You have come to pick me up, promising me an adventure. This is our first outing together for an extended period, and we are both nervous about it, but we managed to arrange extra time off together. You haven't told me where we are going, only what to pack. Jeans, hiking boots, a bathing suit .... usual gear for me, except for the bathing suit. I wonder as I pack my things where you are whisking me off to - - - - especially since I know you are generally full of surprises.
You arrive, and I notice that your car is packed to the hilt with camping gear. "Where are we going??" I ask as I toss my bag in to join the other stuff.
"Never you mind ..." you smile at me.
Ah ..... mystery. I get it. I climb into the seat next to you, my excitement and anticipation growing. You lean over to me and give me a quick kiss. It feels good just to be in your presence. You know that during the week I am so focused on being everything but a woman, you pay extra attention to the details that make me feel special.
As we drive and talk about things in our lives, good and bad, you absent-mindedly reach over and put your hand on my thigh, stroking my leg with your thumb. I look down at your hand and remember the last place it had been. I suddenly feel myself flush, the warmth rising up my neck. You notice, and ask, "Are you too warm, hon??"
"No...." I blush hotly, but inside I'm thinking , "Don't you dare move your hand!!!"
I look over at you, still engaged in conversation, but my brain is now taking you in. You've worn a dress shirt, casually rolled up at the sleeves. You must've come straight from teaching. I love that look ..... so formally casual. I fight the urge to reach over and jerk the front of the shirt open, sending the buttons flying. I love looking at you, gazing at your face as you talk to me. I suddenly realize that in my reverie, I have run my hand down your arm to the hand lying on my thigh. You clasp my hand in yours, our fingers intertwining. Ummmm ..... that feels so good. Just holding hands with you feels so good to me.
I haven't really paid much attention to where we are going until you turn the car off of the main highway onto a two-lane road. "Okay," I finally say to you, "where are you taking me??"
"You said that you wanted me to teach you about being outdoors," you reply. "I am starting this off easy by taking you camping by the lake."
I smile broadly .... you, me, a tent, the stars ...... did I just die and go to heaven?? I suddenly find myself wishing my son was with us. He loves camping.
Your voice breaks into my thoughts: "I thought we'd see if this new place I found is any good, then we can bring Jake with us next time." We are becoming almost too good of friends .... you are beginning to read my mind.
We pull off this road onto a dirt road .... going slowly until we come to a thicket of trees. You pull under the trees and stop, exiting the car. I get out as well, and hear the gentle lapping of water. Making my way toward the sound, the thicket of trees opens to reveal a small, gorgeous clearing. We are in a park, I can see other campers nearby, but still this spot feels so secluded. We set up camp ... you are having to be so patient since I know very little about this. This day is warm, begging me to put on my suit and go lay beside the lake for a bit of sun. I sneak into the tent while you are doing something else ..... or at least, I THINK you are doing something else!
As I pull my clothing from me, I hear the tent-flap unzip. I feel you enter the tent and you slide up behind me, helping me with the last of my clothing. "That's more like it!" you whisper, running your hands up and down my naked body. "I was wondering when I was going to get to see you!"
Suddenly, I am in no mood to make love. I want to fuck. Pure, simple, animalistic. I have been hot for you the entire trip, and now, with your mouth on my earlobe, I can take it no longer. I turn, and run my hand inside the waistband of your pants, undoing the button. I unzip them and with one motion, pull them to your ankles along with your underwear. You are already hard, but I take your cock in my mouth and begin to suck you gently, feeling you thrust against my mouth. I look up at you from my kneeling position, lick the underside of your cock, and whisper, "I want you to fuck me."
The surprise on your face says it all. I have never asked that in this manner. I have not shown this side of me before. For an instant, I don't know whether you will take me, or take off! I sigh in relief as you kneel down and push me back, grabbing my legs to hold around you. I feel your cock fill me instantly. No foreplay is necessary for me this time - - - - I am already sopping wet. "UGGHNNNGG!" I groan as you thrust inside me.