Shameful and Lewd Behaviour © Abigail Armani/AKA Lucy Appleby
She shrieked with laughter as he chased her off the main path in the park and into the wooded area beyond.
"You just wait, girl," he panted. "You just wait til I catch you!"
She paused for a moment, turning her head to look back over her shoulder. She knew he could easily outrun her if he chose to. This was all pretence ... all part of the glorious game they played.
"Oh yeah? And then what, noodle arm?" she taunted.
"Noodle arm?" he blustered. "I'll give you noodle arm!" He gave chase in earnest, fuelled by a spike of adrenalin at the sight of her long legs and those gloriously swaying hips in her tight skirt. She couldn't run fast in that thing, particularly with those three-inch heels. He soon caught up with her, grabbing her round the waist.
She giggled and squirmed in his grasp, her face flushed with excitement and exertion. "Hey ... where are we going?"
"I think you know, girl." He grinned wickedly as he steered her towards the ramshackle hut that had been long abandoned by the park keepers and gardening team. Somehow, in spite of its great age, it was still standing, and endured the occasional use of walkers caught out in a rain shower, or enthusiastic bird watchers as they viewed the herons on the lake from the crumbling west window.
But there was no one inside now, and as the door creaked slowly open, Tom pushed her inside and closed the door behind them, pulling at the rusty old bolt that provided a makeshift lock. The place smelled of damp and earth and mouse droppings. The windows were dirty, festooned with cobwebs, and the only furniture that remained in this place was a rickety wooden chair and a long wooden bench in a shadowy corner.
"What do you have in mind I wonder?" she said with a toss of her head. Her eyes sparked green glints in the gloomy interior.
"I'm going to shag you senseless woman, but first I'm going to give you a damn good spanking to remind you who's in charge round here."
"Such depravity," she hissed, but her face was animated, her nostrils flaring with anticipation, and a raw, animal hunger that had been building since their chase through the woods.
He sat on the old chair and pulled her close, pulling her tight skirt up over the swell of her hips. "Over you go," he said, and levered her over his lap. Her bottom smiled up at him, encased in red lace. He yanked down her panties without ceremony, hearing her sharp intake of breath as she was bared to his gaze. "That's better," he said, eyeing her delectable curves. She had an arse to die for did Miriam: large and round and meaty, with a pronounced cleft bisecting the twin creamy hillocks.
"What if someone comes?!" she warned, the first hint of panic creeping into her voice.
"Well I plan on doing so, and I reckon you will too. So we'd best get started, huh ... to get you in the mood for the frisky big old snake in my pants."
His hand splatted down on her bottom. He spanked hard and fast, grunting his approval as her skin rapidly reddened beneath the onslaught.
"Owwww!" she yelped. "Is that your hand or a frying OW! pan?!"
He didn't reply, but continued spanking methodically, watching the jiggling buttocks depress and bounce, spurred on by her squirming and whimpers. He knew the effect a spanking would have on her. His fingers strayed to her slick sex. He was right. She was hot and wet and ready for him. His teasing fingers toyed with her, then he spanked on until she was writhing and unashamedly rubbing her crotch against his hand.
Then there came the crunch of footfalls and the sound of querulous voices drawing ever closer.
"Stop moaning, Mabel ... we'll go in here."
"Oh yes, Arthur. My feet are killing me. I need a sit down."
The couple inside the hut gazed at one another.
"They can't get in," Tom whispered, "and I'm not waiting any longer." He pulled Miriam to her feet and pushed her towards the bench in the corner.
"Tom ... surely you're not thinking of ... oooooh," she moaned as he bent her over the bench and whipped out his big boy snake, pressing it against her heated cheeks.
"Oh but I am." He adjusted his stance and steered his rigid member to her sex, impaling her with one powerful thrust.
"Ahhhhhh." That felt so good. Miriam began inclining her hips, rolling back to meet his thrusts.
"Dammit, the darn thing's locked," snapped Arthur as he tried the door.
"Bother! Give it a good shove, Arthur," said Mabel. "It might just be stuck."
"I'll give it a good shove," growled Tom as he thrust hard and fast and deep.
"Oooo Tommmm," moaned Miriam. "Give it to me good. Shove it in."
The old door rattled as Arthur pulled and shoved at it. "Can't get in," he grumbled.
"Oh no," said Mabel.
"Oh yesssss," breathed Miriam.
Tom put his hand over her mouth. She was a screamer was Miriam. He didn't want those two old dears having a heart attack thinking murder was being committed inside the hut. He pounded into her with everything he had. His big boy snake had quite a workout.
On Monday morning, Miriam relived every delicious minute of her weekend encounter, and was quite put out when the defence barrister finished his gibbering and sat down, looking at her expectantly.
Shaking herself out of her pleasant reverie she banged her gavel down on the bench. Justice Miriam Withers had a reputation for decisive and stringent sentencing. She turned her attention to the middle-aged man on the stand.
"Charles Hartley. You are convicted of indecent exposure in a public place. Shameful and lewd behaviour! Shameful I say! The Court hereby fines you £400 payable immediately." At least I don't get caught she thought to herself, and smirked.
Ohh she makes a good point!
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Thanks for the story!
You're welcome, Minelle :)
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