I really enjoy walking in the woods by my house. I was feeling bored and a little lonely one evening and I decided to walk. Sometimes it works to quiet my mind and I was already out the door before I really decided to go.
There are a lot of nice trails from people walking or riding their bikes out there. Some are better than others but I prefer to go by a little pond where most of the best trails follow the creek that runs through the area.
So I wasn’t expecting to see another person because I rarely ran into anyone out there. I was sitting on a large flat rock when I heard rustling coming towards me. It wasn’t from the trail so I got ready to bolt in case it was a wild animal. My imagination can get away from me sometimes as I ran through horror movie scenes in my head. Then he came into view.
It was an old fling I had from a few months prior. It’s a small town but I hadn’t seen him around in a little while and hadn’t even realized he was even still in town.
My heart was still racing when he walked up to me and I lowered myself back to a sitting position.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking me over.
I took a few deep breaths and a moment to calm down, “You scared me! Why are you walking through the brush?”
He shrugged and told me he was looking for morels. I noticed the mostly empty mesh bag he was holding and nodded. Morel hunting is big that time of year. He clearly wasn’t having any luck though.
He sat down next to me and asked the standard mix of small talk questions. Finally during a lull in the conversation, he changed it up.
“So we had a lot of fun with each other,” he told me.
“Yeah,” l laughed and shook my head, “that took a sudden turn.”
He shrugged, “Have you ever had sex in the woods?”
I have actually but I shook my head. I hadn’t had sex with him in the woods though and I liked the turn the conversation was taking.
“Want to give it a shot?” he asked.
When I shrugged and nodded he pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me. “We have to try not to touch anything,” he told me, “you don’t want to get poison ivy or bugs in any weird places.”
This seemed like a unique take but I was willing to try. I pulled on the front of his shirt to get him to lower his head to kiss me. As the kissing deepened, his hands began to wander. They ran over the outside of my back, down over my butt and then back up my front. When he slid his hand under my shirt in the front and up under my bra to run his rough fingers over a nipple, I moaned into his mouth.
This went on for a little while but as he rubbed the sensitive skin there, the pressure between my legs began to build and I ground my thighs together to try and bring some relief.
I pulled away and looked up at him before slowly sinking to the ground in front of him. My hands slid down his sides and as I got lower I snagged the waistband of his elastic band pants. By the time my knees were on the ground, his pants were too.
I glanced up at him again before taking his dick in my hand and rubbing it back and forth in front of my mouth. When he moaned I took him into my mouth and his moan ended in a gasp. As I worked his length in my mouth and with my hand, my other hand on his lower back to hold him in place, the sounds he made were making the pressure build to an uncomfortable level between my legs. I reached down with the hand I had on his back to stroke my clit and soon my moans joined his.
After a while, he stopped me and pulled me back up. “I need to fuck you now or I won’t make it much longer,” he said in a husky voice. Now came the hard part. I looked around for a place to go and was considering when he slid my pants down and turned me around. He used his hand on my back to guide me into a bent over position, my fingertips brushing the dirt on the ground. He gripped my hips as he positioned himself behind me.
“Do you think you could hold that?” he asked me, “I want to avoid touching anything that could cause discomfort later on.”
“Mmm,” I responded, I didn’t think I would be able to hold the position but I wanted to try.
“Okay, sounds like you are on board,” he told me before taking the tip of his penis and running it gently between my legs. The wetness there coating him, then he slid into me fast and hard.
I cried out as he filled me and then used hands on my hips to pull me back and forth as he met the movement with thrusts of his own. My fingers made marks in the dirt as my body moved back and forth and, with nothing to hold onto, my body’s movement totally in his hands.
My moans, his pants, and the sound of his balls slapping my ass filled the space of the clearing. It turned me on even more and as I came, I felt my knees go a little weak. As I started to slide down, his grip on my hips tightened and he pulled me back up, holding me firmly in place.
At one point I thought I heard what might have been voices nearby but I was too far into it to care. The idea of discovery even turned me on more. The waves of pleasure continuing to build as I felt him also near his own orgasm.
With a few deep, hard thrusts, he sank into me as deep as he could before withdrawing and cumming on my ass. He moved one hand to my front to keep me up as he used the other to work his dick and finish out his orgasm.
I sank to my knees to catch my breath and regain strength in my legs. It was a fun walk in the woods for me. His original reason for going on his walk in the woods didn’t work out, but he still got lucky on that walk.
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