"Here," He says.
"Here?" I am incredulous. It seems so wrong, but with my entire being I want to say yes. Some part of me tries to hold back.
"Yes, here. I want you now."
I can feel my face get hot, my legs press together. I want him too.
"Okay. What... what do you want me to do?"
He steps close to me, eyeing me up and down. His hands reach roughly for my sweater, and he begins to take it off. He disregards my carefully stitched buttons. They pop off and I can hear the stretching of the cream-colored fabric as it is hastily undone.
"Take it all the way off," He tells me.
I do so, feeling shaky and flustered. My heart is beating a million miles a minute. If only I didn't find him so devastatingly handsome, so attractive, this might be easier, but looking at his face and seeing that he desires me feels like looking at the sun.
"Mmmm." He sighs a bit. I can tell he likes this, that he likes what he sees as he gazes at my body.
He moves to my skirt. I am surprised as he yanks it down in one hard pull. It falls, pooling at my feet and leaving me exposed in only my underwear. I wonder if my skirt is okay. Cashmere sweater off, all that's left is my bra and panties.
I am now acutely aware of the fact that we are outdoors. It feels incredibly wrong. Someone could come along. Sure, we are off the beaten path here in the wooded area but it is certainly possible. My breath catches in my throat.
He comes close to me, and I can smell his cologne, a sweet, musky, yet clean scent. I want him.
"What to do, what to do," He smiles. "Looks like we're in quite the predicament here. I've just got to do something with this beautiful girl in front of me, in nothing but her underwear."
I can't help moaning quietly.
He gently brings the straps of my bra off my shoulders. "Good girls don't do this," He says, "Only bad girls do this. Are you a good girl?"
I don't get time to answer or think because before I know it he's ripped my bra off my body as quickly as he can, plopping my breasts out of the cups and yanking it around to undo it. He throws it down on the dirt.
He grips my breasts, fondling them roughly, squeezing them, feeling their weight, flicking, poking and prodding them- doing whatever he pleases to them. Right now they are tits and nothing more. The look on his face makes me melt.
"Come on, sweetheart. I know you can get these nipples harder for me." He circles them with his fingertips, puts his finger in his mouth to get it wet and then gently traces them, lightly flicking and then pinching hard.
He rips my panties down with force and grabs my hips, assessing. "Mmmm. You know, good girls don't let their panties down outside. Do you know that?"
I moan in pleasure at his commanding words.
"Spread your legs."
I spread them, feeling the breeze pass between them. It is an odd sensation, an incredibly freeing one. I'm so wet and horny I can feel my pussy pulsing for him.
He approves. He moves closer to me and runs his hands up my thighs, pinching them. I yelp.
"Look at this pretty little pussy. Pretty, pink little pussy. Hmm, looks like it needs a little attention. It's all wet and it's getting even more pink. Should we see more?" He kneels down, taking both hands and spreading my pussy lips apart. "Mmmm... should we taste?"
"Yes, god yes!" I buck my hips toward his face.
He palms me roughly, touching my cunt all over, and then slowly traces along my labia and dips a finger shallowly into me.
He stands and puts his fingers to my lips. "Taste then."
I taste greedily, sucking his fingers, staring into his eyes that burn with desire.
"Step out of your panties and give them to me."
I do so, urgently. He puts them deep into his pocket.
"For later," He winks. "Lay down." His voice is deeper. I can tell his want is growing.
I lay down, without concern, but then the indiscretion of laying down in the dirt hits me. I can feel the grass against my skin. I can even feel some mud at my feet. I am amazed again at how the breeze feels. I want to touch myself. I brush my hair out of my face.
He stands above me, pants down and shirt off now, cock out. He is hard as a rock, and stroking himself. I close my eyes and turn my head. This is so much, I can hardly take it. I touch myself instinctively. I rub my clit and start to moan. I open my eyes to look at him.
