Tristan and Atlanta kissed passionately, young lovers out for an evening stroll. They were perfect together, everyone thought so, and everyone knew that they were destined for marriage in only a month! Twenty and nineteen respectively, the two were obviously in love, they didn't even notice the passage of time as evening began to blend into night.
Suddenly Tristan looked up at the sky, realizing just how much time had passed and the danger that they were in, alone in an open field.
"You need to get home," he told Atlanta tightly.
"No," she whispered, pressing herself against him, her soft bosom almost making him forget the danger.
"No Atlanta... Not again," he said, he could feel his blood starting to boil as she pressed her soft body against him, her lips only inches away from his as she looked at him with wide eyes.
"Please Tristan," she murmured, and he heard the rustle of clothe as her skirt fell to the ground.
"Stop," he said, closing his eyes tightly against the sight of her loosening her bodice, her pale breasts spilling out, white in the growing darkness, "It was an accident the first time. It should have never happened, it will never happen again."
"But I liked it," her voice was husky, throaty, and when she pressed up against him again, he knew she was naked.
He didn't have the will or the sense to resist as she started to undress him, his eyes went skyward, not even paying attention to what was happening to his body. Atlanta realized that time was short and she quickly pulled off his clothes, spreading out the clothe over the ground where she wanted to lay. Tristan's breathing was heavy, his eyes on the sky as the moon began to rise.
Quickly, Atlanta pulled him down on top of her, her thighs spreading... she was already wet as she remembered the last time. Pulling him against her, Atlanta wiggled until she felt his dick at the entrance of her pussy, with a groan she began to work him into her. It was harder without his help, he was becoming lost in his own mind...