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I don’t know what I was expecting from you but it wasn’t to be asked out. Always the perfect gentleman in your suit, your neat shave, your lapel pin. Reserved. Kind of a prude. Once you had to say the word ‘phallus’ and you blushed furiously. My opposite in many ways and so fun to mess with.
I can be a little messy, a little wicked sometimes. I can go too far but you took all of my teasing about what a nerd you were with a good-natured smile. You seemed so uptight I hadn’t even realized you were attractive at first to be honest.
Eventually, I noticed how much of a distraction you were. It was something about that mouth of yours. The way you wrapped those full lips around syllables and the passionate way you talked about the subjects you studied. I started to imagine what it would be like to kiss those lips, to have them on my body. How soft they would be and how the stubble on your chin would feel scraping across my neck. My bare stomach. Every time you spoke, I would force myself to look away, only to concentrate on your words or risk being embarrassed when you realized I hadn’t been listening to anything you’d said.
Divorced once already and shy around women, I hadn’t ever expected you to make a move and I’d told myself it was for the best. I was taking a break from men. But you surprised me. Of course you hadn’t really asked me out. You’d made it clear this was a professional invite. A totally platonic hiking trip. I had just moved here and would I like to go hiking with you since you knew the area so well? Of course I would. I did love being outdoors and staring at the outline of your tour guide’s ass under his tight jeans never hurt anyone as far as I knew.
So here we were, taking in the sights as we marched along. Sweating in the late summer sun.
“How are you feeling?” You asked.
“With my fingers mostly,” I replied. I could feel you rolling your eyes.
We had walked as far as we could from civilization to emerge on a ridge overlooking the most gorgeous view I had possible ever seen. I was not paying attention to my feet. You stopped so abruptly that I walked right into you.
“Hey, watch where you’re walking mister,” I joked.
“Sorry,” you said, flashing a smile. “This is about as far as I go today. Let’s stop here for a minute.”
“No arguments from me. You’re the boss,” I said.
“Wow, you finally admitted it,” you said wryly. I ignored that and sat down in the shade of a scraggly tree growing straight from the rock.
You sat down beside me and we both guzzled a good amount of water. I lingered a little too long on your neck as you tipped your head back. A fine sheen of sweat glistened there on your skin and I had the strong urge to run my tongue over it.
“What’s up?” You asked. Jesus, I cursed myself out silently for how long I’d been staring.
“Nothing,” I laughed. “Little overheated I guess.” I made a big show of pulling on my tank top to air it out. In just a tank, shorts and boots I wasn’t that hot but you seemed to buy it.
“Good thing we stopped then. What do you think of it?” Being from this area, you asked as if you had personally curated this place and your reputation was on the line.
I glanced at the magnificent purple mountains stretched out to the horizon under a cotton candy sky.. “It’s ok I guess.” I bit my lip to keep from grinning.
“I see,” you said with mock concern, all the laughter confined to your eyes. “Is there something that would improve your experience ma’am?”
“I mean, I don’t want to sound demanding but maybe being carried to this point by some sort of pack animal and greeted by a margarita in an air conditioned tent. Just a few simple touches like that.”
You rolled your eyes and a shadow of a smile pulled on your lips, not quite able to stay deadpan. “I’ll check with the event managers.”
“Seriously, thank you for showing me around. I don’t really know many people outside of work yet and you took time out of your day to do this.”
“You said you wanted to explore the area and someone had to make sure you didn’t get lost or fall off the side of a mountain.”
I let out a loud, fake guffaw. “Wow, thanks for the concern. I won’t say anything else after this because I’m allergic to sincerity but I mean it. Thank you.”
You swatted my thanks away like a pesky fly.
“Don’t even mention it. It was purely selfish anyways. I’d prefer to be here any day of the week rather than a stuffy room and I like hanging out with you.” I squirmed a bit as you looked directly into my eyes. I liked it a little too much when you looked at me. It didn’t Eryaman Rus Escort have to mean anything. I could just enjoy being looked at without it going anywhere. There was an awkward pause in conversation and I played with a loose string coming off my boots. I was acting like a goddamn teenager.
You pulled something from your pocket and I heard the slick sound of metal on metal. I saw what was in your hand and pulled away instantly. A knife. You must have seen the shocked look on my face and put your hands up like you would for the police. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I was just going to cut that string for you.” You gestured to the string I’d been playing with on my boot.
I put my hands over my face, suddenly embarrassed. “No, shit, I’m sorry. The only reasons I can think of to carry a knife around is that you like to bring women to remote places with no cell phone coverage and murder them.” I gestured to the wilderness around us. “Or you’re a 90 year old grandfather who always carries a knife just hoping someone eventually needs to open a box or something.”
“I am very old. So incredibly old,” you said quickly, holding up your hands. I could tell you felt bad for scaring me. I let out a breathy laugh and extended my boot towards you. In an instant, you had cut the string and folded the knife back up. I scooted close to you. The scent of your skin mixed with aftershave drifted up to my nose. You smelled so fucking good.
“Hold on. Let me see that again.” In an instant the blade had been flipped open and I had leaned over much closer than necessary to examine it. It was actually kind of pretty if I would have been looking properly. Bright silver with mother of pearl in the handle. Instead of that, I was noticing my arm pressed against your arm. My leg against your leg as I leaned in. My fingers brushing over yours as I pulled it from your hand and examined it.
“There’s no corkscrew or nail file or anything. What kind of amateur knife is this anyways?”
“Um… what?” I’ve rarely seen that level of confusion on a human face before or since then.
“When I was a kid I had a Swiss Army knife and it had all those cool attachments on it spoon, fork, et cetera. I’m just saying.” I shrugged.
“Ah, you must be very disappointed at such a basic knife then. No fork or spoon or anything,” you teased, taking it back from me. I clicked my tongue in disapproval and nudged you with my shoulder. You laughed. A small voice inside warned that I should put some distance between us but I pushed it far back in my mind. This wasn’t necessarily flirting. Platonic banter between good friends and colleagues. Sure.
You turned to look at me with those gorgeous brown eyes and blinked long, long lashes at me several times nervously before starting to speak. No one should have such pretty eyes.
“I’m glad you came out with me.”
That same small voice of warning from earlier pointed out how close our faces had become and that’s when the realization came crashing down on me. It was all over. I knew exactly what was going on here. I’d known the whole time and I’d just pretended like it wasn’t happening because it wasn’t supposed to happen. Truth was, I wanted you desperately. Every fantasy, every time I lay in bed alone with my fingers wandering down into my panties, it was your face in my head. I wasn’t supposed to be seeing anyone right now and yet here it was. This ache for you that I had not been acknowledging was taking over and I was going to see where it led.
“You’re thinking about kissing me right now,” I said.
I saw your Adam’s apple bounce up and down as you swallowed and you stared at my lips.
“Maybe,” you said breathily. Fuck.
“But you’re afraid to. Am I that scary?”
Without thinking, I leaned over quickly and brushed my lips every so gently against yours, feeling the electricity of your warm breath in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over your top lip and a small, hungry sound came from deep in your throat. You accepted the invitation wholeheartedly, bringing your hand to the back of my head and planting your mouth firmly over my own.
Rarely has a kiss been everything that I imagined. Your lips were soft but not too soft. Your tongue pushed its way into my mouth as I opened to you. The warm, musky taste of you invaded every part of me. I don’t know how long it lasted but when we both came up for air I noticed we had become horizontal with you poised over the top of me. Your hand was tangled in my hair and mine was resting on your back.
“We’ll Sincan Rus Escort that was… a lot,” I said. My lips were still tingling. You stood stock still, breathing heavily with your lips parted, staring down at me with a mix of intense desire and apprehension and then you did the worst thing. You untangled your fingers from my hair. You backed away
“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying not to feel insecure. I sat up on my elbows. You looked timid. Nothing like the beast that just had me pinned against the rocks.
“We’re working together.”
“For a few months,” I shrugged. I wouldn’t be here forever.
“You’ve also said you’re trying to stay away from…” you struggled to find the word,”…involvement right now.”
“Alright, I get it. I’m not here to coerce you into anything.” I was aware that I was pouting. Not the most attractive thing in the world. I just needed a moment to cool my engines and I would be fine. It was a hard blow to just realize how much I wanted you and then be rejected three seconds later. I laid back down on the ground with one arm over my eyes. To protect them from the sun peaking through the branches but also, I was embarrassed to look at you. I had taken things too far and ruined everything.
“Trust me, you’re not coercing me into anything. It’s just been a long time for me and I don’t want to rush things. I don’t want to ruin it,” you said as if reading my mind. You laid down on your side next to me but not touching me. Head cradled on your arm. You looked worried like you always did. Overthinker.
“Oh I get it. You’re afraid I’m going to make you do something. I am pretty dangerous.” I smirked.
“You are more persuasive than you think.” You smiled back. An idea came to me.
“Alright, then I’ll just have to reassure you,” I said. Finding the thin tree trunk above me, I held on with both hands. “I’ll just keep my hands right here and that way I can’t cause any trouble.”
“Hhmmm,” you said with a melodramatic show of skepticism. “Looks legit but how do I know you’ll keep this bargain?”
“I swear it on my mother’s grave.” You rolled your eyes in amusement. “I won’t move my hands until you say it’s ok. But I doubt you’ll be able to handle me even with this little handicap.”
“Ok then,” you played along, “since I have your solemn word and you are completely vulnerable to me, I’ll just have to decide what to do with you.”
A shiver went through me at those words and my eyes got wide in earnest for a moment. You bent down and kissed me then, softer this time while the rough pads of your fingers traced designs on my belly. I regretted my situation immediately. Your hands roamed under my shirt as you kissed me, cupping my breasts, barely grazing over my nipples. Your lips and tongue ran up my throat and kissed my neck. It was amazing how quickly this had become unbearable. I was squirming and rubbing my thighs together, trying to get some friction.
I whined out loud.
“Is something wrong? Are you not enjoying this anymore?” I don’t think I imagined the evil glint in your eyes. You absolute shithead.
“I see you’re enjoying it plenty,”I said, getting frustrated. I motioned with my knee to the stiff outline straining against the front of your jeans. I could feel how hard you were as I brushed against it. You grabbed my upper thigh in one hand and pushed it back down to the ground. Your hand was so close to where I wanted it.
“That’s cheating. It’s not fair that men have such an easy tell. Women don’t have that problem,” you said.
“There’s a very easy way to tell if a woman is enjoying herself. You just have to be a little braver, that’s all.” I looked down at your hand on my thigh and you understood. God help me, you blushed a little even now and I didn’t think you would do it. Your lips were on mine again as your fingertips began to run underneath my shorts. Luckily they were loose and there was no resistance as you skimmed up my inner thigh and came to stop at my panties. Pushing them to one side your fingers were suddenly met with heat and slippery, bare skin. I held my breath as you ran your fingertips up and down my slit.
“You’re soaked,” you said in a low whisper.
Those words got me. I couldn’t speak but only pressed my needy pussy into your hand, spreading my legs farther apart. I couldn’t believe this was happening. In response, you slid two thick fingers inside me and I gasped in surprise and pleasure. You added a third and began slowly sawing them in and out. My hands squeezed tightly Etlik Rus Escort onto the rough bark for dear life. I looked up at you in shock and saw you staring down at me with a desire so intense it almost looked like you were in pain. I was panting then and thrusting my hips when I felt your thumb caress my clit.
“Fuck!” I managed to gasp. Your fingers inside me and your thumb on my clit were relentless. Apparently, you weren’t always a prude because you knew exactly which spots to touch. My breath spilled out in a continuous low moan.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum right into your hand.”
“I’d like to see that,” you rumbled. Your deep voice in my ear put me over the precipice. I gripped your fingers tightly inside as the orgasm ripped through me. Breath caught in my throat and I threw my head back in a silent scream. I pulled away as the sensation became too much and floated back down to earth. An aftershock of pleasure flowed through me as you licked my juice from one of your fingers, tasting it and wiping the rest on your jeans.
“Holy fuck, I knew there was a freak somewhere inside that clean exterior,” I said, putting one foot on the bulge in your pants. You groaned, harder than ever.
“Am I allowed to take my hands off now?” I asked with a grin.
I pouted some more.
“Fuck me then,” I demanded, running my toes along your length. You shuddered and grabbed my foot but didn’t move. I could see you debating in your head, trying to keep some control of yourself. I wrapped my legs around you, pulling you closer.
“Please,” I said, looking you directly in the eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”
Some wall inside you crumbled at my words and then you were fumbling with your belt and fly. Then your shirt was off. Then my shorts and panties in one swift moment, the cool air on my bare ass. I was very aware at that moment that anyone could walk by, as unlikely as that was all the way out here. You leaned over me and I raised my hips in anticipation. Suddenly, you stopped.
“Are you on something?… I didn’t bring anything with me… I didn’t think…”
I suddenly realized what you meant. “I’m on the pill.”
“Thank you.” You whispered this so reverently I wasn’t certain if the comment was meant for me or god.
Moments later, I felt the velvety soft head of your cock prodding at my entrance. Still wet and sensitive and swollen as you pushed your way inside. Fuck, it was good. I felt so full and realized you were bigger than I thought at first. Not porn star big, but nice and thick. We both let out a groan simultaneously as you pushed in to the hilt. Your balls rested on me until you pulled out and then pushed slowly back in, an electric jolt of pleasure climbing up my spine. I arched my back to take more of you.
“You ok?” You asked, honestly concerned.
“Can I take my hands away now?” I asked.
“Then you better start actually fucking me,” I smiled savagely, bearing my teeth.
Your eyes flashed hot and then grew heavy with lust as you began to fuck me in earnest. Brutal strokes that made my insides turn to pure pleasure and bruised my skin. I cried out at the delicious way you gripped me, holding my hips tightly so you could use my body the way you wanted. Filling me to the brim. Soon, your thrusts became demanding. Fast and hard as you worked your way towards your own finish. Your eyes glazed over. I felt you twitch inside me as you emptied yourself with a satisfied groan.
Spent, you rested your head of thick, dark hair on my chest. Your breath coming in hot pants as you cooled down.
Reaching forward, I ran my fingers through your hair. It was soft and full like I’d imagined. I had desperately wanted to know what it felt like since we met
“Hey, who said you could do that? You promised you wouldn’t move your hands!” You said, grinning from ear to ear in port orgasmic bliss. “You swore on your mothers grave.”
“As far as I know, my mother is alive and well at her condo in Florida.”
“I am shocked and appalled at this betrayal.”
I laughed at the mock indignation.
“Hey, I’m sure you’d love to stay snug and warm in there but these rocks are killing my back right now.” I looked down to where you were still buried inside me. It was true. I hadn’t felt it in the heat of the moment but now I knew I’d have a wrenched back for days.
“Yeah,not gonna lie. My knees are too old to be kneeling on solid rock.” The perfect gentleman you were, you pulled out immediately and helped me sit up. I glanced at you while we dressed ourselves in silence and caught you looking back at me a few times..
“So, what did you think of the tour?” You asked finally, with a sheepish grin.
“I give it a 10/10 for originality.”
“So would you book with us again?”
I thought about what a bad idea it was to get attached to you. Only for a second though.”
“I think that could be arranged.”
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