Fucking in the Forest – a better work out than hiking [MF]

When you meet a guy, he makes you laugh, and somehow convinces you to fuck, in a forest, in winter…

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Let’s call him Sam. We were the same age, and he… well, he made me grin. It helped that he had the best body I have EVER seen. Dirty blonde hair, tall enough to stand head and shoulders above me, trimmed beard, biceps that I had to use two hands to get my hands around, and the cutest butt that you just want to bite. He was the kind of guy that looked best in a shirt, just tight enough for the buttons to strain over the muscles. In short, a total dreamboat and one that I was pretty darn chuffed was actually into me.

Sam and I shared a love of hiking. Well, perhaps love is a strong word… He loved it; I enjoyed the views and the pub stops in the middle of them. We’d been flirting for a while, when he suggested going on a hike together. When he suggested a cheeky forest fuck as part of the hike, I assumed he was joking. Nevertheless, I agreed, because – hey, I’m an exhibitionist. Worst comes to worst, I would’ve had a good hike and a decent lunch with a mate.

So, we took the hike slowly to start with. I did notice that he’d chosen a fairly quiet trail, but…hey, it was November: who hikes then?! Even though it was a sunny day, it was definitely winter: the kind of day where you can see your breath but you still feel warm. Needless to say, there was no-one else around. He looked to the right, away from the path, grinned at me, and asked me if I was up for a challenge. I was quizzical for about three seconds, before he started scrambling up a muddy ridge with ease. It was easy for him: he had far longer legs, and all of the muscles helped. Me? I’m lacking (then and now!) in both of those areas. But, I’m not one to back down on a challenge, so I gritted my teeth and started to climb behind him. Of course, I fell flat on my arse – much to his entertainment – but at least he was a gentleman and helped me up the last bit.

Just as I was beginning to question whether or not this hike was a good idea, he pulled me towards him. Pulled me close to his chest and kissed me, his arm circling my waist, my hands on his biceps, his other hand in my hair. It felt good. So good that I forgot that I’d have to scramble back down that ridge later. When we broke apart, we checked around and realised that the spot was really secluded. We looked at each other – me shyly, him teasingly – and there was this tiny fractional pause where we both knew exactly what was going to happen…

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We were standing up, kissing: his hands were running over my ass, under my top, reaching up to grab my tits and my breath was starting to hitch already. He pulled my coat off as my hands were running down his chest and over his trousers. He was hard already, which only made me more desperate to touch him. We broke apart, and he grabbed his backpack and pulled out a waterproof picnic blanket. I grinned, stood in front of him, and pulled off my top, so that I was standing before him, wearing black leggings and a sports bra…one that just happened to unzip from the front. He groaned, pulled me towards him, and started to unzip. Slowly at first, teasingly, centimetre by centimetre. Finally, it was open and my DD tits were free and exposed to the elements. Sam let a low whistle of appreciation, before going to town on my nipples. Squeezing, pulling, kissing down my neck and then biting them – softly at first, and then harder and firmer. At that, I threw my head back, giving into the sensations. My fingers were in his hair, pulling him closer to me; it just felt so fucking good that I couldn’t help but start to moan… And next thing I know, he’s pulled me onto my back on the blanket under him.

Kneeling between my thighs, he pulled his t-shirt off – pausing to give me the full effect of those incredible biceps – and crawled up onto me. Kissing again, ravenously. His hands were in my hair, my nails running down his back, and I could feel his cock through his jeans. That hardness pushing into me sent all blood rushing straight to my clit. Soaking, I put my legs round his waist and pulled him closer.

With that, he sat back up, flashed a wicked grin and – without a word or a warning – pulled off my leggings and panties in one swift movement. I realised that I was there, on the blanket, to all intents and purposes spread-eagled, butt naked…in the middle of the forest in winter. I think he saw the thought flit across my face, because he laughed and gave some exceptionally cheesy line about helping to warm me up. Before I could come back with any kind of pithy retort, he moved between my thighs, grabbed my arse and pulled my pelvis upwards. His tongue…oh my. Even now, just the thought of it gets me wet. He started with a little dart, over my clit. At my intake of breath, he squeezed my arse and started to tease more. Flicking, licking, sucking… He wouldn’t let me up until I was writhing and moaning and shaking, and then he started using his fingers too. Just one to start with, then two, then three. I could feel myself starting to lose control, as he started to go quicker and quicker, all the while flicking his tongue. Grabbing my shirt to stifle my moans, I tried to keep quiet, but couldn’t help how loudly I came, pulse after pulse of orgasm flowing through me.

Smirking, he sat back on his haunches to grab a condom. I sat up in front of him, and began teasing him with my hands, running them over his cock and his balls. He began to groan a little, so I looked up at him, all wide eyed and innocent, and then put his cock between my tits, slowly rubbing them up and down his shaft while he looked down at me. I let him watch that for a little while, but I couldn’t resist for long. Bending down, I began to tease him with my mouth. Running my tongue over the tip, sucking gently, swirling, then right down the shaft and up again. I love sucking cock…and I love the reaction I get. Feeling him get harder in my mouth, seeing him getting more desperate to fuck me – it was so hot.

He pulled me off him by my hair, pushed me back down onto the blanket, put a condom on and thrust straight into me. I was so wet that, despite how big his cock was, he just slid in and I couldn’t control the moans at how much he filled me up. He grabbed my leg and hooked it over his shoulder, then fucked me, hard. His free hand began to twist and pull at my nipples, which drives me wild at the best of times. I put my fingers on my clit and started to rub as he pounded me. The sight of me teasing my own clit made him pick up the pace even more. Not even the sound of quad bikes in the distance could stop my moans as I came again, arching my back and shaking. The feeling sent him over the edge, and he came then too, gripping my leg and pinching my nipple.

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ROUND TWO? Round two.

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We were lying on the picnic blanket, my head on his bicep, my leg wrapped over him. He caressed my back lightly while we both caught our breath. We lay for a little while like that; then he turned to look at me, at our – very open – surroundings and laughed. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere, running over my torso, a little twist on the nipples, running down my side, over my ass, down the outside of my thigh. I don’t need much encouragement: I wiggled closer to him and start kissing more, pushing my tits into his chest and running my hand down his abs to lightly tease his balls.

At that, he pushed me back down, hitched my leg up further and started to tease me from behind with his fingers. Big long strokes all the way from my arse to my clit, which drove me wild. So, there I was, pinned against him, basically humping his hand because it felt so good, with my head thrown back so he can kiss and bite my throat. I pulled at his wrist, shameless, needing more…and at that he told me to get on my knees and bend over. I didn’t need telling twice.

I got into position – back arched, legs spread, and waited. And, boy, did he make me wait. His hands running from my arse, down my back and up again. Teasing my lips from behind. I kept pushing back into him, which I knew he was getting off on, but I just couldn’t help it. Finally – after what felt like forever – I heard that familiar rip of foil for the condom and sighed happily, expected to feel his cock. Instead, I got his tongue buried in my arsehole and his fingers strumming my clit. I’ve never arched my back that quickly. My God. It felt SO fucking incredible. His tongue, everywhere, his fingers playing me and I was already shaking.

He pulled back, bringing me right to the edge and stopping, gave me a slap on the arse and held my hips steady before thrusting into me, hard. He told me then that I’m the wettest girl he’s ever been with… As he grabbed my arse cheek with one hand and my hip with the other and just pounded me. I ended up gripping onto the end of the blanket, before stuffing my discarded shirt into my mouth to muffle my moans with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. His hand was tangled in my hair, pushing me further into the blanket, and I just lost it. Wave upon wave of orgasm just flowed through me and I was loud. Porn star loud. I couldn’t help it. That sent him over the edge again too. Ripping the condom off, he laid back down next to me, panting. Once we had caught our breath and I had regained my ability to speak, we got dressed and carried on our way. That wasn’t my only hike with Sam, and not my only outdoor fuck by far, but it definitely sticks out in my mind as one of my favourites!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/au0ml7/fucking_in_the_forest_a_better_work_out_than