Into the woods; part 1

They met one afternoon in late autumn; he’d asked to see her on an impulse. She’d spun a silken thread in his mind or so it seemed. Maybe he was the spider drawing her into his web. Either way, it was agreed; coffee in a small-town independent coffee house. He pulled up at the road as she waited for him to arrive. Leaving his ride behind, he was clad in full leather. When she saw him she knew who he was. The one who’d captivated her with his gentlemanly charm, edged with a border of ragged dominance. She was the demure sweet-looking girl-next-door type, but the glint in her dark eyes hinted at a passionate ember residing within her. Waiting to be released…

Their day-to-day lives were ordinary. The events that would unfold that afternoon would be anything but that. They sipped their coffee, and made conversation, hushed with knowing smiles and seductive side-long glances. Eventually their drinks were finished. She made her way to the ladies whilst he checked the local area on a map. Waiting in composed impatience, he turned to see as she exited the ladies bathrooms. There, his silent question was answered. She was to be his for the taking.

The tell was that she’d removed her tights from under her dress, so her legs were now exposed to the chill in the air though they were mostly covered by her knee-length boots and dress. They left the coffee house and made their way to their respective vehicles. He’d given her the location for their next rendezvous. The drive was short and she could feel fluttering excitement in her stomach. Her arrival was minutes before his. Stepping away from their transport they embraced and kissed deeply as he felt the heat emanating from between her thighs.

Woodland walk

Goodness, she was pure gold to him in this moment. Her lips sweet and plump, parted as he broke away from their embrace. She smiled and he was compelled to break his composure,  returning the facial greeting. “Let’s go into those woods up on that ridge over there,” he gestured behind them. Nodding her agreement they stepped beside each other along the trail though his gait was broader so he was slightly ahead of her. He didn’t want to rush up the path like an over-excited teenager, but it was taking all his self-will not to grab her hand and pull her up there quickly.

All in good time, he thought to himself. Before long they’d reached the woods. Entering the bare-branched canopy, they crunched along the orange/brown carpet of leaves underfoot. He waited until they’d gotten to a secluded part off the main path before pausing and daring to break the silence. “You’ve been a siren calling out to me these past couple of months. The way you’ve teased and tempted me has not gone unnoticed. Did you think I’d let you slip away with that, young lady?”

Her eyes were large and shone brightly as she assertively replied “I don’t expect to get away with anything. It is not my place to make assumptions…Sir.” Damn; she had corrected herself before she’d made a mistake. He couldn’t punish her now. Or could he? A smile curved on his lips. “That comment you made earlier about a certain length deserves reprimanding!” She defiantly smirked and innocently replied, “You asked me a question Sir, I was merely stating my preference.”

“Soon we shall see if I measure up to your expectations,”

he jovially responded with a chuckle. “Let me inspect your delicate folds that are going to give me pleasure later…”

Intimate inspection

Reaching down he lifted the front of her dress, and in a low voice told her simply to part her legs. She complied obediently, and he brushed his fingers over her mound and slid them under the edge of the gusset. He could feel the warmth, and her soft skin was dewy beneath his fingertips. He wanted to touch her inner sweet spot and make her legs buckle. First though, he’d get her stimulated and wanting. Brushing her clitoris he rubbed circles around it softly, gauging her breathing. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her dress up.

She moaned slightly as he stroked her labia and clitoral hood. He kept up the pace, tracing his fingers in concentric circles, keeping her guessing where he’d touch next. After several minutes he wanted to see how aroused she was. Heck, his straining leathers were testimony to his own desire. Sliding his fingers in her cleft towards her opening, he felt excited that she was responding so well thus far. Her breathing had slowed and was deeper. A little purr came from her as he nestled his fingers into her tight sheath. “Oh my siren, you feel divine; I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

His fingers reached her inner front wall with its sensitive nerve endings, and he tapped gently with a come-hither motion. She was slick inside her velvety canal, and the warm juices helped his fingers slide within her. He kept working on her clitoris with his thumb as he pumped his fingers inside her sweet pulsing pussy. She was getting more turned on now, as her breathing quickened. Her mouth was slightly gaping open and she was resting her head against his shoulder.

Testing her skills

Within a few more minutes she was moaning and uttering that her orgasm was imminent. He felt her inner walls twitch and spasm around his fingers. He imagined how she’d feel around his hard shaft and closed his eyes. Falling limp and quiet momentarily, she leaned against him heavily, as he withdrew his fingers. He licked one then offered her the second. “Taste yourself,” he directed her. Again, she expedited the task without question nor delay. “Exquisite,” he murmured.

Once she was standing firmly again, he instructed her to kneel. She did so with poise and he placed his jacket under her knees. As she looked up at him, he unzipped his leather trousers. He slid his erection out from his underwear, and held her chin with his other hand.

“I’d like for you to service me, but you won’t make me cum… “

Bending her neck to him she took his thickness in between her lips. She licked his glans around the rim and flickered her tongue across his slit. Next she sucked his head and wrapped her hand around his shaft making a twisting motion around the lower part of his length.

Bobbing up and down she was lathing his cock well, and he was hardening in her mouth. He groaned as she licked the sensitive area of his frenulum. She teased him, tracing the tip of her tongue over it lightly. Once. Then again. He tensed and gripped her head. “Take me deeper, and hold me there.” Leaning forward she took his length as deep as she could, her nose almost reaching his waistline.

“Good Girl,” he smiled as she looked up at him through her long lashes. “Hold it there…” Momentarily he released her head so she could let him slide out partway. She breathed deeply and he told her simply, “that will do, for now. But I want to try another hole. Maybe two…”

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