I [F]ucked the [M]an from next door in the woods

Disclaimer – There is an age gap of ~20 years with 21F and ~40 male. It’s also long at ~2500 words. This is also my second time writing my experiences down; so any constructive criticism is also welcome.

I have always been a relatively quiet and reserved girl; a typical introvert. Keeping my head down, not a massive party animal and don’t have crazy adventures. Truthfully, my life looks totally dull. I studied hard at university (college for the Americans reading this) and started a graduate scheme after graduation. A boyfriend here and there but nobody interesting. To quote one of my friends (who I’m pretty sure was quoting a tv show) – ‘if you were a spice you would be flour’.

Publicly I do and say all the right things; work hard, spend plenty of time with friends and family, talk about careers and buying houses – all the usual things people expect. Under the surface I have a little secret, I love sex. Specifically; with older men. I try to keep this side of my life hidden; both for the thrill and because it could ruin my reputation, as a result I only get to indulge myself occasionally. I’m not a model, at 5’4”, size 10 (not stick thin), 34d with lighter brown hair and matching brown eyes, I can scrub up well with effort.

I attended university away from home. For the first year I lived in halls of residence; unmistakeably some of the worst accommodation in the western world. I moved in with a group of friends in the second and third year. Student housing is usually low standard but this was nice and in a respectable area. We were a close group and on the whole very sociable; both within the group and with the neighbours around us.

Having lived there for almost six months I had personally never met many of our neighbours. One day we were having a house party, true to form I was the Mum of the party, drinking sparingly and looking after the other drunken messes. Sometime around midnight there was a loud knock at the door, assuming it was some late-comers I went to let them in. A large built man; around age 40, 6’2” with a bald head and neatly trimmed beard greeted me – I knew straight away he wasn’t likely here to party. Having had a few drinks my inhibitions were lowered and I allowed myself to check him out for longer than I should. Long enough for him to notice. By the time I met his gaze a cheeky grin had crossed his lips, I’m not sure if he was making any effort to hide it. “Hi, I’m from next door, can you keep it down – I got work tomorrow.” Sounding highly unimpressed with us. I can’t remember exactly what I said next but it was a short conversation before I headed back in and tamed the party. Of course this was met with accusations of me being a buzz-kill.

The following afternoon I went and bought a case of beer using what little money I had left before the next lot of student loans came in. After getting home I waited until I saw his car outside. Feeling the need to apologise I walked over, knocked on his door, and waited for a response. A small child opened the door and looked up at me, “Is your Daddy in?” I asked them. “Yup!” came the reply, a swift nod of the head and they were off, soon to be replaced by that familiar face. He was even more hansom in the light.

“Hey!” I spat out nervously. “Hello.” He subtly looked me up and down, probably figuring out what I was doing there. “What can I help with?”. I lifted up the heavy case of beer to show him, “I wanted to apologise for being loud last night; things got out of hand and I’m sorry to keep you awake.” I caught myself smiling a little too much at him. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I was tired and grumpy. You can keep me up any time you want!” his cheeky smile making me blush slightly. I couldn’t help myself, I knew it was suggestive but he was attractive, “You should be careful, I might hold you to that.” He chuckled a little, “You can put the beer down there.” He pointed to an empty space in his porch. “Such a gentleman making me do all the hard work!” I teased as I bent over to place it down. I just knew he was looking at my bum as I did. “The way I like it!” he leaned against the door. I straightened myself up, stepped outside of the door and said, “Ok, if we’re square I’ll go, I’ve got to throw another party to keep you up again tonight!” I began to turn to walk away before he got in his last sentence I didn’t quite hear, but it was something along the lines of “If you keep me up again tonight you’ll need more than beer to make it up.”. To avoid risking him saying it again loudly I smiled over my shoulder and strutted away.

My heart was racing by the time I was in my room, I was buzzing with excitement from a simple flirty conversation with my neighbour. Over the next year or so we got to know each other quite well, our conversations were always overly flirty, borderline sexual on occasion, when we were alone, and strait-laced in company. I always knew in the back of my mind that I wanted more than talk. Towards the end of my time there it was spring, and a warm one at that, he kept gardening in just a pair of shorts, he got in much better shape over the time I knew him – now sporting large muscles thinly veiled by the last bit of excess weight. He looked perfect; I developed an almost unhealthy habit of watching him. On one occasion he wore shorts tight enough to see the outline of his package I started to play with myself; it was that moment I knew I had to have him. No matter what his wife would say.

By the last month I was there I had grown to know his routine, every evening he took the dog for a walk, crucially, on his own. I happen to be a big fan of forests so one day I said to him that I was going for an ‘evening stroll’ in a local spot. I knew the area well and knew that even in the summer it was remote enough that nobody would go there. I was nervously hoping he would get the hint, especially when I described how quiet and remote it was despite being so close. I even gave a time. He acted totally ambivalent. I decided not to get my hopes up, I would still go for a walk if he didn’t show and it was still possible he was just being friendly and oblivious. He was a man after all and I was just a hopeful little girl. The biggest shame would be all my shaving, waxing and preparation would go to waste.

Arriving a little early I sat waiting in my car, thinking of him filled me with excitement, I found a familiar feeling of blood pulsing through me. I contemplated that I was working myself up too much, I didn’t even know for sure what he thought. Still, I moved my loose summer skirt up and subtly stroked myself, looking over the empty carpark.

About 10 minutes after the time I said I would be here his car pulled in; I found myself grinning from ear to ear. Pushing that initial happiness down I checked myself in the mirror, arranging my bra to the perfect position under my white tank top, got out and walked round to my boot (trunk for Americans) and pretended to look around for something. I looked into his car, no dog? He got out and headed over. “Hello!” he waved, “Lucky I knew this place, otherwise I wouldn’t have found it. These woods are a maze.” I looked at him in his smart suit trousers, shirt and shiny shoes feeling excited. I said “They are alright if you know them, I know all the back trails around here.” I closed my boot. “I’d like to see your back trails.” He quipped and winked. “You didn’t bring Lolly?” I asked. “No I told my wife she looked too tired after she spent all day overheating in the sun.” “Smart!” I replied absent minded. “If you want to pet something I got an idea though?” he looked pleased with himself. I couldn’t stop smiling as I started to walk away from him talking, gesturing for him to follow me “What are your thoughts on petting kitties?”. His grin too wide to allow him to reply; we made eye contact- confirming we both knew what we were here for.

Walking in awkward near silence for a few minutes the sexual tension was palpable. In no time we arrived at a secluded picnic area, once popular it was now overgrown and forgotten; the perfect place. “Are you hungry?” I said cheekily, sitting on one of the disused picnic tables. “I could eat.” He said nervously. I spread my legs apart, displaying to him the thin pink thong barely covering me. I checked his crotch to see a growing lump, “Then why don’t you take a seat at the table?” he sat between my legs. Using his hands he pushed them further apart; leaning his head in and taking a deep breath, “Smells sooo sweet!” he kissed my inner thigh sending a jolt of electricity through me. Another kiss, then another, working his way closer to my special area. I felt a finger massage my swollen lips; I couldn’t feel the fabric between them, he must have pulled them aside. His soft caressing slowly changed to massage as he kissed all around my most intimate area. I was desperate to feel him in me.

Finally! I felt his tongue. Up and down my lips, every time swirling his tongue over my engorged hood. At some point he started massaging my g-spot, he hit it perfectly. I could feel my wetness covering him, every move he made sending me deeper and deeper into a pit of pleasure until finally; crash! Like a wave. I was orgasming with him knuckle deep in me sucking hard on my clit. A loud moan escaped my lips, my attempts to keep quiet were pointless as I gave in to the pleasure.

“I think you need to fuck me!” I found myself demanding, totally on autopilot. He stood up, cock pressing hard against his zipper, desperate to be free. I slid down to the bench, watching him unzip himself, springing into my face I leaned forward to greet it. Using my tongue as a guide I sucked his thick head into my mouth. His circumcised cock must have been around 6” and decently girthy. I could taste his precum spreading over my tongue as I slid him deep into my throat and began working his shaft up and down, controlling my gag reflex like I’d practised many times. “Oh you slut… stop sucking and lay on the table I’m fucking your cunt.” His large masculine hand pulled my head off, I wasn’t ready to stop. I jumped back up, instead of laying back on the table he turned me around and bent me over.

“Since I should be walking the dog, I’ma fuck you doggy! Mmm look at that peachy round ass!” he pressed himself hard into me in a smooth motion, using his hands to steady my hips. I felt electric as his tasty cock starts working on me; heavy hips pressing into me, my quiet moans knocked out with the air in my lungs. Our breathing synchronised as he used me, my juices flowed over his cock, every thrust accompanied by a chorus of deep moans and my wetness. Hands still firmly grasping my waist, making sure I stayed put under his heavy weight barrelling into my small frame. I was in ecstasy.

I lost track of time, revelling in the feeling of his cock working my pussy. I squeezed him as hard as I could as he pulled out, trying to make him feel at least half the pleasure I was feeling – spurred on by a regular moan of “Fuck you’re tight!”.

Suddenly his rhythm changed, he became slower and more jerky, “Ah fuck I’m cuming!” he loudly declared, repeating himself a few times as he slowed his thrusts down. I felt him twitching as he pumped me full of his cum, eventually grinding to a gentle rubbing himself until he softened. All the time firmly holding me in place. A minute or so passed before he pulled out completely, spanking my bum as he did. I turned over, pulled my pant back across my opening and sat next to him. We caught our breath for a minute.

“Fuck that was good!” I was the first to break the silence. “I never heard you swear before?” he chuckled, “but fuck that WAS good. I haven’t fucked like that in years!” I watched as he put his soaked cock back in his trousers. “Really? Aren’t you married?” I asked. “Yup, she does it ‘cus she feels she has to. You did it ‘cus you wanted to – big difference.” “That’s really sad. Do you guys do it often?”. He pensively thought for a moment, “Honest? No, like every two months if I’m lucky, why else you think I’m here? Don’t get me bad this is only the second time I cheated in 20 years but I need more than she gives.” He thought more as I let his words sink in. “See I’m the bad one here, tempting a married man, it’s just the last year I couldn’t get it out of my head.”. He laughed, “Don’t feel bad I’m a cheating bastard! I…. wait… shit I just… I meant to pull out I’m…” a look of pure terror crossed his face.

Letting him stew for just a minute was amusing, but I couldn’t leave him that scared, “Don’t worry, I can’t have children, but that’s a story for another day.” He looked awkward, “Good, won’t ask about it. Right I only said I’d be gone half hour so I better move.” I waved him goodbye as he walked off towards the cars; I sat a moment longer before heading home satisfied with a good walk in the forest.

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