*Planning to make this a long form post as a series. I typically improvise role play narrative while in bed but this is my first time writing it down. This is the beginning part of a story I invented in bed with a girl last night. Very open to constructive feedback. I find my ability to write and create interesting descriptions is much better while in bed, I’d be interested in hearing from anyone who feels the same about how the have tried to harness that creativity outside of the bedroom.*
Two strangers meet on a mountainside in the Pyrenees in late spring, she the girl from just nearby, he the englishman abroad. Both looking to get away from the world, reconnect with nature and the present. As she reaches a connecting path she sees him there enjoying the view preparing his lunch. As she approaches him she takes the opportunity to check him out a little while he’s facing the other way. He’s kind of her type, she notes to herself in her dreamy mountainside temperament.
As she reaches him she says hola and they laugh and switch to english after a couple of broken spanish pleasantries. They talk a little, but not too much, both soaking up the gorgeous sun. It turns out they’re both heading the same direction, and are walking a similar route for the week. She catches him glancing at her cleavage but she doesn’t say anything, just enjoying the attention. She offers him some of her fruit, and when he comes over she sees his formed chest exposed under his unbuttoned shirt. She stares a little, and he notices. He has a quiet confidence about him that seems to draw her in. He crouches down beside her to take a grape, and comments on her shorts as he does so. She knows she has him. She asks what he likes about them, and he laughs gently, smiling back to tell her actually he doesn’t care about the shorts, but she has fantastic legs. Their eyes fixated on one another, he leans in to kiss her, but she makes him work for it. She holds back, letting the tension build, inviting him to come to her.
As their lips interlock, he reaches his hand behind her head with his fingers running through her hair. It starts as a slow hesitant moment, and builds gradually into an intense lust. He feels her hands on his chest, and his breath becoming deeper and stronger. He pulls her close with one hand on her waist, and the other behind her neck as she remains sitting there, his body beginning to tower over hers.
He draws back and they sit together as she takes off his shirt, and his lips begin to explore her upper body, starting with her neck, her arms, pulling up her t-shirt. A rhythm takes over, as their bodies start to work on their own accord, with no conscious thought guiding them. He takes off her bra and starts to play with her nipples, first with his lips, his tongue, and finally his teeth as he bites her gently, then harder. He feels her hands undoing his shorts, and her mind is racing as she feels his hard penis through his clothes.
The intense peace and presence overwhelms them. They are thousands of meters up in the mountains, alone on this hillside, completely cut off from the world. Nothing of their normal lives is there with them in this moment, and the physical lust and sensation takes over powerfully. She takes off his shorts, and he takes off hers. He uses his teeth to play with her underwear, teasing the elastic, starting into her eyes, drawing on her lust and anticipation. A great sense of power enters him, as slight movements of his tongue and lips send shudders of pleasure through her body. As she lies there naked now, he kisses her thighs, runs his lips up between her legs, and teases her clit. Kissing it gently at first, just lightly suggesting what’s yet to come, feeling her body rise and fall as she breathes.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hhwqyw/deep_in_the_valley_part_1