Becca and I met while working for a now bankrupt company. We chatted at office parties and I felt there was chemistry, but I’ve never been the work-fling type. She was an introverted and unconventionally attractive girl from a small town upstate who was really into hikes, farms, animals and things like that. We clicked over old music, mostly, and random things. I had fantasized about pulling her by her brown hair and clapping her thick thighs to some Sade a few times, but never made a pass.
After the company went broke, I figured I’d ask her out to see a jazz band we both liked. She was down. After the show, we had a few drinks and I told her I’d been meaning to ask her out for awhile now and that I had always found her attractive. She blushed, but shortly after that she told me she had this “other thing” she had to go to. I told her we should go out again another time but didn’t make much of it because I wasn’t sure she was interested. I was heavily into dating apps at the time and was used to the dating lottery.
A few months passed and I was going steady with a girl I’d met. Becca slid into my DMs and told me she’d like to catch another show sometime. I said that sounded great but didn’t really follow through. She kept commenting on my posts and occasionally complimenting me on random things. This went on for awhile.
More time passed by, I’m single again, and we’re all locked up because of the virus. We hadn’t talked in a while, but when I saw she was quarantined in her town I texted her to tell her how envious I was that she was out in nature and I was still locked up in the city. After some banter, she told me there was room for me in town if I dared to take the train up there. We could catch up, she’d show me around the woods, and maybe camp out.
I figured I’d take the risk. She met me at the train station the next day, carrying a big backpack. “Ready to camp out?” she said, showing me a perfect weather forecast on her phone. I was excited to see how happy she seemed to see me and I could feel the sexual tension between us. Her body language was clear, plus we had all been locked up for weeks.
We hiked, caught up, settled on top of a beach towel, and I turned on some music on the speakers I brought after lighting a quick campfire. The place was beautiful and we had a view overlooking the mountains. We were all alone.
She took out a bottle of wine and a big fat joint. “Damn, you planned well,” I said. I poured us some wine in plastic cups and she immediately asked me why I hadn’t followed up with her that one time. I told her I had started to see someone else at the time. She didn’t say anything and just lit up the joint. We both took a few good puffs and soaked up the magic hour lights of a Spring afternoon in the mountains.
She hadn’t said anything and came back to the subject after we were both feeling buzzed. “Well, I wanted to fuck you so badly that day,” she said bluntly. Here I was, high, up in the woods, with this cute country girl I hadn’t seen in a year, sitting beside me, shooting me an inviting look through her horn-rimmed glasses. “But you’d rather do it in the woods,” I replied. She grinned and took a peek at my crotch. I was hard already.
The heat of the campfire felt dull after I touched her body. I grabbed her by the waist as she smacked her plump lips against mine. I made my way to her bosom and rubbed my thumbs against her nipples, then gently pinched them. She bit my lip, moaned, and finished unbuttoning her shirt. I used those few seconds to change the music and play some Sade. She’s a few years younger than me, but we’re both 90s kids.
She started grinding on top of me with her jeans on as she took my t-shirt off. She laughed at the thirsty look I had while I watched her pink aureoles bounce on top of me. “You like my tits,” she said happily. “I love dirty talk,” I shot back.
I threw my hands down her pants and grabbed as much of her ass as I could, pulling her into me for a kiss. I took advantage of her position, on all fours on top of me, to extend my arm deeper into her pants. My middle finger lightly tapped her moist, unshaven pussy from the back. She was short and I could reach it.
At this point we were high as kites and every little touch felt like an explosion of pleasure, so I started scratching her, scratching her inner thighs despite the resistance from her pants. She went crazy and fumbled to take them off as the back of my hand sticked to her wet panties. Once they were loose she laid flat on top of me and moaned in my ear softly while I played with her mound and scratched through her pubic hair, occasionally dipping a finger inside to tease her.
After a few minutes of moans, bird chirps, and the sound of the wind, she gave me a slow kiss on the lips and then a slow kiss on my chest, and then a slow kiss on my belly, and then a slow kiss at the start of my pelvis as she dragged my pants out. “I knew it,” she said playfully, and grabbed my throbbing cock tightly, kissing the tip with fast giddy lip smacks.
She began to worship me. She took a long full-tongued lick across my shaft and then tried to fit me inside her mouth. A few slurps and a few licks and she began to settle on my balls. She took a liking for them, “Mmm, so smooth.” I had shaved. She licked and kissed them sloppily until her saliva was dripping all the way to my ass. She then took a quick lick at my perineum as if to clean up and asked me if I liked that. “Of course,” I said, and she giggled before scratching my thighs with her long fingernails as if to gently pushing them back. She slowly rolled her tongue in circles around my ass for a few ecstatic minutes, gently licking up all the way to my shaft and scratching me all around while doing that.
Then she turned around so I could worship her. She placed her ass right in front of my face as she continued to play with my shaft, now from the front side. I had this feast right in front of me and I didn’t waist time. I took long sloppy licks from her clit to her ass and slapped her cheeks red. Then I sucked on her labia and swirled my tongue inside, kissing her clit gently from time to time. In that moment, her vulva was a fruit to me. She moaned and writhed and licked my tip as the sun began to set on the mountains.
Before dark we were both butt naked in the middle of the woods, fucking like animals with the heat of our bodies and a campfire to keep us warm. I had her on all fours and pulled her hair just like my fantasy. I filled her up from behind and asked her if she could feel the smack of my balls against her. “Keep it coming, perro” she said in broken Spanish, with mispronounced double-r’s. I had taught her the word for “dog” at some point when we worked together. She remembered.
We spent the night having the raunchiest, most animal-like sex I’ve had in a while. I’ll remember that.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fxe3pv/a_raunchy_quarantine_in_the_woods_mf