It was a warm and sunny day early in the summer. I was hiking on a trail a short drive from my home. A man approached from the other direction. He looked familiar. Long time ago? Oh my god!
"George?"
George and I had a fling the summer between my freshman and sophomore years, after I abandoned my career as a stripper, and if I admitted it, a whore. He surely knew how to push a girl's buttons; he pushed mine on our first date and two or three times a week through the whole summer. In his car, on the car, behind an old barn, by a creek in the woods, in his family room when nobody else was home. Good thing I was on birth control and good thing we had lots of insect repellent.
But George's family moved away before I got home for Thanksgiving. I hadn't seen him since. Not like I cried a lot. There were other boys, and men, some even married. After I transferred to another university, one of those men was my future husband, from whom I kept many secrets - though I clearly was no virgin. We had now been married eight years and I had never strayed.
"Candy? Oh wow, it's you. Candy!" he exclaimed as we charged together, hugged and exchanged mostly innocent kisses. "Tell me everything. It's been so long. What's been happening? Are you married?" I showed him my ring. George had one, too. We both started walking in the direction I had been going. We told our stories the way friends do - college, jobs, both of us getting married, who we've heard from or followed - nothing too detailed. He and his wife had just moved back to town a couple months ago.
Partway along, we came upon a bench and sat there recalling memories and sipping our water bottles. The obvious was bound to come up and he mentioned it first, "We sure had some great times that summer."
"You would be referring to the back seat of your car? Or out behind Raymond's barn?"
"Well yeah. You thought it was good, too. Right?"
"I'll admit you knew how to light up a girl, he he."
"Actually, I think about you a lot, Candy!"
"You say that to all your old conquests," I said as I watched him put his hand on my knee, "but I have to admit I've never been fucked outside so much since."
"Well, most of the time, we couldn't go inside. You know," he offered in defense. He turned his face closer. His hand moved further up my leg.
"Most of the time," I agreed with a wavering voice. Our eyes were locked. His hand briefly brushed between my legs and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my breast. "Oh George," I muttered glancing at my ring. Our tongues played with each other.
"Oh Candy. I wish. I only wish," he managed to say as his hand was again between my legs.
"Me, too. Sometimes being married really sucks." I had the bulge in his shorts in my hand. We were both breathing hard. I could feel the dampness in my panties as he rubbed me there. My insides were tightening.
We kept at that for a few moments but then there was someone coming far down the trail. "Maybe this isn't the best place," I said, breaking our spell.
There was a thicket off to one side and it extended up and over a small ridge. I grabbed George's hand and dragged him laughing and giggling into the woods over the hill. We stopped when we were sure we were out of sight. Our French kissing resumed in earnest. He pushed up my tee shirt. I undid my bra. George always knew how to lick and suck on this girl's boobs, and it felt terrific. My shorts only had an elastic waistband. His hand slid down easily. Soon his fingers were driving my clit crazy. "Oh, Oh, Oh."
I wasn't sure how far I was going to let this go, but damn, he'd got his cock out. He was dragging my shorts and panties down over my knees. The passion, the desire, were becoming overwhelming. I shook my legs clear and pulled his shorts down. The four-legged, two-headed beast hobbled over to a tree. Our arms wrapped around each other. His body pressed against mine. His cock against my belly. His hands up in my hair. The need. The need. My hand moved his cock between my legs. Vows? What vows? I rolled my hips forward. This was not to be expert lovemaking. This was do it, do it now.
His penis entered my oh-so-ready vagina. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Our bodies rocked into each other with each thrust. My orgasm. Were only the trees listening? Thrust, thrust. Electricity down to my toes. Thrust, thrust. Feeling his release begin. Pulse, pulse, pulse after pulse. More thrusts even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his limp cock fell out of my pussy.
Out of breath, still clamped together, we stared at each other smiling broadly in our semi-nakedness. "Oh, George!"
"Oh, Candy." Passionate kisses. Hands caressing my breasts. Hands on his butt pulling us together. His wet cock against my leg.
Still shaking, I knelt in front of him and took his slimy organ in my mouth. My own flavors and his kept my passion lit. I was resting my dripping pussy against my heel and giving myself more pleasure. George was never one of those that took forever to recover. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with my wide-open brown eyes soon brought him back.
"Again," I begged, as I turned myself around in the leaves. But before he satisfied that request, he knelt behind me and kissed my fanny. Then he pulled my cheeks apart to see what I had to offer.
"You're such a mess. How did that happen?" he joked. Then I felt his tongue licking all the places where his semen was dripping down. When that was done, his tongue found my engorged clit.
I screamed in ecstasy. "Oh, Oh, Oh," I moaned. "Again. Again. Fuck me again," I begged.
"Oh Candy," he muttered as I helped him enter me again, this time from behind. Thrust after thrust. Another toe-tingling, tummy-grabbing orgasm. Longer this time. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Finally, his explosion again inside me.
After, as we stood pressed together again, face to face, smiling, panting, and kissing, he stunned me, "You have to meet my wife."
"What? Are you kidding? After this?"
"You'll like her."
"But, ..."
"Our apartment is only a half mile from here. Come on."
Well, I wasn't exactly looking like a woman who was setting out to meet a lover's wife while trying to keep our secrets. George watched while I peed on the leaves. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the telltale spots off my leg and got the bits of forest floor off my knees. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my panties and shorts, got my bra situated, and straightened out my tee shirt. George used one of the wipes, too, though he didn't need it as much.