I was walking along a public footpath, cutting through some woods, when I saw a very attractive man coming from the opposite direction. The path was extremely narrow with dense trees either side so that the man and I would have to side-step around each other to pass. As we were walking towards each other I noticed his expression was very stern and it frightened me because we were alone on the path and I had no way of knowing if anyone was nearby.

We were about a metre away from each other when the fight or flight feeling kicked in, making me tense and my breathing harsh. Before my body had time to register what was happening he had me pinned with my back to a tree. One arm was pushed across my chest keeping me against the tree hard enough that the bark was scraping my shoulders beside the straps of my sun dress, the other was firmly held against my mouth making me unable to call out for help. I looked at his eyes and saw something resembling anger.

As I looked at him he commanded, “don’t make a fucking sound.” His voice sent chills through my body.

I was scared, but also feeling a strange desire deep within me. In an instant he spun me around and pushed my face to the tree with one hand and grasped both of my wrists together with the other and twisted them behind me so I could not move. I was silently hoping that someone would be walking down the same footpath as us and rescue me.

He pushed his body against mine so he could get close to my ear and whispered, “I'm going to take my hand off your mouth but you have to be quiet or you won’t like what I'm going to do.”

His voice was deep and husky, adding to the confusing feelings I had in that moment. As he said that he flexed his hips so that I could feel the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against my ass. I tried to nod the best I could without making the pain in my face from the bark any worse. With that response he removed his hand from my mouth and I took a deep well needed breath, fighting the urge to scream for help. I could hear the sound of his jeans zip being undone which made the seconds pass so slowly in fearful yet exciting anticipation. He used his feet to kick my ankles out so that my leg were spread apart, enabling him to position himself between them. Using his free hand, he moved under my dress to my thong and ripped it off my body, which startled me, but I remembered to try to not make a sound through fear of what would happen to me. My breathing grew deeper because I knew what he was planning on doing and it aroused me although I knew it shouldn't. He positioned his erection at the entrance to my body, slightly pushing into me but not enough to satisfy my urges.

“You really are going to have to be quiet now. Can you do that?” he asked.

I nodded again.

“Good.”

With that he thrust the entire length of his cock inside of me making me cry out with pleasure.

He stopped moving and pulled out of me which caught me off guard and had me wanting more.

Once again he leaned towards my ear and hissed through gritted teeth, “I thought I told you not to make a noise.”

As soon as the last word was out of his mouth, he hiked my dress up to expose me with his free hand then it came crashing down on my ass with a loud slap. I quietly whimpered at the pain of it, but also at the pleasurable sting left where his hand had, without a doubt, left a visible mark. He re-positioned his member and entered me, but agonizingly slowly this time. It continued at that pace for a minute or so which gave me time to think about how willing I was to let some stranger do this to me, but I was enjoying it and I didn't want him to stop.

He started to speed up, making it more and more difficult to not make any sound. My legs felt like they would cave at any moment and I could feel myself tightening around his rock-solid shaft making the feeling of him pounding into me so much better. The pain I was feeling from the tree scraping my face every time he pushed into me had become pleasure, and his grip on my wrists was getting tighter and tighter as he sped up. It was pure bliss. He grabbed me by my waist to pull myself back to him with every thrust. He really picked up the pace and I could feel that he was getting close. I couldn't hold back my moans of pleasure any longer, and my noises seemed to get lost in the sound of swaying trees. He made no effort to punish me for being so loud, and instead let go of my wrists to pull me onto him even further which allowed me to hold onto the tree so that I couldn't fall down.

With a deep groan, he rammed into me hard for the last time then stilled. I could feel him pulsing inside of me as he panted into my neck. I was ecstatic, but how could something so bad feel so damn good?

As I tried to catch my breath he suddenly pulled out of me and stepped back away from me while doing up his zip. My legs were too weak to carry my own weight so I crumpled to the ground as he let go of me. I would have tried to stand up but I was trying to comprehend the epic-ness of what had just happened. I looked up him to see he had a smug look on his face and I couldn't help but laugh. He bent down to my level and kissed me on the forehead.

He said, “That was fun, how are you feeling?”

“I'm great. You were amazing,” I replied.

He helped me to my feet while stating, “Good, that’s what I like to hear. I’ll see you back at the lodge.”

With that he kissed me tenderly on the lips and walked away, leaving me to recover myself, brush off the bark and make my way back to where we were staying for our anniversary... when I could walk again.