Hooray-hooray!

Hooray-hooray, it's the first of May! Outdoor screwing starts today! I've not had alfresco sex for a long time, but the few times I have, it's been quite wonderful -- for me, as a male. The female, on the other hand, especially if it's missionary position, is inclined to get sticks in her bum and other tender areas. Yet, even then, it has usually been a salutary experience for the partner as well. One of the reasons it is so good, is that it usually comes about as a result of a major lust buildup that has happened on a walk. Also, the birds are singing, the trees and grass smell wonderful; one is physically invigorated, and nether parts start to tingle.
Do we wait until we get home? I'm not certain if I can. Tingling becomes an urgent pressure. My ex-wife once told me, when we were ensconced in a motel room after a long road trip that she'd really been tempted to ask me to drive down a side road so that we could have sex in the woods, such had been her impulse at the moment. I asked, immediately interested, why she hadn't mentioned it at the time. "I suddenly got shy," she said. However, the telling did it for me, and we certainly made up for the missed encounter very quickly that evening. Quickly for both of us, which tells you something about even the idea of coupling in the woods.
Another time that same ex and I took a boat trip to a nearby island. It was late spring, wildflowers were blooming in profusion, and we realized in short order that we were the only people on the pretty islet. We also realized that should somebody arrive, it would have to be by boat, and we'd be able to hear them well ahead of time. No more needed to be said. Pants and panties were off in an instant and the rest, sigh, is wonderful history.
The first of May indeed!