Al Fresco Fuck with Annabelle [MF]

After receiving such wonderful feedback from my first post, detailing my date with the lovely Annabelle, I decided that a month would be too long to wait to post again. Annabelle herself has PROMISED to write her own version of our first date, which I am equally excited and terrified about, but in the meantime, I thought I’d have a go at writing about what happened the next day.

As before, if there are any guys or gals out there who just want to skip to the juicy bits, I’ve signposted the start of the “real” action further down.

For those who haven’t read my first post, Annabelle and I have been messaging online for a couple of months now, having met on a non-dating subreddit. We grew very close, but I live in the UK, and she in the US. We agreed that there was enough chemistry there for us to meet up, so I flew out to Ohio and we planned to spend a weekend together. It started with a date, which went incredibly well and ended up back in my hotel room (see previous post for all the gory details), and it was left to Annabelle to organise an activity for the following day. It was my only full day in Ohio, having arrived the previous evening, and with a flight booked for the following afternoon.

Annabelle had planned for us to go hiking… I’m still not quite sure why, but I’m very glad she did. The weather was glorious, and we had a great time. Not just the sex – which of course I am coming to – but it really helped us to feel more comfortable with one another. There was still some lingering awkwardness when we awoke in my hotel room and went to get breakfast, but by the end of the day, it was all gone.

Before I go any further, I’d like to let you all know that Annabelle has PROMISED to write her version of this weekend’s events. Whether that will be in a single post, of if she’ll split them into date night, hiking, and bar trivia (the third instalment – still to come!) as I have, I don’t know. A few people commented on my previous post that they’d be keen on reading this, so I will update this story with a link to anything that she posts.

Back to the hiking… We’d spoken about going hiking in our emails a few times, and I had jokingly told her that I’d be worried about bears. For those of you that don’t know, we have no bears in the UK. We hunted them all long ago. The largest, most dangerous wildlife we have now are badgers, although I believe wolves have been reintroduced to some very remote parts of this fair isle. Anyway, I’m not used to going hiking in a countryside that could, at any given moment, produce an angry bear for me to deal with. I expressed this worry to Annabelle, who called me a pussy…

With the very real prospect of going hiking, the bear-issue resurfaced. I needed to know how to act if we were to stumble across a bear, but Annabelle only teased me. She was confident that she could outrun me, even if she couldn’t outrun the bear. This comforted me slightly, because I knew it was false – I was a student athlete and am still pretty quick over 100 metres. I was confident that it would be Annabelle who would be caught first.

This thought cheered me, and off a-hiking we went.

It was a wonderful day. For those that know it, we started near Lake Logan and headed towards Hocking Hills. I don’t know how many miles we walked in total, but we made it all the way to Old Man’s Cave, which is truly awesome. We had a great picnic lunch that Annabelle had prepared, saw some beautiful scenery, and got totally and utterly lost in conversation.

As lovely as the day was, it is an unalterable fact that I am an Englishman. And as an Englishman, my skin turns a vivid crimson at the first sign of sun. I had come prepared, of course, but it did mean frequent stops to plaster on another bucket of sunblock. It also meant that, when Annabelle – who as a heathen American does not suffer from the same skin woes as I – suggested we take a break and do some sunbathing, my thoughts immediately turned suicidal. Why the fuck would I want to sunbathe? Look at my vampiric constitution. I will be dust within ten minutes. I internalised this outrage, naturally, and came to the conclusion that she was trying to kill me. I therefore told her that I thought sunbathing was a great idea, but secretly resolved to disrupt it as quickly as possible.

We’d already arrived in a good spot, a distance away from the trail so we wouldn’t be disturbed too often. I perked up when the thought occurred to me that Annabelle might sunbathe topless, but no such luck. She was wearing a tight sports tank-top and shorts, and they remained firmly in place as she stretched out on our picnic blanket. This simple wouldn’t do, I thought to myself – I needed to act now.

“Would you put some lotion on me?” As my helpful American host, Annabelle couldn’t refuse. I took my t-shirt off and stretched out on my front. I’d had a back, sack, and crack wax just a few days before flying out, so I hoped my reasonably muscly back would give her ideas and put a stop to this sunbathing nonsense. Wrong again. She applied a layer all over my back, and made to stand up.

“Could you do my front too please?” I needed to buy more time while I came up with a plan to distract her from this course of action. My skin depended on it. My front would take a bit longer, as I have a hairy chest, making it harder to rub the lotion in. Annabelle, clearly suspicious by this point, straddled me and started working the sunblock into my shoulders.

** Abandon all decency, ye who enter **

In sitting on me, her little shorts got caught between my thighs and hers, and were pulled right up to the top of her legs. I couldn’t quite see her pussy, but I could see the muscular, suggestive lines where her leg ended and the rest of her began (I believe this is now being called a thigh-brow?), and I felt a stirring between my legs, not helped by the fact that Annabelle had made it to my pecs, and was inadvertently giving my nipples a good massaging. I couldn’t resist pulling those tight shorts to one side, and got a split-second view of her sweet, pink pussy before she batted my hand away in faux outrage.

“There are people around!” It was a lame excuse and she knew it. It had been a while since we’d passed anyone, and we’d chosen a sunbathing spot off the main track anyway.

“Well, you can keep lookout,” I reasoned. When I exposed her pussy again, getting a much better view this time, she didn’t resist. I slid a finger in between her soft, plump labia, and my heart skipped a beat to find she was already wet. She looked down at me disapprovingly, but I knew I’d won.

She was already sat on my dick, so it took but the work of a moment to free it from the confines of my shorts and guide it inside her. She was so wet, there wasn’t the tiniest resistance as she eased herself back down on top of me, her shorts and panties just pulled to the side.

I was at her mercy, lying on the hard ground, and she was determined to go slow. She’s in great shape, and her powerful thighs allowed her to maintain a steady, controlled motion – sliding her pussy up and down the length of my cock. After a couple of pumps, it glistened in the sunlight, covered in a layer of her juices.

I reached up and made to pull her tank-top over her head, but I couldn’t reach further than her collarbone. Instead, I just left it there, and pulled her amazing, plump tits out of her sports bra too, letting them bounce freely as she rode my dick. They too shimmered in the light of the afternoon sun, coated with a fine sheen of sweat from the hike. She was like poetry in motion – still completely in control of the rise and fall, and her pussy gripped me like a vice. If I hadn’t stopped her I would have cum in seconds…

But stop her I did. Inspired by her beautiful, sweaty tits, I decided I wanted to taste her. As she rose up, so that just the tip of my dick was inside her, I slipped out. I held her thighs in place, and shuffled my way down, still holding those little shorts to one side. I moved down until I was face to face with that amazing pussy, and Annabelle dropped to her knees, bringing it within tongue distance.

She was so fucking wet – her pussy dripping with a mixture of sweat and juices. I breathed in deeply, savouring the scent of her, and ploughed my tongue up inside her, lapping up as much of it as I could. It tasted amazing, and seemed to act like an aphrodisiac in itself – I nearly exploded as I sucked a mouthful of that sticky, salty cocktail out of her cunt.

She remained on lookout, but it wasn’t long until I could tell she was losing concentration. Her ragged breathing, and then cute little moans whenever my tongue flicked against her clit, were a dead giveaway. I increased the pace, prodding my tongue up inside her as far as it would go, and softly rubbing a finger around her asshole, to which she responded with a long, happy moan.

Annabelle’s thighs started to relax, and she dropped her pussy closer to my face, desperate for more. I continued playing with her asshole, and focussed my tongue on her swollen clitoris, swirling around it until she started to cry out.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” She put out a hand to steady herself as her entire body started to spasm with the pleasure of her climax. Her words caught in her throat as my tongue guided her through an intense orgasm. She screwed her eyes up in deep concentration, mouthing the same word over and over again. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” A few last little twinges, and she was done. By this point, my beard was soaked in her juices, and the hard ground was playing hell with my back.

I slipped out from under her, pulled my shorts up, and cleaned myself up a little. There was still nobody around.

“Now it’s your turn to be the lookout,” Annabelle said, staring directly at the bulge of my still rock-hard cock. “I didn’t say you could put it away.”
I obediently pulled my shorts back down, and she positioned herself directly in front of me. She pulled them down further, exposing my balls too. She got straight to work, licking and sucking her own juices off me. As the blood pumped into it, my dick bounced around merrily, remembering how close it had been to cumming just a few minutes earlier. Annabelle wasn’t using her hands, but she was still taking me closer and closer to a powerful orgasm.

I nearly gasped as her tongue moved up the length of my cock, and straight down onto my balls, wrapping itself around them hungrily. It was almost too much to take. She took one entirely in her mouth, and I felt a deep thrumming in the core of my body – like the pounding of a heavy drum, announcing the end of my resistance. It got louder and louder, and the throbbing got stronger and stronger, and started spreading out from the core of me throughout, snaking tendrils of pleasure stretching along the entire length of my body, as though I had been injected with some powerful venom, only instead of pain, it was pure, white hot pleasure that flooded my veins. Annabelle worked my dick like a pro, taking the entire length in her mouth.

I came, or more accurately, I erupted. Three, four, five, six hot jets of cum exploded from the tip of my cock, filling Annabelle’s pretty little mouth with my sticky seed. Still she worked the head with her gorgeous lips and that devilish tongue of hers, milking every last drop from me, and swallowed it with one big gulp. My leg started twitching uncontrollably, and I struggled to stand – the tension oozed out of every muscle, and I just wanted to float down a river and enjoy the orgasmic bubble I found myself in.

“Aren’t I going to get fucked?”

Pop. Annabelle’s challenge echoed in my head, piercing that blissful bubble and pricking my pride in the most profound way. I opened my eyes and found her staring up at me with those sparkling, fuck-me eyes, an impish grin on her face. She knew she had me.

We might have been surrounded by an army of bears at that point, and I’d still have pulled her to her feet, and led her over to a tree. This time, I pulled her shorts all the way down, and got behind her. She stuck her amazing ass out obligingly, and I wasn’t at all surprised to find that I was still hard.

I spread her cheeks wide, getting an incredible look at her sweet little asshole and shining, pink pussy. She was tight from coming so hard before, and I eased myself inside her as slowly as possible. With every inch, I felt my cock grow harder, and by the time I was fully inside, I felt completely reinvigorated.

I eased back out again, slowly, with Annabelle’s cunt gripping tighter than any I’ve felt before. It was like fucking a virgin. I plunged in again, and back out. In, and out. She was gripping the tree ferociously, pushing back against me as I thrust forward, letting me reach a depth I couldn’t on my own.

We fucked like animals against the tree. Every time I thrust forward, it was a little bit harder, and my dick went a little bit deeper. Annabelle jerked back against me with every thrust, willing me to find just a little bit more – to reach the depths of her, and fill her entire being with my cock. We were like some perverse, sexual machine – gears grinding, wheels turning, and pistons firing in perfect time. I’ve never felt more powerful while fucking somebody as I did in that moment. I felt like a titan of sex, and Annabelle’s moans of pleasure – getting louder and louder with every thrust – only made me want to keep it up longer.

Time seemed to stop. There we were, fucking in complete and utter harmony – sexual synthesis. I could hardly feel my cock by now – it was as though it had melted into Annabelle – become a part of her. We were fused together by this pulsating ball of sexual energy, pleasure radiating from it as it seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Annabelle took me right up to the hilt with every thrust, and every time it sent a lash of searing, sensual ecstasy right through my body.

I suddenly became aware that I couldn’t take much more. Every lightning bolt of pleasure that arced through me seemed to linger longer and longer, until they starting blurring into one continuous, thrumming fever-pitch of pleasure. Annabelle was reaching the same heights.
“It’s so good. I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”
The fuck had sapped me of the last of my strength, and the sheer bliss of it overwhelmed me completely. I was still pumping in and out, but the rhythm had fallen to pieces, and I was cumming uncontrollably. I could hardly breathe. It was so fucking intense. My balls felt like they were exploding, I had pins and needles in both of my arms, and both of my legs. I gripped Annabelle’s ass as tightly as I could – which wasn’t very tight at all – to stop myself from falling over, and shake the last few drops of cum loose inside her.
“I’m coming so fucking hard,” she gasped. “It’s still going.” She rode out the rest of her massive orgasm, shuddering as it ripped through her, and then it left as quickly as it came, leaving us both in a soft, spongey, post-orgasmic paradise.

We stood there, linked together, for what felt like minutes, but could have been hours for all the awareness we had. Annabelle was trying to suck down air, her head bowed against the trunk of the tree. I was draped across her back, unable to stand on my own. What an incredible sight we must have been – if there were any bears lurking around, they must have known better than to interrupt us in our bliss.

We stickily detached ourselves from one another and stumbled back to our things. Still no sign of other hikers, but they, like the bears, could have been stood around taking pictures, and we wouldn’t have noticed them. Neither of us had the energy to head back to the car just yet, so we actually did some sunbathing for a while. I couldn’t give a fuck about my skin at this point (a fact I am still now regretting, writing this as I am with an almost empty bottle of aloe vera lotion beside the bed, and typing away with hands at the end of two very red, sore, sunburned arms – still totally worth it though…).

We eventually made it back to the car, and back to Annabelle’s house. There is a final part to this trilogy, and we now have firm plans to see each other again in August, so hopefully my adventures with Annabelle will continue, and I will carry on writing about them for as long as people are interested in hearing about them. I have really enjoyed writing both this and my previous post, and if anybody has enjoyed reading them, then I’m doubly happy.

Annabelle has just this moment assured me that she IS writing her own version of these events, and that her account of our first date will be appearing on r/gonewildstories soon… She is also adamant that she can secure more upvotes than me, which may well be true… You can encourage her to post her story more quickly by upvoting me (cheap plug, I know) as she won’t want me getting too far ahead…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6mhqc2/al_fresco_fuck_with_annabelle_mf