A Walk in the Woods

It was the perfect thickness and just made me feel full. I didn’t even notice how cold it was outside. At one point, I looked up and saw a jogger just a few feet from us.

That’s how Jasmine described it. She’d told her friend she was meeting a guy she’d found on a website and texted that friend just before she left the house to get in his car. She didn’t know exactly what would happen, but she knew he wanted sex, that she wanted sex.

Jasmine was 24 and living with her aunt. She was about 5’6”, with olive skin and deep, brown eyes. Her hair was long and black and her smile was mischievous, even when she was just happy. Her body was curvy, with ample hips and a very round ass. Her breasts were large and flowed out of whatever top she wore.

That day, she wore blue jeans and a black, tight top. The top was cut low and the curve of her breasts was almost bursting out. She was inviting, if also a bit shy.

The man she met, Alan, was 40 and about 5’8.” His hair was dark and his brown eyes were framed by tortoise shell glasses. He was fit from running. He was typically quiet, but Jasmine had awakened a new spirit in him.

When she got in the car, he immediately pulled her to him and kissed her. He couldn’t resist her full lips and the red lipstick she wore. He wanted her. His arousal was already apparent through his khaki pants. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. She felt the heat of him through the cotton pants and boxer briefs.

He asked her where to go, and she gave him some options of quiet, semi-private places where they might spend a few moments together alone.

He drove first to the lake spot, imagining looking out at the water while her mouth worked his cock. They parked and noticed several other cars, no clear place to go. By then, she’d worked the zipper down on his pants, and she told him she’d blow him right there, but it made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

As they backtracked and then found the curvy road near her house, she pushed his boxer briefs down and was stroking the thick shaft of his rock hard cock. He focused on the road, and she took turns looking at his face and admiring the throbbing flesh in her hand. She loved the sight of his pre-cum, and imagined how he’d taste on her tongue.

He just missed the turn that was the start of a walking trail. She looked up and told him to find a way to turn around and go back.

He complied, turned the car around, and parked it in the grassy spot near the gate that led to the trail.

As soon as the car was completely parked, he pulled her head to him, pulled her mouth to his, and tasted her hot breath, her desire, her hunger. His lips on her, his tongue dancing against hers. She squeezed his cock, stroked it, felt him grow even harder, larger in her hands.

He thought they might just fuck right there, but she pulled back from him and said they should take a walk.

He placed his still-hard cock back in his pants, zipped, and laughed at the bulge he couldn’t hide.

As they walked through the gate, he pulled her to him again, could not get enough of kissing her. The ground was wet and the sky was cloudy. It was the cold of an early spring day, and he didn’t know exactly what he was looking for.

They passed trees and bushes and shrubs and clearings and he kept assessing the landscape, trying to decide where they might hide for just a few moments.

Finally, after taking a turn and walking a bit, he saw a growth of trees surrounded by some bristly brush. He took her hand and led her into the area. He had to clear some low branches, but they both had room to stand. He turned and looked, and could see the trail, but also felt there was sufficient cover to shield them from too much suspicion.

He placed his hands on her waist, pulled her to him, felt her ample breasts against his chest as he kissed her, let his hands slip down to the wondrous curve of her ass. She was eager and hungry and her lips met his with desire.

He looked into her deep, dark eyes and unzipped his pants. Without saying a word, she knelt in front of him, pulled his cock out of his pants. He felt the sting of a cool breeze, but admiring his eyes kept his cock hard as a rock. She flicked the head of his cock, wet with pre-cum, with her tongue. She planted kisses up and down his shaft. She cupped his balls with her hand, then took a moment with each one in her mouth. Licked all the way back up, sucked gently on the thick, round head of him.

He stood and admired her. Noticed one walker passing by who didn’t even turn a head. Then, he placed a hand underneath her chin, urged her to stand. Kissed her lips, and told her to turn around. He placed his hands around her, unbuttoned her jeans, and she worked them down. No panties. Her glorious ass in front of him. He stood there, cock huge and glistening. His hand rubbed her ass, then found its way to her dripping wet pussy. A finger slipped inside her, and with his other hand, he placed a finger, then two into her tight asshole. She moaned a quiet moan and he rubbed his cock against her ass.

He was pushing inside her now, hand on her waist. All the way in, filling her up. He felt thick and hard and wonderful and she couldn’t remember a cock that had felt this good, this perfect inside her.

He was thrusting hard, looking at the trail, looking at her ass. He got lost, and the sun peaked out and shone upon them. The brief warmth and the thrill of the cool outdoors sent him over the edge. His cum was thick and shot deep into her aching pussy. She relished the feel of his thrusts, the power he’d used to take her, his sheer confidence.

He pulled out, and she turned around and licked him clean. She stood and kissed him, and he worked his pants back up. She buttoned her jeans. They took the trail back to the car, talking and laughing.

He drove her home, her hand resting on his semi-hard cock. She kissed him when he parked in her driveway and told him she would be available at the same time next week.