When I kiss him in just that way, he knows what I want.
He manoeuvres me, lips still locked to mine, until my back is against the tree. The woods, carpeted in early May bluebells, are quiet; we haven’t seen another soul all afternoon. Pressing his body close to mine, he kisses me harder as his hands go to my breasts, fingers manipulating my hard nipples.
He unbuttons my jeans, fingers slipping inside and into my knickers. When they reach my pubic hair, I gasp and part my legs further. When they touch my cunt, I am already dripping. He pushes a finger inside, then two.
“Take your jeans down.”
“But…”
“I said take them down.”
I glace around me, paranoid suddenly that we could be being watched, and do as he says. Jeans and knickers around my ankles, he pushes another finger into my willing cunt and fucks me hard with his three digits. I try to keep my noise to a minimum, but I cannot suppress my cry of pleasure as I feel the first orgasm building, building…
“I’m coming…” I gasp as I explode on his hand. He responds by pounding my cunt harder and harder with his fingers, forcing a second and third orgasm from me so quickly that my legs buckle. I grab a branch to help keep me on my feet.
He withdraws his hand. “Turn around and bend over,” he says.
“But someone could see…”
“There’s no-one here. Turn around. Bend over.”
I obey, bracing myself against the tree as I offer my ass and cunt to him. He adjusts me until I’m at the right angle, and his cock slips easily inside. Fingering me, watching me come, always gets him so hard.
“You’d like it if someone was watching, wouldn’t you?” he asks. In response, my cunt clenches, tightening around his cock as I start to come again. “Did I just feel you come? Are you such a slut that the thought of someone watching you get pounded in the woods makes you come?”
He knows damn well I am exactly that much of a slut. I respond by pushing back onto his cock, asking him to fuck me harder. God, I love his cock. The thought pushes me over into another orgasm.
He pulls out of me. ‘Turn around and get on your knees,” he says. “Clean your mess off my cock.”
I kneel, feeling the soft forest floor on my bare legs, and take his full length into my mouth at once. He’s still hard as I lick and suck my juices from his cock, tasting my own excitement and the several orgasms he’s given me in the last few minutes.
“You know,” he murmurs as I stand to kiss him, “I think there is someone watching us over there…”
Note: There was emphatically NOT anyone watching. We were completely alone in a secluded area. Imposing displays of sexuality on people who haven’t consented isn’t cool.