My cheeks grew hotter the further I got into the forest. It had been a month since my friend told me about the meadow she had visited, how she had been so thoroughly taken care of by the men who found her waiting there at twilight, naked and already glistening. I almost tripped over the footpath, eager as I was to reach my destination.
I'd heard rumors about this place, the Satyr's Meadow. I thought it was an urban legend, something made up by horny guys wanting to get laid in the woods. But I trusted my friend, and there was no way she was making up that satisfied, far away twinkle in her eye when she recounted her experience.
Of course, I was halfway worried they wouldn't want me, as plump as I am. I'm a large woman by any standard, surpassing what most men are talking about when they say they like curves. I have a big belly and big soft breasts with wide areolas, and my nipples don't point perkily to the sky like it seems every woman in porn has. But I liked my body, and more importantly, I was so deeply and profoundly horny. It had been ages since my last good fuck, and I was tired of the apps and the losers who wouldn't even talk to me before demanding nudes. I liked the idea of presenting my wet pussy to the night air and seeing who came along to taste it. I was willing to try, even if the night ended with me sad and wanting and going home unfucked in the morning. I had to try.
Bethany had told me where to park my car, and what to wear--a loose dress that was easy to take off when I got there, but not to skimp on shoes as the path was bumpy--and I dutifully followed her instructions. My huge breasts swung rather wildly as I hastened along the path, with no support or bra to speak of. The movement of my breasts under the fabric had my nipples hard and wanting as I approached the clearing. I had been wet and wanting all day, but without any panties on, my thighs were coated with my arousal as I took my first step into the small forest clearing.
I took a moment to look around and catch my breath, letting my eyes adjust. The meadow was smaller than I expected, and I suddenly became more worried that I would have to deal with competition from some thinner woman with perkier breasts. The sky was a dark purple, the stars already twinkling above as I tentatively walked into the center of the small space.
I hiked my dress up and lowered myself to my knees, sitting back to quickly take off my shoes and place them a few feet away. The grass was surprisingly soft, more like a blanket of a deep, spongey moss than grass. My shoes removed, I sat back on my feet and grabbed the hem of my long dress, crossing my arms and lifting it off over my head.
Naked, with the moss touching my plump center and already starting to get coated with my slick, I tremblingly put my dress right side out, folded it, and placed it neatly on top of my discarded shoes. For some reason, I didn't want anyone to think I wasn't a neat person.
I took a deep breath, resting my hands on my breasts and nervously playing with my nipples. Was I really doing this, presenting myself in the lonely dark for anyone to come use me? After coming all that way, I was nervous, but determined to get laid. I wanted to go back to work on Monday looking as goofy and satisfied as Bethany had. I'm not certain I've ever felt that way after getting laid before.
My heart rate somewhat slowed, I got up on my knees and put my hands out on the plush moss in front of me, my breasts now dangling heavily in front of me. I had loosely braided my long brown hair, and it too hung down, waving slightly and whispering across my wide areola.
With a bit of effort, I canted my head down and forward, widened my back legs, and presented my wet, dripping mess of a hairy pussy to the cool night air. The position brought my pussy lips slightly open, spread feeling heavenly already as more of my pink core was exposed to the night air.
I tried to just breathe and fend off any thoughts that no one would come, or some prettier, thinner woman would stumble upon my prone form and set up shop next to me. Mostly my vagina clenched on nothing, desperate as I was to be filled up with the cock of a strange man. Or was he a creature? I found it didn't much matter as long as he wanted to fuck me.
I didn't hear him approach until I could sense someone's presence behind me, my skin prickling at the nearness. I licked my lips and shivered, clenching my pussy on nothing and waiting for him to do something.
I heard a rustling and felt him get down low to the ground, and then, mercifully, I felt large warm hands placed on either side of my exposed slit. I gasped at the touch, and couldn't help but groan as he pulled outwards, my pussy coming unglued as my slit spread open for him to view.
He placed his thumbs just inside my labia and stretched me even further, and I arched back into his touch. I was aching for him to do something else, until I felt him blow on my exposed slit, my pussy pulsing at the sensation of being stretched wide, my heart hammering with arousal at being so exposed and so examined.
One hand left to explore further, sliding up my labia until he found my clit. He blew on that too, and I moaned at the teasing gust of air until he stuck his tongue out and tasted it. His tongue was warm and long, and he took languishing slurps from the bottom of my slit up to my clit before circling around and using the point of his tongue to push back my clitoral hood. My clit was throbbing so hard and I was absolutely gushing, I could feel as long strings of my own slick stretched down to meet the mossy ground.
"Get up," he grunted, and I was momentarily shocked. Bethany hadn't mentioned them talking, and I wasn't expecting to hear his deep, firm voice. But the pleasure at being so commanded thrilled me, and I was eager to comply, though a small bit disappointed he still hadn't entered me.
I pushed up off my hands and straightened my back, my knees still firmly in the moss. Before I could push up, I felt him press up behind me and snake his hands around to my front. My head fell back in the pleasure of the touch, and landed against his furred chest. My eyes closed as I panted there, and felt his hard length at my lower back, him much taller than me even while we both knelt.
His large warm hands closed around my breasts, and he let the weight of them settle into his palms before starting to run his fingers around my wide areolas, which started to contract at the brush of his fingertips. He gripped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled, before taking up the same with the other. Having sensitive nipples, I felt jolts of pleasure surge down my core as I clenched my whole body in delight.
I felt his mouth on my neck as he started kissing and sucking me there, the wiry scruff of his facial hair adding another layer of sensation. I groaned, and before I could help myself, I whimpered out, "fuck me, please."
As soon as the words left my needy mouth, his exploration of my neck and his firm working of my nipples stopped abruptly. He was utterly still, the only movement I could feel was his steady breathing and the twitch of his hard cock on my back.
I had half a mind to stutter out an apology for my error, when he suddenly had his arm under my knees and lower back and was picking me up and walking away with me. My arms instinctively went around his neck. Worrying I would fall, I didn't even have time to clock that he had effortlessly picked me up off the ground.
