There’s nothing like the great outdoors. The fresh air, the smell of pine and cedar, the sound of waves crashing on the beach punctuated by the occasional moan of pleasure…
I’ll back up.
I was in a long term relationship when the Tinder boom started. By the time I got out of said relationship, the ins and outs of online dating had passed me by to the point that I rarely even felt like trying. About a year ago, a friend of mine finally convinced me to give it a shot. Reluctantly I created a profile (BrumeAgricole, 34, 2 Miles Away, hiking, skateboarding, my dog, guitar, beer, bla bla bla) and set about swiping left and right.
After a few days of inane chat I matched with a petite brunette named Sara who seemed to have some similar interests (hiking, her dog, beer, bla bla bla) and lived in the same town. We agreed to meet out at the coast for a hike a few days later to see if those interests actually held up in person.
I work for myself and Sara was in the service industry so we decided to meet on a Wednesday at 11AM at a relatively out of the way hiking spot where I often take my blue heeler for runs. Even though it was well into spring, the air was still crisp and chilly but the sun was shining high overhead. I waited in the parking lot next to my old pickup truck.
To paint a picture, I’m 6’4″, curly brown hair, well trimmed beard, tattoos, in good shape but also like beer, wearing your traditional Pacific Northwest Dude Outfit of hiking boots, jeans, band t-shirt and flannel. Sara showed up a few minutes later in one of those fuel-efficient coupes, the tires crunching on the gravel of the parking lot.
As she stepped out, she gave a quick flip of her long, black hair. It cascaded down her shoulders and over the puffy vest she was wearing. Sara was latina, about 5’5” with toned legs in yoga pants and an ass that I couldn’t help but stare at as she closed the door to her car. Being almost a foot taller than her, I bent down to give her a hug and we said hello. She had dark brown eyes and smelled like jasmine.
The trail wasn’t particularly strenuous, we chatted about life and work and family as we twisted along the coastal path, pausing here and there to take in a view of the ocean. Normally the trail was fairly secluded and unused, but since it was Wednesday morning we were the only people around. At one point the trail narrowed and we had to walk single file. Being a gentleman I let Sara go first. This also afforded me the opportunity to unabashedly stare at her phenomenal ass as it slowly swayed to the tempo of our walk.
She caught me. Turning to look over her shoulder, I got nailed, dead to rights, scoping out her ass. She smiled and said, “Enjoying the view?”
I stammered a bit, “The…uh…yeah, the ocean…”
“Uh huh.” She said. She didn’t believe me.
A little further down the trail we came to a fork, to the right was a path leading down to a beach where a few folks were enjoying themselves, playing with dogs, setting up picnics. To the left was a small, sheltered promontory covered with several copses of cypress that jutted out into the ocean. I grabbed Sara by the hand and led her to the left, through a narrow pass and out onto a flat, secluded grassy area surrounded by trees.
At this point, dear reader, I was formulating my plan. It may shock you to know that I hadn’t led Sara to this ruggedly beautiful area away from prying eyes just to look at the scenery. Far from it. I had more nefarious ideas….
Pause for dramatic effect.
I was going to kiss her.
You heard it here first, folks, your boy was going in for the coup de grace. We sat on a small boulder, I naturally, nonchalantly put my arm around her shoulder as we looked out at the sun glittering on the offshore rollers. Leaning her head into my chest (remember, I’m a foot taller than her) she let out a short, contented sigh and I knew my target was in sight. I bent down, looking into her dark eyes, and kissed her. She melted into the kiss, letting me push my tongue past her lips and into her mouth.
Honestly it was a little awkward, kissing sideways on that rock, especially with our height difference. I shifted a little bit and as I did, Sara gracefully swung her leg over mine so she was sitting, facing me, on my lap. We started to make out in earnest, Sara grinding herself lightly onto my lap as she grabbed my face and kissed me deep. I felt myself hardening as she pressed herself against me, which in turn, elicited a soft moan from Sara.
Running my hands over that magnificent ass of hers, I hooked my thumbs in the top of her yoga pants and pulled her close to me as I rubbed my stiffening cock against her. She whimpered again and pulled away from me. Unzipping her puffy vest I saw that she was only wearing a sports bra underneath. I ran my hands over her bra and pulled it up, letting her tits fall free. It was honestly a pleasant surprise as they were /r/biggerthanyouthought. I ran my tongue over one of her brown nipples and she squeezed my cock through my jeans before fumbling with my belt buckle.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked in a low, husky voice.
Having no idea that my dick was going to be getting some firsthand contact with the ocean air when I left the house this morning, I, sadly, did not have one and told her so. She groaned, frustrated as she pulled out my thick shaft.
Shifting over again, she got on her knees on the boulder so she was level with me, “Well this will have to do for now,” she said, smiling as she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I let out an almost involuntary groan as she swirled her tongue around, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Another pleasant surprise. I’m no slouch in the cock department, a solid 7.5” with what has been described to me as “very nice” girth, but Sara quickly took almost my entire shaft into her throat.
Running one hand over her back, I worked my way into her yoga pants and running a finger down her soaked panties from the back side. With my other hand, I worked my fingers into that silky black hair, grabbing gently but firmly as she moved her mouth up and down on my rod. “Fuck,” she said, coming up for air as I pushed my finger past her panties and over her clit brushing it several times before sliding into her wet pussy. She wriggled that amazing ass a bit and slid her yoga pants down over her ass.
The tide was coming in, the waves crashing louder on the rocks below the promontory. The sun had reached its peak and I was getting one of the best blowjobs of my life. Increasing the pace, I started to fuck her pussy with my fingers, rubbing her clit and then delving back inside to curl over her g spot. She groaned and licked up and down my shaft, working it with one of her hands as she kept the head in her mouth.
For a moment I wondered if the people down on the beach could hear us as her moans grew louder and louder around my cock as I fingered her. As the intensity heightened, she pulled her mouth off my cock and said, “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” before letting out a moan and leaning back over my hard dick.
Who am I to disappoint? I fucked her harder with my finger, sticking a second one in her pussy as I felt my own orgasm starting to build. Her moans were crescendoing, I wove my fingers through her hair again as my balls started to tighten, pushing her head down on my cock faster and faster. Suddenly she groaned around my cock, whimpering as her pussy clamped around my fingers and her fine ass jiggled as her climax rolled through her in several waves.
If getting deepthroated by a fine-ass Latina wasn’t enough for me, this sent me over the edge. I blew my load into her mouth, rope after rope of sticky cum shooting down her throat. She coughed at the amount of cum and several sticky white lines shot back out of her mouth and down my cock. I groaned, “Holy shit,” certainly loud enough for anyone close by to hear as my orgasm began to subside. Sara licked the rest of the cum that she hadn’t been able to swallow off of my cock, making small contented noises as I pulled my fingers out of her drenched pussy.
After we rearranged our clothing and composed ourselves, we sat for a while, looking out at the ocean as the breakers crashed rhythmically over the rocks below. I sure do love the great outdoors.
*PS: If any ladies want to chat, feel free to slide into the ol’ DMs.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eci4fp/deepthroated_by_a_sexy_latina_in_the_great
Nice. Did you hook up with her again?