Excitement in the woods

My husband is a fantastic lover in bed, and a fun person to be around. The problem is that he travels a lot for his job. Sometimes he'll be gone for four or five days at a time. That's when I get horny and head for the woods. After all, at 27 years-old, I still need my itch scratched—and often. My favorite turn-on is to masturbate in the wide-open spaces. All of my adventures have been solo experiences—strictly limited to me stripping naked and fingering my hot pussy. That was, up until last week.

I was at my favorite spot, a secluded stretch of land on a high slope overlooking the city. What a gorgeous view. On this particular night, the sunset over the city touched my romantic soul and I was moved to build a little nest for myself out of fallen leaves, strip off my one garment, a long fur coat I'd worn for years and jump into the soft bed of leaves for a session of serious finger fucking myself.

The orange sun dipping into the horizon was a breathtaking spectacle. My breath was also taken away by my fingers dipping into my hot wet velvety pussy. I helped my moist cunt lips apart with one hand and I thumbed the sensitive little nubbin of my clit with my other, while I inserted two fingers into the eager maw of my hungry fuck-hole. My hand began to saw in and out of my snatch, and I heard myself moaning and swooning out of control. I frigged myself with one hand and allowed my other one to roam all over my thighs, belly, and up to my big, brown-nippled boobs. I plucked at the nipples and tugged at them hard. This urged me on. Soon, my hips were thrashing around in the leaves and I felt my first climax approaching. My hand sluiced in and out of my drenched cunt, until—in a blinding flash of sheer pleasure, my entire body was overtaken by a tremendous orgasm.

The lips of my oozing gash clenched themselves around my fingers; my clit sent sparked bolts of pleasure ripping through my body. Even in the outdoors, amid the wondrous scents of nature, I could smell the musky aroma of my cunt, which was now virtually dripping with female love juice. Ten minutes or more passed while I composed myself. When I finally opened my eyes, I experienced two shocks; a minor one when I saw that it was already dark out. The moon had not yet risen, but the stars were starting to come out. I then received my second shock. Standing some 20 feet away was a young man, about 19 years old. He was tall, blond haired and from what I could see in the twilight fairly well developed in the chest and shoulders.

I was thinking of what explanation to offer as to why I was naked in the leaves, with my fingers still buried in the splay between my spread legs. Then I saw no explanation would be necessary. For this handsome young man had his jeans unzipped and was casually stroking his erect cock. I rose on my elbows and watched.

“You're not going to hurt me,are you?” I asked. “No,” he replied simply and shyly.

“Well, I'm not going to hurt you, either. I just came out here to have a nice time, so bring that beautiful slice of meat over here and share it with me.”

He didn't answer, but continued to stand there, stroking his bulging cock. I went to him and hugged him, pressing my heavy tits against his muscular chest. My hand went to his and pushed it away from his jutting pole.

“You don't need to do that now. That's what my pussy is for,” I emphasized.

I undressed the dumbfounded gent, led him over to my makeshift bed of leaves and pulled him down on top of me. My hands were all over him. I ground my full breasts up against his smooth chest as my fingers trailed over his powerful arms and shoulders, then down his back and slender hips to his firm ass. He moaned when I French kissed
his mouth. I arched my back and slammed my lush beaver up against his hard and throbbing cock. With every thrust, I craved his whopping manhood, but he had a surprise in store for me. Although I figured him as somewhat inexperienced with women, he moved his face between my legs, suctioned his mouth to my wet, palpitating gash and began
tonguing me like a true expert. He lapped at my labia and nibbled at my clit until I climaxed, creaming and thrusting my crotch against his face. I drenched him in a flood of female cum juice.

Then he re-positioned himself, and his rod was deep inside me. Not all at once, just the giant mushroomed head at first, teasingly stretching my pussy lips. Then he slid easily into my tunnel, followed by nine sleek inches of eager cock. I pressed him against me, until his huge prick was buried to the root in my soggy gash. He fucked like a professional, using long, even strokes on me, accelerating his speed, varying the tempo to draw me out, stirring his invading rod around and around in my fervid sheath,
until, at last, he poured the coals to me full force. He slammed his hard manhood into me, driving his pelvic bone against mine as he pumped his shaft in and out with lightning speed..

My arms and legs encircled him, pulling him even closer. I moaned and gasped as a titanic climax overtook me, sending me to new reams of orgasmic pleasure. He was groaning, too. Suddenly, he exploded in me, and I was filled with the surging jet stream that poured from his hard fire hose of a cock. We embraced in one another's arms. Much later, we parted, stood and tried to find our clothes. The moon was out by this time—a full one the lit up the vast night sky. Then we smiled and simply walked away from each other.

I've missed having his long prick inside of me these past few days. Next Friday, my hubby will again be flying out of town for a few days. And I hope to have another very exciting appointment in the woods!