[FM] Creampied [F21] by my boyfriend [M23] on a hiking trail

Happy to finally be posting on this subreddit after being a long-time reader. For some brief context, I was a virgin before I met my current boyfriend (Wes, name changed) and over the past year or so we’ve been going through a list of things we want to try together. Posting on this sub was one of the things on the list, so here I am (with Wes as my humble editor, lol).

Last month, Wes and I moved in together for the summer (his roommates all left indefinitely due to the pandemic) after social distancing for a while. For anyone who has been distancing from their s/o for all of the pandemic, major props to you, truly. It’s shitty.

Even just being apart for two months was painful; as nice as Skype sex can be, it only compounded the anticipation I was feeling. I had never felt so desperate to be fucked. There’s not a more delicate way to put it: I was constantly imagining the exact way Wes fit into me and how I wanted to worship his cock to make sure he understood how much I missed it. I can hardly consider myself a slut given my sexual history, but I at least wanted to be *his* slut—in my deeply aroused imagination, he was in me for hours, oscillating from slow and considerate to raw and animalistic. I was always his to use, and he was always mine.

I imagined what it would feel like when he could finally release in me so that I could still feel his warmth, even after he slid out of me. Side note, because I have an iud and we’re both clean (and willing to risk the tiny leftover percentage), Wes comes in me as often as he can. There’s nothing quite like sitting on him cowgirl as he fills me up and, while the sensations are more intense, watching the open-mouthed, hazy look on his face as he thrusts his drained cock gently up into my wet pussy.

Aaanyhow, I’ve been previously hesitant to risk public sex, but with all of this pent-up desire, it seemed more safe and logical than before. Really, it reduced us to horned-up teenagers. We’d talked about him fucking me against a tree a while back, so I knew when we decided to go on a hike after reuniting that it was on the table.

To give you a sense of our looks, we’re both slim and tall with darker hair and… I’ll leave you to fill in the rest of the details as you like.

On the trail we chose, there were more people because of the gorgeous (and hot) weather, which did give me pause. Innocently enough, to cool down halfway through our hike, I took off the shirt I was wearing and continued walking in my sports bra. Every now and then, Wes turned around and played with my tits, soon asking me to lift my bra up and keep my tits out.

My nipples are super sensitive in a way that makes me feel like I’m being overly dramatic when they’re touched, but I genuinely can’t help gasping. My mind goes completely blank, too, so whatever conversation we were having leaves me. My brain kept getting refried whenever Wes stopped to pinch my nipples or flick them with his tongue, and all I could think about was him stopping in his tracks, bending me over, and fucking me in broad daylight. The idea that someone could happen across me when I was exposed or us when we were making out and his hands were on my breasts also made me increasingly wet.

Eventually, we end up on the top of a small wooded hill overlooking a pond that’s on the major trail we were on. I only realize I’d stopped thinking about sex when Wes turns to me and asks me if I’d give him head. The answer to me is obvious—I’d give him whatever he needs because it’s what I need, too—so I nod, and by the time I’m done kissing him, he’s taken out his cock. I quickly get to my knees in the dirt and lick slowly along the shaft to wet it, pausing to look up at him, then take him in my mouth, salivating after how long I’d wanted to do this.

I tell him to take his pants off, and he hesitates but obliges. If anyone is near and quiet enough, I know we’d have no time to recover. Those thoughts melt away with how happy I am to be tasting him, to be seeing him lose his composure as I bob up and down on his hard cock.

Then we hear a couple of older women talking and freeze. I keep holding onto his hips, the head of his dick in my mouth as we wait to hear more. Once we figure out they aren’t actually close, Wes slowly pumps into my mouth, and I continue to suck him off.

When I pause for a break and look up at him, melting a bit at his serious expression, he tells me to bend over.

I pull down my jeans and do as he says, my hands pressed into the ground, and Wes slides his cock into me. God, I’m lightly rubbing myself through my pants just thinking about all of this. He’s gentle at first, just enjoying how wet I’d gotten, and then begins to pound into me. Disrupting the stillness of the forest are the wet sounds of my pussy wrapped around his cock, his hips slapping against my ass as he buries himself fully in me. I’m normally quite, well, expressive, so being quiet is a challenge. My moans come out more like whimpers, and as I obediently take his cock I wish I could tell him to fuck his little slut harder.

Without having to ask, though, Wes’ pace quickens, and I struggle to keep my balance. The sounds of nature have completely faded away at this point; it’s just the two of us. After a while, his breathing intensifies and his hands grip my hips tighter as he thrusts once, slowly, and again, and a final time, and I feel that familiar pour of warmth in me as he fills me up with his cum. As I straighten (a bit shakily), he pulls me closer to him from behind, his hot breath on my neck, and asks if I enjoyed it.

I’m a little overwhelmed and still very aroused, so all I can manage to do is say God yes and turn to kiss him.

Remembering himself, Wes did his pants back up. We realized we had no tissues, so I had to let his cum gradually leak out into my underwear over the rest of the hike and sit in it on the car ride home. Admittedly, I liked the constant reminder of what we’d done. (Yes, I did pee as soon as I could bc utis are no fun. Stay safe y’all.)

Oh and a couple minutes later into our walk, we encountered a family, and a few more people after that, and I each time I felt that little thrill of oh-no-fuck-that-was-close mixed with helllll-yeah-we’re-lucky. Definitely want to do it again though.

Let me know what you think! We’ll both be reading the comments :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hgikzc/fm_creampied_f21_by_my_boyfriend_m23_on_a_hiking