0 comments/ 69252 views/ 13 favorites A Walk To Remember By: gutterbunnie It is a warm summer evening and I decide to take a walk. I go down to the park and watch some baseball games. As I leave to head back toward home, I notice a nice looking man staring at me. I can't help but smile at him as I walk back toward my house. The sun has gone down and I find myself walking through the woods in the dark. I think I hear footsteps behind me, so I stop and listen. The silence is almost deafening and I turn to see if there is someone behind me. Seeing nothing, I turn back and continue on my way. Now I am certain I hear something and I speed up, almost jogging now. I can feel my heart beating in my chest, hear it in my ears. The steps are closer now and I can hear him panting as he catches up to me. He tackles me and we fall, him on top of me. I start to scream and he clamps his hand over my mouth. He whispers in my ear "do not scream, bitch. I am going to have you, but if you struggle, I will have to hurt you... you don't want me to hurt you, do you" I shake my head no and he slowly removes his hand. "That's a good girl... relax. You might enjoy this." I am trembling as he gets back on his feet. I can see his shadow as he removes his shirt, and then his pants. He tells me to take off my shirt and shorts, but leave my panties and bra on. I sit up and do as he tells me. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to my feet. I start to struggle again and he pulls me to his face and sneers, "listen bitch, I am going to fuck you, you will suck the cum out of my cock and I will not play this fucking game with you. We can have fun, or we can play rough. Its your decision" I try to calm myself down but he can feel the fear in me. He starts to kiss me and even though I am scared to death, I feel my heart beat even faster. He slides his tongue into my mouth and unconsciously, I respond to it. He pulls away and laughs, "see... you might just enjoy this after all" His hands move down my back and cup my ass, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his hard cock on my belly. He leans down and kisses my tits through my bra, sucking on the nipples. I gasp from the intensity. He grabs the legs of my panties and yanks them off me. His hand moves between my legs and he feels my swollen, wet lips. I hear him laugh to himself. He puts his hand on my chest and feels my heart beat. "I can't tell if that's fear or desire doing that to you" I try to find my voice and I answer, "fear" knowing in my heart that its a little of both. He grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me down to my knees. He pulls his underwear off and I can feel the heat from his body on my face. He wraps his hands in my hair forces his cock to the back of my throat. He moans deeply, pumping his dick fast and furiously in my mouth. I am trying to pull away and he gets rough again. He pulls my hair and tells me "suck my cock, you little bitch. Take it deep. I know what a whore you are... you were looking at me, wanting me to shove this hard dick in your mouth. Your just getting what you asked for." He is panting and moaning and saying "that's right cunt, take it... take all this hard dick in your mouth" I can't help myself and I moan. Hearing this sends him into a spasm that causes his cock to shoot load after load of his hot cum in my mouth. He is now grunting and telling me "you better swallow every drop, bitch. I'll fuck you up if you gag or let any run out the sides of your mouth..." I take every drop down and he shoves me away from him. I try to get up to run, but he is on me and shoves me to the ground. He is on top of me, sitting on me. His hands are holding my arms above my head. He gets in my face and says "Dumb move bitch. You know you are going to have to pay for that..." With that he pulls a knife from his pants pocket and I start to scream. He cuts my bra off my body and starts to suck on my tits, hard. I am squirming under him, trying to push him off me. The more I struggle, the harder he sucks my tits. I can feel his cock on me and can tell that the struggling is arousing him. I can't help myself and I reach down to stroke him. He gasps and moves his hips so that I am jerking him off. He moans "Oh God, your hand feels so good, you cunt." I stop stroking him and try to move away again. Without a word, he is between my legs, his tongue on my clit. He sucks it into his mouth and I go crazy. I start bucking against his face and I cum instantly. I grab his head and grind my cunt into his mouth. He is groaning as he sucks my pussy. After I cum several times he moves away and falls onto his back, breathing heavily. Again, I try to run, but only half heartedly. I WANT him to get rough. He grabs my ankle and I fall onto my stomach. He rolls me on my back and pins me down, his hard cock on my ass. He whispers in my ear, "Now I am going to give you what a slut like you deserves, I am going to shove my cock inside you and fuck you like the whore you are." With that, he pulls me to my knees and drives his cock into me in one hard stroke. I scream and he slaps my ass. I like the stinging blow and I scream again. He slaps me again, harder. I start to pump back against him. He is slamming into me so hard that I can feel him beating on my pubic bone. I am screaming from the pain and pleasure and everytime I do, he slaps my ass harder. He is grunting as he pounds his dick into me "Ooooooh yes, slut. Take my cock, take it you fucking whore" He starts to finger my ass and he is very rough. I try to move away from him again and this angers him. He stops and starts slapping my ass and telling me that now I will have to pay for being so disobedient. In one smooth move, he pulls out of my cunt and slams his dick into my tight, hot ass. He lets out a low moan as it sinks up to his balls. I can't take him all at once and he shoves even harder. "Yes whore... that's it, relax and take this dick up the ass" I try to and he shoves it in completely. He holds still for a second so he can feel me as I milk his cock with my ass muscles. I reach down and start fingering myself as he pulls on my tits and slaps them. He stops long enough to get on his back and he moves me over him. "Squat on my cock, bitch. I am going to watch my dick fuck your tight ass" As I lower my ass down onto his huge cock, he starts slapping my tits. "Faster, bitch. Ride my dick." He pulls my nipples and slaps my tits each time I slow down. He rubs my clit and I can feel my cunt juices flowing down onto his balls. Suddenly, we both start to cum at the same time. I can feel his hot cum shooting into my ass. I pull off of him and move down and take his dick into my mouth as the last few drops ooze out. The sight of me sucking his dick and licking his cum off of it is too much and he starts to cum again, never losing his erection. He yells and moans "Oh baby, that's it! Suck that dick into your hot mouth. Lick my cum off my hard cock. You are such a fucking nasty slut" As his orgasm subsides, I move up and kiss him deeply. We lay there a few minutes and then he gets up and tells me to stay there for ten minutes after he leaves. As he walks away, he tells me " That was a good fuck, slut. Next time, I will have friends with me..." I can't wait for the next time. A Walk to Remember I thought I had finished with meeting men, but something in his emails made me reconsider. He seemed so very kind and gentle. He was obviously intelligent, and he also seemed to have a decent sense of humor. When he said he was going to be in a nearby town to do some work with Habitat, I couldn't resist going to meet him. I have to admit, though, that I did get cold feet waiting in Panera for him to arrive. I hadn't known how long it would take me to drive there, so I arrived about half an hour before our scheduled meeting. I got my salad and coffee, and took a seat near the front window to wait. I'd only seen one picture of him, so I wasn't sure I'd recognize him, but when he walked around the corner outside, I knew it must be him. His light hair and sexy smile made my hands shake a little as I set down my coffee mug. His relaxed and easy manner spoke of a man who knew his way around his own body. He looked so handsome with the light coming from behind him, but I still couldn't quite see his eyes. Before I could really catch my breath, he was indoors and sauntering towards me. He looked towards the floor, obviously not sure quite what to say. He raised his eyes just as I was standing, and our eyes met. To this day, I could not tell you what color they are, but I can tell you how they felt on my heart. He seared down into me with his kind gaze, and it felt like he was reading my life story in those few moments. I have no idea how much time we really stood there, staring into one another, but eventually I finally stammered out his name. "It must be you." I said. "Yes," he grinned as he spoke, "and it must be you. I'd know your laugh anywhere." Had I been laughing? I was so flustered I wasn't even sure I was standing anymore, but I must have been, because he said "why don't you sit back down while I get some tea." I sat and tried very hard not to stare at the way his jeans clung to his legs. "Oh my," I thought, "this is going to be a tougher temptation than I've had in a long time." I tucked my book back into my purse as he brought his tea to the table, along with a sandwich. "What are you reading?" he inquired. It felt like I'd known him forever, instantly, and yet it was the first time I'd actually heard his voice. "Oh, just a fun mystery - have you ever read any of Janet Evanovich's books?" "Hmm, the number mysteries?" "Yup, this is the newest one - just came out in paperback. I've read it before, but it's so much fun . . . ." my voice trailed off as I realized he was staring again. "What?" "It's just so good to see you. Finally." "Yes, it is good." I won't bore you with all of the details of our little coffee/tea break. We talked and laughed through 6 cups of coffee and 2 potty breaks. It was truly as if we'd known one another all our lives. We talked about our families, our neighbors, our jobs (although he was already retired, the lucky dawg), and ourselves. We discussed books, films, music and hobbies. After what seemed like no time at all, though, he put his hand across the table and touched my arm. "Look, I know we've just met for the first time, but could I show you something really beautiful that is near here?" "Did you want me to come see your etchings, too?" I teased. "No, it's not like that. I know how you like walking in the woods, and there is this really great little park near here - could I show you? It shouldn't take too long, and you'd still be able to get home before dark." "Sure, let's go." I said, "Your car or mine?" "Let me drive, since I know the way," he said. He opened the doors for me, leading me out to the parking lot and opened the car door for me when we arrived there. As we walked, I could feel him checking out my backside. Normally that makes me very nervous, but it seemed ok with him. As we buckled into the seats he told me about his local project and how one of the other workers, whose real job was as a park officer, had shown him this park a few days earlier. "Not many people go there, especially during the week anymore. It's a shame, but apparently folks around here don't like to spend much time in nature." The whole time we drove, he kept my hand in his, holding it on the seat between us. His touch was gentle but sure, like the comfort of a warm blanket on a cold day. We pulled into the park drive and he wound us back through the area until the road stopped at the final parking lot. We'd passed many lots on the way, but he obviously had a plan for where we should get out. When we arrived, he was giddy as a boy, jumping out of the car and running around to open my door. "You're going to spoil me with all this gallantry, you know." "You should be spoiled, my dear." He smiled so broadly, and his eyes sparkled in the sun. Oh yes, he was so very handsome! He took a small pack from the back of the car and then, taking my hand in his again, led me down a wooded path. We must have only walked a few hundred yards into the woods when there was a Y in the path, and he led me along the right-hand path. Holding hands, we enjoyed the quiet of the woods as we walked. It was such a comfortable silence. Soon we came to a little outcropping in the path, a small clearing with a fence around it and 5 gravestones inside. "This is apparently the graveyard of the family who lived on this site over 100 years ago," he told me. "They are the family whose descendants donated this land to the parks." We read the stones that weren't worn too much, and speculated as to who was who. We were still making up stories about them as we walked on. A little further on the path he pointed out an obviously man-made ditch-like thing off to the right, running alongside the path. "Can you guess what that is?" He asked, grinning mischievously. "Umm . . . irrigation ditches?" "Nope - it's an Indian Mound." "No way!" "OH yes, look, here is the plaque." He read out the words to me, telling me about this earthwork, apparently built by ancient people for some ceremonial purpose. Crossing my arms across my chest, I looked out through the woods, over the mounds, thinking about how amazing it is to find so many layers of history in one short walk. His voice trailed off, and we were in silence again. Then it happened, the touch of his hand on my shoulder. First with one hand, then two, he was holding onto my shoulders from behind, gently sitting there like they had to hold me to the earth to keep me from floating away. Soon he was gently massaging my shoulders. I let out an inadvertent hum, very softly, and he hummed back, stepping closer in behind me. Soon his body was touching mine from behind, his hands now slowly rubbing my shoulders. "Mmm, that feels good." I say, needlessly. "It's supposed to, Hun. Just relax and enjoy the scenery." He spoke softly, and his words a whisper in my left ear. As his breath warmed my earlobe, it melted my inner self. His lips grazed my ear, this time slowly, with intent, breathing warm air into my ear and neck again. I closed my eyes, enjoying a new kind of beauty. That peaceful, delicious feeling of being wanted washed over me and I leaned back into him. I raised my hands and placed them over his, calming his massage. Then I turned around in his grasp to face him, looking up into his deep, soulful eyes. "May I kiss you?" I asked. He answered by beating me to the kiss. His lips descended onto mine, at once soft and demanding. His mouth claimed mine as his eyes had already claimed my heart. His tongue invaded my mouth with no resistance, and we licked, nibbled, sucked and kissed for a long, long time. My hands crept up around his back, grazing over his ribs, sliding under the small daypack he carried, feeling his muscled shoulders, drifting down and over his butt, flying up through his hair and over his neck and ears. I wanted to feel every inch of this man. Suddenly there was a disturbance in the woods behind me as some birds were flushed out of the underbrush. It startled us both, and we jumped a bit apart at the sound. The moment gone, we walked on down the path. The sunlight diffused through the leaves was golden and lime and sweet brassy colors, dappling the path and tickling his face like my fingers longed to do. Still, I held his hand tightly and kept on walking, trying to enjoy the natural surroundings and not think about how good his mouth felt on mine. I have no idea what we talked about at that point, and frankly, I don't think it matters. "Here we are," he said, pulling me along the path to the right. Suddenly we'd gotten to another break in the path, and he obviously had this destination in mind. I followed him to the right, down a slight slope where the ground changed from pine needles and leafy loam to a little gravel, and then to some wooden steps. A bit more gravel and a few more steps and we were on a wooden deck. "Oh," I gasped. "What a beautiful view!" Walking to the edge of the deck, I found that suddenly we were on a cliff overlooking a river about 20 yards below. Down in the ravine the light was sparkling across the water, reflecting up along the cliff across the way and creating a beautiful dance of shimmer in the noon sun. "My buddy tells me that the CCC built this deck a long time ago, but it's the Boy Scouts who have built the benches." He indicated the several benches around the deck of varying sizes, each with a different view of the ravine. "This one, here on this end, is my favorite." It was a long, low, wide bench, only about 10 inches off the base of the deck. It seemed to have been made for young children, and the wood was treated and sanded to the smoothness of glass. "Nice workmanship," I observed. "No one will get splinters from this bench!" We sat down together on the bench and I leaned back against his solid chest. he was able to lean against part of the back railing to the deck, and we were both able to relax and enjoy the distant sounds of the water bubbling along below. I closed my eyes again, drifting into a comfortable haze as he began to run his gentle hands up and down my arms. Soon, his hands began to roam around my waist and over my breasts. It was so comforting and soft that I almost felt I was dreaming at first. I hummed a little in the back of my throat and shifted slightly against his chest. "I'm sorry, am I going too far?" He asked me, whispering again into my ear. "Oh no, that feels so good." I comforted him. I spread my palms and fingers over his thighs, one on each side of my own as we reclined. His hands cupped my breasts and began a slow, tantalizing choreography. Fingers swirling over the cotton of my t-shirt, he soon had my nipples erect. I could feel the subtle flicking as each knuckle passed over my aching nubs. Repeating in a slow, deliberate tattoo, he continued . . . flick flick flick flick. I could feel my breasts get heavier. I could feel moisture building between my thighs, and my own hands and fingers started mimicking his over his own thighs. As he aroused me, I began to use my fingernails over his jeans, scratching where I had simply been caressing. I started squirming, wanting more and yet enjoying the exquisite torture of his gentleness. Finally I took one of his hands and led him beneath my t-shirt, up to my cotton bra. I moaned softly as his fingertips finally concentrated on my nipples, both simultaneously, pinching them ever so gently. "Oh, please, harder," I whispered, "Please." He quickly obliged by pinching harder, lightly twisting each protrusion between his fingers as I nearly writhed between his arms. Finally he grabbed my breasts, one in each hand and just held them. My, he had large hands. I felt so safe, so complete, so utterly at home in his hold. I groaned and put my head back on his shoulder as I grabbed his thighs again. As my heartbeat and breathing slowed closer to normal, I turned around on the bench, stretched my neck, and kissed him. Quickly he had his arms around me, holding me as we kissed again and again. He placed me down on the bench and leaned in over me, his lips covering my face and neck with light brushes of heat. He caressed my cheeks with his fingertips, following each stroke with kisses. His lips found my ears, his tongue probing, his breath chilling and heating me at the same time. I tried to keep up, to keep kissing him, but soon lay nearly still, reveling in his ministrations. One of his large hands was back on my breast, gently massaging, rubbing, and arousing my whole body. "Hold on a moment," I said, gently pushing him back and sitting up. I pulled one of my arms into my t-shirt, did my magic, and soon was pulling my bra out the opposite sleeve. "There, that should make things more interesting, don't you think?" I knew my smile was impish, and he responded with what could only be describe as a lascivious grin. I dropped my bra to the floor of the deck as he leaned over me again, nearly giggling. One large, warm hand crept up my skin; leaving goose bumps along the way and making my breath come in starts. My own hands ventured under his shirt in kind and I found his nipples to play with while we kissed. His lips, tongue, mouth were hot, wet and hungry, and my own responded in kind. As we kissed he explored extensively under my shirt, feeling my breasts, noting my scar lines from long-ago surgeries, and finding my long, unshaven underarm hair. he groaned repeatedly into my mouth, never stopping the assault on my tongue. I could have kissed him for weeks, it was so delicious. After a while, though, he licked my lips with his tongue and spoke again. "I did not expect for this to happen today." He held himself above me on his hands. "I did not mean to attack you like this, although, it is quite nice." "Yes, quite nice," I responded breathlessly and smiled at his understatement. "Please don't stop!" I begged earnestly. He grinned down at me, relishing the permission I'd given with my plea, and slowly, watching his hand as he went, wriggled his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of my skirt and under my panties. His large hand covered my nest of hair and simply held my mound, gently, as he'd first held my breast. I lay back again and moaned, loving this touch and still wanting more. He increased the pressure on my fur, holding me tightly and then slowly, oh, so slowly, put one broad finger into the nest to explore. I felt the slight roughness of his work-hardened hands as he parted my lower lips and found the abundance of moisture there. "Oh, so very wet," he said, his breath moistening my neck again. He nibbled there, at the base of my neck while he probed into my vulva. Oh, his fingers were amazingly gentle and so large and broad. Soon he found my clit and began making gentle circles around it. As he did that, I stroked my hands up and down his back under his shirt. He felt so good and solid. His fingers lit a fire inside me that could not be extinguished. He was dancing around my sweet spot like it was his hometown, and I loved it. I writhed beneath him, inadvertently thrusting my pelvis up into his hand. "Oh, yes, yes, please!" I groaned. "So close!" I growled as he finally thrust that finger inside me, immediately pounding on my g-spot. My entire body reduced to one spot, every fiber of my being calling out for that release, that final soaring over the cliff. My hands grabbed hold of the bench on either side of myself, feeling the need to hold myself to the earth. I groaned and thrust beneath his hand, begging and saying things that would otherwise sound ridiculous. He thrummed my g-spot until I could almost not take it anymore and then he clenched his hand, the heel of his palm pounding into my clitoral area, the tip of his finger grinding into my g, and my whole body convulsed, every cell existing for this moment of triumph. He held me there, his puppet, under his control in ecstasy while his hand still grasped me in that most intimate way. All breath was gone from me, all sense had flown. The firmness of his lips on mine brought me back to a quivering consciousness. As he departed from the kiss I saw his hand, felt his now-wet fingers sliding up my belly on their way out of my skirt. Slowly regaining my senses, I realized that he was still fully clothed, and I could feel his bulging erection pressing against my own thigh. I reached down and stroked him firmly through his jeans. Our eyes met again. I knew it was time to repay his kind favor. "Sit up, please" I requested, pushing gently on his chest. He did as I asked and helped me to sit up as well, I kissed him again before standing, and then I pulled him up to stand, facing me. I made full eye contact again as I reached down, pulling on his belt to loosen and unlatch it. "Oh, Hun, this is a public park." He murmured. "I know - we'll be discreet." I unbuckled the belt, unsnapped and then unzipped his fly, and smoothed my hands down the back of his jean to feel his butt. I squeezed his firm cheeks and pulled him close to me. "Good thing not many people come here, huh?" "Oh, we might be the only ones to cum here all day." He leered at me with his pun. We laughed together as a small breeze riffled through our hair. "So far, I'm the only one who has." I sigh, moving one hand around to the front of his open jeans, feeling his erection through his cotton briefs. After stroking a few times, I pulled the elastic out and freed his member, stroking skin-on-skin for the first time. His skin was soft and tender, but the hardness underneath was exhilarating. Pulling on his length a bit, I rubbed the head of his cock under the hem of my t-shirt, across my belly. His precut was so delicious; moistening my skin, so that when that light breeze returned it raised goose bumps and made me groan. I drooled in anticipation. "Please, sit back down, dear." He sat and I knelt in front of him, eager to taste his teasing juice. Holding his rod before me I licked the very tip. Moaning with the pleasure of it, I licked again, guiding his cock with my hand. He was so hard, so ready, dripping with anticipation as I licked him over and over again. He leaned back onto his hands to give me slightly better access and I reached out and gently freed his scrotum from his jeans and underwear. His balls were heavy and tight, but he seemed so well controlled. His maturity was evident in how he restrained himself from cumming as I finally plunged his member deep into my mouth, taking him back into my throat quickly until my lips were at the base of him. He gasped, his breathing short and rapid with the sudden assault on his flesh. One hand gently raised up to stroke my hair as I started to suckle him. I cupped his balls in my hand and started a rhythmic licking inside my mouth. My tongue was laving his shaft as my head bobbed up and down, my lip-covered teeth applying steady pressure. I had to consciously slow myself down, enjoy the moment as his passion grew. Amazing as it was, he still was growing harder and longer in my mouth, steadily reaching towards a climax that I anticipated as much as he. His had stroking my hair was sweet and comforting as I licked and fondled his cock. I could feel him getting closer, could feel the pressure building, mounting as his scrotum started to draw up close to his rod. I stopped, then, suddenly, just as a light breeze came near again. I looked again at him, cock and balls exposed to the fresh air, standing, quivering a little in my hand, up his belly and chest to his flushed face. He'd been looking out, over the deck at the trees and cliff, but suddenly he turned his head down and we made eye contact again. Slowly, keeping my eyes glued to his, I reached out my tongue and licked his cock, base to tip. Long, slow, deliberate strokes with my tongue started to drive him wild again, but my playing had stoked my own fire as well, and I could feel that aching hunger in my core, along with wetness dripping through my panties. A Walk to Remember I stood again and slowly reached up beneath my skirt for the waistband of my panties. Looking around to make certain once again that we were alone, I pulled my panties down and off, leaving my skirt in place. Neither of us spoke as I stood before him and took his penis in hand again. The large head was swollen, pink and moist and I had to have it inside me. He was so hard and erect that I didn't need to guide him, and I knew that my wetness and own swollen lips would provide an eager portal for his passage. I placed one knee on either side of his thighs and straddled his lap. I soon felt his head knocking at the door of my sheath and slowly lowered myself onto him. It had been so long since I'd felt a cock of his size inside me. Real flesh is so much more satisfying than silicone, and I was so completely aroused that I knew my body was meant for this moment. Fully impaled, I ground down into him and we groaned in unison. We shifted a bit so he could lean back more on the bench. Gradually I began to move - first slight rocking, then moving my hips forward and back (thank goodness for those brief belly-dancing lessons), and then rising up and down along his cock. He felt so good my mouth actually watered again. I could feel myself lubricating our union as I rode and clenched around him. My body was so eager I could feel myself spreading to take him deeper, could feel the soft pressure of his balls against my rear. I spasmed around him, shaking and tightening, and releasing more fluid. I threw my head back and groaned, deep in my chest; relishing the delightful sensation I'd so long been denied. I started riding again, up and down his cock as my own insides clenched again in gleeful ecstasy. "Slow down," he said, with his eyes sparkling and his huge hands upon my thighs. "I don't want to cum too quickly." "No," I growled, "I need to feel you cum inside me. Spurt up inside me and fill me. Come on, fuck me!" I could not help myself. I was a hungry creature, needing release. I had felt a great orgasm when he had held me, but I knew that I could not slow down until I felt him cum - his juice is what would release me from this obsession, and nothing else. The fever had taken over all of me. My brain was reduced to a near primal state and I drove on, riding him ferociously, urging him to give me what my body craved. It was selfish, I know, but I had to feel him. Faster I pounded down around him, clenching, and orgasming around him relentlessly. I wanted to shout out over the cliffs as my body mounted that pinnacle again, my nerves screaming out in rapture. Tighter and tighter we were joined, slicker with my increasing cum, and I could feel his pulse inside me, soon, soon, soon. "YES!" I shouted through the woods. "Yes, yes, yes!" He was finally there, spurting up inside me in a laving of hot thick fluid, filling me and fulfilling me at the same time. I came again, too, as I knew I would, my whole body clenching around him in cacophonous unison. Each of our bodies filled the same space, the same time in that one moment when we were truly and utterly one being. Both of us were striving to keep breathing as our souls collided, both strong and brittle, shattering into a million shards of rapture and spilling out over the deck, over the cliffs, flying out on the breeze. He echoed my shouts, all reason gone from us both, groaning and clenched together on that bench, both still nearly fully clothed. After what seemed like a lifetime, we both gasped in huge gulps of air. I sat down upon his lap, still straddling him inside of me, grinning like a kid at Christmas. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair, fluffing it out in the light wind of the day. The air chilled my damp skin, but it felt fantastic. I looked up and around us, gazing back into the woods, and it was as if the colors had suddenly gotten more vibrant. The greens and mottled golds of the sunlight were vaguely neon, and the blue of the sky above was richer, deeper than before. I looked down into his face again. His eyes were closed as he lay beneath me, his smile was beatific. He was entirely relaxed, and I could feel him softening inside me. "I don't want to move yet" I admitted. He gazed up at me with such tenderness, then, and I knew he felt the same way. Eventually we moved, we used some bandana from his pack to clean ourselves, I donned my underwear again, and we walked out of the woods. It was a walk I will never forget. A Walk to Remember Two legs diverged in a wood, and I – I went right between them. "You sure you know where you're going? Cuz once I get out there I won't have any service if you get lost." "Don't worry," you replied, "I know where it is. Remember I'm an outdoors woman, if I get lost I'll just track you." "Ok," I said laughing, "I'm leaving now. I'll see you in twenty minutes." I hopped in my car and drove the twenty minutes to the refuge, pulled into the parking lot and got out to put on some bug spray. As I was finishing you turned your car into the lot and parked it next to mine. "Oh, the smell of Off really turns me on," you said as you got out of your car and came over to join me at the trail head. "I figured either that or the smell of fish would do the trick. You want some?" "Na, I'm not a wuss," you said needling me. "Neither am I, but I'm just so sweet the bugs come for me." "Oh, is that it?" "I like to think so. Anyway, how are you beautiful?" I asked leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the mouth. "I'm good, glad to be home from school for a couple of days though. And even happier to see you." "Wow!" I said surprised. "What?" "That may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." You punched me in the arm, hard. "Oh shut up, I'm not that mean." I rolled my eyes and got another punch for my trouble. "So," you said looking down the path, "you going to show me this place or what?" "Sure, come on," I said starting down the path. We walked for twenty minutes or so, through some dense woods, then down a long hill and out into a big field. The sun was bright and the day was as beautiful as the girl I was with. Somewhere along the way I found myself with my hand intertwined with yours. I looked at you and smiled and you smiled back. "Is that it?" you asked when the observation came into view at the far end of the field. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. It's got all these benches and one of those binocular things so you can look out over the reservoir and look at ducks." "Ducks?" "I don't know," I said, "I just come out here to read. The place is so quiet and there is never anyone else out here. Not sure why they built it but since it's here, I figure I'll get some use out of it." The observation platform sat out a few yards into the marshy edge of the reservoir and as we stepped onto the walkway that led out to the main structure I stopped and pulled you to me. "What?" you asked me a little startled. "Nothing," I said scuffing my feet on the gravel that had spilled from the path onto the planks of the walkway, "it's just that, well, I missed you and I'm glad you are here." You put your hand under my chin and lifted my face so that we were looking each other in the eyes. You didn't say a word, you didn't half to, but I knew you felt the same way. I leaned in and you leaned in and our lips met softly at first, then as our kiss lingered we pressed harder into each other. Our lips parted and our tongues slithered forth, journeying into one another's mouths. As we kissed I could feel a bolt of excitement rush through my body and my cock began to respond. I pulled your body even closer to mine, feeling your feminine parts press into me. My hand went around behind you and grabbed your ass, pulling you tightly against my crotch. For a long time we kissed, enjoying the feeling of each other's presence. Finally we broke our engagement and pulled our bodies away. "C'mon, let's go look at some ducks," you said pulling me down the walkway. We walked up the railing and looked out over the water. Everything was serene and calm on the water and a slight breeze was rustling the trees. Out in the water a fish splashed and a bird chirped a happy song. "This is stunning," you said after taking a few long moments to take it all in. "Not as stunning as you are," I said moving up behind you and pressing myself against you. "You bring me out in the middle of all this nature and all you can think about is sex?" "Is there anything more natural than a man's desire for his woman?" "I guess not," you said laughing. I put my chin on your shoulder and wrapped my arms around your midsection. You turned your head and kissed me on the temple; for a long time we just stood there like that just happy to be in each other's company. But a man can only contain himself so long when he's got a physical specimen such as you at his disposal. I started to softly kiss your neck and moved my hands up under the hem of your tank top and placed them on the smooth skin of your stomach. I moved them over your abdomen and your hips, feeling the feminine shape of your body. My cock was immediately on high alert and I pressed my crotch tight against your backside. You let out a little hum of pleasure and reached your arm up and around, pulling my head into your neck. I started to nibble on your flesh gently and my hands moved further up your shirt to the bottom of your breasts. I hefted them and felt the smooth contours of their bottom in my hands. "Maybe we should sit down," you said. We moved over to one of the benches and sat with you in my lap, half facing me. You leaned back into me and my mouth went to yours; as we kissed deeply and passionately my hand again slid beneath your shirt and back to your breasts. I took the left one in my right hand and started to caress it, feeling your nipple start to grow rubbery at my touch. Our mouths were pressed together tightly, our tongues flipping and sliding over one another as the passion kept on growing. Under my hand your nipple got hard and with my fingers I tugged and twisted it gently, using your piercing to amplify your pleasure. You slid your mouth from mine. "You sure no one ever comes out here?" "I've been out here dozens of times," I said, "and never seen another soul." "Good," you replied and moved your mouth to my neck. Much as I had done to you previously you kissed and nibbled on the skin, down to my shoulder and back up to my ear. It felt good, damn good, and I began to grow hard. I slid my hand from under your shirt and placed it on your thigh. I stroked up and down your smooth skin a few times, each time going higher and higher until I was at your pussy. Once again I discovered you sans panties. "Oh, who was thinking about sex? Mrs. doesn't wear panties for a walk in the woods." "Shut up" you said into the crook of my neck. I smiled knowing that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I pressed my hand against your crotch and you slid your legs apart wide enough to allow me access. I slid my middle finger between your lips and discovered that you were already soaking wet. As we sat there on the bench I slowly fingered you. With your lips on my neck and nothing for my mouth to do I leaned forward and started to kiss your breasts through your shirt. Both of your nipples were now erect and I took turns taking them into my mouth through the thin material. I tried with my left hand to get your shirt up so I could expose your skin, but just couldn't manage it. Luckily, you could, and after you pushed your shirt up I was able to gain full access to your chest. I pressed my face into the soft flesh of your breasts and bit softly at your nipples. I sucked them into my mouth hard, holding them there and flicking my tongue over the tips of them. I had a wondrous time with your nipple ring, pushing it up and down and tugging on it gently with my mouth. "I want you so bad," you said breathlessly. "Right here?" "Yeah, right here." "Ok, I think I'm ready to go," I said. "Well, we'll just make sure of that," you said sliding your body off of mine and onto the seat next time mine. You bent forward at the waist while at the same time your hand pulled the elastic of my shorts back freeing my rock hard cock. The next thing I knew I was in your mouth, your tongue swirling deliciously around the head of my prick. I leaned my head against the back of the bench and just sat there enjoying the feeling of having your lips on me. My hand rested on the back of your golden hair and urged you to take me even deeper. When my cock had reached its fullest capacity, you let it fall from your mouth and scooted back into my lap. You pulled your shorts to the side exposing your perfectly manicured pussy and I aimed my cock at your hole. Slowly you descended, taking me inside of yourself inch by inch until every last bit of me had disappeared and our bodies rested against one another. I lifted your shirt and returned my mouth to your pert breasts and delved my hands down into your shorts and onto your ass. As you continued riding me slowly, my mouth devoured your breasts and my hands explored your backside. "My knees are starting to hurt," you said after you had been riding me for a while. "Do you want to switch positions?" "Na," you said reaching back and sliding off your shoes. You pulled your legs up and placed your bare feet on the bench. "I'll just do it like this." You wrapped your arms around my head and pulled yourself close to me, forcing my face back into your chest. Now instead of fucking me slowly, you began to bounce up and on me hard and fast. Up you came until just an inch or two remained inside of you, then you would crash back down on top of me ramming every bit of my cock deep into your pussy. It didn't take long in that position for your breathing to become shallow and raspy. "I'm going to cum," you said into my ear. "Well bite your lip when you do or you'll scare all the ducks." If you hadn't started cumming at that moment you probably would have stopped and punched me. But you were, and my arm was spared. When your orgasm finally subsided your leaned back and looked at me. "Ok, now my legs are tired. Your turn." "Gladly," I said helping you up and off of me. With us both standing I led you back over to the railing and got behind you. I grabbed the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down just below your ass. With a gentle hand on your back I bent you over slightly, bent my knees and took careful aim. On my first probe I located the correct hole and slid inside; very fortuitous because had I hit the wrong one the ducks really would have been scared. I pushed myself deeper inside of you until my pelvis came in contact with your glorious ass. My hands went to your hips and I began to take you slowly from behind. With each push I used my hands to pull you into me, driving deep inside of you and holding myself there just enjoying the feeling of being coupled with such an amazing woman. Again and again I pushed myself inside of you, fucking you hard if not fast. When we started in this position you were bent at the waist slightly but as time went on your bent further and further until your bent in half with your hands gripping the rail. You were also starting to push back into me, meeting my every thrust and encouraging me to go deeper. So I started to pick up the pace, fucking you faster and faster until each push caused a muffled slap when our bodies collided. I was giving it to you with everything I had, fucking you as hard as I possibly could when I saw you release the railing with one of your hands and move it to your breasts. Then your legs got weak and I had to help hold you up with my hands as you began moaning. "Don't fucking stop," you said looking back at me over your shoulder. The thought had never even entered my mind. You tried to stifle your moans, I'm sure you did, but it just didn't work. Wails of pleasure stared pouring out of you as I kept right on plowing away, slamming every last bit of my cock into the deepest depths of your pussy. As your climax reached a crescendo, I pushed into you one last time and held myself there, feeling your body convulse around me. "I think I need to sit down," you said when you were finally able to speak again. "I've got a better idea," I said sliding myself out of you and pulling up my shorts. Taking you by the hand I led you back off of the observation platform and down the path to the woods. There on the edge of the field was a row of trees that would give us all the privacy we would need. I stripped off my shirt and laid it out on the ground and helped you down onto it. As I hooked my fingers into the waistband of your shorts, you removed your shirt and when I pushed you down onto your back you were completely naked. Quickly I kissed my way down your torso to your legs, letting my mouth linger on your exquisite thighs before moving up to attend to your clit. I licked it with long strokes, drawing wet circles around it, then taking it between my teeth and nibbling gently. Then releasing it from my mouth completely and instead rubbing on it hard and fast with my fingers. I did anything that I could think to do jut to keep you on your toes and bring you as much pleasure as I possibly could. When you lifted your legs, spreading them wide, and put your hand on the back of my head to hold my mouth on you I knew that my efforts were successful. As you let out a gentle moan you rocked and bucked your hips against my face, intensifying your gratification. Meanwhile my cock was back at full attention and desperate to get back inside of you. Once your orgasm finally subsided I slid forward on my knees, grabbed your legs that were splayed wide in my hands, placed them on my shoulders and brought the head of my shaft to your opening. In one desperate rush I entered you, sliding every inch of myself into your pussy. A loud gasp of pleasure or pain, or both, escaped your lips as I pushed your legs back and apart in an effort to venture even deeper within. Once I was convince I had bottomed out inside of you I held myself still for a few moments, reveling in the warmth and wetness and feeling the muscles inside you twitching around my hard cock. Then I began to fuck you with long, hard, crashing strokes that started with me drawing all but the very tip of my prick from inside you, and then roughly slamming myself in my entirety back into your depths. Each descent brought forth a similar gasp from you as well as the concussion of our flesh meeting with force. Again and again and again I pushed into you, reveling in every moment spent inside of you, until my knees started to hurt and I needed to change positions. So I released your legs from my shoulders, pushed my legs out behind me and laid down on top of you supporting my weight on my hands. In this position I couldn't fuck you quite as hard, but I could still go deep and progress at a much faster pace. And now you took an active role, rolling your hips away form me each time I withdrew and pushing them up to meet me each time I returned. Your hands were grasping my arms at the bicep and I could feel the pressure in your grip intensifying. I looked into your eyes and saw them roll back and your eyelids flutter at the same time as I felt your fingernails digging into the flesh of my arms. You were cumming again and this orgasm was going to be one for the ages. Your body went momentarily stiff then began to convulse all over as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over you. Your nails were shredding the skin on my upper arms but I took solace in the knowledge that I was giving you an experience you weren't likely to soon forget. When finally your orgasm trailed off you released your grip on my arms and flung them out beside you as your entire body went limp. "How was that?" I asked rhetorically. "Fucking amazing," you said breathlessly. "Fucking amazing, or amazing fucking?" "Both," you replied and smiled. "Are you getting close, because I think I'm going to have a little trouble walking tomorrow if you keep this up." "I can be," I said "How do you want me to finish?" "Could you lay here and make love to me softly and sweetly?" "Oh, I bet I can manage that." "Good, because I'd like that. And don't worry about waiting for me to cum again, you've more than fulfilled your duties in that area," you said smiling up at me. I took the weight off my arms and settled down on top of you, our naked bodies resting against one another. You wrapped your legs around mine and locked your feet behind my knees and threw your arms around my back, holding me close to you. Slowly I started to move in and out of you. Our lips met and we kissed deeply for a long time as I set about establishing a leisurely pace for our last moments of passion. It was an awesome experience just being there with you, our bodies as one, locked at the hips and at the mouth. When after a prolonged time I started to feel the telltale feelings that precede my own orgasm I broke our kiss and buried my face in the crook of your neck. As I concentrated on the feeling of my cock pistoning in and out of you, your mouth went to my ear, licking and biting gently at my lobe. That was all it took. I felt myself growing even harder and I pushed deep inside you and held myself against you as the muscles of my cock spasmed delivering the first stream of cum into your warm pussy. Over and over I shuddered as my cock worked depositing every last drop I had to give into the very depths of you and I heard myself cry out with pleasure. When at last I had given all that I could my exhausted body collapsed against yours. Your arms held me tight and for a long while we said nothing, both of us simply basking in the afterglow of our glorious coupling. When I finally had the strength I pulled my face from your neck and propped myself on one elbow. I looked deeply into your beautiful blue eyes and smiled. "That was the best trip to the woods ever," I said. "You just wait till next time," you said and kissed me. "Oh?" I said in mock surprise. "We're going to 'get back to nature' again sometime?" "Let's just say that the ducks had better get used to my mating call." A Walk to Remember When she left the house, she knew that it was more than the anticipation of endorphins and the solitude of her nightly walk that she was looking forward to. Before even getting to the trail her heart began racing, and she had to take a moment to calm her nerves. She was about to break all the rules tonight, something she wasn't used to doing. She had done what was expected her entire life; from grade school, through high school, to college. Her marriage was no different. Her husband just replaced her daddy, so she did what she was told—always. But tonight was different. Tonight she was taking a step towards an independence she wasn't used to. Nothing was going to stop her tonight. "Calm down," she told herself as she began her walk. It's just a meeting, a meet-and-greet, so to speak. Just to get to know someone, a potential lover for her and her husband to play with. They were just beginning to explore the secret world of swingers. This one had caught her interest...so why not meet him. Ok...she knew that wasn't why she was meeting him. He'd never work in the gig she and her husband had going. First of all, he was too young. Second of all, he had told her kissing was important to his lovemaking, and since it was against the rules her husband had established for their extracurricular playing, there was not hope for it. So why was she meeting him? As she walked towards the designated meeting place, she had to ask herself yet again why she felt the need to go against what she KNEW her husband would hate. He'd never approve of her meeting someone without him there...much less without his permission. She kept coming up with the same answer, excitement. This is what she had been missing for years. Excitement. It was probably why she had agreed to her husband's suggestion of swinging to begin with. Swinging definitely wasn't her idea, not originally anyway. So here she was, walking along her normal five mile route, but with the intention of not completing her walk. What she expected to happen, she wasn't sure. She had started talking to him just that day. When he messaged her, she couldn't help but notice several things: first of all his obvious good looks. He was young looking, clearly in his twenties. He had a hot boyish charm that would capture any woman's attention. Clearly he was Latino, with a lovely natural tan, black hair and black, searing black eyes. However, beyond his good looks, she also noticed that he had just signed up for the site that very day. "Nice," she thought, "not jaded to the lifestyle yet." Finally she had looked at his age. Oh my! Only twenty-seven. So young! As they had chatted, she couldn't help but think how different it would be to have a twenty-seven-year-old, as opposed to her fifty-one-year-old husband. Libido and stamina were bound to be different. This was proven during their chat when after sharing a few pictures of each other; she got daring and sent him one of her in a bra. He commented that he was going to have to go again. "Again?" she thought. What was he talking about? It was then that he confessed that he had came while looking at her first picture she had put up for him. That was only a few minutes prior, and here he was saying he needed to do it again. Wow! Far different from her husband, who was good for once, maybe twice a week, if she was lucky. Maybe that was why she was now walking toward the meeting spot, getting more nervous with each step. She didn't want to analyze it too much. She was just going with it. Besides, it was just a meeting. Right? As she walked to the designated meeting area, she could tell he wasn't there yet. Maybe he won't show. That's probably for the best. She had just about convinced herself that he wasn't going to show when she saw someone coming towards her. In the semi-darkness, she could tell it was him. Oh God...here she goes. Her heart started pounding. She greeted him with a smile she was afraid looked trembling. She could feel the nervous excitement coursing through her like electric currents. Her hands trembled slightly as she greeted him with a friendly hug. His return hug was slightly more than friendly, but not off-putting or uninviting. It was just a little too intimate for the circumstances. Then again, maybe hers was too stiff. She felt like a fish out of water. After her awkward greeting and self-doubt— after all, what would a young stud like him want with a mom like her—she invited him to walk down the dark path with her and chat. The chatting was mostly polite chitchat. Basic get-to-know-you crap that was used to avoid what was really going on. As they slowly walked down the path talking, she could feel his eyes burning into her, seeing through her awkwardness to her desire. She felt convinced that he could see her heart pounding out a primitive drum beat of desire. They didn't have to walk far before they found a secluded little, dark spot to talk privately. She leaned up against a wooden rail as they continued their pointless conversation. That's when he swooped in. Before she knew it, he had his chest arrogantly pressed up against her. He didn't reach out to hold her, didn't touch her at all save for his chest against her breasts. He stared hotly into her eyes. Ducking his head close to hers but not actually touching her. She back up slightly, shyly. "I know what you're trying to do," she said with an air of pretend shock. She had known all along he'd at least try to put a move on her. She just didn't know if she was prepared for the reality. "What?" he said cockily. "You don't want me to?" She wanted to say yes, but her mind kept screaming at her that this was against the rules. The DAMN rules! He must have sensed her hesitation, because he backed off for a second. This made her mad, frustrated—at herself. NO. I'm NOT losing this opportunity to get something I want, and right now, I want to kiss this amazing looking man. With a flirtatious smile, she stepped closer to him. "Well, just a small one," she whispered as his lips met hers. That first kiss was not hesitating, or brief. It was long and hard; tongues were seeking. She was desperate for more. God, it had been SO LONG since feeling anything like this and he felt so good. More than that, she was wrapped tightly in his amazing scent. Her senses seemed to be exploding and wanted more. That is when she felt his fingers starting to wander the front of her cotton walking pants. She wanted to grab his hand and place it where she needed it, but she couldn't; that same hesitation she'd been dealing with for years stopped her from aggressively pursuing what she wanted. His finger roamed and flicked, never quite hitting the right spot. All the while, he kissed her with passion and enthusiasm. She was spellbound and frustrated all at the same time. Finally she could feel his experienced hand reach for the top of her pants and reach inside her panties. Oh God that first touch was like fire! She could feel that she was soaking wet and yet she burned with unquenchable heat. She breathed harder and gave a little moan as pleasure filled her with the stroking of that one finger. Still kissing her, he held her tightly with one arm as his finger did magical things to her clit. It was as if he could read her mind; he knew exactly how to touch, where to touch, and how much pressure to use while doing it. She began to pant, and as much as she tried not to, her moans grew stronger and more urgent. She grabbed onto him tightly and broke the kiss in order to place her face in the crook of his neck as the first orgasm sent wave after wave of spasms through her body. She gasped and moaned and couldn't stop the little muted cries of pleasure that came from deep within her chest. In her experience, when she came like this she would push the man's hand away and recover. When she tried to do that this time, however, he would not remove his hand, but instead kept his fingers flicking and moving over her soaked pussy and clit. Without warning, a second orgasm hit her, sending her over the edge again. She held onto him tightly for fear that she would fall to the ground. He supported her with his strong frame and continued flicking and stroking. The third climax made her eyes roll and she couldn't take one more minute of being touched. She was overly sensitive and was not going to be able to tolerate one more orgasm given that way. But oh God! She felt amazing and charged. Did that really just happen? Here? Out on the walking trail? Where anyone could have seen or hear? She was insane! He stood there holding her as she caught her breath, trying to regain her senses. "Are you okay?" he asked with a little concern and a lot of pride in his voice. Okay? Was he serious? Of course she was okay. She was better than okay. "I have to get going back," he whispered to her when she stepped away from him. She knew she too should be heading back. So they turned around and slowly headed back the way they had come. She knew the trail quite well now and knew every well lit area, as well as every darkened, hidden cove. As they were coming to one of the more isolated areas, a half-formed idea compelled her to act spontaneously. When they were about half-way through the tree lined area she stopped and grabbed his hand. He wasn't prepared for her move and turned around to face her questioningly. She simply smiled coyly, took a bold step close to him and kissed him. This time SHE was the aggressor and she knew exactly what she was doing. He gave a muted moan of pleasure when she ran her hand over the front of his jeans, feeling for a hardness she KNEW would be there. She was not disappointed. There was an unmistakable hardness beneath her fingers and she wanted to investigate it further. With a confidence she didn't know she possessed, she broke the kiss and looked him in the eye when she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. He didn't break her eye contact. She wasted no time in releasing his cock from his pants and underwear. She smiled playfully when she saw his eyes dart around nervously checking to see if anyone was coming. They were totally alone on the dark trail. She allowed her fingers to get familiar with the feel of the velvety soft hardness of his cock. She familiarized herself with his length and girth, both of which pleased her. She could feel every inch, but not see him for the darkness. Somehow that frustrated her. She looked directly into his eyes as she held him and milked him with her hand. "What do you want?" she asked quietly. He didn't hesitate when he whispered back, "I want you to suck it." She didn't have to be asked again. She put her hands on his hips, lowered herself into a squatting position in front of him, and hungrily took him into her mouth. The first taste of him was amazing. He had his own unique smells and flavors. She allowed her tongue to roll over him and explore. He gave a little, quiet gasp and allowed her to do as she wanted. She loved what she was doing and loved what she was feeling. This was HER moment. She returned his earlier gift by taking him as deeply into her mouth as she could get him. He grabbed the back of her head, winding his fingers into her hair. She moved her mouth up and done on his cock, all the while her tongue was lashing and rubbing. Her mouth gave soft suction. She couldn't get enough of him. She love the low sounds he was making, love the way his hips pumped slowly against her working mouth. She sensed the change in him when it happened. His breathing came in harsh gasps. She could feel his movements growing stronger and knew he was so close to his own climax. Knew she wasn't going to stop him. Knew she was going to break just one more rule for the night. He aggressively held her to him as his orgasm hit. She could feel him fill her mouth with cum, but there was no disgust in her. He tasted good, felt good and she didn't want him to stop. His knees soon sagged a little, though, and she could tell that he was weak from the experience. Standing up, she hugged him and smiled. She felt quite proud of herself. She knew she had pleasured him and it felt good. She had pleased herself. More than anything, she felt powerful and desirable. THIS is why she came out here tonight. They finished their walk quietly and comfortably. Neither of them needed to say much. With the softest of kisses, they parted ways. A Walk to Remember Sunlight danced on the trail as the leaves whispered secrets to one another over our heads. My heart beat a rhythm to match the tempo of our feet as I caught up to her on the downslope. This was my chance. I slipped my hand into Charlie's as we fell into step together. It wasn't that long ago that this gesture came easily to me, a casual intimacy that we shared without thinking. Now just our hands touching makes my adrenaline rush like I'm about to jump off the side of a building. Charlie squeezes my hand and runs her thumb along it's back, but then pulls away, grinning, "People will see us." I want to run and shout that I don't care, because my heart is about to pound out of my chest, it's so loud I imagine that it changes the timbre of my voice like a slap on the back. "What will they see?" I ask. Charlie changes her pace in such a way as to shove her hip into mine, bumping me further away from her. Even this gap between us feels like it stretches an elastic cord, and I bounce back into step an instant later. She ducks her head and her hair falls into her eyes, but she is looking at me as through a curtain. She pulls her hair back into place behind her ear and reveals...I can't tell what is there. Desire? Amusement? I know what I want to see. I want the look in her eyes to be the same that I feel in burning in mine. I want her to see me as I see her, but I'm not sure. Even as my breath comes short in my chest my doubting mind asks, Why would she, how could she want me this way? "Charlie." I hear my voice, but it's foreign, it comes from a deeper place inside me than any normal sound. Suddenly my hand is on her waist and I'm guiding her off the side of the path. We've just crossed over the bridge and we're entering the shadow of the giant oak. Normally a destination for picnics, and quick breaks on the trail, it is blessedly deserted for the moment. The temperature drops a few degrees as we cross into the shade, and at the same time sweat beads at the top of my shoulder blades and streams down my back. It doesn't have to do with the temperature. A rush of action I'm not entirely in control of has brought us up against the ancient tree. She is leaning in the lee of the massive trunk and she's looking up at me. I lean in, whispering, "Charlie, please." Her hair is damp at her ear, from the heat, but she smells like grass and sweat and her, just Her and I want so much to kiss her, but I need to know that she is taking this step on her own, that she wants this. Me. So I stand there, with one hand on her hip, and my right hand has found it's way tangled into her hair, I don't remember doing that, it's like my body is driving and my mind is asleep at the wheel. But I wait, so much of my body is tight, is at attention, that when it finally happens, I feel like I've been struck. Her eyes lock onto mine and the intensity is enough that I almost break, almost pull her towards me, but I don't have to because suddenly she is there and her lips are on mine. So soft. My first thought is that they are softer than I had expected, and I wonder what she is thinking for a split second, but then a quiet sound escapes, not from her lips but from her chest. A moan. And that is all the permission I need. I open my mouth and deepen the kiss as I pull her closer to me at the waist; my hand sliding further behind her head. Now my tongue finds hers and it's like we've found each other in the middle of a hurricane. All around us a storm rages and we are it's eye. This center, this point between us is alive. I am alive in a way that I wasn't aware of before. The nerves in the tips of my fingers as they brush the denim at her waist are lightning bolts. Her breath is a gale force wind. There are floods breaking levies in my heart, and I want more. I want to take this storm inside me and let it consume me. Just as I feel that I'll drown here, happily lose my last breath amid this flood, Charlie breaks away, and I claw back to the surface of reason. The sun is bright and hot and Charlie is staring at me, and I know that I am on the other side of a moment I will remember the rest of my life. A Walk To Remember Ch. 2 It has been several weeks since that night. I have walked home the same way each night, but to no avail. I am about to give up, but decide to try one more time. I leave a little later than usual and it is already dark when I reach the edge of the woods. As I walk through the darkness, all I can hear is the sound of my footsteps in the pine straw. I stop to rest on a stump. While I sit there, I think I hear steps behind me. I strain to hear. My heart beats faster as I realize that I do hear steps. By the sound, there is more than one person coming toward me. I stand up and try to decide which way to run. I turn to the left and run straight into a large man. He grabs me and throws me down. "Here she is...." he yells. I hear as two more men join him over me. I hear the voice of the man who assaulted me weeks ago. "I told you I would be back, didn't I bitch? I've seen you walking through here, wanting me to fuck you again. I brought friends this time, just like I promised" I reply "I see that..." He apparently does not like my tone and he slaps me. Not hard enough to hurt bad, just sting. He tells me "Get undressed, whore! We don't have all night" I stand up and half heartedly try to run. The smaller of the three grabs me by the hair and pulls me back. "That'll cost you, slut" and with that he pushes me down to my knees and I can hear his zipper as he pulls his cock free. I reach up and take his hard cock into my hands. I begin stroking him, using the pre-cum that is oozing out to lubricate him. He moans and grabs me by the head. He shoves his dick past my lips and I can't help but moan. Within seconds he is thrusting his cock in and out....fucking my mouth. He cums hard, shooting a load in the back of my throat. He turns to the first man and says "Damn, this slut can suck cock good!" The largest of the three decides he wants to see and walks up to me and puts his hand on the back of my neck and slides his dick into my mouth. He is groaning as I deep throat him. His cock is very fat and its hard to take it all the way in. He pulls out of my mouth in time to blow his cum all over my face. He takes the head of his cock and smears it around my face, saying "Lick it up, cunt. Clean my cock with your hot mouth" I lick it and suck all his cum off his dick. The first man pulls me to my feet and tells me to get undressed. I do as I am told this time. He knows I am enjoying this, even though I pretend to be very frightened. He whispers "Put on a good act here and I will give you the best fuck of your life" I am standing in front of these three men, naked and shivering. The smallest one gets on his knees in front of me and tells me to spread my legs. I take my foot and shove him down onto his back and turn to run. The large man tackles me and slaps my ass several times, hard. I cry out and the first man says "shut up bitch. You are going to get fucked up if you don't play nice" The small guy gets between my legs and I can feel his hot breath on me. He slides a finger into my cunt and I can tell he is surprised to see how wet I am. I instinctively pump against his hand and I feel his mouth clamp down on my clit. I cum instantly and he keeps licking and sucking me while he fucks me with his finger. The first man straddles me and I feel his hard cock between my tits. He takes my tits into both hands and wraps them tightly around his cock. He starts fucking my tits and I can't hold back as I cum on the small man's face. He moves up and gets in position to slide his dick in me. He starts teasing my clit with the head of his cock. I am grinding my pelvis toward him, wanting to feel his cock in me. The man on top of me pinches my nipples and twirls them between his fingers. I am screaming from the pain and pleasure. He slaps my tits and tells me to shut up. I scream out again and he slaps them even harder. I am pumping on the cock in me and wanting the cock between my tits to cum in my mouth. As soon as he starts to cum, he moves up and slams his dick into my mouth. He grunts as I suck greedily on his dick "Oh yes! Take my cock bitch, take it to the back of your throat. Suck me dry, you whore" The man in me starts to cum and is slamming into me. I cum all over his hard dick. The large man removes the rest of his clothes and lies down on his back. The first man pulls me up by my hair and pushes me on top of the large man. The large man grabs my ass and without hesitation, shoves his dick up inside my dripping cunt. He is so fat that he fills me up. He pulls me down and sucks my tits. While I am in this position, the small man gets behind me and starts to finger my ass. He tells the first man, "You were right, her ass is tight." He grabs me by the hips and I can feel the head of his cock at my ass. I struggle to get away but this just causes his dick to slide in. He moans and slams himself all the way in. I am groaning and pumping on the two dicks inside me. The feeling of both holes being full of cock is so unbelievable. Our bodies are slapping against each other. The first man moves to my right and drops to his knees. He grabs me roughly and shoves his cock into my mouth. The man in my ass is pumping harder and harder, while the one under me is grinding his dick into me. The one in my mouth is pulling my hair and telling me what a whore I am. "Fuck all these cocks, slut. That's it, you know you love serving all these big dicks." I answer by moaning on him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. Finally, the cock in my cunt starts to cum and he is slamming into me, grunting and moaning as he fills me with his hot cum. The guy in my ass pushes his dick in as deep as it will go and holds still as it shoots load after load into my tight, hot ass. The man in my mouth pulls out and pulls me off these two dicks. He tells me to get onto my knees and in one thrust, he shoves his dick into my wet, pulsating ass. He reaches down and grabs my tits and as he pumps his dick into my ass, he pulls at my nipples. I move my hand down to my cum soaked cunt and finger myself. I cum several times while my ass is getting the fuck of my life. I look back at him and tell him "I want you to shoot your load into my ass so I can suck your cum off your cock. Please, I want to show you what a fucking slut I am" With that he moans and slams himself into me over and over again. He fills my ass with cum and without missing a beat, pulls out, turns me around and shoves his dick into my mouth. I suck on him, feeling him stir and get hard instantly in my mouth again. I moan and stop long enough to tell him how much I love sucking his cock. Hearing this, the two other men move to either side of me and stroke their cocks. The cock in my mouth swells and he shoots his hot cum in my mouth. While I am still sucking the last drop from his cock, the two others keep stroking and they both blow their load onto my tits and face at the same time. I have cum all over me and I reach up and rub it in. The first man pulls me to my feet, kisses me and gives me the same warning as last. "Wait ten minutes before leaving" I nod and they get dressed and walk away. While I am waiting there, I hear one of them come back up to me. It is the first man. He pulls me close to him and I feel his hard dick on my belly. "I can't get enough of you, you nasty whore" then he pushes me back against a tree, lifts one leg and shoves his dick into me. I grab his ass and pump back on him, matching each thrust. He bends down and sucks and bites my tits as he fucks me. We cum at the same time, both moaning loudly. He pulls out and says "Maybe next time, you should plan to have a friend walk with you. Do NOT make me angry by disobeying me" I can only nod as he walks away.