This happened some time ago. I think I had just joined AMM or maybe been a member for a year or so. I had met up with a woman from Dubbo a couple of times, I had met her in Bathurst initially and we had shared a soapy shower together and rooted from all angles in a motel there all day. She had been to my place in Sydney once and we had rooted in practically every room and place on my property including the back yard and my workshop. She managed to get saw dust on her delightful bottom as I poked her as she sat on the workbench. I dusted her butt off for her afterwards; such is the gentleman that I am. Ooooo, lovely arse, I can still remember feeling it up.

One of the other times we met up, it was decided to meet halfway at Bathurst again. This particular weekend we fronted up at the motel we had used on our first visit only to be told that we should have booked as there was a big convention in town that weekend and the place was full. They said that it would probably be the same all over town and suggested that we try the local tourist assistance centre down the road which we promptly did. The tourist assistance center repeated the sad story and told us that the closest accommodation was at Sofala about thirty minutes away. We didn’t care where we rooted as long as there was a bed and so the centre contacted the Sofala place for us and we booked what turned out to be a (very) small but charming house.

As we stood there in the tourist centre I was standing behind my woman with my hand on her waist that managed to wander down to her arse when no one was looking. As a result my tool was getting stiff and making a bulge in my pants that was quite obvious so I stood behind her trying not to rub myself up against her arse which took some self control let me tell you. After several agonizing minutes we exited the center, retired to our separate cars and set off for Sofala. She led the way as she was more familiar with the road to get out of Bathurst.

Only about ten or so minutes as we raced along through lovely undulating countryside eager to get to our accommodation, I noticed the occasional little dirt side road with signs off to obscure little places I had never heard of as well as multiple letter boxes that suggested only locals used those roads and hopefully infrequently.

I decided that wanted a fuck and NOW. I flashed my headlights to attract her attention (I mustn’t have had a mobile phone back then and anyway it’s dangerous to use your mobile when driving, right?) and was unsuccessful initially until she finally stopped to ask what the problem was. I told her of my suggestion and I remember a look of “can’t you wait until we get to the accommodation?” on her face but she nevertheless agreed and we found one of these side roads and drove along until we found a good spot. She led and so we had to drive quite a way as she must have wanted privacy or something, whereas I just wanted to get my tool wet and as soon as possible and I kinda liked the idea of having sex in the outdoors. We finally came to a stop in a cloud of dust (certainly from my car anyway) and I raced around to her car just as she opened the driver’s door and swung her legs out, preparing to get out of the car. I wasn’t having any of that and immediately opened her legs, pulled her dress up and helped her get her panties off much to her feeble protests and she giggled at my lust driven impetuosity as I struggled with them. She lifted her arse for me and I finally had them off and down her legs and off her feet, tossing them over her shoulder into the passenger’s seat. I wrenched out my tool and balls through my fly but thought better of it and unbuckled my pants and let them drop around my ankles. My tool dangled out wet with pre-cum that had been accumulating since the tourist centre. I pulled back what little of the foreskin that was still covering the knob and shook my tool, endeavouring to shake off the surplus pre-cum. It flew everywhere onto her legs and belly and the steering wheel and probably the seat which made her chuckle again.

Impatience overcame me and I parted the vulva lips of her bald snatch and pushed my knob into her little box. A couple of short knob exciting dabs and I pushed the shaft into her up to the hilt in one exquisite thrust which prompted a “Gnawww!” from her that I apologised for as I thought I was being too brutal but she replied “oh no, that was good!” putting her hand on my arm to console me and to reinforce her comment.

She had one leg propped up on the door armrest or window sill and the other dangled out the door as I frantically rammed into her trying desperately to grab anything to support myself, be it steering wheel or the back of the front seat, I don’t know what it was, but I was so enjoying driving my tool into her, gyrating my hips that I didn’t notice a car hurtle past down the dirt road without stopping until it was on us, kicking up a cloud of dirt that washed over our cars and me. I didn’t care and kept on rooting her until weariness caused me to flop forward panting, almost lying on top of her. She was forced to endue the centre console and gear stick poking into her back briefly until I came in a gush that nearly made my ears pop with the pressure of the post orgasm straining, striving to pump all of my hot jism into her.

It was only about then I noticed the sweat pouring off me much to the delight of the local flies that were having a field day and were even buzzing around her pussy and my tool still hanging out of it. I pulled myself back up to grip the steering wheel and after a few deep breaths, asked her how she was. She seemed to be ok and admitted that she had had a couple of orgasms herself turned on by the effort of me frantically trying to cum in her. I strained to stand up and my dick fell out her, expended and flopped down semi erect but still full length, like a tired sausage.

She cupped her hand over her vagina and staggered very undignified to the boot of the car to get something to clean herself (and as it turned out me) up with. She stood beside the car and holding her dress up, peered down between her wide spread legs, wiping herself as well as she could as I watched the horny sight. She then wiped my dick of our juices and left me to get dressed. My pants had been down in the dust still around my ankles and so I took them off and shook the dust off them and my undies before getting dressed lest another local come hurtling past. We continued on to have a lovely weekend of dinners at the local eatery and rooting all over our little three room house, including on top of the washing machine and out in the very sheltered back yard at our romantic retreat. The nearest neighbours – actually the owners of our house - were about three hundred meters up the dirt road so it was very private. They probably do alright renting out their little house to other sex crazed couples.

Not that the whole weekend wasn’t great, but somehow that initial root up on the hill looking out over the countryside was probably the highlight of the weekend. Mind you, I didn’t look out at the scenery initially, it was only after when I was trying to recover that I paused to gaze out at the country side, with the cars whizzing by down on the bitumen paved road far in the distance, oblivious to the fact that millions of my little swimmers were being pumped into my woman.