Sunset

It's still warm out even though autumn is not far away and you are out walking through the woods, late in the afternoon, thinking perhaps you will catch the sunset, holding hands and enjoying being together. A tight tank top and shorts are all your are wearing, not wanting the feel of the bra or panties and kinda hoping maybe something will happen, since there is no one in sight, just the sound of birds chirping and the buzz of insects.

He is wearing biking shorts which show off his tight ass and the bulges protruding in front and you know he has nothing between him and the shorts. A white form fitting top to highlight the shoulder muscles and show off his tan ends just above his shorts, leaving a line of skin exposed, drawing your eye and making your mouth water. Your hand slips down his back and cups a cheek, squeezing a tight handful and then slides up to stroke that firm skin, inviting him to turn and kiss your neck, tilting it sideways so he can reach the tendon he know you love to have teased. Your hand slipping up under his top to take hold of one of his nipples and pinch it causing his to press against you, your nipples hardening as his lips suck on your skin, wetness starting as you feel his cock growing and pressing against you.

You turn and your mouths meet, tongues entwining, tasting, teasing, thrusting. Each duelling as you pull apart, following, reaching, tips touching, tickling, lips swollen. The sun begins to slide down and you stand, wrapped in each others arms, savouring the feel, the moment, the sharing, the comfort, the anticipation, listening and breathing, the silence of dusk, broken only by the whispers of the wind. Waiting for the sun to slink below the horizon, the dimness to build, to soften the vision, to cover the movements of fingers. Arousal building as you think of his tongue, of his cock, of your clit swelling for him, your nipples aching, your fingers stroking, the taste of him in your mouth, the sweet smell of him filling your nostrils. Wondering if he is also anticipating, not wanting to reach and touch, waiting for the pressure to grow, your hips pressing slowly back into him as he stands behind you, his lips on the back of your neck, arms encircling, his strength holding you, slow sliding movements to test him, to feel your effect on him, silky shorts sliding on lycra.

Your warm cheeks pressing back against him, sliding him in between, moving up and down and feeling him grow , the lycra tightening on him, outlining him perfectly as you turn and sink to your knees, your hot mouth on him, tracing him through the material, the perfect head, the bulge under, sliding down to trace his balls, so large and full, his hands catching in your hair, as he feels your breath, the wetness from your tongue, the little pulsing as he leaks under your attention, rigid, hips thrust slightly forward, waiting for you to pull the shorts down, to entangle his ankles. You slide around him and pull them down off his cheeks, your teeth biting and leaving marks, licking and sucking his skin, so hot and tight, your fingers digging into his hips as you pull him back and bend him over, spreading his cheeks to tease between, your tongue sliding around and pressing, feeling his moan, the tightening around your tongue, pushing the shorts further down, bending him further, open to you, his legs spreading, as you slide down and under him, reaching up to stroke, your tongue working him, your fingers scratching, spreading his wetness down the shaft, to ease the stroking, hands slapping his ass, leaving bright red patches, as you turn him sucking him in, your nails sliding up under his top, scratching up his chest to seize his nipples, to trap them between the nails, digging in as you suck, clawing at him as you chew, taking him deeper, forcing him to give himself to you, tasting so sweet in your mouth, the hard softness swelling, as he pulses. Leaving him and biting up his body, pulling his top off to attack his nipples, teeth pulling and biting, before moving further to seize his neck, and then ravage his mouth, your hands dragging your shorts off and you climb him and drive him into you, taking him and wrapping your legs around his thighs, so deep in you, angling to press against the roughness, plunging on him, as his hands spread your ass and his thumb presses in, the breeze teasing as you feel him open you, needing him to push deep and hard, to take you where you want to go, wanting his mouth to ravage your skin, your neck, the top of your shoulders, each suck, each bite, making your plunge harder, the pulsing in rhythm now, as you scream into the night air, demanding and wailing, harder and deeper, and then your bodies tense, you feel him spurting and your release follows, panting and smiling, laughing and hugging. Wow. He so does what he is told.