Tracy walked down the wooded trail thinking about how they could have enjoyed this little hike together. Hand in hand, a kiss at this turn, a rest at that bench, Michael's body pressing hers against that wide oak. She just wanted a little quiet time to be alone with her thoughts if she couldn't be with him, but that wasn't going to happen today either. She dutifully jotted down her notes about what plants and animals to research and made a valiant attempt to keep up her end of the conversation with her companion.
Back in the Jeep, Davey made the decision to drive on into the city for lunch. She agreed, but her heart fluttered in her throat at the idea of being that close to Michael and not being able to contact him. She wondered if Davey had any inkling that her mind was elsewhere.
Tracy adjusted her sunglasses and pulled on her straw riding hat. The open jeep always made a wild mess of her brown hair, but she loved the rush of wind around her while speeding down the road - and the hat and glasses hid sufficiently hid her emotional turmoil from the man beside her.
She closed her eyes and let her mind loose. Michael was driving. Tracy smiled and he leaned over to kiss her cheek quickly. She ran her hand along his thigh until she encountered the rough feel of his zipper. Tracy gave the growing bulge underneath a gentle squeeze and giggled. He playfully slapped at her hand and told her to keep it to herself until he could find a place to pull over.
Off the highway and down a county road, Michael turned onto a dirt road that was clearly rarely used and was hidden from prying eyes. He parked underneath a large shade tree.
"Now let's see what it was you were trying to accomplish earlier, " he teased.
"Just wanted to give you a little freedom and fresh air - that's all. Like this. . ." Tracy unzipped his pants and freed his member from the restraining material. "Doesn't that feel better?"
"Yes, it does. Let me show you how much better." Michael leaned over onto the passenger side and reached down beneath her seat. She felt the seat slide fully back. "Push the top back," he said "and lean the seat back."
Tracy obliged. She leaned back with the seat and watched him through half-closed eyes. He slid her skirt up and she felt his long fingers stroke up her inner thighs.
"Open for me," he ordered, "I want to feel to see whether or not you are ready to deal with the situation you've created."
She parted her legs for him. His fingers encountered her warm mound and he slid a fingertip into the waiting wetness.
"Ummm, " she moaned, "and what do you think?"
"I think I need to take advantage of that hot pussy you've been hiding from me and you need to take advantage of this nice hard cock, don't you?"
"Definitely. So slow and steady, or fast and furious, or are you going to throw in some fancy moves to impress me since it's been so long?"
"What's your preference? I aim to please."
Tracy reached up and pulled his face down toward hers. She kissed him gently, slowly, tenderly. She moved one of her hands to wrap around his erection. She whispered in his ear, "How about you just claim me again this first time? Slide that hard cock up into me until I beg you to stop. Own me with it. Use it to make my body yours. Remember how well we fit together? How you stretch me out?"
"Damn, woman - what does that mean?"
"It means fuck me like you own me. That's what I want." Tracy replied, "A good hard screw."
Michael nodded his understanding. He eased himself over to her side of the vehicle. "Not a lot of room to work with, Lady."
Tracy stroked his rock hard cock with her hands. He groaned in appreciation and told her to slow down or it wouldn't make it to her slick, warm pussy.
She pushed herself further up the seat back to give him room. He pushed up her shirt and pulled down her bra cups, exposing her breasts to the open air. He suckled one of her nipples, then nipped gently at its hardened bud. He slid a finger into her pussy and felt it tighten around it as he worked her breast with his teeth and tongue. She moaned in frustration and pushed against his hand wanting more.
"Open further now," he commanded. "Spread those legs wide for me and keep them that way."
She moved her feet and braced them against whatever she could get a foothold on. Her lower body was lifted toward him. He fingered her rhythmically, watching his fingers slide in and out as she lifted herself against them. Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped in agony when he leaned down and sucked her clit against his teeth.
"No dick until you come for me, Tracy" he teased. "Cum for me and I'll fuck you hard and fast. I'll pump it until you're full of my cum and you're begging me to stop, but you have to give me this first. Give it up for me. Let's see you grind against my fingers. Work them so I know you really want that cock."
"No cum until you fuck me," she answered. "I can play this game, too. I can whisper in your ear every dirty little thing I want to do for you and to you till you can't help but plug up that warm hole with your cock. I can tell you how I need to suck your cock until my jaws ache and you have to hold them open for me, so you can fuck my mouth. How I want to learn to deep-throat you until you shoot off down my throat. Or how about spreading open my ass-cheeks and reaming out that hot, tight asshole with your cock? Think about how tight that will be, how you're the only one that has ever done that. About how you make me crave it, and how you can spank me until I'm pushing and fucking myself in the ass with your hard cock."
"Tease," he growled.
"Not a tease, Michael. I just know what I need. Fuck me. Watch your cock go in and out, give my ass a good slap or two, so you can feel my pussy tighten around it. Watch me rub my little nub in time with your pumping or roll and pinch my breasts with your fingertips while you are inside me."
Michael rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. He dipped it in slowly at first, wetting it down with her juices. He pushed in further and felt her tighten around him. He watched as his cock pumped into her. He saw her reach down and begin to rub at her clit while he was penetrating her. He looked up to see her smiling at his watching. "Touch your breasts."
Tracy did. He watched her stretch and pinch the nipples -harder than he would have imagined would be pleasurable. She really did enjoy a little pain, then. Seeing this, he gave her lifted ass a good hard smack. She responded by trying to hasten his pace and spreading herself out wider for him. He wet his finger and worked at her clit while fucking her. She bucked wildly when he began to get a little rough. He pinched her pussy lips together cruelly and then slapped at her mound, gently at first, then harder as she began to respond.
