He held my hand gently as we walked down the hiking trail. I glanced around at the beauty surrounding us, caught off guard when he shoved me to the side.
"Wha..." He kept pushing me until I was backed into a tree, the bark scraping my back through my thin, gauzy shirt. His hands were on my shoulders, firmly pressing me into the tree until the bark dug into my back. "What are..." Joe smashed his lips into mine, kissing me harshly, one hand now roughly gathering my hair. His body was pressed up against me, and he forced his leg between mine, rubbing my crotch. I wrapped my arms around him, but he pulled them away and pinned them above my head. He was kissing me passionately, fondling my breasts with one hand. My pussy responded and began aching. I bucked my hips and rubbed my sex against his leg, shamelessly turned on as Joe licked my neck and sucked on my earlobe. I let out a breathless, "Oh," beyond excited, in both ways, that he was finally making a move.
We had met a couple weeks prior and since day one, I had been waiting for him to fuck me. We discussed it quite explicitly, and something told me it would be memorable.
My mouth found his once more and I slid my tongue into his mouth. He grunted and nipped my bottom lip sensuously, slowly pulling back. Holding my face, he kissed me softly before releasing me and simply walking away. He just...walked away. From that. From me. I was enraged, pent up, frustrated, and a little too ready to be fucked mercilessly. I was not in the mood to be teased. "Okay asshole," I called out. He smiled at me and held out his hand once more. I ignored it and walked past him. We finished the trail in silence; I was pouting. I enjoyed being submissive but that day I just wanted to be fucked.
When we returned to the campsite, Joe pulled me to him, hugging me tightly. I left my ars at my sides. He looked at me.
"Would you like me to fuck you now?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied sulkily. I was angry, but I needed release more than I needed my pride. He grinned and kissed me. Taking my hand, he led me to the van where the seats were folded down in the back. I sat on the edge of the "bed" and waited for him to kick off his shoes, admiring his body as he did so. He leaned down into a kiss, and shoved me onto my back. I grinned. This is what I wanted! Straddling me, he began kissing me roughly, and I opened my legs wide in invitation, so he could settle his jean-covered cock against my already throbbing pussy. He kissed and nipped my neck, my shoulders, my earlobes, and finally the top of my breasts. He kissed lower, his chin moving down my shirt. I moaned as I felt my nipples tightening, ready to be teased. He looked up to kiss me once more, but I pushed his head back down in an impatient gesture.
He smiled broadly and pulled my shirt over my head. He held my tits and began teasing them with relish. I held my head up to watch him, breaths coming rapidly, but when he began sucking my nipples into his mouth, my head fell back and my eyes closed in pleasure. I gripped his hair, pressing him closer to my breasts. He kissed between them and buried his face there. I had always thought motorboating was crude, but god did it feel good. I moaned for him, and he grunted into my chest, continuing onto my other breast while squeezing and cupping the other.
