the bathroom in a state, again, "Mistress Jessica" decided it was time to show her naughty little slave just what happened to untidy slobs. A little experimenting led her to Gary's table tennis bat and she soon discovered that a bright red backside did nothing to diminish his rock hard erection. Furthermore, whilst Gary had never been reticent about offering oral sex he was now getting lots more practice and becoming far more proficient in knowing exactly what turned her on.

Spring rolled into summer, July turned into August and Britain experienced one of those rare heat waves with daytime temperatures up into the high eighties. Gary was working away in the data centre when his mobile rang.

"Hi there honey." Jess purred once he had answered. "It's far too hot to work. How about we bunk off early and have some fun."

Jim looked at the rota. He, like Jess, worked flexible hours and he had enough in reserve so he called over to the boss and pleaded domestic emergency. Just how much his boss believed him is moot as, half an hour later, he was away from the office and pulling into the car park outside where Jess worked and five minutes after that they were free. He was delighted to see that Jess was looking bright and summery wearing a short skirt and a light blouse. Her legs were bare and on her feet was a pair of strappy sandals. Instead of her normal handbag she was carrying a holdall that looked quite heavy as she shoved it on to the back seat. When Gary asked what was in it a curt 'you'll see when the time comes' was all he got in reply. A quick discussion on where to go ruled out most of their usual haunts as being to hot, too indoors or just over done. When Jess suggested a spin out to Barton Fell Gary agreed at once. It was maybe a twenty mile drive but Gary's sports car made light of the distance and, in no time, they were pulling into the main car park.

The woods were nigh on perfection. It was quite cool in the dappled shade and, being midweek, it was pretty peaceful. At first they walked together hand in hand down the main pathways but, more and more they strayed and, as they got deeper into the woods Gary couldn't resist pulling Jess to a stop and, pinning her to a tree, kissed her long and hard. Naturally his hand strayed to her thigh, up under the hem of her skirt and was heading for all points north but, as his fingers reached the elasticated leg of her panties he was firmly told to wait.

"There will be plenty of time for that later, don't you worry." Jess whispered. "Doesn't this heat make you horny? It certainly does me."

At that point Gary's restraint nearly broke but a party of school children on a nature trail approached. Fortunately they were noisy enough that Gary had time to get his hand out of Jess's skirt before they got too close.

At six-o-clock Jess suggested that they eat at a nearby pub which had a good garden where they could sit out and enjoy the weather. Gary's main hunger was for something other than food but he knew better than to demur and they went back to the car park, retrieved the car, and drove the five miles or so to the Rose and Crown at Duck Green. The weather had brought the crowds out but, after a short wait, they found a table and ordered.

As they chatted together over the meal Gary started to realise just how much the woman opposite meant to him. Maybe it was the two pints of Boddingtons he'd had with the meal, maybe it was the unrelieved tensions in his groin, maybe it was the perfect afternoon they'd just spent together or maybe, maybe it was that this was the one for him, his one true love. He was nigh on the point of proposing there and then but he hadn't got a ring and proposing without a ring just wouldn't be right. By the time they had finished the sun was getting low. Hand in hand they walked back to the car.

"I'm driving." Said Jess firmly as they approached the car. "I know you with two pints inside you. You may be legal but you're not safe. Hand over the keys."

It said much for their relationship that Jess was the only other person allowed to drive Gary's precious sports car and, without demur, he handed over the keys and got in the passenger side. Jess got in the driver's side and they drove off, out of the car park. It wasn't long before Gary realised that they were not heading back towards his flat, or hers for that matter, but were, once again, heading deep into the countryside.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"Can't you work that out?" Jess said, playfully.

"But this is the road back to Barton Fell." Gary said. Then the penny dropped. "Are we going to...?"

"You betcha!" Expertly Jess steered the car through the narrow country lanes and, minutes later, they turned into the car park and drew to a halt. "Grab the bag from the back and follow me."

They got out of the car and Gary took the holdall out of the back before Jess pushed the switch that put the roof up and locked the doors. Then, with a purposeful stride she headed off into the woods.

Gary was beginning to realise that she had planned this all along. After all the bag had been there right from the start. Furthermore the afternoons walk hadn't just been for pleasure, judging by the assured way she was taking turn after turn she knew exactly where she was going. He was pleased to see that she had remembered Archie's comments and they were heading towards Blay Tarn. It wasn't long before they came to a clearing, a patch of soft turf tucked away under the overhanging branches of a mature beach tree.