The appeal of sex in nature has always been somewhat lost on me. On a sandy beach, in the woods, in a field – I’ve never really understood the romantic appeal.
But recently, on a long drive through Vermont and New Hampshire, I finally got. My wife and I were on a long drive to the coast of Maine. The whole way – many hundreds of miles – we talked of recent sexual experiences that we had loved and fantasies and kinks we hoped to realize. It was hours of super arousing conversation, interspersed with my wife occasionally showing me that she was wearing no panties and that she was very, very excited.
And, finally, part way through New Hampshire my wife pulls into a small state park rest stop. She gets out of the car and begins to wander into the woods. She whispers in my ear “I need you now”.
We walk far enough into the woods that we cannot see other cars or families who have stopped there. We crest a hill and move behind a tree.
I will spare you the details, but I now understand the appeal of outdoor sex. Its not the romanticism.. it’s the desperation. And its incredible.