I pressed my back into the warm leather seat as Markus guided the car over the bumpy dirt road. The sun hung low, casting long, trembling shadows between the first trees. He had picked me up without asking where we were going. I let it happen, a silent surrender. My hands lay folded in my lap, knuckles white with tension, but between my legs I already felt a damp, pulling throb. The scent of leather and his heavy aftershave filled the car, mingling with the smell of dry grass and resin drifting in through the open window. I breathed deeply, trying to exhale the nervousness, but my heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird, and my pussy began to feel wet and hot, as if it already knew what was coming.
The Path into the Forest
“It’s nice here,” he said, turning off the engine. I heard the crackling of leaves, the soft rustle of foliage. Nothing but nature around us. And silence. The silence that had long gone dead in my marriage. A bird called, another answered. The wind brushed gently over the car’s roof. Markus turned to me, his hand settling on my neck. His fingers were warm, determined, and I felt my nipples stiffen under my blouse. “You’re trembling,” he whispered. His thumb stroked my throat, and I felt my pussy get wet, a warm gush that was noticeable through my jeans.
I swallowed. “It’s cool.” He smiled, but his gaze remained serious, greedy. “You know why we’re here.” I knew. For weeks we had danced around this moment, at parties, at coffee dates, while our partners chatted unsuspectingly. Now the dance was over. I felt his thumb, gently stroking my throat, a gesture meant to calm me yet awakening every fiber of my body. It burned between my legs. I turned my head to look at him, and in his eyes lay a desire that both frightened and drew me in. I knew, soon he would fuck me, and I wanted it more than anything.
The Touch
His lips found mine, soft at first, then demanding, his tongue pushing between my teeth. I sank into the kiss, felt his hand glide over my throat, lower, until it reached the hem of my blouse. I held my breath as his fingers undid the buttons, one by one. The air on my skin was cool, but his mouth was hot. He kept kissing me while his hands opened the blouse and pushed it over my shoulders. The fabric rustled softly as I moved slightly to help him. His lips wandered to my ear, nibbling gently on the earlobe, while his fingers slid down the straps of my bra. I shivered as his warm breath traced along my neck, and my nipples, hard as little stones, pressed against the fabric.
“I want you,” he said, the words a promise against my ear. I nodded, unable to speak, as a gush of moisture seeped from my pussy, soaking my panties. His hands were everywhere, pushing the fabric aside, finding my bra. I helped him undo the clasps, and suddenly I was half-naked before him, my breasts freed, my nipples hard and erect under his greedy gaze. He brushed a kiss on my shoulder, then on my collarbone, and I felt goosebumps spread under his tongue. My hands ran through his hair as he bent lower and took my breast into his mouth.
I moaned loudly as his tongue circled, licked, sucked. His teeth nibbled gently on the hard tip, and a bolt of lust shot straight into my clit. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him tighter against me. The desire shot through me like a flame, uncontrolled. I felt how wet I already was as he opened my pants and pulled them over my hips. The zipper made a sharp sound that echoed in the silence of the forest. He helped me out of my jeans, and for a moment I was only in my thin panties, already dark with wetness. He grinned when he saw the spot, and with one motion, he removed that last barrier too. The cool air caressed my bare pussy, making me shiver, but his gaze, sweeping over my body, was hot sun. My labia were swollen, wet and ready, and I spread my legs a little to give him a better view.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered hoarsely, and his fingers immediately found my slit. He stroked through the moist lips, dipped a finger inside me. I gasped as he felt my hot, tight pussy. “So tight and hot. That’s exactly what I came here for.” His finger pushed deeper, and I bit my lip as he filled me. He pulled his finger out and licked it off, an obscene act that made me even wetter. “You taste fucking good,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me, his own taste on my tongue.
The Union
He straightened up, opened his own clothes, and then he was over me, naked and ready. His skin smelled of salt and something sharp I couldn’t name, but his cock was the only thing I saw. It was thick, long, the glistening tip wet, and I felt my pussy twitch with desire. I spread my legs wide as he moved over me. His cock brushed my thigh, and I flinched. It was so real, so close. I placed my hands on his chest, felt his heart racing under my fingertips. His breath was shallow as he bent over me and kissed me again, this time deeper, more probing.
“Slowly,” I whispered, but I wanted to feel him deep inside me. He nodded, his eyes searching mine, and then he positioned the tip of his cock at my wet opening. I felt the head press against my labia and held my breath. Then he entered, inch by inch. I bit my lip as he filled me. It was a feeling of fullness, of strangeness, of sin. My pussy stretched to take him in, the walls gripping him tight, wet and hot. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation: the warmth, the stretch, the slight pull mixed with pure lust. He paused when he was fully inside me, his balls pressing against my perineum, and I felt him tense to control himself. “Damn, you feel like heaven,” he groaned. Then he began to move, a steady rhythm that pulled me along. Each thrust drove his cock deeper,
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