a walk in the woods to remember
He (M33) had always spoken about the woods, me (F22) in the woods specifically, alone and naked. Seemingly alone.. little would I know that he’d be there, somewhere, observing. Some might say a fixation, others maybe a fetish, to me it just seemed like a fantasy.. something he’d maybe done once and liked, built it up in his head to be sexy and mysterious but in reality would just be a muddy, cold and unpleasant experience, but I had to eat my words because it was entirely the opposite.
I took the dog out a few times a day, normally on my own. I enjoyed the peace and quiet, it’s my time to take my head away from work, away from the things I see there and away from normal for a while. That was the case until we reconnected and suddenly every walk filled my head with ideas. My head was busy, every quiet spot wasn’t just a quiet spot anymore, it was a place that I could picture exactly how he’d want me to sit, how he’d want me to play with myself whilst he watched. Every empty bench was somewhere I could imagine him surprising me by just being there one day without telling me. Every car park was somewhere I could risk being caught filming myself for him. I was taking risks I hadn’t taken since I was 18, I started to see the sexy fun in the most mundane parts of day to day life, all thanks to him.
What’s more mundane than walking the dog the same walk every day? That’s why it didn’t surprise me that he chose this to make more exciting.. he’d spoken about meeting before but it never happened, life, partners, uni, work .. and all of life’s other excuses. It was coming in to autumn, the day was dark, that dull overcast darkness that autumn brought. It was on the colder side but I always warmed up after walking for a while. I always wore leggings.. comfort is key. The problem with my favourite leggings is that any underwear showed the outline so obviously. The solution I found best was not to wear any. I say that as though it’s my decision and not a rule he’d set me to only wear underwear when he allowed it. It was my usual attire of leggings trainers and a zip down jumper, again abiding by his rules of no underwear. Although I thought there’s no way he would ever know if I did wear a bra, where’s the fun in that? I wanted him to know that I’d do as he asked, that I’d submit in the smallest of ways for him, and that day I’m glad I didn’t break his rules, because he would’ve found out for himself.
On the outskirts of my usual path there was woodland. It was submerged by trees, it was quiet and didn’t allow any light in. Occasionally people would try to walk through but it was uneven and muddy. That day the dog started to tire, he saw the bench ahead and lay on it, looking at me insisting he was napping. I sat on the bench too, out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure in the woodland. I turned but the darkness created shapes within the trees that I dismissed the movement I thought I’d seen.
Then I heard him. He his voice and my name, a pairing I’d wanted to hear in real life so desperately. He turned and walked away as soon as I did, I followed him until he stopped. When he turned I could see he’d been watching for a while, his cock throbbing could almost give me a timeline. He smirked that smirk that could bring me to my knees, that did bring me to my knees. Conversation was minimal, we knew each other in the context we wanted to, we’d spoken about almost every aspect of each other although knowing him as I do now, I imagine there’s still a lot he hasn’t told me, but I knew enough. I knew what he wanted and how he wanted me. I’d played it in my head so many times it almost came naturally that I found my knees dug in to the cold dirt that I’d previously scoffed at ever coming in to contact with. And all it took was my name.
Finding myself in the position I’d always deemed below me, I lost any ego, he wasn’t interested in my materialistic, vain side. He knew he could push past it and have me do whatever he wanted, especially the things I’d say I’d never do. He gave me short instruction. “Leggings down”. “Top off”. “Hair back”. Each instruction I obeyed like a reflex without even considering the risk.
“Good girl”.
That was it, that was all I needed as my permission to take him in my mouth. He had control, he moved me as he wanted me, his fist filled with my bunched up hair. He tasted as good as I’d imagined. He forced my head on to his cock, I relaxed my throat and let him go as far as we both could, I brought my hands up to feel him.
“Hands down”.
He instructed me to play with myself whilst I sucked him. I did so grudgingly wishing it was his hands which were wrapped up in me, it felt good but I knew it could feel better. My body showing all of my intentions – I moaned when I felt what he’d done to me, I’d never been so wet. I thrust my fingers in to myself completely lost in the thought of it being him.
I let him push me further and further on to him, my throat raw and my eyes streaming. His noises enough to encourage me to keep going. I could feel him tensing, and he stopped me.
“Stand up and turn around”
I obeyed. “Good girl”.
My leggings still round my ankles, I felt his hands snake around my waist, moving down to forcefully grab my hips. A tree infront of me being my stability, I didn’t know what he had planned for me. I felt him running a finger along me, I could feel my wetness collecting on him as he smugly laughed under his breath. I couldn’t see his face but I could in my head, his exact expression knowing what he was doing to me.
Then I felt him. Force himself in to me, spanking me simultaneously, leaving his mark. I gasped at the shock of him pushing his cock inside me in the force that he did. Instinct would tell me to turn around but my body took over by then, pushing my hips back on to him rolling him in to me. He felt amazing. He grabbed my hair, pulling with every thrust, kissing my neck where he could, my sweet spot. I could feel him pulsing, willing him to fill me with his cum, begging. again, he stopped.
As quickly as I felt him stop, I felt his fingers start again, filling both my holes, he was rough and fast. I couldn’t hold my moans in, I’d never had so much attention on my pleasure. “Cum for me”. I knew he meant now and I couldn’t decline. My body tensed to the point of pain, my legs felt as though they would give way but I knew he wouldn’t let them. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Again as quickly as his fingers left me, I could feel his cock thrusting in to me. No hesitation, he pushed me against the tree, pulling at my nipples, leaving bites on my shoulders as he stood directly behind me fucking me senseless. With no warning he pulled himself out of me, spun me around and back down on to my knees, still stroking his cock.
“Open your mouth”
I did as I was told, within seconds I could see him tense, hear his moans and feel his cum on my tongue, I left my mouth wide open and watched his cum drip down on to my exposed tits. He pushed himself back in my mouth, merging his cum and his cock together in me. He stroked my face “my good girl”.
He pulled me back on to my feet and instructed me where to place my hands on the tree, feet apart, leggings still around my ankles, fully exposed.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, part of me wanted to look around for him, to see what he was doing, had he left? I knew that I had to keep my eyes locked on the tree trunk infront of me, I didn’t dare unlock my gaze, I knew better. I heard footsteps but they seemed to be moving away.
My phone buzzed. Buzzed again. He was phoning. I bent over to pick up my mud covered phone and he instructed me to put him on speaker and get back in my position. He told me how good I looked from where he was standing. How anyone could walk by and fuck me if they wanted to. He then instructed me to count to 100 before walking myself home covered in his cum. And then he was gone.
I found myself walking my dog back home, wondering if he could still see me, wondering if the people passing knew what I’d just done, knew that his cum covered me underneath my clothes, and nothing turned me on more.
Muddy, yes. Cold, slightly. Unpleasant, absolutely not.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iipkin/a_walk_in_the_woods_to_remember