I am an urban creature, and normally the great outdoors doesn’t turn me on. That’s what I thought, anyway, until I left New York and moved to a small college town in the mountains of Virginia. There were trees and grass in abundance. I even had a front yard with a garden, but what I missed was the anonymity of romantic strolls in Central Park in the spring with cherry blossoms in full bloom. Silly, right? But in a small town, courtship becomes either highly public or indoors and a bit furtive.
I had begun seeing a young colleague at the university, and we were at that stage where we had trouble keeping our hands off each other. John was tall and rugged, with unruly brown hair and laughing eyes that lit up my heart. It had been a hard winter, and we both wanted to get out and share the sun and fresh air. Not wanting to give the local gossips more material than necessary, I suggested to John that we drive out to the nearby national forest and take a stroll by the river. Not hike the Appalachian Trail, for heaven’s sakes, just take a walk.
Well, he thought I was being a little prudish, but he respects my big-city need for privacy, even while he teases me about it.
I put on sneakers and a cotton shirt and skirt, and we drove off, complete with a picnic lunch he had prepared. The pathways by the river were well-defined, and the smell of clean air and new growth was intoxicating. Unbelievably, nobody else was around, but on a weekday in early spring that was understandable.
We walked arm in arm until we found a suitable picnic spot. John spread the blanket, settling the picnic hamper beside us and pouring us each a glass of wine. He quoted some cavalier poet’s fantasy about nymphs and shepherds as a toast, and I tossed a handful of grass at him. Very carefully, he set down his glass, and from the look in his eyes, I saw I had better do the same.
Laughing, I rolled away as he leaped at me, leaving him clutching empty handfuls of blanket. He recovered quickly and managed to pin me gently but thoroughly to the ground. We were both breathing heavily, from more than simple exertion. The slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip was enticing. I tried to reach out my tongue and lick it off, but his mouth closed over mine in ruthless determination to have its own way.
John’s hands were busy with the buttons of my blouse, and mine were frantically trying to pull his polo shirt out of his slacks. My casual skirt slid off with no trouble, and I soon had John’s pants unfastened and was reaching into his briefs for his long, hard cock. Kneeling there in broad daylight, I gazed at his wonderful organ before taking it into my mouth and savoring the velvet softness of its sensitive head.
My hands caressed his shaft and hefted the weight of his balls in their crisply furred sac. He gave a galvanic little shiver as my lips closed around his cockhead, and his big hands held my head as I swallowed as much of him as I could. I breathed deeply through my nose and relaxed my throat as he began to pump into my mouth, his hips jerking faster as his excitement increased.
As I swallowed more and more of his shaft, my hands reached around and grabbed his ass, clutching his cheeks and pulling him in closer. The crinkle of his pubic hair against my lips and the smell of his fresh, clean sweat drove me on. My fingers caressed his ass, running into the crack and feeling for the tight bud that lay hidden there. As I felt him tighten up, I drove my finger into his asshole, finger-fucking him while he fucked my mouth. I was gagging a little, but it excited him even more. After one more hard thrust, he was spilling his come down my throat in stream after stream, and I was swallowing it all.
John stretched out beside me on the blanket, wiping my face and hands clean with one of those wet-nap things he’d packed for after lunch. He leaned over and kissed me, remarking that I looked sweet with my face all flushed. I replied that that was arrant nonsense; everybody knows professors of economics can’t be sweet.
Determined to show me I was wrong, John unhooked my bra and took each of my breasts in turn, as though he were handling fine porcelain. Raising it to his lips, he kissed and licked all around my breast before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking it to full hardness. A shiver went through me as the electrical connection to my pussy flipped into high voltage. His fingers kept that nipple alive while his mouth sought the other.
I lay back, my fingers running through his curls, dazed with lust and soaking up the green-filtered sunlight like a starving plant.
His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties and peeled them down my legs, turning even this utilitarian gesture into a caress, erotically prolonged. The brush of his hand across my abdomen made me raise my hips, and his kisses parted my legs for his questing tongue. I was on fire for him. My flesh was swollen, reaching for him. His mouth was hot and soft, and maddeningly avoided contact with my clit, even as his tongue explored my folds.
When he finally took my clit between his teeth and tugged it gently, I thought I was going to take off. His lips replaced his teeth and he sucked gently at my pounding flesh. The tip of his tongue teased me as I had used mine to tease the circumference of his cockhead, and I went wild. Only his weight kept me from bucking him off and giving his jaw a sharp crack with my pubic bone. The world exploded into fire and varicolored lights, and he held me as my orgasm started to subside.
His relentless tongue did not let me rest, however. Before I was through the shudders of that first explosion, he was bringing me to an even higher pitch of excitement, and I was one great void, dying to be filled. I hadn’t touched his cock, but there it was, hard again, butting against my thigh as he lowered himself onto me.
His solid weight grounded me just enough so I could bear the exquisite sensation of his cock sliding into me, melting my flesh to fit its invading force. He lodged himself so deeply I felt him through my whole body, then he began to withdraw only to drive his cock home again and again, with increasing strength and roughness.
All the finesse of his oral lovemaking vanished, and I wanted it gone. I was a beast in heat in the primeval woods, wanting to be mastered, to be fucked into submission by the dominant male. I no longer knew who I was or what I wanted except this. Climax blazed through my body like lava as John’s come pumped into me. I clutched him to me as he fucked until his cock softened too much to keep on thrusting, and he collapsed in my arms.
We lay there, listening to our breathing calm, hearing the chuckling of the river as it danced across its stony bed. My eyes gradually refocused, and finally I was able to form a complete, if inane, sentence. “This beats a walk in the park any day!” John laughed and hugged me harder, knowing I was starting to adapt to country ways at last.
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