Sex on the fringe of the forest
The much-awaited Friday evening came. The train station was swarming with people who were done with their week’s work, hurrying home. The June was exceptionally hot this year, so people were trying to combat heat in whatever ways they could, consuming vast amounts of ice-cream sold on every corner, refreshed themselves with mineral water, and wore as less clothes as their figure allowed them to.
I approached the suburban ticket windows where plenty of people were queued up, and started studying the guys and girls around me. Most faces were expressionless, eyes empty, foreheads glazed with sweat. Old age pensioners could be seen all around, attempting to change the sultry and stuffy Moscow for their country houses bathed in lush vegetation. A stunning dark-haired woman looking a bit over 30 caught my attention. She was wearing a light pink dress, almost see-through. She stood in front of me in the queue, so I could shamelessly stare at her near-perfect figure. The neck of this stranger, as well as her entire body, had a marvelous bronze tone; her feet, mostly uncovered by the lovely miniskirt, ended in flip-flops, and her yellow thongs could be clearly seen because of the close-fitting dress. This amazing combination stirred my brain and ignited my passions, but I remembered about Mary and the obsession started fading away. The girl bought herself a ticket and headed towards the entrance. Finally I could see her face, surrounded by seemingly roughly cut hair and a skew fringe almost covering these huge brown eyes of hers. I noticed her full lips begging to be kissed, her mat skin and some really fresh perfumery bringing images of paradise to my mind.
Finally I got to the ticket window, I got one and rushed to the entrance, bumping into slow people who seemed to appear in my way out of nowhere. The suburban train was to leave in two minutes, so I jumped into the last car with so many people inside that it exceeded my wildest expectations. I started working my way to the middle of the train, car by car, using elbows heavily. It took an eternity to get to the first car where I finally managed to find some space. I slid between two muscled guys who had shoulders so wide I had to bend over a bit and spend my trip in this position. I had nothing to do and so I started staring at people around me. To my joy, soon I caught the eyes of the sexy lady whom I had spotted in the queue. I winked at her, and she replied with a disarming smile which made me forget about my girlfriend for a while, hoping that this hot lady did have some interest in me. My girl was waiting for me in the country house, and it was a 40-minute trip. I spend these minutes feasting on this lovely stranger with my eyes. Good things never last, so soon the train was approaching my station. I got up quickly and headed for the doors.
The town in the province greeted me with last rays of the setting sun along with a smell of something stale and rotting. I had a long way to the country house ahead. I bought a pack of smokes and started walking through the woods. Suddenly I saw the silhouette of that girl who looked like an old friend at that point, so I increased my pace, came alongside her and started the conversation from a casual greeting.
- Hello!
- Hey there, she replied and smiled.
- Going to a country house? I asked this question trying my damnedest not to stare at her yellow bra seen through the fine thin dress.
- Yep. I go there every week to relax with my friends. It’s a long way to go anyway, she said and sighed pouting her full lips.
- It will be more fun walking together. I know a ton of stories and even more jokes, I replied, clapping her lightly on the shoulder. She did not mind and we kinda connected.
So we kept walking like this along the edge of the forest. We laughed, chatted, and finally we wanted to have a rest sitting on a log lying on the side of the road. She sat there, took her flip-flops off and stretched herself with catlike grace. I paid attention to her curvy gems again and thought there was no way back. This was a perfect opportunity to bring my erotic fantasies to life, right here, almost in the woods. I cautiously moved towards her and tried to deliver a kiss.
- You little fool, I’ve been waiting for this. I’d have done this right in the train, but here is fine, too, she said, and returned the kiss with passion.
My hands started sliding along her back, feeling the tenderness of her skin, her scent driving me crazy. She moved her legs apart, and we kept kissing enjoying ever second of it. I took her to the ground and laid on top of her, my hand bringing her skirt up in an accurate movement, and I started caressing her clit through the lacy thongs she had on. Her lips exuded a pleasure moan, and she started unzipping my jeans. With her eyes closed, her finely groomed fingers started moving my foreskin along the swollen shaft. I left my manual work for a moment to took her panties off, soaked in her juices, the smell turning me mad. I plunged into sexual euphoria. She stopped stroking my cock and wrapped her lips around it. Her movements were hard, she swallowed the entire length and took it out abruptly, licking, kissing and fondling the balls. I could cream her face in seconds, so I powerfully made her take a doggy style position and spend several seconds watching her slit and her butthole while she was pleasing her pussy. I took a rubber out, put it on and directed my spike into her pulsing anus. It did not surprise her at all, in fact, a moan of enjoyment proved that I was right in my non-standard decision.
Her walls took a firm grip around my dick, and I thought that maybe I was the first to be in there. I was thrusting into her butt like a sex-crazed machine, anally deflowering her. We heard a car passing by, and it turned us on even more. She did not stop fondling her clit while I was wrecking her hot ass. Finally she came and froze for a moment. I withdrew, took the condom off and shot on her back. Her backdoor chute was open and damn it was a sight to see. We spend some seconds lying close to each other not saying a word. Then we took our clothes on and started walking the road again. Parting, I asked what her name was.
- Olesya, a reply came to me as she was entering the gates of the house.
- I’m Andrew, I shouted, but I guess she did not hear that.
March 2nd, 2009 - Posted in Seduction and debauchery | |
