Without noticing it, they had sauntered pretty far into the forest now, all that could be heard was the birdsong up in the higher branches of the trees. Fearlessly, Julian took Priscilla's hand as they slowly walked on, and Priscilla smiled to herself then looked up to Julian through her hair so she could see him without giving herself away. But Julian was already glancing down at her with that cute winning smile he had mastered. "I hope you don't mind me being so forward" Julian began, "but I find myself attracted to you in a way i have never experienced before." Priscilla didn't know what to say. Was this a line? Was he sincere? No other guy had ever said anything like this to her. Julian continued "I wouldn't normally have taken your hand like that, but i felt that you wanted me to." It was true, Priscilla realised, she did! He was such a sexy man though. She would have regretted not allowing him to hold her hand. Peculiarly at ease now, she replied "It's ok." not knowing where this was going, but she sure was keen to find out!
For Priscilla, it felt both weird and wonderful simultaneously; she had never experienced such instant attraction before, but she couldn't deny her excitement. Half of her wanted to see where it went, the other half felt guilty in case she was betraying her better judgement.
As the evening twilight started to arrive, it was getting harder and harder to see in the still woodland clearing they had stopped in. Just when she thought she had rationalised the situation in her head and was going to suggest they head back to the campus, Julian put his hands on her shoulders. They stopped and he faced her. "I have never done anything like this before, but I don't want it to end". Priscilla didn't know what to say to that. Her heart was racing but she was growing more and more excited with everything Julian said. She couldn't deny that. She was so turned on by this handsome man holding her telling her this. She felt special, even. Julian moved closer to her and kissed her soft lips, dominantly asserting his tongue into her mouth. Priscilla was a bit shocked at the speed but she liked it. He tasted nice and he was firm but gentle. His clean shaven face was smooth and smelled delicious. As the kiss progressed, Julian had placed his hands around her waist and pulled her in tight against his developed body. Priscilla didn't dare object. She certainly wasn't expecting this when she left the house earlier!
With him pressed up against her, Priscilla could feel that Julian was getting excited and they broke away at the lips for a brief second for some air. "Don't stop!" she gasped, without thinking. Priscilla had never done this. She had never had anything remotely like a one-night stand and never wanted to! But she was moist! She had become erect in this sexy tiger's strong arms like any woman would and she didn't want to part! Her heart was racing. She could feel his heart racing too. That was it! With all the confidence she had gained from her embrace, she grabbed a hold of the bulge made by Julian's erect appendage and fumbled around trying to unbuttoned it! She didn't know what she was doing, but that didn't matter right now. She grabbed a hold of his vigorous erection as she looked deep into him. "I am so hot for your cock right now. I just want to feel it inside me". And just like that she had become a naughty girl. She loved how it felt, how wet it made her pussy just from thinking it. Julian's cock was gigantic – she had never seen anything like it! It must have been at least 8 or 9 inches long, and was substantially thick. She had to question herself as to whether she could deal with something as almighty as this! Her erect clitoris was swarming with pleasure as she stroked Julian's rock-hard shaft through his tight jeans, loving the way it throbbed in her hands. He was under her control now. With her face back up in his she whispered seductively "Julian, I am going to drain ever drop of cum out of your big balls, honey. You won't ever want another pussy again once you have had mine baby I promise" and went down to take him into her mouth.
Priscilla had never taken a man's penis into her mouth before. She didn't even know how! All she know was that you put it in your mouth and move your lips up and down, so that's what she did! She could feel the powerful pole ebb and flow in its animalistic, carnal twitching. Julian's breathing quickened to almost match the rhythm that she set with her pleasing strokes. He was loving it! She was loving that he was loving it! It was like an awakening in her mind and in her body. Priscilla slid her right hand down to her breasts - they were almost as rock-hard as Julian's cock. Surprisingly, she realised that his cock tasted sweet and pleasant, not like she had imagined. Every nose-hair in her nostrils wallowed in that manly sex smell that was in the air around them!
Priscilla now had her finger down in her jeans like a horny teenager masturbating for the first time. She needed some relief. And quick! Her pussy was palpitating, resonating with good vibe, unlike she had even known. She quickly got the middle finger of her right hand down to her clit and rubbed around the hood! it was too sensitive to touch directly right now. Still engulfing Julian's big rod with her soft lips, she glanced up to see him looking down at her in awe! She was enchanted by it, and it made her rub around her clit faster and harder. But it wasn't quite giving her what she needed, so she soon declared "I need you inside me!"
Julian wasn't one to leave a person hanging. He moved them both over to a nearby tree and pinned his bitch against it! Dispensing with her already half-undone jeans, Julian ripped her soaking white panties down too and off her legs, like a beast in heat! Priscilla was sporting a neatly trimmed bush, matted in all her naughty excitement. The sexual animal in Julian liked it straight away! Priscilla, anticipating what was coming for her, opened her juicy thighs appropriately to make way for Julian's perfect penis!
Not usually one to tease, Julian oscillated the head of his bulging, muscular rod in the porch of Priscilla's streaming pussy and teased her little hood with all his boyish charm. He smiled and smirked, teasingly, as he looked at her with his face within inches of hers. She could feel the heat from his body. Julian was on fire now, charged up like a machine! "Give me it" she ordered! And he did! Lustfully looking into her eyes, he slowly inserted his glorious flagpole deep into Priscilla's fertile soil. She was so young and beautiful. At the half way mark there was slight resistance from Priscilla's inexperienced hole, but Julian broke through until his tip was right under Priscilla's belly and has balls were resting against her sexy thighs! He grabbed her round juicy bum. He was in heaven! They both were.
Julian's powerful rod was throbbing now like an angry soldier. The thick swollen piston plunged in and out of Priscilla's young sanctuary like technology meeting nature, her generous lubrication providing all that her youthful body could for this mighty stallion. How lucky she felt to have found such a prime example of pure animal masculinity, and how lucky he was to have been able to take pleasure from a creature so beautiful.
Priscilla's importune moans and downright primal sexual cries echoed wildly through the still forest, in harmony with the surrounding hullabaloo of wild forest animals. They were part of nature right now; unable to fight against what nature had decided for them chemically.
Suddenly, with a powerful spark running through her, Priscilla exploded in delight! Her throbbing clitoris all trembling now in awe! Wave after lovely wave of pleasure erupting from her belly right up to the back of her neck. Paralysed in orgasm! Nature could not allow this stallion of a man to provide her with anything but an exceptional orgasm! Looking deep into Julian's stony eyes, she could see he was observing her and glorifying in it every bit as much as she was. Zoological bliss!
Mutually, Julian who had just luxuriated in the secret pleasure of making such a beautiful girl ejaculate her sweet juice all around his pole was getting close! All this robotic thrusting could only lead to one place, and as Priscilla had started to calm down slightly in her moaning, enjoying the trip back from her orgasm, Julian's now fully-swollen cock erupted inside her. Checking for permission from her eyes, he implanted four thick torrents of balmy, refreshing seed from his huge balls deep inside her lovely pussy, marking her and telling her sexually that she was his! Looking with love into her beautiful eyes he was rewarded unconditionally by seeing that his seed wa
s appreciated! After another 7 more spurts of his thick pure nectar, Julian's balls were empty! They had done what they were designed by nature to do, and he remained inside her, Priscilla not wanting to let him leave her, wrapping her legs around his lower torso to help plug him in.
With a long amorous session of kissing and embrace ensuing, Julian's penis had become flaccid inside her and he withdrew back into the colder, sterile air of the forest and back into his jeans. When they caught their breath back, they went hand-in-hand through the night forest, high from their adventure, back to Julian's bedroom and as night filled the sky, they spooned all night long, not wanting to let go, without any other care in the world.
The End.
Falling Off Track
In perfect monday morning fashion, the rain began to fall the moment Charlie stepped out of his car at the train station. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out his umbrella, but then decided it wasn't raining quite hard enough to open it... and instead walked quickly towards the station. He passed familiar faces, standing along the tracks, peering into the distance for signs of the soon-to-be-coming train that would take them all downtown, ushering in the beginning of their day.
Today, in particular, Charlie found himself wondering what each of their lives held. He saw many of them each and every day, standing in the same spots, waiting for the same train to rush them to the same job, the same standard day which would end with a walk back to the train. The very act of commuting via train contributed to falling into a daily rut and today Charlie was feeling particularly like he was in a rut.
It wasn't that anything was necessarily wrong, quite the opposite, things were pretty good. While Charlie was indeed one of those people routinely commuting downtown to a less-than-spectacular job, it was a job that paid somewhat more spectacularly than it probably should. That salary allowed him to live in the proverbial suburban home with picked fence with the loving wife and talented, over-achieving kids, even the faithful dog who he took running with him to help stay in shape. Weekends were full of baseball games and piano concerts during the day which gave way to barbecues with friends at night, complete with fine bottles of wine or perfectly quaint microbrews. One or two too many of those microbrews last night was almost certainly the cause of the pulsating headache plaguing him as he stepped into the train station to escape the rain.
In fact, life was so perfectly, well, nice, that it actually depressed Charlie more as he stood waiting for the train. In a few short weeks, Charlie would turn 38 and as much as fought the idea of a midlife crisis, it certainly seemed as if his psyche was intent on going through it. Rather than finding all of the good in his life (and there was so much good) he found himself increasingly longing for something, although he'd be damned if he could figure out what that something was. Sometimes he felt he wasn't doing anything of significance in his silly, high-paying job. Sometimes he found himself wishing he had been better about keeping in touch with his family. And sometimes he lamented the lack of sizzle in the bedroom.
As if on cue, one his co-commuters, a cute long-haired blonde stepped into station, her hair shone with the morning rain, her face seemingly glowed thanks to the flecks of water across it. He reminded her of the college girls who came bouncing through the office, wide-eyed and excited, experiencing the perfect mix of 'being an adult' with their important internship and 'being a kid' with their mindless fraternity keggers and giggling sorority socials.
"Ugh more cliche..." Charlie shook his head as he thought about how his sex life had gone from often and varied in his 20s to occasional and perfunctory as he approached 40. As it happened with most couples, the addition of children led to less one-on-one time with his wife Donna. And of course when that one-on-one time did occur she was often too tired or stressed to be 'in the mood.' So it was often left to Charlie to push the issue, like he was trying to convince a local congressman to support a bill the legislator didn't really feel any passion for one way or another. In fact, even the responses were typically the same, a shrug of the shoulders, a "sure okay" and then a post-event feeling of "why did I even bother?"
He checked his phone to see it was just a minute or two before the scheduled arrival of his train and pushed his way back into the rain, which still seemed to be deciding whether to sprinkle or come down steadily.
Some of his friends even confided the same loss of intimacy in their marriages. But while many of them seemed somewhat comforted, in a male-bonding kind of way, that others had the same problem, it just made Charlie all the more frustrated. In his mind, if they were talking about it, then their wives were talking about it too... which probably just reinforced in their minds that it was 'okay' not to be as interested in sex as they were when they were younger, that it was okay if they didn't initiate and just waited to be asked when their husbands felt it had been long enough. Women lost their sex drives as they got older, right? That was okay, right? Mars and Venus and all that crap.
Charlie looked around as he stood in his normal spot waiting. To his right, the usual group of four middle-aged men, talking and smiling. He always stood just to the right of this group, finding it was usually the spot where one of the train's doors stopped and opened, giving him the first shot at the remaining seats.
Yes, Charlie mused, as he stood there in the rain, that is what seemed to bother him more than anything these days. Ultimately, his job paid the bills and his hours were perfect. And he was always a phone call or quick flight away from his parents and siblings and aunts and uncles. But there was no simple cure for the lack of passion in the bedroom. For her part, his wife insisted she loved him more than ever before, that she found him as sexy as she ever had, that in her mind there was no problem, so what was there to discuss? His attempts to bring it up, whether casually or pointedly, usually ended in the same "we'll just try and make more time for it!" solution that either fizzled out quickly or never started in the first place. In fact, it was just two weeks earlier Charlie's wife insisted "I'm going to make efforts to spice it up, I promise!" They had not had sex since that declaration.
To be fair to Donna, the two did still share some amazing sexual adventures occasionally. They just happened a lot less often. Like, once-every-few-months a lot less often. It seemed to Charlie it was a lot like an endless round of golf. Every time you wanted to scream in frustration, you'd hit that one magical shot that convinced you it was all good. That with a little more work you'd be hitting those shots more often and the bad ones less so. But it never really worked out that way did it? Yes, the good shots happened sporadically. But mostly it was just one unsatisfying duff after another.
Another look around him revealed a young brunette standing behind him. She chewed her lip tentatively as she hugged herself, battling the chill of the morning rain slowly soaking her poorly-chosen fleece. You could often tell by someone's face and mannerisms if they were a daily train commuter, comfortable in the routine, and everything about this girl said she wasn't. She subconsciously tugged at her long hair, tied into a loose ponytail, pulling it forward and letting it fall onto her chest, then seemingly deciding better of that look and sweeping it back behind her. Seconds later, she pulled it forward again. Charlie thought for a brief second about offering her his still unopened umbrella, but that potential gesture seemed unnecessary as he heard the clang-clang-clang of bells and looked down the tracks to see the train approaching.
In stark contrast to the rainy morning and the swirling madness in his head, the train slowed to a perfect stop, the door settling in right in front of Charlie. After jostling his way aboard, Charlie was thrilled to find the first pair of seats on his train car, the one facing backwards creating kind of a booth like effect with the next seat which faced forward, completely empty. He slid in towards the window, taking the seat facing everyone else and then smiled politely at the ponytailed-brunette who took the double seat facing him.
She seemed not to notice his intended greeting as she set her backpack down next to her and slid out her laptop. For his part,
Charlie retrieved a book from his backpack and settled in for the 45-minute ride downtown. If he had continued on his maudlin life evaluation, Charlie probably would've found it somewhat depressing that the book-in-hand commute was his single favorite part of the day, so much so that he was almost always the last person off the train when it arrived downtown. But instead, he was perfectly content to climb inside his book and let it wash over him.
Only he seemed to be having difficulty doing that today. Normally, his train-ride reading was his morning escape, kind of a battery charging to help get through the day, but now he was having a hard-time concentrating. Instead, he found himself peeking up to the brunette's fingers as they danced across her keyboard, his ears hearing the rhythmic rattling of her typing. Charlie thought her fingers were perfectly-sized, not too long, not too short, and then seconds later wondered what he could possibly mean by perfectly-sized. His eyes wandered upwards, noticing the cleavage framed by the V-neck top she wore underneath her now-unzipped fleece. The ponytail was once again hanging down over the left-side of her chest. When he moved his gaze up to her face, he saw her beautiful brown eyes concentrating intently on the screen, giving no indication that she noticed his evaluation.
As he looked back down to his book, he thought he saw her eyes shift towards him and he glanced back up only to find them once again focused on the laptop. So... maybe not.
Charlie did manage to lose himself in his reading for a few minutes before the three women in the seats next to him began to do a crossword puzzle together. One of the women would screech out the clue and then a long discussion would ensue as they tried to figure out the word. It seemed that no matter how simple the answer, the women were intent on debating the possibilities.
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