The Great Outdoors-3
817 Words
She paused, eyes closed, and reached back while still pressed tightly against me. She fumbled for a second or two, located my c**k, and aimed it. Then she slid down and back, engulfing me in hot sweetness, and we both sighed deeply.
From what I had experienced earlier, I had thought that Julie would jump onto me and ride me like a mad cowgirl, grinding and shouting. But she was almost still, keeping me deep in her, only rolling her hips with the very slightest and slowest motion, her eyes closed, hot breaths escaping from her open mouth. I wanted to move my own hips in response, but something prompted me to remain still and let her do things her way. I ran fingers through her hair and kissed her softly all over her face, and she caressed my own face with a surprisingly gentle touch. Her subtle movements became somewhat quicker, the slickness of her insides gliding steadily over every inch of my c**k, and I began to feel immense pleasure at this massaging. I had known that I could get hard enough for a second go after our swim, but I had thought that it wouldn’t be as good the second time. I was wrong. This steady, small movement, controlled entirely by her hips, was far better than any of my thrusting, and I lay there in awestruck wonder at how she could do this to me, make me feel this good, while barely moving.
She, too, was far into the realm of distant bliss as she carefully controlled every nuance of the firm, full flesh inside her. I caressed her back more firmly as her brow furrowed, eyes still closed, and her breaths became shorter and quicker. I felt an enormous stirring in my balls, and warmth spread up the backs of my legs. “Oh God,” I whispered faintly, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass.
“Ooo,” she cooed in response. “Oooooo I’m gonna come... Ohh...” Her cries were soft, barely above a whisper, but conveyed fierce urgency. Her motions became suddenly fast as she moaned, her face contorted as if in intense pain, and she was breathing so rapidly that I thought she might pass out. I was right there with her, my breathing joined to hers, the wonderful new sensations overwhelming me. She pressed her face against mine, and I opened my mouth to hers just as she shivered and stiffened against me, her s*x gripping me in spasms as I came at the same time, even harder than before, pumping her full of everything I had in me.
Without even thinking, I threw my arms around her and pulled her close to me, holding her head next to mine, our breaths hot in each other’s ears. I felt like I was glowing as we lay there gasping. I was even somewhat dizzy. Julie lifted her head up and looked down at me with a smile, her golden hair making a canopy over me, the sunlight through it giving it the appearance of a halo. In that moment, she was indeed an angel to me.
But the moment passed, and she gave me a quick kiss and then rolled off me. “Now I need another swim,” she said, almost giggling, and ran into the water with loud splashes. I joined her for a quick rinse. She got out after a couple of minutes, and toweled herself dry. Brenda got to her feet, already dry, and began pulling her clothes back on. “Well,” I said, still splashing around, “enjoy the rest of your hike. This has been truly fun.”
“Yes, it has,” agreed Brenda. “Who knows? Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too,” said Julie, wriggling into her top. The two of them got their gear in order, took some drinks from water bottles, hefted their packs, and waved as they headed back into the bushes. “So long, stranger,” said Julie, winking at me before vanishing among the leaves and branches.
I floated on my back again, feeling happy and content, watching the puffy white clouds drift across the brilliant blue. Then I laughed. The whole thing, I thought, could almost have been a dream. Had all that really just happened?
Maybe it’s better never to know, I reflected as I got back out of the water, dripping in the warm sunlight. I’ll just remember it how I remember it, and never mind about questions of reality. I walked over to where Brenda had dropped my underwear and pants, which were warm and dry, and pulled these back on. Then, stooping to my pack for my water bottle, I knew that it had been no dream. There, on top of the pack, was a piece of paper on which some words were scrawled in very girlish writing, complete with smiley face at the end.
We want seconds! See you in a month or so?
A phone number was written there, too. I reread the note and smiled. Life is good.
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