He said: Curses, Foiled Again!

Who wouldn't want to have a pedicure in the woods while drinking wine? The natural followup would usually be a quick fuck or blowjob on the blanket. That would be unless your secret spot in the woods becomes a superhighway for dog walkers. It was just a good thing we heard their voices before either one or both of us had our pants around our ankles or naked asses exposed to the breeze. Our outdoor adventures have not been without incident so we have naturally become a bit skittish about being discovered in a compromising position  Scratch one opportunity for an outdoor naughty time.

We should have known that when the weather was so nice so late in the season that something would go wrong. How about a park full of kids and a fire truck? Who would have thought on the last good day before winter that instead of the park being locked up tight as expected that the gate would be wide open and full of school buses and cars. The blue flags marking the trail a few feet away from our secret picnic spot and the trampled down grass were additional confirmation that hanky panky would be a distinctly bad idea.

Not too much to add.  Lest you think that these days were terrible disappointments nothing could be further from the truth. V and I had a nice lunch with wine both times, all that was missing was the proverbial icing on the cake. I also managed to get a nice picture of my feet soaking as I waited for my pedicure.