Wild Camp, Wet Secrets

The bus ride back from the city felt like an eternity, but the anticipation of our weekend escape in the remote wilderness kept me going. We’d booked a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods, hoping for a much-needed respite from the relentless pace of urban life. It wasn’t long before the familiar pull of desire found us, as it always did on these little getaways.

As Rob unpacked our gear, I found myself oddly exposed. The flimsy fabric of my skirt rode low, revealing a generous expanse of my vulva. It was an accident, really, a simple shift in position while helping him set up the tent, but I couldn't help but notice Rob's gaze linger a little too long. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and I felt a shiver of excitement run through me, a memory of our previous trips flashing through my mind – the countless times he’d touched me, explored my body with a playful roughness that left me breathless and begging for more. The memory of the sticky anticipation from the drive fueled the heat building within me.

We finished setting up the tent and got a crackling fire going, and as I prepared dinner, the heat intensified. I settled into a particularly uncomfortable position, my skirt riding up further, showcasing more of my vulnerable flesh. Rob, watching me with an uncharacteristic intensity, rose from his seat and pulled his shorts down, his eyes locked on my exposed area. A slow smile spread across his face, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. It was a familiar dance, a playful tease that always ended in breathless abandon.

The aroma of the stew filled the air as we ate, but the real feast was about to begin. As we cleaned up, a shared glance confirmed our plan: a walk in the twilight woods. The air grew cooler as we ventured out, the last rays of sunlight casting long shadows across the trees. The other couples strolling through the woods seemed oblivious to the growing tension between us, lost in their own romantic moments. But for Rob and me, the world narrowed to just the two of us, our senses heightened by the darkness and the primal pull of desire.

We found a secluded bench overlooking the valley, the greenery below shimmering with reflected light from distant campfires. Rob turned to me, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, and led me closer. He gently grasped my hips, pulling me against his chest, and then, without hesitation, leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a promise of pleasure and abandon. He began licking my face, moving down my neck, and then, his hand slid beneath my skirt, expertly finding the sensitive flesh that had been begging for attention. The heat built within me, a torrent of anticipation threatening to spill over.

“I want to suck your puss,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. The words hung in the air, a declaration of intent that sent a shiver down my spine. There was a raw, almost vulgar quality to his tone that both frightened and thrilled me. He pulled up my dress, kneeling before me, and dove in, his movements urgent and demanding. It was an intense experience, a full-body exploration that left me gasping for breath. Every inch of my vulva was caressed, explored, and savored, as he expertly located and stimulated every sensitive point. The pleasure was immediate, overwhelming, and utterly consuming. My body began to shake and writhe, begging for more, as his grip tightened and he continued his relentless assault. It felt like an eternity, yet it was over in a heartbeat.

“You taste wonderful down there,” he gasped, pulling back slightly. “Sorry to stop now, but I want to make a meal of it.” The proposition was both shocking and intoxicating. It was the kind of desire that stripped away inhibitions, leaving only raw, unbridled lust. We quickly changed positions, Rob sitting on the bench with his pants down, and I lowered my knees to the ground, preparing for the next stage of our sensual encounter.

As I began to suck on his cock, I unleashed every ounce of pleasure I possessed. I twisted his shaft, pulling on his head, and licking every inch of his frenulum and frenulum majorum. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. It wasn’t long before I heard a low groan escape his lips, “I’m cumming!” The release was violent and explosive, a torrent of seminal fluid that filled the air. Instinctively, I gripped his entire penis, holding him tightly as he climaxed. The heat intensified, and I felt a surge of pleasure as his load found its way down my throat.

After I had thoroughly enjoyed the experience, we returned to our embrace, a deep kiss sealing our renewed connection. “I want to suck your cock!” I declared, intentionally letting out a provocative moan. We quickly adjusted our positions, and I began to administer the same intense pleasure I had given him, twisting, pulling, and licking every inch of his member. The pleasure was palpable, an electric current that surged through my body.

The sounds of arousal grew louder as I continued my assault, culminating in another explosive climax. I heard a strangled cry, “I’m cumming!” as his seminal fluid once again flooded my senses. This time, as he finished, he pulled me closer, bringing his mouth down between my legs, and began to eat out his own semen. It was a messy, sloppy, and utterly satisfying experience. The creamy texture coated my skin, and as he devoured every last drop, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure and contentment. We continued to devour each other's semen until every trace of his substance was gone, leaving me slick, sticky, and completely satisfied.

As we straightened up, he looked at me with an expression of pure bliss. "Thanks for the cream pie," he whispered, his voice husky with pleasure. "You taste indescribably good down there." Then, he hugged me tightly, burying his face in my hair, and whispered in my ear, "You know, I think I'm going to need another one soon." The thought sent shivers down my spine, a potent reminder of the delicious pleasure we had just shared. The wilderness, once a refuge from the stresses of city life, had become the stage for an unforgettable night of lust and abandon. And as we returned to our tent, hand in hand, I knew that this was just the beginning of our next adventure.

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