I found you in a clearing, lit in the moonlight. When you heard me approach, you turned and looked directly at me. I froze, looking across the still grass at you as you stood, intent.
Then, there were sounds. Not talking, or any human sounds, but animals. Deer rubbing their antlers against trees. Doe goats calling for their mates in nearly fields. Rhythmic sounds, music. You started to dance. You didn't dance with me, but for yourself. A slow, swaying dance. Your hips swinging wide and steady. You turned around, leaning and stretching, gyrating your entire body. Your breasts swayed in their supports from side to side, your behind waved its intent at me. A dance calculated to arouse. As you danced, you moved slowly in a wide circle towards me. I knew not to move, but simply stood and followed you with my eyes and with my thoughts. Deep, long-buried thoughts, surprising in their intensity, were rising up in me.
You came closer, and you folded your movements in closer to you. Our eyes stayed locked on each other's. Soon you were but inches away, but I knew better than to reach out to you just yet. I could simply smell you and it was enough. Your hand reached down, and without taking your eyes off me for a second, unbuttoned and released my trobbing, pent-up member into the night air. Had either of us been looking down, we would have seen a single drop glistening on its end.
For what was to happen, you needed me fully hardened, and we both knew your best tool for this was your mouth. You dropped down, and, continuing to peer at me intently, and with a look of intense concentration, drew your tongue slowly alone the line from my balls, right along the bottomside ridge of my erect cock, and then when you reached the end, brought your lips around and over the knob. One hand removed my pants and roamed across my thighs, and the other worked in tandem with your tongue to squeeze and draw me out. Had you kept this up too long, I would have come into your mouth, or perhaps pulled back and splashed your forehead, shoulders and down your breasts with my stickiness. But I knew you did this for a reason and you wanted me inside you.
Now it was time for me to move. Taking hold of you, I lifted you up, and we kissed. Then I led you over to the nearest tree, which we had picked out the previous time we were out like this, just for this occurence. Your arranged your grip on the branches, your feet planted firm in your boots to avoid slipping, your body exposed to me to take you. I felt you, and you were damp, you were ready. I entered you and as I started my motions, you said just one word: harder. And harder was what I got, and how you get it.
We fucked. I'm not sure of the details, it was hazy. Our bodies were blurred together. I could feel motion but I could not tell if I was moving, or you were. Perhaps we both were. I could feel the world through your skin. I could not see, but if I could, I would probably be seeing through your eyes as well as mine. I heard sounds, but they were distant. Only your breath, my breath, and the groan of the tree under our weight and forces registered. No more words were needed, until much later, as the sky was turning from black to red, and we lay panting, my body wrapped around you, pressing you on the ground, grinding my member deep within you, tearing you from within, and all I can see or taste is your body glistening with our sweat, then you said, Yes. You take the intense pounding from my hips pushing forward, splitting you apart as the head of my cock finds its way forward and explodes into you. Wham, wham, wham, wham, wham. I feel my cock blindingly pushing every organ out of its way, straining to bury itself.
You fall asleep, still impaled on me. Your insides must be boiling from all the hot fluids you've squeezed from me into your belly. You twist yourself to be nestled along inside my arms, and a smile emerges on your lips as you rest your head in my beard. It's been a good night.
