I walk down the forest path slowly, deliberately. Looking round, I spot you darting behind a tree, but I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I turn to face you, dark eyes gazing down over your body, breathing softly, the warm breath escaping from my lips and beginning to speak in a deeper tone than I would normally use:
"Hello there...,"
You sigh, impressed by this prelude to pleasure, unable to resist as I cross my arms over my chest and observe you closely. I sense the sweet breath exhaled from your mouth as I move boldly towards you, my hands dropping to my side. My eyes gaze into yours, lips pressing tightly together. You sense something momentous in the dark eyes glancing down your body. Your figure is being sized up closely.Each curve is being assessed as those calculating eyes move back up your body. I continue walking and circle your figure as you stand before me, regarding me pensively, luxuriating in my presence. I find myself walking around you, making a complete circle as I continue.
My eyes flicker as I glance down over your lower body, seeing the rounded curve, that is the focus of my attention as I stand directly behind you. I reach out with one hand and place it lightly upon your shoulder, squeezing, my fingers digging into your flesh. You cannot move under the hypnotic gaze as I lean up slightly to you, my chest pressing into your back, warm breath lightly blowing against your hair, forcing strands away from your head flowing with the stream of my warm, moist exhalation. I whisper softly to you:
"What is it...," pausing for effect..." that you seek?"
I slip my hand from you and stand back up straight, turning away, noticing the entranced look in your eyes, as you seek to absorb my words. You struggle to find the sensation of my language as it sets tremors running on your skin, bathing in the lustre of this presence. You look up anxious that your neglect will leave you deprived of my mastery and smile a thin smile as I glance back over my shoulder. I tilt my head slightly as I again turn around to face you, my hands slipping up to my chest where I. crossing them slowly, watching you, arms folded. Your heart palpitates and you start like a rabbit caught in the headlights of my gaze. My fingers dig into the flesh of my arm, pressing tightly into the skin. My chest slowly lifts and falls with each breath that I take disrupting the stillness.
You sway across the forest floor, heading for the jungle stream, there to bathe amongst the lilies. I gaze away from you towards the dense trees that surround us, listening for the proximate wild life exploring their environment. Dark eyes return piercingly to you, watching you move slowly as you shed your clothing and lay it on a handy bush, shyly concealing yourself. My body remains facing towards you, turning slightly each time you move, eyes watching you closely, gazing over your figure as you reveal yourself. I lift my head slightly as your hands cover the warmth between your legs, the fullness of the oval shape of your cupping hands causing my breath to hold in my chest. I squint slightly, gazing into your eyes as you glance over at me, casting your eyes through the foliage of the bush.
I take a measured step forward. My boots carry me through the grass. Jeans fit snuggly around my hips. A dark black shirt hides the power of my chest. My hand reach out and captures the bud of a small flower as I move closer to the waters. You giggle, wondering if, in the forest darkness, the squint is accompanied by a hump, turning to bathe, your cleavage in the cool waters, partly concealed by the water lilies. Your laugher echoes softly around the clearing. I stop at the edge of the water, my eyes remaining fixed on you, hands slipping to my sides -- grabbing at the shirt and pulling it out slightly to remove it from the jeans. I slip it up, revealing my flat stomach. You gasp at the strength rippling through the muscles under the surface of my flesh.
You stand stock still in the water, letting your hands freeze on the contours of your soft body, watching the shirt lifted up further ... my chest fully exposed, only for my arms to lift the shirt up over my head, dropping the fabric down to the land below. You look down shyly on seeing the powerful torso displayed before you, letting your hands fall by your sides. My eyes take advantage of your modesty to gaze down at your exposed cleavage, breasts partly hidden under the surface of the water. I watch as the clear liquid lightly splashes against you, the clarity allows your shape to be seen, but the details remain blurred and thus even more intriguing.
A morning mist drifts across the clearing, hiding me from view and settling over the little pool. Will we find ourselves blind people clenching in a white darkness? I turn my head slightly and, glancing down at a large rock next to me, lift one foot up. I slowly undo the boot, unlacing to loosen the fit and slipping it off You hide in the lily pads and push a hand through your hair as my hands slip to my belt. I pull at the leather, loosening it from my hips, feeling the tightness ease. My fingers grab at the buttons of my jeans, quickly undoing them. I take hold of the zipper and slide it down its track, allowing the jeans open up exposing my flesh. I turn leaving my back facing you and bend over to push the jeans down. My backside is exposed towards you, the firmness of my figure revealed as I slip the jeans off my legs.
A hand reaches up to touch my naked calf and I glance back over my shoulder at you. My dark hair glistens in the sunlight as I walk behind the rock facing you, the rock hiding everything below my stomach. You blush to think of the puissance hidden there and inadvertently lick your lips, a nervous gesture. Yet it is a movement that could be construed as impatient passion, since you move out from your hiding place in the water, allowing me the first clear sight of your breasts. Inhaling deeply, my pupils dilate slightly. Quickly I run up the rock, climbing its strength only to leap off, jumping into the water with a great splash. The waves of my body hitting the water sweep up against you, but my distance from you allows only a gentle surge of water against your body. You look to my flat stomach and the shadow of my sex under the water, as you settles on a rock in the shallows and comb your wet hair.
The jump causes me to sink into the water, dunking my body beneath the surface. I turn, swimming towards you. You observe me rippling under the water, reaching out, fingers extended to graze against your calf ever so lightly. The first touch of your flesh is a revelation that halts me in my stride, causing me to rise up, spluttering, shaking my hair. The coughing stops and you find dark eyes again gazing into yours, head tilting downwards. I see your body is light in the water. I could easily reach out to grasp you and pull you towards me. Your eyes flash warning at me in the semi darkness of the forest dawn, eyes masking unconsummated passion. I stand in the water, rising up so the water covers me up to my hips. My eyes gaze directly at you, challenging you to part your thighs in the shallows, where a moistening groove awaits my inspection. I reach out with my hand, resting it flat upon your cheek, cupping your head. The water drips from my hand onto your flesh. My lips part lightly, warm breath escaping against your lips as we kiss.
You make to lie beneath me, simulating missionary submission, your thighs wrapping around my hips. I lean in slightly towards you, my lower lip quivers slightly. I lean into you as you lay back, feeling your legs pulling my hips hard against you. I press against you and your inquisitive hand reaches down to touch that straying hardness and to direct it to the sleek channel awaiting it. It is a soft hand, a teasing hand that causes me to tilt my head as I lean in further. Our lips brushing together. I lean in further for a complete kiss, the warmth of my flesh grazing over yours, eyes wide open looking into yours. A gentle hand, rubs up and down, as your eyes lock onto mine. You complete the movement, leaning back into me, my lips finding yours, kissing you with passionate strength. I push your head back into the rock, my lips eager upon yours as a soft moan escapes into your mouth from mine, echoing into nothingness, bringing you where you desire to be.
The sensation of your hand upon me, leads to a hardening of my sex within your grasp. I slip in between your spread thighs, causing gentle waves to flow through the shallows, reflected in the shivering of the the body that I am about to penetrate. My tongue slowly slips out from my lips, tracing over yours, licking you, tasting your skin, only to move my tongue to invade your mouth. I slurp at your flesh, kissing your puckered lips and pressing firmly into your face, taking control with a gentle hold. You sense the strength there and allow your legs to spread slightly as you feel the warmth between your legs approaching. Perversely, at the last minute, you twist away from me and turn onto your stomach, to make your way up towards the beach, crawling in the pool and allowing me the view of the liquid sway of your buttocks.
I lift my head up, feeling your hand relaxing away from my manhood. My lips are abandoned by yours as you slip away from me. I gaze at your figure as you scrabble away, lusting after the round firmness and all your sleek channels presented in animalistic surrender. Do you offer me the choice as to how to pleasure you and how to treat myself? I follow you, crawling on all fours in your direction, my strength carrying me over to the beach, my eyes locked upon your backside as I move. Your head turns over your shoulder, eyes dilated with amorous intention, the length of damp hair sliding down your back, your contours curved in the most receptive form just for me. Coming closer to you, my hand reaches out and grabs at your ankle, holding tightly and precluding you from further evasive movement. I reach up and pull myself up against you, my head close to your bottom, smelling your flesh, my warm breath blowing lightly over your skin, against your bum cheeks, against the sex that lies between your legs. I move closer, my face never touching your flesh, but I rise up to my knees behind you, my hands take hold of your hips, holding you still, allowing no movement.
I can see that elevation before me -- the oh so spankable bottom cheeks stilled by my powerful grip. My eyes follow the curve of your rear, travelling up your long back to your hair. I tilt my head again seeing your staring over your shoulder at me, lips parted, chest heaving with each anticipatory breath. I clench your side with one hand, increasing the pressure of the hold. The other hand releases, only to slide it back down to your backside, gripping your cheek. I hold your backside steady, feeling the flesh, squeezing out between each finger. I gradually release the hold, my hand leaving the flesh of your backside, only to draw it back with a slap, causing you to jiggle from the impact, the sting flowing through your body. Your long lashes flicker in enticement and you murmur a sigh in response to my firm handling. The impact forces you to jerk forward slightly. The hand, that rests at your side, keeps you in place, gripping you tightly. Slowly as if beating a forest tambour, I pat your bottom cheeks, feeling the flesh warm, a preparation for mounting, for slipping within your thickened sex lips. You mouth at me almost soundlessly: "Take me, darling,"
Seductively closing your eyes, you raise your bottom and reach down between your legs. You want to touch the hardness that seeks out the tenderest flesh. It slips down the crack, sensing the warm within as I rub the head against your nether hole, pushing slightly, teasing, but never entering. My hand forces the throbbing cock to slip down further, rubbing over your pussy lips, wetting my flesh with your juices. The tight pucker above those full moist winks naughtily at me, rosy and pink after our bathing, fresh as a lily for me to slake my lusts within. I begin to push forward sending the head against the tightness, feeling your sex begin to open up to me. I increase the pressure, parting your lips, feeding you that erect cock. The head is engulfed in your cunt as my hand slips from my shaft, over your hips, holding you with both hands. I pull you back. I ease you onto my cock and the air is pushed out of you as I slide in. A sigh hangs on the breeze as the mulchy channel absorbs me.
I push my hips forward, forcing more of myself into you, the heat within circling my manhood. I thrust my hips harder, forcing you to take more then half of my stiff cock inside of you. My fingers grip your hips only to shove the final length of my long shaft into your wet pussy, hips pressing against your shiny rear cheeks and the back of your thighs. All seems so tight and so deliciously swampy. I pull back, removing everything but the head, only to quickly refill you, jabbing into you, completely filling you eager awaiting cunt. I slam my body against yours, fingers squeeze tighter. A single moan escapes from my lips and my eyes looking down upon you as I begin to take you. Your hand plays between my thighs, reaching back to touch the round full balls dangling between my legs, caressing you gently, feeling their downy softness.
Moving faster, I moan again at the touch of your hands against me, feeling you cup and tend to my excitement. One hand slips up from your hips, reaching out to grab your hair. I lace my fingers tightly around the twisted locks and prepare for a good strong grip upon you. Fingers squeeze, the grip lost as I pump in and out of the plundered hole before me. I lose track of whether I want the fingers or the tight so tight wetness around me. Teeth clenching, my whole body tightens as I gain the strength to power into you.
I flex my body and begin to pound into you, drilling you from behind. My hand yanks back on your hair, forcing you to raise your head up, looking with glazed eyes at the forest before us. All the time in front of me lies further puckered pleasure, between the wench's soft yet firm tanned buttocks. Your mind focuses on the frantic activity behind you, awash with the hardness coursing its way within you. I feed you the thickness in and out of your juicy hole, wetting my cock. I increase the strength of my movements, taking you with almost vicious brute power. My body slams down into yours forcing you to fall forward. The grip on your hair and your hips keeps you in your place.
You can hardly bear the powerful thrusts and are reduced to incoherent murmurings and moanings, penetrating your warm, dripping sex over and over again. I look down watching the jiggling cheeks and the darkened puckered hole between them, yanking back hard on your hair again, excited by the temptation. I let my hand slip up to follow your backbone, massaging your collar bone, before returning my fingers to your sex. My index finger extends as I push it against myself to penetrate you doubly, forcing you to part further, to distend in acceptance of the marriage of penetrating flesh within you.
You force yourself to submit to my lusts, knowing that such passion cannot be suppressed but must like a storm play itself out. Even so you squeal at this unexpected turn of events, thinking the pucker was inviolable. I am absorbed by the tightness of your lower channel, slipping the finger in further, testing the warmth and the grip you hold. The continued motions of my hips keep you engaged at a racing pace. A drop of sweat forms on my forehead only to fall, splashing against your back, wetting your flesh with a salty prelude to further excitation.
You wriggle madly under this enjoyable double penetration. I reach deep within you, stretching you and drawing back to allow the walls to milk my prick. I slow my pace, easing the length in continued silence as one hand leaves your hips. The other hand reaches for your backside pulling your cheeks apart, spreading them open for my gaze. You turn, startled, your eyes raise up to me and your head lowered in supplication, your eyes are opened wide for your Master of the moment. I inspect you closely as I jolt into your sex.
Slowly and ominously I pull back, moving my hips away from you, my manhood leaving you, slipping out of your wetness. I rise up slightly, one hand leaving your bottom, grabbing my thickness and pointing it towards the tight dimple, pressing the slick head against the tightness, before returning to the place you wish to be taken. You protest is stilled as I return and you are pressed into the sand. I push my hips down, feeding the full inexorable length of my manhood shuddering into you, making you yelp, leading me and you to mutual fulfillment. My fingers slip to your arsecheeks.. Keeping them opened wide, increasing the tightness round my member.
I glance back down from your tearstained cheek to your backside, seeing the head of my cock engulfed by your juicy sex. Determined, I push forward again, forcing my shaft into the soaking tube, feeling the wetness on your thighs, excited further by the abject surrender of your body, until with a groan, you are fully penetrated. My entirety is embedded within you, my hips are resting against your backside, my pubic hair is tickling your flesh, as I rest against your thighs.
I pause, waiting for you to relax. My hands slip up to your shoulders. I lift myself up and position myself to take full advantage of the force of gravity, completing your mounting. My head is directly behind yours, warm exhalations blowing over your neck. You can feel the man thrusting into the dark steaminess of your fetid body and you know that he will want more. He will not be satisfied with that hotness alone, no matter that it is tight and warm and dry.
I move my hips, sending the thickness in and out, starting to fuck you. I move within you, balls slapping against your sex as I push my hips down upon you. You feel like a citadel plundered of your treasures, knowing that I will want to spill my seed in you soon. The residue of slaked lusts accumulate around the plundering member. The mulchy wetness of your own pleasures merges with the liquid seed. With the joyous flood of your own release there will come that reckoning, pulling us apart and away. We will both slide our separate ways into the dark silvan concealment from whence we came. After all it was just a forest meeting.
Click the icon to return to the index