It’s a beautiful fall day and after a long and stressful week you decide you are going to go walk along one of the many hiking trails around the area. You throw on a sports bra, hoodie, tight joggers (that hug your ass wonderfully) and your hiking shoes. You have chosen to go walk a more wooded trail not too far from a lake and camping area. The leaves are turning colors and beginning to fall to the ground, there’s just enough overcast to be chilly but not badly cold. You leave your phone and wallet behind in your car, not caring about how long you’re out. You take in the sights and smells of the area and feel the stress begin to leave your body.
You stop several times along the trail to take in the sights and sounds of the woods and lake. You observe a cute little bench overlooking the lake and have the sudden urge to fulfill one of your fantasies, masturbating in public. You sit on the bench and begin stroking your breasts, feeling your nipple get harder with each stroke, you give your breasts and nipples firm squeezes and let out a little whimper. You slide one hand down your stomach and reach the waistline of your joggers, sliding your nails on the outside of your joggers to your pussy. As you move across your aching pussy you can feel the heat and wetness through your joggers. You retrace your joggers back to the waistline and slide your hand down your joggers easing one finger across your throbbing clit, down your seeping hot pussy, back up, and insert one finger into your soaked pussy. You lean back and open your legs, alternating between your throbbing clit and drenched pussy, rubbing your breasts, moaning and slightly bucking your hips against your own hand.
Just as you are about to reach climax you hear a noise from behind you. Was it the wind? Was it an animal? Was someone watching you? Your just spooked enough that you quickly remove you hand, sigh with disappointment and continue down the trail. You come to a trail head that appears to be lightly travelled. Your curiosity takes over and head down the path less traveled. After about an hour you come to what seems like an abandoned hunting cabin with the cutest rocking chairs on the porch. You think to yourself this is the perfect place to finish what you started earlier. You sit in one of the rocking chairs and watch the area around for a little bit, watching for people to walk by you hear some rustling of the trees as the wind begins picking up. You notice storm clouds moving into the area and decide now is the time if you’re going to do this before it starts storming. You slide your joggers down over your tight ass and remove one leg, as you spread your legs you feel the cool wind blowing across your now wet again pussy. Within seconds your close to orgasm when you hear the rumble of thunder and see a flash of lightening, the wind picks up as it begins to rain. Within seconds, and with the help of a loud, vibrating rumble of thunder, you let out a moan as you cum all down your inner thigh and down the rocker.
You take a moment to compose yourself and pull your joggers back on. The storm has moved in, and you decide to ride it out inside the cabin. As you enter the cabin and explore you fail to notice a shadowy figure standing in the cabin, illuminated only by the flashes of lightening. Then you hear his voice, “you look like you enjoyed yourself out there, I enjoyed watching and listening to you.” You jump and turn to face the voice, seeing a medium height male standing there, shirtless, hand over the crotch of his cargo shorts. You bolt for the door out of fear, he beats you to it and asks “where are you going? Its storming out there and you could get sick, we would be better off riding the storm out together here in the cabin. From the looks of you I think we can find ways to keep occupied.”
You make a move for the door, barely beating him, and run out into the woods. You run a little way and then stop, trying to see if he has followed you, but you can’t hear or see anything over the stormy conditions. Out of nowhere you feel two hands grab you and pick you up, the male has found you and has thrown you over his shoulder and carries you back to the cabin. You decide not to fight back out of fear of him hurting you. He takes you back in the cabin and sets you down. He removes his drenched shorts and walks over to you, standing behind you as he tells you to take your wet clothes off, so you don’t get sick. He walks up behind you and begins pulling off your sweatshirt and sports bra, you can feel the heat of his body against you, and you can’t help but brush your ass against his groin. He grabs the waist of your joggers and moves to your front as he pulls them down and catches a whiff of your sweet, wet pussy.
As he stands up, he grabs your hand and leads you to the front porch. He sits in one of the rocking chairs and snaps his fingers at you, “on your knees, right here, NOW” he says in a firm voice. Something inside you flips and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him looking at his hard cock before looking him in his eyes. All he simply says is “you know what to do” and you reach out and run your fingers up his inner thigh to his hard cock. You cup and massage his balls as you lower your head and run your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip of his throbbing member, licking the precum off the tip. You take the tip into your mouth as you take his entire length down your throat, massaging his ball, while sucking his throbbing cock.
After a little bit he instructs you to stand up and turn around. You reach between your legs and grab his throbbing cock, wet from your saliva and pre cum, and rub the tip against your throbbing clit before easing it to the opening of your drenched pussy. You slowly slide down his cock, taking the entire length into you, feeling the tip rest against your cervix. You begin riding his cock, he begins thrusting his hips, matching you and thrust for thrust. With every rumble of thunder and thrust of his cock, you come closer to orgasm, until finally you scream out and squirt all over his cock. He lifts you off his lap and bends you over the railing of the porch and slides his cock into your throbbing pussy and begins thrusting slow and deep into your pussy, feeling your inner muscles grip his throbbing cock trying to milk his cock of his cum. He begins to thrust harder, deeper and faster into your throbbing pussy, grabbing a handful of your hair before shooting spurts of hot cum deep into your pussy. You feel every spurt hitting your cervix, your inner muscles squeezing and milking every drop of cum from his cock.
As he pulls out, he pulls you down onto his lap and sit there together, cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs onto his cock. As the last rumbles of thunder begin the leave the area and the rain begins to come to a halt you stand up, kneeling in front of him one last time to lick the cum from you both off his cock. You stand up and grab your semi dry clothes, putting them on as he sits in the rocker watching you. You leave the porch, heading back down the trail towards your car to head home. You turn back just before the cabin goes out of sight and see him standing there watching you walk away. As you walk back to your car, all you can think about is what just happened. Wondering where he even came from or how long he’d been there or if that was his cabin.
You get to your car and see a piece of paper under the wiper blade, you open it, and it reads “I’ll be seeing you. The man from the cabin.” You immediately become hot and bothered as your mind is instantly thrown back into the encounter and what the future holds. The entire drive home all you can think about is him. You get home, take your hiking clothes off and get in the shower. After your done you head to the kitchen in nothing but a towel to begin dinner. As you enter the kitchen you stop dead in your tracks, there he is, the man from the cabin, sitting in your living room, staring at you.
TO BE CONTINUED……………