Into the Woods

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So there we were, in the thick copse of cedar trees, just out of sight from the main road. It was another world, a dense forest within the city. The ground was bouncy and covered with pine needles. The air was fresh and green, with the slightest hint of ocean in it…

As I caught your eye on the road along the beach, I knew today was different. Your dirty blonde ponytail swayed as you ran just ahead of me. The curve of your butt looked incredible in your shorts. We stopped for a moment and walked out along the dunes. It was a grey morning, tons of sea gulls, just a few people.

Your arm brushed against mine, and the fine peach fuzz felt electric. I could taste the salt in the air. I tried not to think about touching you, but you were so close to me. I had wanted you for so long.

You had a had spring in your step as you walked out toward the waves. I admired your pale arms, thin and muscled, the nape of your neck below your ponytail. You were wearing short, black shorts and a blue t-shirt that brought out your eyes.

I could feel my nipples harden against my sports bra and a distinct heat rise in my cunt. Fuck. I just wanted to focus on our run. I bent into a little stretch to hide how flustered I was. Handles dangling down in front of long, tanned legs, I slipped tokat escort an elastic band off my wrist to re-tie the end of my dark braid.

I could see your butt even better from here, and I felt myself start to get wet. I flipped my head back up and you were looking at me with some curiosity. Of course. I was being weird. Okay, act normal. You touched my arm lightly and smiled. You were so pretty, you are so pretty. I don’t think you realise how gorgeous you are, pink from exercise with no makeup on.

We turn around and head back. I cannot stop thinking about what it would feel like to reach out and run my hand along the curve of your butt, your muscular thigh, your slim waist. To trace my thumb around the outline of your breast and feel your nipples harden under my touch. To peel your clothes off and taste you…

We still had aeons to go. Ugh. You were telling me a story about your coworker who was doing something annoying, maybe something with their pet? I couldn’t focus. How on earth was I supposed to focus on anything but putting one foot in front of the other?

Coming up the road, we got to the cedars and suddenly we were in a different world. I loved it in here. I looked at you and smiled softly, veering off the path, a bit deeper into yozgat escort the wooded area. My heart was pounding. Did you feel the same way? I made my way toward a big tree, out of view from the path, and I stopped. You were beside me, and I reached out to touch your arm. Our eyes locked, and we stood there for a moment. It felt like time stopped as you held my gaze. I took half a step forward, and put my hand on your waist. You let out a little gasping noise, and I could see how flushed you were, see your nipples through your sports bra, feel the warmth of you radiating.

I leaned in to kiss you, and you returned my kiss hungrily. I pressed you up against the tree, and felt your body against mine. Finally. You ground your pelvis against my leg, hard. I could feel how wet you were through your shorts. I bit your lower lip, your upper lip, grabbed your hand and pulled your fingers into my shorts for a moment, ran them against my wet cunt.

My hands were on your breasts, your ass, lifting you into the air, back to the tree, legs wrapped tight around my hips. I felt your teeth on nipple and I shuddered. You clung tight to me, your lips on mine. The front of my pelvis pressed against you, thrusting, and I could feel my clit swelling. I wanted you so badly. zonguldak escort Your skin tasted like salt. I slipped a strap down and ran my lips along your shoulder.

I couldn’t wait until we got home. I set you down and knelt in front of you, slowly dragging my fingertips down your body, followed by my mouth. I slip my hand inside the loose fabric of your shorts, and slide a finger along you – you’re soaking wet. I pull the shorts aside, and slowly lick your clit, down along your swollen labia, your wet cunt. I stroke you with my tongue, slowly, and then plunge my tongue into you. You moan and gasp, hand shoved in your mouth to keep quiet.

I grab your hips and you thrust against my face. I begin to suck your clit lightly, and I slide a finger inside of you. You are so incredibly wet and my own cunt is throbbing. I’m light headed at the taste of you.

You pull me up, suddenly and ask if I get all the fun. I’m surprised when you shove me against the tree and shift your leg between mine. Your fingers are in my mouth, and the next thing I know, you’ve deftly pulled aside my shorts. Your fingers slide into my soaking wet cunt, and I moan and go a bit weak around the knees. Fuck. You’re kissing me, biting my neck and fingering me, hard. Your thumb draws tiny circles on my clit…

Suddenly you jump. Shit! A biker passing through, a lean woman in a purple kit. She saw us. Did she see us? We both giggle nervously and pull apart. I start calculating how long it will take us to get to my flat…

[to be continued…]