When the last of it has passed, leaving her breathing heavily, I give myself a little more time. Still inside her as far as I can reach, I run my hands up her sides, lifting her tank top. She isn’t wearing a bra, so when I pull it over her breasts, the perky nipples in my palms get exposed to the surrounding air. Today is the warmest we’ve had so far, but it’s still cooler than she’s normally comfortable with. She doesn’t seem cold, though. She’s pink and flushed all over, warmed up by what we’re doing.
I pinch both nipples, which gets me a throaty little moan, and then look down at us. She looks almost naked while I’m still dressed, and it adds to the forbiddenness of the moment. We’re outdoors, in the middle of the woods, with a popular hiking trail not thirty steps away from us. We’ve come across several hikers in the past few hours, and any of them could pass by. Is she thinking about it too? About someone noticing us? The foliage would hide us for the most part, but passers-by could hear us and realize what’s going on.
Aroused by the idea, I slowly pull out, then in, watching my shiny cock appear, then disappear. “I bet you like this,” I start, voice low. “Knowing someone could pass by. Other hikers. That’s why you’re so fucking wet, my love.”
She lets out a semblance of a protest, but I feel the way her insides squeeze my cock. Yes, she likes it. A lot.
Lazily, leisurely, I fuck her. I need to give myself a chance to make her come once more, so I can release myself with her, and for that, I must make it slow. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, rocking front and back with my thrusts, making my cock go in and out. In and out.
As her moans grow in intensity, so does my pace. When I’m not holding on to her hips, I’m playing with her tits, fondling, squeezing, pinching… My entire focus is on her, on the sounds she makes, the curve of her arched back, the way her ass wriggles anytime my hips snap into it.
But then I hear it. Voices. A small group of at least four people, two men and two women. Seemingly no children. When I look, never halting my momentum, I discern the vivid colors of their clothes through the trees, finding them walking up the path we took, the one we deviated from to do this. No children.
Nothing in Andrea’s demeanor tells me she’s noticed, but then, she’s busy enjoying my cock fucking into her at a steady pace.
I pull her up, bringing her shoulders to my chest and her head to my shoulders as I keep going in and out of her. The snapping of my hips increases, and this new angle turns her moans into small cries.
“People are coming,” I grunt into her ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
Her eyes widen with surprise as she immediately bites her lower lip in an attempt to hold back her moans. I give her no mercy. On the contrary, I fuck her harder, determined to make her come as fast as possible. This is one of her fantasies, even if she might not have accepted it yet, and if I time it correctly…
One hiker laughs obnoxiously, revealing to her how close they are. “Lex,” she protests, trying to push my hips away with feeble hands.
“Not a sound, Andrea,” I remind her, holding her close with one hand across her chest while the other travels to where we’re joined.
When I strum at her clit again, she understands what I’m doing. She gazes up at me with a mix of shock, need, lust, and questions. She does her best to stay silent as I work us to the finish line, the slapping between us quick and sharp. If those hikers weren’t talking so much, they’d certainly hear us.
Determined to make this moment memorable for my freckled dork, I pinch her clit, hard enough to make it impossible to hold back a small scream. It works, and the hikers, who are as close to us as they can be, stop talking.
“Did you hear that?” one of them asks.
The tree shields us from their view, which is the only reason I’m allowing this. No one gets to see my Andrea like this. No one but me. And because I don’t want them to come check, I change the amplitude of my thrusts, giving her deep and short ones that don’t make a sound. When she lets out another strangled moan, I lay my free hand over her lips, helping her stay quiet.
“It was probably a bird or something,” one of them says dismissively.
“It’s mating season, right? That’s when they make weird noises to draw attention.”
“It’s spring,so yeah.”
“Mating season…” I say low into Andrea’s ear. “If they knew there’s a good little slut getting mated, do you think they’d come and watch?”
She explodes. There’s no other word for it. Her orgasm is so intense, so sudden, that I barely have time to pinch her nose and contain the scream of pleasure that tears through her. My own climax hits me like a punch, cum shooting out of me and into her spasming tightness. Luckily for us, the hikers have resumed their conversation and their climb.
I hold Andrea as she shakes from the pleasure, my hips jerking into her with uncontrollable jolts. She’s so fucking soaked from the experience, my balls are dripping with it. And it seems that I come enough to fill a shot glass, so it soon begins dripping from around my girth, adding to the mess. As soon as she seems to have it under control, I release her lower face, allowing her to take big gulps of fresh air.
With my forehead to the back of her head, I catch my breath as well. When she twists her neck to meet my eyes, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her in a manner that is remarkably tender, given what we just did.
“That was unexpected,” she breathes out.
“Really? You didn’t expect it would happen when you chose those pants?”
“They’re yoga pants, Lex. Literally made for exercising.”
I chuckle and give her another kiss. “You liked that, didn’t you?” I murmur in her ear.
“You have to ask?”
“No, I felt it. And look at you,” I continue, passing my hand between her thighs, the upper part of them completely soaked.
