Leavenworth Heat: A Wild Encounter

The rain had stopped, leaving a slick sheen on the mossy log and the air thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth. I’d been lost in thought, a familiar ache in my chest, as I drove to work, replaying the memory of that day in Leavenworth. The sun, the laughter, the easy intimacy with Carson – it was a potent cocktail of joy and a desperate, insistent yearning that had simmered beneath my skin all morning. Getting him inside me, that’s all I’d thought about, a relentless, primal urge.

“This morning on my way to work, I was lost in thought about a memory of a day out we had up in Leavenworth, Washington,” I muttered, pulling into the gravel parking lot outside the office. “After enjoying a nice day in town, I told Carson it was a nice day and that I was really enjoying myself. But, I was so horny that I couldn’t think about anything but getting him inside me.”

The thought of our secret rendezvous, the thrill of potential discovery, fueled the heat building within me. "I asked him if we could go find a place to fuck in private… but not too private. I wanted there to be some chance of getting caught. The possibility of getting caught always makes me Cum. As you might imagine, I didn’t have to ask him twice.”

The familiar rumble of the truck signaled his presence. He pulled onto Icicle Creek road, the rain-washed landscape unfolding before us, a tapestry of emerald and gray. The trail head beckoned, a gateway to a hidden world of wilderness. “Let’s take a walk down the trail a little ways and see if we can find a nice place,” he suggested, his voice low and laced with anticipation.

The trail was narrow, winding through a dense thicket of fir and cedar. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. As we progressed, the terrain became steeper, leading us to a small, gurgling creek. A moss-covered log, spanning the water, offered a precarious crossing.

He settled onto the log with his legs dangling over the edge, patting the surface with his hand, a silent invitation. I joined him, the cool spray of the creek misting my skin. We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying the beauty of the surroundings, the weight of each other's bodies a tangible connection. Then, he leaned over, and our lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. It deepened, becoming more insistent, more demanding. The heat intensified, spreading through my veins like wildfire. It quickly escalated into passionate, raw making out, our bodies moving together in a desperate dance of lust.

As he slid further forward, straddling me on the log, his hands explored the curve of my back, tracing the line of my spine with slow, deliberate strokes. My breath hitched in my throat as he lowered his head, his lips grazing my breasts. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torture that left me gasping for air. I instinctively reached for my top, pulling it down further, exposing my enormous, round tits. The low cut of my blouse offered no concealment, and I felt a blush creep up my neck.

“You are a naughty girl, Cheyanne,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He began to caress my pussy, his fingers teasing and exploring, slipping inside me to deliver a more intense pleasure. The heat intensified, my muscles tensing as the anticipation mounted. I leaned back against the log, surrendering to the sensation, letting him take control. My body arched involuntarily, begging for release. As I grew hotter and wetter, I ripped my top completely off, tossing it carelessly onto the ground beside us. The discarded fabric served as a stark reminder of our transgression.

Laughing mischievously, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face firmly into my tits. Oh, he loved this. The sensation was overwhelming, a euphoric explosion of pleasure. He pulled away, lifting my skirt, pushing it up to reveal my bare legs. “Oh Cheyanne, you are a naughty girl,” he repeated, his eyes glistening with lust.

He began to caress my pussy, playing with its lips with his fingers and slipping them inside me so he could finger fuck me. As he did, I leaned back on the log and let him drive me wild. The pleasure built, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely. I shouted his name, a primal scream of ecstasy, letting loose the pent-up desires that had simmered within me all day. "Yes, Carson, Yes, tongue fuck me. Yes, fuck me and make me Cum out here in the woods!” I continued to shout, my voice raw and breathless, lost in the throes of the moment. It was building so fast now, the tension unbearable. I knew there was no going back. I could no longer even support myself upright. All my nerves were going nuts. So, I laid back on the log, and he shifted around to where he could plunge his huge cock into my juicy little pussy. Then he just went absolutely wild on me.

“If I give it to you Cheyanne, you have to promise to keep going until I cum, too!” he shouted, his voice hoarse with exertion. "Yes! Yes! Of course, anything, you can have anything…. just give me this orgasm!” I screamed back, begging him to fulfill my every desire.

Then I felt it. The culmination of all the anticipation, the release of every pent-up nerve. He felt it too, and he roared, "If I give it to you Cheyanne, you have to promise to keep going until I cum, too!" It was a powerful wave of pleasure, washing over me in an intoxicating torrent. My body convulsed, my legs kicking, my breath coming in ragged gasps. As he kept going, matching his thrusts to my shrieks, I felt myself losing all control, surrendering completely to the moment.

Suddenly, he pushed me hard over the top, and I erupted out in a deafening scream. Abruptly, while I was still cumming; he stood up and looked down at me on the mossy log, all proud of himself. He just watched me laying there naked, while my nerves were all firing like crazy. I could not even move. It was like I had just been electrocuted.

When I finally could get up on my elbows, he held out his hand and pulled me to my feet. I could hardly stand. I was a little confused. I thought he wanted me to make him cum. I brushed out my skirt with my hands, and started to go to pick up my bra and top; but he beat me to them. Instead of giving them to me though, he took off down the trail; playfully refusing to give them to me.

So here I am chasing Carson down the trail, with my boobs bouncing like crazy and laughing my head off. What an embarrassing, crazy, goofball of a husband I have. Suddenly, he saw something he liked and veered off the trail and through the trees. Coming to a stop on a lush grassy place alongside the creek, he turned as I ran into his arms, laughing and out of breath. “What was that all about, Carson?” I asked breathlessly.

“I wanted you to follow me here,” he replied, his voice filled with amusement. “Because I want us to make love here in this hidden place in the grass by the creek. You said you would make me cum. Here’s your chance,” he said, pulling me closer.

With that, I smiled and we kissed in our deep embrace. As we began to melt together, we slid down into the lush grass and began to make love like only a guy and girl in love can do. One thing I remember about the lovemaking that was pretty awesome was the part where he came. He was missionary fucking me and pulled me up into his lap with him still kneeling. He fucked me like this, then I pulled myself up and embraced him while he continued to bounce me up and down on his cock. Then holding my ass firmly, he stood and pulled me up with him. After this standing fuck for a few minutes, I let go of him and leaned back until I had my hands on the ground and my legs about his waist. This is when he came in my pussy, with me hanging there like this in the woods, while his cock pumped me full of his “crazy in love with me” hot cum! No wonder he loves me so much, with all the awesome, adventurous sex I give him. It makes me cum to make all his wildest dreams about me cum true.

Cheyenne Loves Carson.

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