The Wood: Part 1

I followed him into the woods. Why? Because he said so and I like to obey.

We didn’t say much of anything as we walked, minus his occasional “Watch your step.” About a mile into the woods, we came to a stop in a small clearing. There was a dark grey rock, sort of like a boulder, it was smooth on the sides but had a fairly flat top. There was a hammock hanging next to it. It was Tye-Dyed purple, blue, and red and had rope looped through its ends that held it to the trees.

He went to the hammock and flicked off a few leaves. Obviously he was no stranger to this spot. I wondered if he had brought any other girls here. Probably.

He turned around and faced me. He didn’t smile or smirk, but his eyes were on full alert. I watched as they traced over every bit of my body and back again. Pretty sure he was thinking of where to begin. I hoped he would kiss me. We didn’t kiss much. That seemed too personal to him and what we were doing was purely physical.

He walked over to me, “Put your hair into a pony tail.” I did as told. I made sure it was tight and secure. He pulled my shirt over my head and then pulled my running shorts and underwear to the ground. As he came back up he skimmed over my navel with his tongue. It gave me goose bumps. I stepped out of my shorts as he pulled me firmly towards the boulder.

He turned, grabbed me around my waist and set me right on top of the rock. The sun rays must have been beamed at it all day because it was warm and toasty against my bare ass. I watched intently as he took his shirt off and even more as he pulled his shorts to the ground. I was dead staring at his bulging package when he said, “Alison,” I looked up quickly to meet his eyes, “open your legs.”

I separated my legs. I was happy to do so, the heat from the rock had made them sweat a little and start to stick together.

“More” he commanded. And so I did. My legs were wide open and he was staring directly at my sex.

“I want you to play with yourself.”

I reached my hand between my legs and was surprised to find how wet I already was. I guess that wasn’t just sweat between my thighs. I touched my clit softly and let my finger glide down further. I pushed it inside me and massaged it back up again. I kept doing this, each time smearing my juices all over my sex. It got very wet, very fast. I started paying more attention to my clit, rubbing it harder and faster. When I looked up to see his reaction I jumped a little. He was naked now and touching himself.

He came closer to me and brushed his hands up my thighs. They were calloused and dry. He pulled me a bit closer to the edge of the rock. I felt wetness and knew I was sitting where my juices that had dripped on to the rock. He moved his head between my legs and gently bit my inner thighs. His tongue moved swiftly to my clit and it startled me. His hands moved to my waist and his forearms held down my thighs while he toyed with me.

His tongue moved from my clit down to my lips and back up again. To be continued…