There’s something about Fall that arouses the spirit. The brisk Autumn air chills the skin as gusts of wind whisper through crisp, colorful groves, separating leaves from limbs and animating the sky with flashes of yellow, red, and orange. Food and drinks are imbued with notes of pumpkin, apple, and cinnamon, oftentimes mixed with rum or whiskey while young people huddle around a fire, covered in sweaters and flannels.
There’s something about firelight that enlivens beauty. The active, volatile light scatters playfully across its subject as it replaces the static light of day with the coming of dusk. Barely illuminated faces give the illusion of secret glances; soft smiles passed noiselessly from one to another. The eyes are more free to wander, absorbing waves of long dark hair, pronounced curves rising and falling under blankets and sweaters.
There’s something about youth that sharpens desire. The buzz of the drink and the chill in the air, intoxicating the flesh and transforming casual arousal into feelings of necessity. A need to hold, to feel the touch of flesh, to become one as waves of pleasure pass between. And, just underneath, a more primal, animalistic desire. A need to squeeze and pull, to scream and moan. To release.
Friends subside as the physical flame dies to embers, somehow causing the internal flame of passion to burn ever brighter. Only she and I remain around the fire, a subtle bite of the lip inviting action. Our hands touch, our bodies lean, and our lips connect, the smell of her perfume combining with the hints of spiced rum still on her tongue.
My fingers run through her hair, every touch a revelation, as I hold her head close to mine and her tongue slips into mine. Breathing intensifies as we both try and fail to hold back the instinct within us; repressed pleasure forcing its way out, the pressure mounting within. My heart races as my mouth massages her neck and nibbles her ear, drinking in her essence as nearly inaudible moans enter my ear. Her hands graze and wander, one caressing my head against her neck and the other exploring my shoulder and bicep, my chest, my abs.
“Come with me,” she says softly as her eyes lock onto mine and her hand slides over the growing bulge in my jeans, eventually grabbing my hand as she rises out of her chair, leading me towards her tent. The late night air is frigid as we leave the warmth of the fire, making her warmth the only option of relief, further strengthening the beast within me. The sound of a zipper rings through the night as both the tent and her jeans open, then the brush of moving fabrics as she peels the pants off of her, the light of a harvest moon momentarily illuminating perfection, and enters the tent.
I follow anxiously behind, fumbling to undo my belt with cold, nervous hands, finally removing the barrier between us, thinking of nothing but the half naked goddess lying somewhere in front of me. For a moment there’s nothing but cold and complete darkness, then the sudden shock of contact as her hands find me, tracing my thighs to find my erect cock protruding awkwardly into the night. The cold is overwhelming, penetrating me to my core until all at once warmth prevails, combining with the pleasure of wet contact to destroy any feelings of discomfort that came before.
My eyes adjust as I watch a silhouette in motion along my shaft, that silhouette slowly gaining clarity until I can see the waves of dark hair, the lips surrounding me, and the glisten of her saliva as her mouth glides up and down my dick. My hands return to the back of her head, guiding her up and down, struggling to contain myself, struggling to refrain from taking all that I want. Her body hides within her sleeping bag, but a similarly hidden hand, a light motion where her legs meet, and subtle moans vibrating along my cock give her away. Perhaps she’s struggling to contain herself as well.
As she breaks to breathe I enter the sleeping bag, feeling her arms immediately embrace me as I do. I awkwardly make my way on top of her, our eyes locked, our chests heaving as our bodies, naked from the waist down, touch for the first time, protecting each other from the cold.
“Do you want this?” I barely manage to whisper as I reach down and use my shaft to massage her clit, gliding smoothly along her soaking entrance.
“Yes, please fuck me” she utters as her legs lift up and around me, inviting me inside.
My head slides against her clit and against her tight hole, pushing slowly inside. She grabs my face and kisses me passionately as inch by inch we unite, breaking away with a moan as the base of my cock settles against her, completing our connection but only initiating the experience.
The thrusts start slowly, but each feeds the beast within me, and the pace inevitably intensifies. My hands caress her head and my mouth nibbles her ear as we make love, careful to let her know that it is she, not her body, that’s driving me wild with pleasure. Her moans sporadically become whimpers as she runs her fingers along my strong back and down the curve of my spine, seeming to pull me even more forcefully into her.
As warmth returns to our bodies I lift off of her and unbutton my shirt, watching as her eyes and fingers graze along my body, never slowing the motion of my hips, my cock revealing itself briefly before disappearing once more into her. She awkwardly removes her sweater and bra, sending her perfect breasts into motion as we continue. The beast stirs once more, and my hands grab at her chest, squeezing forcefully as I quicken the pace, my pelvis now smacking audibly against her thighs.
“Ha…harder,” she whispers. “I’m s…so close.”
The magic of the season, of the evening, all leading to this point. The beast no longer needing to be contained, the mounting pleasure now flowing freely between us. My cock continues to reappear in briefer and briefer flashes before plunging deeper into her, accentuated by the motion of her hand upon her clit. My body once again settles upon hers, unable now to slow the intensity of each fuck.
“Cum for me.” I say commandingly as I gently pull her hair and slide as deep within her as I can.
Our first moment of stillness is anything but tranquil. A loud moan erupts instinctively from within her as her vagina tightens around me, then throbs as her whole body seems to spasm with pleasure. The knowledge of her pleasure and the pulses of her body are all I need as my own orgasm mounts. I squeeze her firmly with my whole body as my cock erupts within her, matching and continuing her orgasm as my cum flows between us.
I lie in nirvana upon her as our breathing begins to slow, once powerful pulses becoming more sporadic as my cock remains buried within her, our two bodies still one. Slowly I pull out and lie on my back, as she wraps me in her arms and rests her head on my chest. My hands continue to stroke her hair and body until her breathing steadies and I know she is asleep.
There’s something about Fall that breeds perfection. A perfect moment in a perfect evening in a perfect day. A moment and a memory powerful enough to carry you through any winter.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jahtn3/theres_something_about_fall