[*all my posts are long, so… skip to the *** for explicit stuff if you don’t like a slow tease*]
I got out of my car and walked toward him, heart pounding a bit as I took in the sight of him – lean, with just enough muscle to look squeezed into his sleeves, wearing soft jogger pants through which I could already see his bulge growing as I walked towards him. “Hi there, stranger,” I smiled warmly, coming in close for a kiss. I allowed him to hold me a moment, enjoying feeling him grow a bit more pressed against me, loving the tease of his hand sliding down over the full curve of my ass, technically clothed, but easily felt up through the thin fabric of my cotton leggings. “Not so fast – not here. You know the plan.” I broke away, appreciating his clear admiration for me, and with a grin and a wink motioned him to follow me onto the trailhead.
It was a good mile and a half to get to the spot I had in mind. I kept up a light banter as we walked, amused by the distracted quality of his replies as we went single-file down narrower sections of the trail. I, too, would be snared by the firm bounce of an ass as fine as my own in front of me. I knew what I was doing and was enjoying the feeling of being in control – for now. Finally we came to the semi-secret place the trail branched, an unmarked footpath that would lead us to our destination. He came close to me there, no longer able to resist grabbing me now that we enjoyed the ample cover of overgrown shrubs lining the path. He kissed me furiously, hand grazing the boundary of my tank top and roughly pulling it down, exposing my nipple to the air momentarily, before his hand covered it over, squeezing my breast roughly in his hungry grasp. His mouth began to move down, sucking my neck. “Glutton for punishment, are we? We’re still a quarter or a half-mile out from the spot,” I admonished, trying to hide the reluctance with which I removed his hand from my breast, and recovered it with my top. “Race you there?”
I took off at a jog, leaving him a few moments to gather himself before he followed, catching up to me at a sprint. The path widened where he met me enough for me to take his hand. We walked a bit through the fields of drying tall grasses, birds singing out from nearby trees. The next turn-off was coming up, but the opening was so neglected and overgrown as to be nearly invisible, except to my dog who’d actually led me directly to and through it on a recent walk. Finally spotting it I steered us there, dropping his hand so I could lead the way.
“We’re close now, I promise,” I whispered. He looked apprehensive. “So this is where you’re planning to leave my body?” he joked. “Only once I’ve finished with it.” I replied, the joke being that during our first meeting (midday in a public park) I’d openly discussed – at some length, including far more imaginative detail than is socially appropriate – all the horrific things I’d imagined might go wrong for me, a petite and not-tall woman, meeting an internet stranger after having stated a willingness to have sex – should the attraction be there. “What if to counter my rejection, he kills me?” I’d asked hypothetically, only belatedly catching the rightful horror in his eyes. “She thinks I might kill her, what the fuck…” “No no, not you, probably, but until I know that for a certain fact… possibly?” Yet here we were, four dates in, already comfortable enough to begin exploring sexual kinks together. Definitely lucked out on this one.
Suddenly the almost not-path widened, and we stood in a small, well sheltered clearing. The ground here looked different from the surrounding forest, like it maybe once – long ago – had been the foundation of a small shelter. There was just enough room to spread out the small blanket I’d been carrying with us over a few of the larger stones.
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He pulled me in close and I leaned into the kiss, enjoying the play of the sun, filtered through the large maple and alder leaves, shining onto our entwining frames. The sexual tension was overwhelming. I pulled back slightly. “I need you to fuck me now,” I whispered, overcome with the slow build of arousal teased by the pleasant repetition of muscle contraction on the walk up. His eyes glinted, watching as I bit my lower lip, pleading, body sighing and heavy with my need to be taken. I stepped back, turned, and bent forward slightly, thrusting my ass back, lowering my leggings to expose my pussy to him.
In seconds his hard cock was out and teasing at the lips of my wet and aching cunt. Then, roughly grasping my hips, he was inside me. I moaned, pressing back onto him and already subtly contracting with the first flush of a building orgasm just from the delight of him filling me. “So soon, baby? I haven’t even started with you yet,” he laughed, breathing hot on my neck just below the back of my earlobe. I shuddered more as he nuzzled into me there and began to pump.
I lowered the straps of my tank-top, exposing both breasts to the sunlight and the late summer breeze. They’d never been exposed to the elements like this, and admiring them in situ as the masterpiece of nature that they are was an endless turn-on. Being fucked like an animal out under the sky – urgently, roughly, to satisfy a primal need – quickly sent me over the edge. I began flexing my ass, rocking back and forth in rhythm with his dick, practically dancing on it as I threw my ass, fucking him as hard as I could without losing my footing, straight off the cliff of a deep orgasm. My whimpering built into the beginning of a shout he knew and enjoyed greatly, but also had the presence of mind to muffle. He covered my mouth with his hand and held me steady as I bucked through the gratification.
Kissing his hand, still panting slightly, I looked back at him. “Now it’s your turn.” I reluctantly slid off his hard cock in order to take it in my hand, slowly stroking it as I raised my other to his face in a caress and kissed him. I dropped to my knees on the blanket and began to lick from the base of his balls and up his shaft in one long tongue stroke. Then, working the base with my hand, I circled around his swollen glans, enjoying how the taste of his precum mixed with my own cum. I looked up, appreciating the glaze in his eyes as he looked back at me through the veil of pleasure. I wrapped him in my mouth, quickly taking him back in my throat, and he groaned. I moved to pull back to working the head, but I felt his hands in my hair, pushing me down, immobilizing me as he began to take my throat for his own just as he’d taken my cunt before.
His roughness made me wetter, and I moved a hand to my clit, soaked in my juices, and began to work it with my fingers. After a couple minutes of this he paused, and I immediately went back to worshiping his cock with my tongue. “What a filthy little animal you are.” Mouth filled with his cock I looked at him, fingers at my clit flying faster as my hips rocked their assent. “You’re going to make me cum.” So I moved my hand away from my clit, stroking his balls and applying more pressure at the base of his dick. I wanted every drop, and I wanted him to feel that through how focused I was on his gratification. His balls tightened under my hand, and I felt the first surge of cum before it surfaced, quickly filling my mouth so I had to swallow, his last spurts dribbling down my chin, and hitting the still pale flesh of my exposed breasts. I continued gently stroking his shaft as I looked up, enjoying watching him breathe through the experience of riding out his first orgasm in the open air.
Collecting himself, he looked down at me. “Get up here,” he smiled, and I grinned back at him. He looked at his cum, dripping down the side of my face, and sliding down my breast, marking me. “Sorry – “ he began, but I shushed him, wiping some up with one finger before staring into his eyes as I sucked my finger clean. He brought his thumb to wipe off my face, and then moved down, using his cum as lube to play with one of my firm nipples, before taking my other breast in his mouth. I threw my head back, and my hand snaked its way back to my clit. He grabbed it, crouched down, and buried himself in my cunt, sucking at my hungry clit for less than a minute before I began cumming. He immediately broke away. “That’s for teasing me on the walk here.” He said. I looked at him, slightly betrayed. “What teasing?” I asked innocently. “You know what your ass in pants like that does to me – on the way back, I lead,” he said. “Only if you finish me first,” I demanded, pushing his mouth back over my clit.
I came quickly, and then he stood up, folding me into his arms in a hug. I rested my head against his chest, enjoying our partially clothed embrace, until suddenly we were both roused by the sound of voices in the distance. We adjusted ourselves with our outerwear, checking that we were both fit to rejoin human society on the main trail. “This was a nice spot you found.” “I appreciate you wanting to put it to good use with me,” I replied. I folded up the blanket and we made our way back up to the trailhead, him leading the way.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j4jf9j/a_secluded_spot_in_the_woods_fm_fiction