Just a little background, this story is inspired by a new online friend that I met via the r/RAOMD sub. It’s been awhile since I have written any erotica or any fiction period, so please be kind but would gladly accept any constructive thoughts on style and context.
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After 30 minutes of walking, I grab her hand and lead her off the trail’s path; she follows, her hand never leaving mine. We climb our way up and around to a spot above the trail that I feel will suit my intentions, finding a flat opening with a large hemlock tree and numerous rocks.
I pull her close, nuzzling my face into her neck, smelling her, listening to her breath, waiting for her to speak. I sense her mouth opening and push against the 200-year-old hemlock’s massive trunk. As her body rests against the tree, I cup my palm over the crotch of her jeans, her pussy is pulsating heat. I grind my hand into her crotch, I can feel her buttocks clench, and she closes her eyes and bites her lips. I nuzzle my face to her neck again and whisper, “your cunt has been cooking this whole time, huh?”
Her eyebrow furrows, and she giggles, “well, that’s one way of putting it, I suppose.”
I release the pressure on her crotch and unbutton her pants, sliding my hands past her underwear. My finger skips over her clit piercing. I hear her quickly draw a breath through her nostrils. I pause there and slowly slide my finger along the thick skin over her piercing. My finger is cramped in the space between jeans and crotch. I can feel her place a hand over the top of mine on the outside of her jeans. She twists her head and puts her mouth to my ear and whispers, “I have been fucking waiting for this,” she grabs my earlobe with her teeth and pulls. Her other hand courses through my hair. I slide my finger across her piercing for a final time and part her folds with my finger, her knees give slightly, she gushes at my opening of her lips. Her slick juices puddle into my palm.
I start roughly finger banging her against the tree, my mouth attacking her sweet neck. She has that beautiful smell of “undiscovered territory.” In the quiet of the forest, we can hear birds in the distance, winds blowing between branches, and the unmistakable sound of fingers attacking a wet vagina.
Her breathing becomes more uneven, and I can feel her massive breasts pressing against my arm. My finger is digging further, and she is beginning to moan slightly, her knees gently bent.
She grabs my hair hard and looks me in the eyes, everything stops.
“I messaged you because I wanted tongue fucked. I can finger it myself anytime!” She laughs. Pulling my arm from her pants.
“Ok,” I say, “but there are no pillows, my princess.” Bowing at my waist.
“She giggles, I never said I was a pillow princess.”
She pushes down her jeans and underwear, spins around, and bends over, planting her hands firmly on a sizeable flattish rock. She flicks her hair over her shoulder, squinting her dark eyes.
“Eat me from behind,” she says coyly.
Her pussy lips are engorged, slightly gaping from the workout they have already received. The cool autumn sunlight pierces the canopy around us. The ground around her is steaming from the heat of the morning sun, and her pink mound gives a similar steamy appearance as her ass cheeks glisten with her slick juices. She whips her hair around, waiting on my move. I can feel her impatience, her hips are rocking.
I can smell her cunt from where I stand. That smell of sex. The beautiful scent of a woman. I can smell its warmth in the autumn air.
I just stare at her bent over, waiting on me. I am lost at this moment. Here I am, a 43-year-old married dad in the middle of the woods with this gorgeous 27-year-old. She is not supposed to be with me. How did we get here?
“I am waiting for my random muff diver,” she says in a cynical tone while peeking over her shoulder.
“Sorry, I am just admiring you,” I say.
“Admire me from the inside babes,” she claps back.
I walk closer to her and bend down on my knees, I take a deep breath, and I can smell it all now. I can smell her pussy juices left from my fingering, I can smell her salty sweat from our hefty walk, her salty ass cheeks, the soil, the rocks. I can smell it all.
I move my face closer to her, but I don’t touch. I breathe over her pussy lips. I breathe lightly over every crevice of her pussy and ass. I can feel her breath mounting, waiting for THE moment. It’s been six weeks since she first sent the RAOMD message. It’s been six weeks of messages about the prospects of my tongue dancing across her pussy lips. I can feel all the weeks of anticipation building for both of us. Her hips are dancing, wanting my tongue to begin.
I place my nose on top of her soaked pussy. She gasps. I can sense her frustration. I push my nose ever so slightly inside of her pussy, she is frustrated even more. I finally place my tongue upon her pierced clit. Her knees buckle, and she whimpers.
I began to lightly trace my tongue along every ridge of the soft folds of her labia. Her mound has become so engorged, blood coursing through its flesh, it is visibly large. It is visibly wet. I trace my tongue along her ridges without piercing into the vagina.
Taking both my hands, I spread open her young ass cheeks. She grunts again, realizing I am avoiding her aching cunt. I breathe in the sweaty smell of our walk as the crisp air moves over ass.
“Will you fucking lick me already,” she commands from over her shoulder, teeth-gnashing her lip.
I nod and stick my tongue directly on her puckered asshole, she moans. I dart my tongue around her asshole again and again.
“Fuck it, you fucker. lick me, dammit. ”
We hear voices down below and what sounds like a dog running.
Her legs are shaking, her asscheeks are tensed. I can feel her breathing becoming labored.
She looks at me over her shoulder, “I don’t give a fuck who hears us, and who is down there, you better fucking eat me. Enough fucking teasing. ”
She went to her clit with her fingers and began rubbing. I took her direction and placed my tongue firmly inside her slick lips and began sloppily licking her pussy.
I could hear her grunting loudly. I looked up, saw her chewing on her sweatshirt’s shoulder, eyes shut tight. Suddenly she shuddered to let out a shriek and fell to a knee. I shoved a finger into her pussy and finger fucked her as I rolled her onto cold sandstone rock.
On her back, I spread her legs and attacked her pussy once more. It was sloppy from her orgasm. Her juices ran down her asscheek onto the stone as I licked her. She remained vocal. I felt like the entire forest could hear her. And honestly, we had no idea if anyone had moved into some vantage point to watch us.
I could feel my new friend reaching for her second orgasm. She had removed her shirts and exposed her massive breasts to the open air and sunshine. I now had my fingers curled inside her vagina and my tongue making long strokes of her clit.
She had one hand rubbing her pierced nipples and the other in my long hair. Her jeans and underwear are still crumpled at her ankles, they were thrown over my shoulder, I can feel her heavy hiking boots resting on my back.
As her second orgasm approaches, I began fumbling with my belt and pants. My aching cock couldn’t take it any longer.
Her moans became louder, her body twitches. I move my mouth up the course of her body. She pays no attention. My fingers continue their rapid pace. She continues pulling at her pierced nipples.
Finally, her back begins to arch. I know the orgasm is landing, and I plunge my thick cock into her. She opens her eyes in surprise.
She erupts in orgasm as my thick cock slides into her its full length. I held myself there, my balls resting against her ass until her ‘petite mort,’ as the French say, had passed.
I began sliding my cock into her creaming vagina, my heavy balls covered in the cream of her orgasm, slapping her asscheeks. It took very little time before I was ready to unload myself.
Four weeks of online flirting.
A morning of eye-banging each other over coffee.
Thirty minutes of watching her massive breasts sway and jiggle through our hike.
The way she commanded me to eat her from behind.
Were we being watched?
The fact she didn’t care…all of it culminated in me quickly being done.
I pulled out of my young lover and stood over her. She smiled up at me, her raven hair matted around her shoulders. I stroked my cock one last time and turned it loose. Grunting, I could feel my ball contract sending cum across her massive chest and stomach. Another grunt and another thick rope of cum fell from my cock onto her. I breathed deeply through my nostrils and opened my eyes. My legs were weak.
She giggled, “you boys and your cumshots, even an older one, like yourself.” She wagged her finger.
“I didn’t know whether I should cum in you,” I said, “and I am not sure why I stood up.”
Squatting back down and straddling her, my wet cock landing between breasts. She was rubbing my cum into her tits and began squeezing my cock between them.
“You could have just asked where to cum” she said, “anyhow I am hungry. All that fucking made me seriously hungry.” She giggles
“We should get cleaned up. We are filthy,” I say.
“Filthy indeed,” she giggles again. “We are some dirty fucks in more ways than one.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j76ron/a_raomd_walk_in_the_woods_mf