He ate me [26F] out in the woods and we almost got caught. [FM]

*Sigh*. Sometimes I like to look back on my wild exploits with my first boyfriend. I’m *super duper* lucky in that my all of my “first” sexual experiences were with someone that I was crazy about, and he was crazy about me. I often think of this foundation as one of the great gifts of my life. He taught me what good, loving sex is. He was athletic, energetic, and blessed with a gorgeous cock. Every sexual experience was defined by play and adventure—well, till the relationship started to fall apart, that is. But when this story took place, things were good.

(And YES, I often fantasize about getting back together with him, or returning to that cocoon of pure adoration and accelerated love. I thought those qualities would be part of all future relationships—turns out it’s specific to 17 and first love, hahaa).

One thing my ex and I had in common was a ridiculously high sex drive. We just *loved* having sex and wanted to do it everywhere, even though we had nowhere to go while living at home. This led to many a hookup in cars, parks, and even the beach. Public sex was almost par for the course. If we were out somewhere, we were going to fuck.

One fall weekend, when we were in college (and over 18!), we went hiking at a small nature trail. It was hiking lite, in that it was one loop essentially, and you couldn’t get lost. Though in some places the woods were quite thick.

That day, the trail was empty except for us (or so it seemed). I remember looking at a slope that veered off the path. The two of us looked at each other and shrugged. He tugged my hand and led me down, putting his jacket down on the forest floor.

“Are you sure?” I asked. We were always getting our clothes dirty. It was quite obvious, in retrospect, where we had had been and what we’d been doing.

He pressed me onto his jacket. We made out for a while. You know that feeling of getting lost in a kiss? Yeah, that. He was an enthusiastic kisser. Super enthusiastic about everything actually. He always said I was because he was Latin American, haha.

Then he started to unbutton my jeans. It was fall, but it wasn’t cold enough for me to blame the weather in not following through with his plan. No, I had to be brave enough to be a public slut. I lifted up my hips and let him roll my jeans down to my ankles. I remember laughing because I couldn’t believe he was doing this. We had public sex but our jeans were usually on—here, I was *exposed*.

Yes, I was half naked in the woods. And we were visible from the path. And it was the middle of the day. All a *great* idea.

He got back on top of me. We continued to kiss me while he rubbed my pussy, now totally bare.

“What if we get caught?” I whispered. He had ridiculously blue eyes that were always smiling. “We won’t,” he said. And then he began to kiss his way down to my exposed legs.

Next thing I knew his head was buried in my pussy and he was eating me out! In public! I was relaxed enough with him that I could pay attention to the circles his tongue was making on my clit and the pulsing of his fingers, instead of the fear that someone would walk down the path, look down, and see us.

He knew just what to do to make me get there. In case you’re curious, I like to my clit rubbed in light circles, at an increasing pace, and penetrated with two fingers. It was like a science. His fingers held my pussy apart so that his tongue had more access. Below me, I felt sticks and uneven terrain. I put my hands on the dirt and then on his shirt, holding onto his shoulders.

His hands were occupied so he couldn’t stop me from moaning when I came. Incidentally I love when men put their hands over my mouth so that I can’t be loud. We didn’t have time for me to blow him, because right after I was reduced to a quivering orgasmic mess, we heard footsteps. He started laughing and I pulled my jeans up. By the time the older couple rounded the path we looked like kids soaking up nature.

“To be continued,” he said once we cleaned up and rejoined the trail. He quickly put his fingers in my mouth so I could taste myself. I can’t remember what came next—but knowing us, I finished him off in the car. Where else?!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kgno7j/he_ate_me_26f_out_in_the_woods_and_we_almost_got