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.