The Sarah & Mark Series

The Wrong Room

Sarah & Mark (Book 6) - Unabridged

Chapter 1

Mark and I never really looked back once we'd got together. We rarely fell out and never shouted at each other in anger. From the first day we got together in lockdown, things just got better and better for us as a couple as the restrictions eased and the world went back to the 'new normal', our relationship blossomed. Over the summer we revisited Brighton naturist beach, plus two others on the coast not too far from us, and our sex life was amazing. I would still do runs, often going topless once I was off the road, even passing Dr. Ryan again towards the end of the summer, the village GP must have thought I was a real exhibitionist. One time it wasn't as nice out, warm, but overcast, and Mark dared me to do my run topless door to door. I stuffed a small bikini top into the back of my Lycra shorts, just in case and set off from the house.

The first 400 meters or so was the scariest as the road is narrow, lined either side with hedgerows and there is nowhere to go, it's also fairly straight, so you can see somebody coming from a long way off. As I ran at my usual pace, the wind on my skin, I was finding it a real turn-on, almost turning around there and then to go back to Mark, but I wanted to get this run done, complete my mission; Mark would still be at home when I returned in an hour or so.

At five-foot-eight with a lean, athletic frame, I'm told by Mark that I cut an impressive figure as I run, and he can't keep up with me for more than 3 miles before he's done. My 12 years as a military officer kept me disciplined, and my weekly 10-mile runs ensured I stayed in top shape, something I've kept up since I hit civvy street. I had pulled my shoulder-length brown hair tight behind my head, the short ponytail bouncing with each stride, and my B-cup boobs, which Mark affectionately calls my 'Perky Bees,' added an extra layer of excitement to the run.

I managed to get to the turnoff unseen, not even a distant engine noise to worry me as I left the road behind, checking my GPS runner's watch was recording my run as I hit winding public footpaths and farm tracks that crisscrossed the countryside. The narrow paths, often flanked by tall hedgerows and wildflowers, offered a sense of seclusion that was both liberating and thrilling. My route was a familiar one, a circuitous journey around the village that wound through dense woodlands and across the rolling hills of the South Downs. On a typical run, I might pass a few fellow hikers or dog walkers, but often, I could complete my 10-mile loop without seeing another soul, which added a tantalising edge to my topless adventure, it was almost a shame Mark wasn't here to see it.

The soft thud of my feet on the earthen path was a soothing rhythm, and the cool breeze against my bare skin was invigorating. As I entered a dense patch of woodland, the canopy above filtered the sunlight, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor. The air was filled with the scent of pine and damp earth, the sweat on my naked torso cooling me nicely and heightened my senses. Suddenly, a sharp crunch under foot left something stuck to my shoe, sticking out and grazing against the opposite leg. I slowed to a stop and looked down to see a thorny bramble clinging to the underside of my running shoe. With a muttered curse, I bent down to dislodge the pesky vine, my fingers working deftly to free the stubborn thorn, trying to avoid pricking my fingertips in the process.

As I stood back up, a gasping sound caught my attention. Curiosity piqued, I followed the noise, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. I crept through the underbrush, my movement silent, until I reached the edge of a small clearing. There, laid out on a blanket, was a couple. The man, perhaps in his early twenties, was on top of the woman, his naked body glistening with sweat. He was thrusting into her with a frenzied intensity, his hips moving in a primal rhythm. The woman, her crumpled dress hitched around her waist, lay beneath him, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, lost in the throes of passion, making similar noises to the one that originally caught my attention.

My breath hitched as I watched them, my own arousal building with each thrust. The voyeuristic thrill was intoxicating, and I found myself rubbing my fingers against the fabric of my Lycra shorts, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was only about fifteen or twenty meters away, giving me a very good view of the live sex show in front of me. The man's movements became more urgent, his grunts filling the air as he fucked her hard. The woman's moans grew louder, her body arching beneath him as she reached her climax, her groans sounding like something out of a porn movie. He increased his pace, and within a minute, the young man groaned, his body shuddering as he came, leaning down to kiss her hard as his thrusts slowed and eventually stopped. He rolled off her, his penis still semi-erect and glistening with cum.

The woman sat up, her long hair falling in disarray around her shoulders. She smiled at the man, a knowing look passing between them. They shared a tender kiss, their lips lingering before they broke apart. The man stood, his naked body on full display, and began to gather their things. He slipped on a pair of trainers and slung a backpack over his shoulder. The woman straightened her skirt, not bothering with her underwear which she rolled up the blanket, her movements graceful and unhurried. They started to walk away from me towards the path, their hands entwined, seemingly unaware of their surroundings.

My heart was racing, and my body ached with unfulfilled desire. I decided to take a chance. I snuck backwards to the path, then quickly ran 100 meters back the way I came, my mind racing with the possibilities. I estimated that if I doubled back now, I would pass them in just a few seconds, hoping they were coming my way, else I would catch them up shortly after. As I turned and ran back, my bare breasts bouncing with each stride, I saw the couple approaching from behind a large bush. They stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the sight of me, my topless form and the confident smile on my face.

"Well, this is a surprise," the woman said, her voice steady despite the blush creeping up her cheeks. "I'm not sure I've ever been caught like this before."

I chuckled, my embarrassment forgotten in the rush of adrenaline and lust. "Neither have I, but I must say, it's quite the show." My eyes taking in the man, still naked, who shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between me and the woman. I made it obvious that I was looking over his body, especially his reddened, swollen penis, which still showed signs of recent sex, though he must have wiped it off onto something.

"I um, err, I don't know what to say," he stammered, his face flushing red. The woman placed a hand on his arm, her touch calming. "There's no need to be embarrassed," she said, her voice gentle. "It's not every day you run into someone like this, we always knew one day one of our naked man walks would result in coming across other people." She seemed to enjoy that they had been caught like this, and not in their wildest dreams would they have considered they would be caught by a topless woman.

"You couldn't make this up," she continued. We do these walks two or three times a month and have never seen anybody else up close, maybe in the distance or a farmer in a tractor half a mile away, but to see you, like that, I doubt anybody would even believe it!"

I nodded, my smile widening as I caught the lad staring at my nipples. "I have had the same trepidation myself, this is my first full topless run around my normal route. I've done a half mile here and there, but never my full run."

She laughed and with a deliberate hint of nervous excitement said, "It's a good thing you weren't here five minutes ago, or you'd have seen a real show!" A nervous smile crossed the lad's face, and there was a definite stirring of his penis. The woman and I were both staring and it was having an even more obvious effect on him, his already impressive penis rising up, pointing to the sky, maybe eight inches long, circumcised and curving upwards like a banana, perhaps his lean skinny frame making it look even bigger than it was?

We were strangers, but being extremely open. I laughed and gave the impression I was sad to have missed what she was talking about, keeping to myself I'd seen it all. I was keen to share that Mark and I often have a similar dynamic, "My partner and I are often in naked man, clothed lady situations, usually at home. He is naked whenever the temperature breaks twenty. I quite enjoy the power dynamic that it creates. Anyway, it's been a pleasure, truly. But I should get back to my run. Maybe we'll cross paths again sometime."

With a wink, I moved past them on the narrow path, my hand lightly grazing the lad's thigh, and continued my run, my mind racing with the memories of the encounter. I turned briefly to see the couple watching me go, their faces a mix of amusement and disbelief. As I disappeared around the bushes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, my body still tingling with the thrill of the unexpected encounter, my heart rate increasing to match my strides.

I managed to make it the rest of the way without passing anybody else, the last part on the road back to the house was the scariest and I used every last ounce of effort to sprint back, turning onto the gravel driveway and around to the side gate, making my way into the garden. Mark was in the gym, working free-weights, doing it naked as he often did, his cute little dick wobbling as he exerted himself, curling the weights into his chest. He smiled when he saw me and I poked my head through the door, telling him I would tell him of my topless run in a bit, but I wanted a shower first.

I stripped off in the kitchen, Mark watching me through the glass doors, then nipped up to our bathroom and started the shower. As I waited for the water to warm up I grabbed one of my waterproof vibrators, climbed in and closed the frosted glass door. The warm water cascaded over my body and I pressed the vibrator firmly against my clit, the intense vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through my core. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering closed as I leaned against the tiled wall for support. The vibrator was merciless in its intensity, pushing me closer to the edge with each passing second. I increased the pressure, my hips bucking slightly as I chased my release.

With my free hand, I reached up and cupped my breast, squeezing gently before rolling my nipple between my fingers. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of desire straight to my pussy. I pinched the sensitive bud, eliciting a gasp from my lips. I imagined the young man standing naked, one hand entwined with his lover's, his penis grasped in his other, stroking it for us until he sprayed his cum all over my legs.

I slid my fingers down my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs before dipping lower. My pussy was slick and ready, the folds swollen with arousal. I slipped two fingers inside, curling them to hit that sweet spot that always sent me over the edge. I pumped my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of the vibrator against my clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, my body tensing as I neared my climax.

The image of the couple played in my mind again, their naked bodies entwined, their passion raw and uninhibited as he fucked her. I could almost feel his strong hands on my body, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. The thought sent me spiralling, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out gently, my body convulsing as pleasure ripped through me, leaving me breathless and spent.

As the aftershocks subsided, I turned off the vibrator and let it fall to the shower floor with a clatter. I took a deep breath, my heart still racing from the intensity of my release. I knew I would need more, much more, later with Mark. The thought of him, naked and waiting for me, sent a fresh surge of desire through my veins. I washed and rinsed myself, then turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, my body still tingling with the remnants of my orgasm. I wrapped a towel around myself, the soft cotton gently caressing my sensitive skin, the natural dopamine hit from my run was replaced by one from my orgasm, and the combination made me feel a little sleepy. I decided to have a lie down, Mark can wait.

Chapter 2

A week later and the late September autumn was cooling down, the forecast saying today was likely the last day of good weather until the spring time most likely. I had a business trip near Birmingham the next day, so I'd be away from Mark for over a week, a significant MoD contract we had won, and there was a lot of work needed to finalise the specifics. I thought back to my meeting that young couple in the woods and decided it would be fun to have a go myself. They'd said they had done it many times unseen, but the anticipation and fear of being caught would be exciting.

The sun shone down on us as we walked from the house along the road and onto the footpath that circled around the village or meandered up into the Downs. Mark and I walked hand in hand along the familiar path, the long summer having made it nice and firm to walk on. I had dressed in a denim skirt, a simple T-shirt, and an old pair of trainers, finishing the outfit with low-cut socks. As we left the road behind, the narrow footpath wound through dense woodland, offering a sense of seclusion that allowed us to take in the sounds of the countryside.

"You know, I never see anyone else around here on my runs," I said, my voice low and inviting. "So why not strip off and walk naked?"

Mark raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that so? And here I thought you were just taking me for a leisurely stroll."

I chuckled, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, there's been more to this walk than meets the eye. But first, I have just remembered I never told you what happened last time I was out here. You recall my topless run the other day?"

Mark's curiosity was piqued, and he stopped in his tracks. "Topless run, fuck, yes, you were going to tell me about something happening when I was in the gym, but by the time I'd made dinner and mown the lawn it passed me by. Do tell."

I grinned, my nipples already visible through my thin T-shirt, poking through the fabric with each step, Mark taking notice and brushing a palm over one with a smile. "Well, strip off first, and I will give you all the juicy details." Mark moved to a grassy patch and leaned one hand against a tree as he removed his shorts and underpants, then slid off his polo shirt, leaving him in just his trainers, a hint of sock just visible. I had brought a small pack with me for this very purpose, stuffing his clothes in and cinching the strings on the opening.

"Well," I started, a big sigh to emphasise the upcoming details. "It all started when you dared me to do a topless run door to door. I realised after I left you never saw me leave, but I stuffed a small bikini top into the back of my Lycra shorts, just in case, and set off from the house. Tits on show."

I recounted my adventure, Mark seemingly unaware, assuming I had taken off my top as I entered the house for fun. My voice filled with excitement as I described the thrill of running topless, the wind on my skin, and the sensation of my breasts bouncing with each stride. "And then, as I was running through the woods, I heard noises. Curiosity got the better of me, and I followed the sound."

Mark listened intently, his interest growing with each detail as we continued along the path hand in hand. "And what did you find?" He asked, seemingly not impressed at my long pause. His eyes gleamed with anticipation. So I continued my story. "A couple, maybe in their mid-twenties, were fucking right there in that clearing, you know, the one just before where the path forks off to the village or up into the Downs. The man was on top of the woman, his naked body glistening with sweat. They were so into it, lost in their own world. I watched from a distance, but I don't know why, I've never considered myself voyeuristic before."

Mark's breath hitched, his imagination running wild. "You watched them? How long were you there?"

"I stayed until they finished," I said, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "And then, as I was leaving, I decided to take a chance. I snuck back and doubled back on the path a few hundred meters, turned and headed back, hoping to pass them as they left. And I did. As we approached each other, I realised he was still totally nude, but she had her long dress on. I don't know who got the biggest surprise. I avoided telling them I'd just seen them fucking, but in seconds we were chatting like it was just three people passing on footpath. The man was still naked, and let me tell you, I think he was impressed with what he saw."

Mark's cock stirred at the thought, his body responding to the erotic tale and the idea of another man seeing his girlfriend with her tits out. He had a big smile on his face and pushed me to tell him more, "You're full of surprises, aren't you? I can't believe you forgot to tell me about this. So what happened next?"

I shrugged, a coy smile on my face. "Nothing much, they told me they did the clothed female, naked male country walks on a regular basis, it gave me the idea for this walk we are on now." As we continued along the path, Mark's semi-erection grew more pronounced, his body responding to the vivid images I painted. We eventually arrived at the clearing where I had seen the other couple, but it was deserted, the only signs of life the rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds.

I pulled a small blanket from my backpack, my movements graceful and deliberate. "I thought we could re-enact the sex the other couple had," I said, my voice low and sultry. "What do you think?"

Mark's eyes darkened with desire, his cock now fully hard and pointing out at me, the foreskin retracted a little. "I think that's a fantastic idea," he said with gusto, his voice thick with anticipation. "Lead the way."

With a wicked grin, I spread the blanket on the ground, lay down and beckoning Mark to join me, opening my legs to show that not only had I 'forgot' to put on a bra, but also I was not wearing any panties. He knelt in front of me and positioned himself, his hard cock teasing the edges of my pussy until it found its mark, sliding in inch by inch until our pelvises met. He wiggled his body to get into the perfect position, then started to thrust in and out of me, a solid manly action that drove me wild. I had to grasp the hem of my skirt as it kept falling in the way of his thrusts while he leaned forward to kiss me hard, not stopping his thrusts.

The sensation of his cock filling me was incredible, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel the heat building between us, our skin slick with sweat as we moved together. Mark's breathing grew ragged, his hips moving faster and more urgently. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him.

"Fuck, Sarah," Mark groaned, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so good."

I moaned in response, my nails digging into his back as I urged him on. "Harder, Mark. Fuck me harder."

He complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more primal. I was sure I could feel his cock swelling inside me, knowing he was close. The thought of the other couple watching us, even though nobody was there, added an extra layer of excitement. I imagined their eyes on us, taking in every detail, and it sent me spiralling towards my own climax.