Stuart and I reached the crest of the ridge with the late afternoon sun over one shoulder and threatening to set. The sheep were safely in their new pen behind us. In front of us stood a thin strand of trees, followed by the descent to the rocky shore on the opposite side.
"Thanks, Jess," Stuart said with a squeeze around my waist. "You were almost as helpful as Pais."
I elbowed back with a laugh. "Hey, it was my first time corralling. You gotta let a girl learn the ropes."
"Maybe you're just a slower learner than I am," he said with a challenging raise of his eyebrows.
There it was. That confidence I'd seen Stu grow into over two days of having me in his bed. He'd grown steadily more comfortable with me over every shared meal, every shared look, every stolen kiss. We'd fucked every chance we had. His knowledge of my body grew each time. Stuart mastered every physical skill he tried, sex with me was obviously no different.
I stared up into his beautiful brown eyes. "Maybe you're not as skilled a teacher as I am."
His entire body stiffened at that. "Hey. Let's see who's a better teacher, huh?" We were both giggling as we entered the canopy of pines. Our world grew slightly dimmer under their thick needles.
From above us we heard a tap-tap, tap-tap-tap of a woodpecker. My arm tightened around Stuart's toned waist. "That isn't your woodpecker Alex, is it?"
"Maybe." Stuart pretended to study it, but his hands were so busy sliding into my jacket he couldn't possibly be concentrating on the bird. "Maybe he's my own personal mistletoe, appearing every time I need extra charm."
The strand was only three or four trees thick. We'd already approached the opposite edge. "You already have plenty of charm, Stu. But if you want a kiss, my answer is always yes."
We spun together. Me rising up on the toes of my sneakers, him craning his neck down. I thought I'd never tire of how rare it was for me to rise to meet a man's lips. The kiss started soft and soon melted across our mouths and deepened into a hunger.
"What if I want more than a kiss, teacher?" Stuart breathed between us.
A few windows glowed in the valley behind us. On the other side of the ridge was only the downward slope leading to the sea. My hands crept under Stuart's jacket to press the flannel onto his shoulders. That next kiss was even deeper, hungrier, more lustful. I felt like I was clinging onto his long frame for balance. If I let go I might collapse down and tumble into the sea.
"Then take more, star student," I finally whispered.
Stuart's response was a low growl. His hands moved higher to squeeze my breasts through my shirt and bra. He pushed, pulled, guided me down the seaward side to a smooth spot in the grass before the vegetation gave way to rock. My hands busied themselves through our lustful stumbling, pulling his jacket aside, grabbing at his waist, and squeezing his ass through his jeans. Stuart peeled his jacket off, tossed it onto the ground, then laid my upper half on top of it. His hands followed to peel off my jacket and hitch my shirt higher.
His breath caught as he folded the cups of my bra to expose my nipples to the wintry air. They were pink and hard, small but erect. "Fuck, Jess.." he whispered before wrapping his lips around one in a gentle tug.
I called out. My back arched, thrusting the nipple further into Stuart's mouth and bending my head backward. Another tug of his teeth on my breast arched me back further. One of my hands buried into Stuart's short hair to hold him at my chest. The other worked at his belt buckle.
"I need you, Stu."
He groaned into my chest. He got louder when my fingers snaked past the button and into his jeans. His cock was already hard in my hand. He twitched into my palm with an impatience I felt between my thighs. I tore into the zipper and pushed his jeans down. Stuart's cock sprang between us. I stroked it in the cool air. Stuart bit into my nipple with another pulse that echoed down my body.
Tugging my hand through his hair, I pulled his mouth off my breasts with a twinge of regret, but I knew I had greater joys ahead of me. "I need you, Stu," I repeated. And pushed his body up over mine, one hand still wrapped around the shaft of his cock.
"Ohhh... Jess..." he breathed as my second hand joined the first. Two hands, gently tugging and squeezing at his cock. "Mmm... yes..."
Sliding down on his coat raised my shirt higher to my shoulders, exposing more of my chest, and brought my mouth level with the head of his cock. Stuart stayed over me in a plank. All his lean muscle made it look easy at first and the hill slope certainly helped.
I wrapped my lips around the head, then flicked it with my tongue. Both moves earned a growl and a shiver above me. I kept going, using both hands on Stuart's hips to guide him to the right height where I could slurp my way up his shaft and elicit the streams of sounds that melded beautifully with the lapping water on the rocky shore and the gentle breeze through the strand of pines. My mouth moved lower still down the length of his shaft. Stuart brought a hand to cup the back of my head, leaving just one hand to balance his weight above me. I slurped up at him and he rocked his hips until he and I were both fucking my mouth.
I finally became aware that the moans were not only his, they were mine too. I was moaning around his cock in the steady rhythm of the up-down, up-down, slurp, suck, slurp. Stuart's hand tightened on my head, then he pulled back and left me gasping.
"Fuck Jess. I need your pussy," he gasped while turning me from the coat. In hasty movements, Stuart peeled off my shirt and bra, then tugged off my shoes and then my pants. Meanwhile I pushed his shirt up to expose his stomach and tugged his pants down to his ankles. We were mostly naked on the grassy slope above the shore. "I need you," he growled as he pulled me over hip.
I straddled his hips. I was soaking wet from sucking his cock and hearing his deep groans. I wanted nothing more than to impale myself on him but first things first. Fumbling with the condom wrapper surprised me that the chilly air made my fingers so clumsy when I could barely feel it on the heat of my skin.
There. He was ready and so was I.
I rocked my hips over his to coat his head with my dripping slit. Once, twice, three times. Then pushed down. Stretching around him, molding myself to him, lowering my pussy down to the base of his shaft in one long completing stroke.
"Ohhh...." It was a beautiful feeling to be so filled up. Stuart's hands supported my ribs as I arched into it, straining my knees into the ground through his coat. The angle brought my head up and down the shore. Was that -- no, it couldn't be. But another slide of Stuart's hands to cup my breast arched my back further for an even better view. And -- yes, yes it was. A pair of hikers, packs piled high with gear and walking poles held tight, poised at the far end of the tree line.
"Stuart," I whispered. "We're being watched."