Finding ourselves bored yet again at the weekend, my boyfriend and I decided that a few pints and a nice walk in the park would be a great way to spend our hard earned weekend. Afterall, Greenwich park is so beautiful and what areSundays for?!?!
Walking home through the park watching the sun go down, I found myself feeling a little frisky after several pints of yummy fruit beer. I looked at my boyfriend with that 'Take me now and give me all you've got' look. He returned with a glare and a stern "Are you serious?". I could tell this would take some convincing.
After spending the next half an hour trying to meander him to a secluded spot away from prying eyes and mud patches, I found a perfect little corner concealed by trees. I think he had come round to the idea, despite the cold, because before I knew it my jeans were down and I was against a tree one leg in the air.
Outside frollicks are fun - being at one with nature and all that. Sadly, they're also illegal. After being spotted by an irate park keeper, we tried to make a run for it. Attempting to run downhill, jeans round your ankles, is not easy by any stretch.
I'm not sure if it was trying to run uphill and pull my jeans up both legs or trying to high jump the fence - or being thrown over the fence into a the path of some evening walkers - but somewhere along the lines I had managed to lose my knickers, and apparently my dignity. I did, however, have the most fun I've had in a muddy park for a long time.
Now I understand why people have a yearning desire to be 'at one with nature'......
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