Ok - since we're all fessing up, I was the woodland bonker
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Even more
it was in a lovely lush meadowy oasis in the woods. We'd seen no one all day as it was the middle of the week during a non holiday period and our walk had been in glorious solitude. We had stopped for a rest to soak up the sun in a little patch of high grass and open sky. One thing led to another.
Just a quickie in the missionary fashion but I opened my eyes during 'a moment' to see a male walking boot skim over the top of us. I was so shocked I temporarily froze, but turned my head slightly to see the hiker turn his head back towards us - he looked me right in the eye, gave a wry smile and strode on.
This unfroze me and I started to squeal and to scrabble and push DP off - he was so in the moment that despite his position and promise to keep an eye out he had neither spotted the guy approaching or even noticed him stepping over his back! And seeing as how the walker was now moving away at a pace with his back to us, DP happily considered that we could finish DTD!
We didn't... I was up and half crawling, half crouching pulling knickers round my knees and mortified I insisted we go back in the opposite direction, miles out of our way to avoid meeting the walker further down the path.
In our defence we were just turned 20, poor students living at our parents and permanently horny so the woodland interlude was a seized on opportunity.
As for peeing in the out of doors - my pea sized bladder is a family joke and out in the wild I drop my pants behind bushes, high nettles, dry stone walls, any slight cover will do. DP on the other hand would rather bust his bladder than go, and hangs on for so long we're almost at civilisation before he has to give in.
How times have changed. I do like to remind him that he didn't used to be so fussy about baring his whole (bonking) backside to the walking world.