[MF] Fucked against a tree

I awake to the sound of a soft rain falling on our tent. I check to make sure it’s not getting in anywhere, then see that my sleeping bag has slid away from yours. I nestle back into a spooning postition, wiggling a little until my ass is right up against you and your chest is pressed against my back. Half asleep, you respond by throwing an arm over me and pulling me in tighter. Content, I fall asleep again.

The next time I wake up, your hand has snaked inside my sleeping bag to play with my nipple through my shirt and there’s a telltale bulge pressing against my ass. I smile, taking your hand and pulling it under my shirt for direct contact. Your hands are warm, I don’t know how you do that. I start to murmur happily but you shush me. Our friends are camping nearby. I roll over to face you and give you a long, hungry kiss. I slip my hand inside your sleeping bag and rub your dick over your pajama pants. I know my hands are too cold to go in yet. I tuck my hand between your legs to warm it up and lightly tickle your balls. You slide your hand down my stomach and into my pants, finding me already wet.

It’s about this time we simultaneously realize we’re both going to have to pee before anything more happens. Morning sex, right? We rearrange our clothes and shove our feet half into our shoes and unzip the tent. We camped near the restroom so I head that way while you walk into the trees. When we’re finished, instead of going back to the tent, I grab your hand and lead you along the path down towards the river.

The rain has let up to the point of barely sprinkles, so I push my hood back to look around. We’re in a forest of mostly aspens that have turned about half yellow, dotted with taller spruce. The path along the river is covered with wet leaves. It’s a gorgeous morning despite the rain and I love the sound of the rushing river.

Under the guise of exploring a little since it was dark when we got in last night, I lead you further away from our friends’ tent towards the neighboring unoccupied campsites. We’re walking along hand in hand, joking about bears, but I’m keeping my eyes out for a good spot. A picnic table catches my eye, but isn’t quite what I’m looking for.

I stop by a small cluster of aspens next to the path. I turn and stand on my tiptoes to kiss you, gently pushing you until your back is against one of the trees. You let me pin you against it for a moment before grabbing me by the waist and spinning so I’m the one pinned against the tree. You wind your hand into my hair, pulling back from the kiss and tugging it to turn my face up toward yours. I grin up at you.

“Is that what you wanted?” you tease, pushing me harder against the tree, knowing it was.

“Almost,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss your neck, running my hands up and down your arms and chest. You slide your hand up my shirt, making me gasp. Both our hands are cold now. I start to get you back by slipping my hands inside the waistband of your pants, but you take both my wrists in your free hand and raise them over my head, pinning me properly to the tree now. I moan into your ear.

“And what is it you want?” you demand, squeezing my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. I hope the sound of the river drowns it out for anyone nearby. I glance around one more time, then put my lips back to your ear.

“Fuck me,” I beg, arching my back to press into you. You move your hand down into my pants again and my eyes close when your finger finds my clit. You rub it in slow circles, teasing me until I’m squirming and trying to push myself into your hand the way I want it.

“Fuck you? Right here?” You pretend to be shocked. I’m not having it. I pull my hands free, grabbing your dick through your pants and stroking it up and down a few times to make sure you’re ready. I’m not disappointed so I let go, turn around, and brace my hands on the tree. I stick my ass out for you and I hear you make a hungry sound in your throat at the sight.

Your hand is still in my pants and you step up behind me so you can keep rubbing me. I feel your dick hard against my back. Your other hand grabs at my breast again, twisting and tugging on my nipple. This time your hands are doing exactly what I want and I’m close to coming. I’m gasping and trying to be quiet, but you growl in my ear, “Don’t stay quiet. Don’t let go of this tree. And don’t you dare come until I say you can.”

This of course sends me just about over the edge. “Please,” I moan softly. Your fingers move harder, faster, relentlessly. I start to twitch and tremble, moaning louder, but suddenly your hands are gone. A second later you’re yanking my pajama pants down around my knees, and I try to turn my head to watch you pull your dick out of your fly.

Then you’re inside me, your hands tight on my hips as you push in deep. I’m bent practically double, holding on to the tree for dear life and trying to thrust myself back against you. “Yes!” I gasp. “Pound me, hard, hard, harder….”

The thing about you is, you can keep going forever when we’re home in bed (to the point where it’s almost too much for me), but anytime we’re fucking outside, or semi in public, or something even a little thrilling or dangerous, you get so excited and you can’t hold it. And, to be fair, anytime I beg you to pound me or fuck me harder, you get close to losing it. I’m not complaining; I love it when you’re excited enough to come fast, and outdoor sex in the cold should be a quickie anyway, right?

So you reach around and find my clit again, I’m almost instantly back on the edge, I start moaning your name and telling you I need to come. You can’t torture me for long. “Come NOW!” you say suddenly, and I obey, exploding all at once, shaking and twitching and moaning and gasping. It feels so amazing, being fucked against this tree with raindrops still dripping from the leaves onto my bare skin.

I’m only about halfway through riding my orgasm when you grab my hair and pull out, but I react immediately. You always want to come in my mouth in these situations. No mess, no cleanup. I spin around and drop to my knees, sucking your dick into my mouth just in time to catch your cum. I swallow happily, one hand stroking your leg, but I sneak the other hand between my legs and just touch my clit lightly, holding your dick in my mouth while we both come down.

You pull me to my feet and we both get our pajamas back on, laughing together as we walk back up the trail. I slip back in the tent and change before anyone can notice my muddy knees, and we’re cooking breakfast together on the camp stove by the time anyone else even wakes up.

Morning sex, right? I just love getting fucked in the morning and spending the rest of the day with that delicious achy/tingly feeling between my legs while I try to interact with other people who have no idea. It’s like having a dirty secret. The beautiful forest, cool rain and rushing river only heighten this experience to combine it with the hotness of fucking out in the wild.

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