Chapter 24 #3
I wipe her wetness off my lower face with the back of my hand and follow her will, standing to grant her wish.
I give her a long, deep, and intense kiss, then, with my hands on each side of her hips, I flip her around.
A press on her upper back is enough to get her to bend over, her shaky hands holding on to the bark, and I lower my shorts down to my thighs.
Fucking hell, the round head of my cock is glistening with precum and red with the need to come. This will be fucking fast, but we’ll do better once we get back to the house.
I spit on the tips of my fingers, run them over her awaiting slit, and then position my cock there. I should probably go slow, but she’s so eager for it, back arched, breath short with anticipation, that I let my domineering nature take over.
With one hard, precise, and quick thrust, I bury myself in her tightness. “Ah, fuck,” she cries out.
Before I can worry that I hurt her, she pushes against the trunk to press herself harder onto me, to take more. “Always so fucking greedy for it,” I mutter, pulling out until my tip remains, only to slam back into her.
I retreat again, slowly enough to let her feel every ridge and vein, then ram back in. Her walls spasm around me, echoing the lustful cry she lets out. Shit, she feels so fucking good. Three more thrusts and I’ll be coming like a maniac.
This being quick is fine, but I refuse to let it be that quick.
So, I change strategies and plant myself into her to the hilt while I send a hand around her and between her legs.
Her clit is easily found, and my fingertips immediately begin toying with it.
She moans and begs for more, pressing harder against me, tilting her hips better, rolling them feverishly as she stands on her toes.
“Come like this,” I demand.
“Lex, I want—more. Fuck me, please.”
While my fingers keep working her clit, I grab onto the messy bun that has her hair together and tug at it. “I will. But first, be a good girl and make me feel your pussy throb like this. Then I’ll fuck you.”
I’m not sure if it’s the hair pulling, the words, or the helpless thrust my hips give, but she shatters with a trembling cry, her fingers clenching at the tree as she does, her walls squeezing around my cock at a hectic rhythm.
I hold her the whole time, closing my eyes and clenching my teeth to ride through it.
When the last of it has passed, leaving her breathing heavily, I give myself a little more time.
Still inside her as far as I can reach, I run my hands up her sides, lifting her tank top.
She isn’t wearing a bra, so when I pull it over her breasts, the perky nipples in my palms get exposed to the surrounding air.
Today is the warmest we’ve had so far, but it’s still cooler than she’s normally comfortable with.
She doesn’t seem cold, though. She’s pink and flushed all over, warmed up by what we’re doing.
I pinch both nipples, which gets me a throaty little moan, and then look down at us.
She looks almost naked while I’m still dressed, and it adds to the forbiddenness of the moment.
We’re outdoors, in the middle of the woods, with a popular hiking trail not thirty steps away from us.
We’ve come across several hikers in the past few hours, and any of them could pass by.
Is she thinking about it too? About someone noticing us?
The foliage would hide us for the most part, but passers-by could hear us and realize what’s going on.
Aroused by the idea, I slowly pull out, then in, watching my shiny cock appear, then disappear. “I bet you like this,” I start, voice low. “Knowing someone could pass by. Other hikers. That’s why you’re so fucking wet, my love.”
She lets out a semblance of a protest, but I feel the way her insides squeeze my cock. Yes, she likes it. A lot.
Lazily, leisurely, I fuck her. I need to give myself a chance to make her come once more, so I can release myself with her, and for that, I must make it slow. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, rocking front and back with my thrusts, making my cock go in and out. In and out.
As her moans grow in intensity, so does my pace. When I’m not holding on to her hips, I’m playing with her tits, fondling, squeezing, pinching … My entire focus is on her, on the sounds she makes, the curve of her arched back, the way her ass wriggles anytime my hips snap into it.
But then I hear it. Voices. A small group of at least four people, two men and two women.
Seemingly no children. When I look, never halting my momentum, I discern the vivid colors of their clothes through the trees, finding them walking up the path we took, the one we deviated from to do this. No children.
Nothing in Andrea’s demeanor tells me she’s noticed, but then, she’s busy enjoying my cock fucking into her at a steady pace.
I pull her up, bringing her shoulders to my chest and her head to my shoulders as I keep going in and out of her. The snapping of my hips increases, and this new angle turns her moans into small cries.
“People are coming,” I grunt into her ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
Her eyes widen with surprise as she immediately bites her lower lip in an attempt to hold back her moans.
I give her no mercy. On the contrary, I fuck her harder, determined to make her come as fast as possible.
This is one of her fantasies, even if she might not have accepted it yet, and if I time it correctly …
One hiker laughs obnoxiously, revealing to her how close they are. “Lex,” she protests, trying to push my hips away with feeble hands.
“Not a sound, Andrea,” I remind her, holding her close with one hand across her chest while the other travels to where we’re joined.
When I strum at her clit again, she understands what I’m doing.
She gazes up at me with a mix of shock, need, lust, and questions.
She does her best to stay silent as I work us to the finish line, the slapping between us quick and sharp.
If those hikers weren’t talking so much, they’d certainly hear us.
Determined to make this moment memorable for my freckled dork, I pinch her clit, hard enough to make it impossible to hold back a small scream. It works, and the hikers, who are as close to us as they can be, stop talking.
“Did you hear that?” one of them asks.
The tree shields us from their view, which is the only reason I’m allowing this.
No one gets to see my Andrea like this. No one but me.
And because I don’t want them to come check, I change the amplitude of my thrusts, giving her deep and short ones that don’t make a sound.
When she lets out another strangled moan, I lay my free hand over her lips, helping her stay quiet.
“It was probably a bird or something,” one of them says dismissively.
“It’s mating season, right? That’s when they make weird noises to draw attention.”
“It’s spring, so yeah.”
“Mating season …” I say low into Andrea’s ear. “If they knew there’s a good little slut getting mated, do you think they’d come and watch?”
She explodes. There’s no other word for it.
Her orgasm is so intense, so sudden, that I barely have time to pinch her nose and contain the scream of pleasure that tears through her.
My own climax hits me like a punch, cum shooting out of me and into her spasming tightness.
Luckily for us, the hikers have resumed their conversation and their climb.
I hold Andrea as she shakes from the pleasure, my hips jerking into her with uncontrollable jolts.
She’s so fucking soaked from the experience, my balls are dripping with it.
And it seems that I come enough to fill a shot glass, so it soon begins dripping from around my girth, adding to the mess.
As soon as she seems to have it under control, I release her lower face, allowing her to take big gulps of fresh air.
With my forehead to the back of her head, I catch my breath as well. When she twists her neck to meet my eyes, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her in a manner that is remarkably tender, given what we just did.
“That was unexpected,” she breathes out.
“Really? You didn’t expect it would happen when you chose those pants?”
“They’re yoga pants, Lex. Literally made for exercising.”
I chuckle and give her another kiss. “You liked that, didn’t you?” I murmur in her ear.
“You have to ask?”
“No, I felt it. And look at you,” I continue, passing my hand between her thighs, the upper part of them completely soaked.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it too,” she counters, squeezing around me purposefully, forcing more of my cum out between us.
“It was thrilling,” I admit. “Knowing they were barely thirty yards away while I was pumping you full of cum.”
This time, she doesn’t control the tightening of her walls.
I give her shoulder one more peck and step back, allowing my softening length to slip out of her before bringing my underwear and shorts over it. She’s about to roll down her top when I stop her. “Wait. Let me look at you for a second.”
“Lex, I feel very exposed,” she protests.
“And you are. Bend over a little.”
She complies with a sigh, using the tree to balance herself as I crouch a few steps behind her.
Because she knows exactly what I want, she sticks her ass out and spreads her legs a little, giving me a perfect view of her well-fucked pussy.
It’s so pink, shiny with her cum, white streaks of mine spread around her entrance.
“Fuck, freckles … I wish I could show you just how beautiful your cunt is after it’s been fucked.”
She giggles, shaking her head in reprobation. Then, after a moment of reflection, she says, “Show me.”
“How?”
“Take a picture.”
My eyes dart to the bag, then back to her. “Would I get to keep it?”
“Of course. I’m pretty sure you’d be even more possessive of it than me. So I know no one else would ever see it.”
I’m so dazed by her offer that I stay there like an idiot, processing it. It’s only when she says, “But do it quickly, I’m getting cold,” that I move into action.
I grab the bag and take the phone from it.
The devices I got us have been hack-proofed, so I don’t hesitate to open the camera app.
I snap a couple of pictures, still in awe of how beautiful that part of her is, and when I see some of my cum slowly seeping out, I keep my thumb pressed onto the button, filming it dripping out of her.
“All good?” she asks, twisting around.
“All fucking perfect.”
“Men really are visual creatures,” she humors as she brings down her top, covering her small breasts and perky nipples.
“I mean, this is art,” I counter, showing her one of the pictures.
She scrunches her nose, as if weirded out by the sight. I scroll to the next one, then the video. “It’s so odd seeing it like this,” she lets out before looking down at her bare lower half. “I should clean up.”
“I have some paper towels, give me a second.”
Like a good husband who takes care of his mess, I clean her up the best I can and slip the cum-soaked towels into the plastic bag I took for our litter.
Then, after a few gulps of water to recuperate, I spill some on my hand to wash it, and we return to the trail to finish our hike.
It’s rather clear both of us are eager to get back to the house and start over.
That was an appetizer. An amazing one, but still only the premise of what awaits us for the rest of the day.
When we reach the parking lot, we find four people there, hanging around the car next to the Jeep. Because I peeked at them earlier, I immediately recognize the colors they’re wearing. Those are the hikers who passed by us.
A woman greets us, triggering general salutations from everyone. “Which one did you do?” the same woman asks.
“The short one,” I answer.
“Oh, we took the long path.”
“Well, we enjoyed this one a lot, didn’t we, my love?”
“Yeah, it was very nice,” Andrea confirms, cordial but clearly eager for this to be over with.
“Excuse her, it left her a little weak in the knees.”
She hits my arm, unamused by the inconspicuous teasing. “Did you also hear weird birds?” I ask the stranger. That seems to clue Andrea in, and her eyes go wide before she can stop herself.
“Yeah, we did! It’s mating season, so it’s normal.”
“Heard that, my love? It’s mating season,” I repeat, turning to Andrea, whose face is growing red.
“Be glad it was some strange bird and not a bear,” the woman continues after a short laugh.
“Wait, I actually took pictures of that bird,” I say, motioning to take the phone out of my pocket.
“Excuse us, we really need to go,” Andrea swiftly intervenes, her face as red as I’ve ever seen it.
“Right, my wife and I need to head home and take a bath. We’re all sticky. Especially her.”
Andrea hits me harder this time, and I struggle to hold back my laughter. I nod to the group, and we get into the car. As soon as we’re off, Andrea turns to me with a scowl.
“Delete the pictures right now,” she demands, her tone partly vexed, partly amused. “You don’t deserve them, you teasing asshole.”
“Do you really think I would have shown them?”
“For a split second there, I thought you might.”
“It was a little exciting, wasn’t it?”
She doesn’t answer and turns away to watch the landscape outside. Worried I might have pushed it a little too far, I lay an apologetic hand over her thigh.
“I’m sorry, freckles. I thought it was part of the game, the fantasy. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. I will delete the pictures, you’re right. I don’t deserve them.”
Again, she stays silent for a moment, deepening my worry. When she speaks, though, I can tell she’s holding back a smile. “You can keep the pictures.”
A victorious grin splits my face in half. “You liked it?”
“I think … I did. A lot.”
“That’s my girl,” I approve, giving her thigh a proud squeeze.
We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but something tells me that as long as we’re together, we’ll never get bored. How could I with this little fury by my side?