I step out of my car and readjust my clothes for a little longer than necessary. I can’t help but feel nervous given how long it’s been since we’ve last seen each other. I’m busy tying my shoelace, foot on my car bumper, when you sneak up behind me and say hi, startling me. You have a way of making me feel like an awkward teenager again. When our eyes meet, any doubt or hesitation I had instantly fades away.
We quickly start our hike. There are people around us so we make small talk about the weather and work. It’s hard to believe you’re the same person I’ve spent so much time having dirty chats with, the only reminder being the way your eyes occasionally wander over my body. I can’t help focusing my attention on your mouth, imagining how it will feel on my body. I’m not usually the type to play damsel in distress, but I seize every opportunity to hold your hand over difficult terrain, craving your touch. I blush whenever your hand touches the small of my back, which doesn’t go unnoticed and seems to amuse you.
You lead me down and unmarked trail and we eventually find ourselves deep in the woods, away from prying eyes. I can’t resist brushing up against you as we walk at every opportunity. As usual, my body is drawn to you like a magnet. You keep chit chatting enthusiastically and I’m starting to wonder if you even intend on making a move.
We reach an abandoned shed where you suddenly stop and get silent while I wait in anticipation, not noticing that I’m holding my breath. You gently cup my face with your hand. It slowly makes its way back to the nape of my neck, to gently yet firmly pull my hair. Your other hand heads straight down my pants. I’m dripping wet and you easily slide right into me while I gasp. You make your way to my clit and stare into my eyes, intently observing my every reaction to your touch. I start rocking against your hand, harder and faster.
You slide your hand out of my pants and bring your finger to my mouth, slowly tracing my lips. You’re still grasping my hair when you slide your finger into my mouth. I wrap my lips around it and give you a preview of what’s to come. I can see the desire building in your eyes when you remove your finger and lean in to kiss me. I let out a soft moan when I feel your hard on against me. I’m pressing my hips into you, longing to feel you inside me.
You surprise me by ordering me to get on my knees. I oblige and start stroking your cock through your shorts. Slowly and teasingly, playfully challenging your request. I eventually pull your shorts down around your ankles and take you into my mouth. Your taste is familiar, evidence of how indelibly your memory is etched into my mind. I need you inside my pussy, so I ask you to finish undressing while I follow suite.
You’re equally unwilling to immediately concede to what I want. We’re standing naked in front of each other. Our hands can’t help but explore each other’s bodies, slowly and deliberately this time, memorizing every curve and mark until we can’t stand the wait. You lift me up against the shed and slide inside me while I wrap my legs around you. Your mouth on my neck, nibbling my ear, pushes me over the edge and I orgasm quickly. I eagerly get on my knees again, just in time to catch most of your hot load in my mouth.
We finish our hike with a newfound spring in our step, though our parting is bittersweet. Happy for the memories we know we’ll often return to, but uncertain as to when we’ll see each other again.
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