I went on a long, wet hike yesterday with my boyfriend. The cold February weather made for a very isolated trip; we only passed by a few locals taking their dogs out for a quick walk. The woods were thick and the trail was completely enclosed by a wall of trees and mossy boulders. My boyfriend found many opportunities to slip his hand down the back of my pants, exposing my body to the cold air. He roughly groped my ass, occasionally reaching down to tease my pussy. If we ran into someone on the trail, he could easily pass off his groping as an innocent backrub. It was safe, harmless fun. However, I was looking for something a little more risky…
We eventually made it to our destination: a viewing point towering above a beautiful, powerful waterfall. While bustling with tourists, hikers, and campers during the summer, the viewing point was utterly devoid of people in the middle of winter. My boyfriend began to snap some photos as I wandered off to explore the area. I moved north a bit and found a small clearing beside the river. A few decrepit picnic tables were scattered around but it was otherwise empty. I gasped as I suddenly felt arms wrap around me, forcing me against a warm body. One hand immediately dove into my pants, teasing my pussy, while the other reached under my jacket and grabbed one of my breasts. I rocked against the fingers pressing on my clit for a moment before turning around and giving my boyfriend a passionate kiss. He laughed and began to move away, content with how well he had riled me up. I certainly didn’t consider that fair, I had to get him back somehow. I stopped him abruptly by grabbing his hip and rubbing his cock through his pants. His breath picked up as I pressed harder on his growing dick and slowly kissed his neck. I could see from his expression that this was going farther than he anticipated. However, I had no intention of stopping.
After a few moments of teasing, I unbuttoned his pants and wrapped my lips around his thick cock. He looked nervous- he kept looking around the edges of the clearing- but he made no effort to stop me. The risk of getting caught only fueled my desire. In fact, the thought had me dripping wet. As I worked up and down his shaft, listening to his muffled moans, I struggled to prevent myself from escalating the situation. Could we really fuck right here in the open? Eventually, I got to the point where I couldn’t stop myself. I lifted myself off my muddy knees, dropped my pants down, and propped myself ass-up on the closest picnic table.
My boyfriend looked concerned but he couldn’t say no to the view I was presenting him. He grabbed my waist and easily slid into my sopping wet hole. He pounded into me deeply, forcing me to moan in competition with the roar of the rushing river. He always knows just what spots to hit and it drives me absolutely wild. It was cold, the light rain tickled our faces, and someone could walk in on us at any moment, but at that moment, neither of us cared.
My boyfriend picked up the pace, grunting with a low, primal growl. We were no longer checking the clearing or holding back in the slightest. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me back to my knees in front of his throbbing dick. Streams of his warm cum fell down onto my face and hair. I licked up what I could and tried to rub away the rest. Since we didn’t bring any towels, I couldn’t clean myself off very thoroughly. I’m sure I walked the whole way back with a few remnants of our little adventure in my hair. I wonder if anyone noticed…
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