A Walk On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

A Walk On The Wild Side

It's always the way, when you start a local club or society. In my case, it arose from a desire to get more exercise without going to a gym or buying a silly treadmill. If you've got Dartmoor on your doorstep why not go out and explore it? I shared the idea with my neighbours, and even stuck up a notice in the Post Office about it. There was great interest from lots of people to begin with and we all had some fabulous walks, then after a while, they begin to fall away. The excuses were many - we've got relatives coming, I've sprained my ankle, the car failed its MOT and my wife has a blister (and that's just from one couple) - and the inexorable decline begins.

At the start, there were loads of us. The keenest and most regular attenders were the older couples - the Hollands, the Milfords, the Sunningdales, the Cokers and the Westfields. And some younger single people - Keith Stiby, Rachel Marsh, Ginny Greenwood, Jimmy Odcombe and Laura Finch, and a few others whose names I have forgotten.

Lastly there's me. I'm Adam, by the way. Pleased to meet you, too.

We'd meet at an easy-to-find car park somewhere on the edge of the Moor and then set off. Nothing very ambitious, we weren't the Marines yomping across the Falkland Islands to Goose Green, we were amateur ramblers. You know, amateurs with expensive walking gear which was used infrequently. Backpacks with all the trimmings, British Army-style water bottles, branded waterproofs (except we never went out in the rain), ...

... Tilly hats, walking poles and top-of-the-range walking boots. We'd take up our backpacks and walking poles, get into our favourite trousers, jackets, skirts and tops and off we'd go for a bit of exercise to get the bodily functions going again. An uphill start, fabulous views, our picnics at a suitable spot, lots of friendly chit-chat, a few laughs and burgeoning friendships, then we'd return to the cars by another route, this time generally downhill. At the end of the walk, I would suggest a few routes for next time and we'd pick one and decide on a date, time and car park to begin at. All in all, an excellent idea although I say it myself.

But, as I say, numbers started declining almost from day one. One Saturday in mid-June it was just me and Rachel, our youngest member at twenty five taking a day off from her studies at Plymouth Uni. We hung around the car park, waiting for a few extra minutes but nobody else turned up. I don't know what their excuses might have been because the weather was great. Sunny, a pleasant little breeze and a few fluffy clouds in the sky with a forecast of more of the same for the whole day, so it wasn't that.

All of us club members had got to know each of the others to a reasonable extent. During the course of any one walk, the group of people having one conversation would change and evolve as that chat came to an end, a slower walker would find their second wind and move forward towards the front, joining and leaving one or more chats, ...