2 comments/ 20822 views/ 0 favorites Getting Away By: littlewildone Driving the Jeep through the winding mountain roads, I was transported back in time. As a teenager, my dad and I used to spend a lot of time camping this section of the Gila Wilderness. Those were some of my favorite childhood memories. This time, however, I was making the trip alone. I had a few days off, and the girls that I worked with had thought that I was crazy when I announced that I was going camping alone. But, I desperately needed some time away from the demands of everyday life. The trek up from town had always amazed me, the way the unforgiving heat and harshness of the dessert gave way to the cool embrace of the tall Pine and Aspen trees. I pulled off the main highway, onto the old dirt road that lead to the spot where we used to camp. I pulled the Jeep off the road, under some trees, out of view, and surveyed my surroundings. The area where I had parked was on the side of a hill. From there, I would have to hike down to where the river was, and it was there that I planned to spend the next few days in quiet seclusion. I unloaded my gear, secured the Jeep, and headed off down the trail. The cool mountain air was so refreshing. As I hiked through the trees, I could feel the day-to-day stress melting away. I found myself blending with the serenity of my surroundings. I was finally starting to relax. After hiking for about thirty minutes, I was able to see the river. There had been an unusually high amount of rain in the area this year, leaving the river swollen beyond its banks. By the time I finished pitching my tent, and setting up camp, the sun was just starting to set. I started a fire, and then decided to take a quick swim before I started fixing dinner. I waded in, and immersed myself in the water. The water was cool, refreshing, but I knew that I still needed to fix something to eat, so I didn't stay in for long. I headed over to where the fire was, and started peeling off my wet clothes. I was so involved in trying to get warm that it took a minute for it to sink in when I heard a sound behind me. Realizing that the sound I heard was someone clearing their throat, I spun around to find Tom standing there! I immediately grabbed for my clothes, and made a mad dash for my tent. I quickly put on a pair of cut offs and a tank top, took a deep breath to ease my embarrassment, and headed out to find out why he was there. "What in the world are you doing way out here?" I asked him, still a little red from embarrassment. "I got into town yesterday, and when I asked for you at work, they said that you were on vacation, and that you had headed up here to camp.” He replied. "And, you came all the way up here to find me?” I asked, wondering why he would take the time. After all, we had been involved once, a long time ago. But since we had been back in touch, it had been more of a physical thing, and even though I had dared to hope in the beginning, I was relatively sure that he wasn't ready for any more of a relationship than that. "I thought it was a little odd that you would come all the way out here, to camp for a week, by yourself. I thought I better come and see if you were okay." He said. "I think you saw a lot more than that!" I joked as I poured us both a cup of coffee. "I really needed some time away. When I was a girl, my dad and I used to come up here together. Those were simple times, and with all the pressures in my life lately, I thought this might be just what the doctor ordered." "Yeah, but do you think it is safe for you to be all the way out here by yourself?" He asked. "I have never been one to be afraid of being off alone. It's so peaceful out here, and you are the first person I have seen since I got here. How long before you have to get back?" "I have a week off, and came back to see about the sale of my house. I took care of that this afternoon before I came up here." He answered. "Well, you're welcome to stay, if you think I need protecting from "the big bad wolf"." "After what I just saw when you came out of the river, I might be the one you need protecting from!" He stated. "You, I am NOT afraid of!” "I was gonna fix something to eat, but do you want to go for a quick swim first?" I asked. "I didn't bring a suit." He said. "You don't need a suit! Who's is gonna see you out here?" I asked. "That wouldn't exactly be fair, would it? You have a suit!" "Hmm.. Well, I guess we could go skinny-dipping. I mean, so it would be fair and all." As quickly as I could, before I lost my nerve, I stripped out of my shorts and tank top, and ran for the river, calling, "Catch me if you can!" It took him all of two seconds to peel off the polo shirt and jeans that he was wearing and follow the path that I had taken to the river. I was a few seconds ahead of him, so I reached the water first. As he hit the water, I warned him that it was chilly, but he wasn't prepared for it. As soon as he was in the water, he came up with his teeth chattering. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Too cold for you?" "Just takes a little getting used to is all." He answered as he playfully dunked my head under the water. I came back up and reached for him, trying to pay him back for the dunking, but I wasn't able to get him under the water, and during the struggle, I found that it felt very good to be pressed up against him. The water was cold, and he was warm. Being there, with my arms wrapped around him, playing in the water, I felt something stir within me that I hadn't felt in a very long time. It had been a long time since we had been able to spend any time together. I had really missed having him in my life. I wanted so badly to tell him how I really felt about him, but found that I didn't have the nerve. I didn't know how he felt, and I didn't want to press him. I would have to be content to take what he was willing offer. "Earth to Linda?" He said, snapping me back to reality. "You okay?" "Huh? Yeah, just tired, I guess." I answered, and again tried, unsuccessfully, to dunk him under the water. He was just too strong for me. "Didn't you say something about fixing something to eat?" He asked. "Yeah, I’m getting hungry too. I have a couple of steaks ready throw on the fire. Care to join me?" We sloshed out of the river, and started drying off. I wrapped a towel around me, and put the coffee pot back on the fire, figuring that we needed something warm. He must have thought the same thing, because he came up behind me, with a blanket he had grabbed out of my tent and wrapped around himself, and engulfed me into his arms, and the warmth that lay there-in. I couldn't think of any other place on earth that I would rather be. He guided me back, up against a huge tree, his hand on the tree over my shoulder as he leaned over me. His eyes met mine, and I searched them for any sign of how he felt for me. He reached out and pulled off the towel that was wrapped around me, leaving me exposed. His gaze traveled the length of my body, and there was no mistaking what I saw in his eyes then. Raw desire. He dropped the blanket that was wrapped around him. If there had been any mistake in what I saw in his eyes, the sight of his swollen, throbbing cock removed any doubt. It was thrilling to realize that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He leaned in close. Very close. His lips brushed mine, gently. Then his mouth closed hungrily over mine. I was wrapped in his arms, so close, our naked chests pressed together. Our bodies fit together so perfectly. I could feel his heartbeat coursing through his chest. He kissed me so deeply that I thought that I would die from lack of air, and in his arms, I would have gladly succumbed to a death so sweet. When he finally let me come up for air, he slid down my body, kissing and biting, and licking his way down as he went. I was breathing so hard, both from the temporary lack of air, and because of the incredible sensations he was sending through my body. He squatted in front of me, and ran his tongue along the sensuous line where my leg meets my body, sending shivers down my spine. He lifted my left foot, placing it on his right thigh, which gave him a full view of my pussy. He teased the inside of my thigh with his tongue, while his hand reached up and tugged at my nipples, each one in turn. Then his mouth was over my pussy. I could feel the warmth of his breath. His tongue snaked out and played in the curls of my hair, teasing me beyond belief. I reached out, pulling him to me. My blood was on fire. I needed to be touched like I had never needed it before. He slowly ran his tongue the length of my very wet pussy, causing me to suck in a ragged breath. It was as though he was trying to taste every inch of me. He reached up with both hands, one on either side of my pussy, opening me to him, and began an all out assault on my sensitive clit which drove me to the brink of rapture quite quickly. I looked down at him, then, making eye contact with him, and realized how much he wanted this for me. My body responded to his every touch. My hips rolled with him. My breathing was labored. My skin was sensitive to even the air around me. I was feeling with every nerve that my body possessed. I came then. Shuddering... Moaning... Forgetting to breathe... Forgetting everything except the exquisite sensation that he was giving me. I gasped for air as my body regained its composure, and fought to keep my knees from buckling. He groaned in approval as I came, tasting the fruits of his labor. He rose from his position, leaned in and kissed me again. This time, I could taste myself on his mouth. I turned him so that his back was against the tree. I kissed him, sucking and biting at his lower lip. I bent and teased his right nipple with my tongue, causing it to harden into a perfect little peak. I nipped at it gently, and sucked it into my mouth. I traced a line down his belly with my tongue. His rigid cock stood out, beckoning to me. I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, and without touching his cock, licked his balls. He moaned, and they rolled and tightened. I sucked each one gently into my mouth. I rose up a little, and took the head of his swollen cock into my mouth, and sucked the entire length in slowly, and worked my way back out to the tip. I pulled his hips toward me, letting him know that it was okay to set the pace. He began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth in long, slow, deliberate strokes. I loved the way he sucked in his breath each time that he realized that his cock was buried in the back of my throat. I alternated between sucking him in and letting my teeth graze against him, gently, each time that he withdrew. As I teased and played with the sensitive skin behind his balls, he reached out, grasping the nape of my neck, drawing me nearer still. I marveled at the way his thick cock felt sliding its way in and out of my mouth; silky soft, but yet hard as steel. The sensation was intense, a huge turn on. The longer he was in my mouth, the more I realized how badly I wanted to feel him inside me. As if he was reading my thoughts, he pulled me up, scooped me into his arms, and carried me closer to the fire. He laid me on a blanket spread on the ground, and lowered himself over me. He gently pulled my wrists up over my head, and held them there with one hand, wrapping the other arm around my waist, and kissing me. "I need you." He hissed across my lips. He entered me, then, and I realized that my body no longer belonged to me. I was his to do with as he pleased. There was an urgency about him that I had never experienced when we had been together before. He held my wrists firmly, and with his arm around me, I couldn't have moved away from him, not that I would have wanted to. He held me so tightly that I could hardly catch my breath. He drove into me as though his very life depended on it. I watched him for a few moments, until I, too was caught up in the act. It was so erotic to see this side of him. As I felt him tense, knowing that he was coming close, I found myself spiraling up, away from myself, until I reached that perfect pinnacle, teetering on the edge, climaxing, then falling profoundly down into a state of near unconsciousness I once heard described as petit mort. We were both spent. We slept there, in front of the fire, entwined in on another. We made love again that night. Slowly, sweetly, languishing in the feel of each other. I memorized every inch of his body, knowing that it might be a very long time before I saw him again. And afterwards, we lay in each other's arms, for the entire night; something that we had never before been able to indulge ourselves in. I felt so complete; so at ease. I almost slipped, and told him how I really felt about him. But, I knew I couldn't. Where our relationship went from there would have to be his decision. Getting Away I was drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness; in fact I could still hear Leno in the back round. Jen was on the computer playing some game, not sure what it was. The room was slightly lit between the TV and the computer screen, with a slight flicker like some sort of old light bulb that didn't quite work right. It was quiet, no sound. Not an eerie quite, just blunt silence. I couldn't focus on anything, it was very unusual but nothing seemed to come in focus. I could hear her laugh and giggle the way she does when she gets a little tipsy. I was a fly on the wall just sitting back and observing. I could only focus on one thing at a time; there she was smiling at me, looking for some kind of sign from me. What sign? What was I thinking? Where was this going? I could feel my cock getting hard, knowing that I control the situation. For some reason I knew that it was me, it all hinged on my thoughts and what I was feeling. Extreme jealousy was over coming me, but instead of getting angry or wanting to control the situation I was directing it. The blood was rushing to my dick faster and more sudden than I was expecting. The emotions ran strong, but confusing. How could I be jealous and turned on, angry but sexually aroused, confused but focused and most of all I could see my wife with two extremes in her eyes. The first was lust, she wanted something but I could not focus on what it was. She was in immense heat and needed to be satisfied, but I knew that I was not the one that was going to be giving it to her, at least not in the physical sense. The second look I picked up on was love, she looked at me as though to say "it doesn't matter, I love you and no one will ever be able to take my heart from you." I knew that if I was going to stop this I had to do something and now. I didn't want it to end but I was so confused. As the room slowly turned I saw what it was that my wife was looking at, I saw the beauty that lay before her to partake of, I saw why her sexuality was overtaking her. As smoke from an ashtray started to slowly mist the lighting of the room my vision started to widen to a larger more clear focus. "Honey, what do you think?" I heard in the distance, echoing off the walls of my brain. "Honey are you ok? Should we stop before..." It just drifted off into the distance. I just shook my head in acceptance not really knowing exactly what was coming, but at the same time I knew. It was the feeing of knowing before something actually happens, time stands still but you have been prepared emotionally, subconsciously. As I saw cock come into view, pure curiosity came over me, wondering what my wife was thinking, enjoying. His black skin was perfect, even though he was hard; the size of his cock pulled it southward. My wife looked up from where she was kneeling and put her hand at the base and pulled him closer to her lips. As she licked her lips, her tongues curiosity caused a soft and tentative lick. Pulling back as soon as her tongue came into contact, almost as though to make sure he tasted ok. The smile that curved out from the corners of her lips made my jealously intensify, only along with the equally as strong feeling of satisfaction, knowing she was enjoying her emotional let go. I watched as she struggled to fully take his cock into her mouth, but succeeding nonetheless. As she lifted his balls and squeezing slightly she slowly opened her eyes, looking straight up at ... My wife was looking up at me smiling, she had me taken me completely, but as she slid her mouth off of me I realized it wasn't me that she was sucking. My cock was black and much larger than my own, she winked at me a though she knew is was me, and with a slow, soft movement my black cock was in her mouth again. It felt as though my new cock weighed 3 lbs hanging by her face. Her grip got stronger as she squeezed it one more time to get the pre cum to ease its way to the tip. As it slowly oozed out, her tongue licked, only to place the large droplet of cum in the middle of her tongue. Everything was moving in slow motion, her tongue easing its way back to her mouth. As one eye winked at me she turned over on her hands and knees wiggling her wonderful ass in the air. As I knelt down, I grabbed my new cock for the first time and slid it between her legs, up her thigh, and over her wet and juicy pussy. For the first time I felt just how turned on I was. I slid the head to her opening and started to push... ...it in. I watched, as this large cock was being slowing inserted into my wife. She turned her head and looked at me with that same smile from across the room; she knew she was getting away with something she shouldn't. She controlled me and there was nothing I could do but stroke my own cock. In her eyes were the signs of thank you, just for allowing this incredible situation happen. I watch as his cock started to move faster, with increasing force. "Yes," she whispered as though to test my reaction. "Yes," she said again with a little more courage. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me..." She said drifting into a moan. I could see her wetness on his cock every time he pulled out. Her love juice was thick and pungent. Her sex smell was filling the room only to make the situation more transcendental. I could hear his balls slapping my wife with every push, her eyes rolling in her head. Her pussy was being filled with more than she has ever had and was enjoying it. Her boobs hung with the nipples fully erect, her back was tense as though she were a cat, and her head hung low, only moving on each insertion of his massive cock. He stopped, suddenly, pulling out, my wife, without missing a beat, was on her back, legs apart and hips moving as though being drawn magnetically to his cock. As he leaned forward his cock slid in with ease and her back was arched. As it disappeared in her wet cunt... I put my arms behind her legs to elevate them for deeper access. She just looked at me and moaned. "Deeper" she whispered, I pushed forward until she had taken it all. Her pussy quivered and she was cumming. I felt her pussy suck my cock in and I unloaded my cum in her pussy. She shook with ecstasy and pulled me close and started to kiss me deeply. Her soft caress reassuring, knowing, understanding the feelings that were flowing through me at the time. She fucked me, but she didn't... As her head turned she just smiled and whispered "thank you" and laughed with excitement as though she just got away with something. Getting Away I needed a vacation. I needed a week without speaking to anyone or listening to anyone. In the last three months I had two years worth of BP&M and that was too much! BP&M? It means Bitch, Piss & Moan. As a project manager I get to hear it all day, every day, from about a third of my team. As I drove away from the city I listened to the weather reports on the radio. They were exactly what I wanted. Rain and lots of it. If the voice was right I had about six hours to get up into the mountains, park and hike for seven miles before the sky opened up. I pressed a little harder on the accelerator. Even without closing my eyes I could picture the cabin. My Dad, my two brothers and I had built it when I was a kid. My Dad left it to me. My brothers didn't love it the way I did. I knew it was stocked with dried foods, medical supplies and firewood. I had added metal braces and bars across the doors five years after Dad died and a year after someone had broken in. I parked my car behind the motel in town. It was safer there than two hundred yards farther down the road at the trail head. I waved at Mike who owned the motel and he waved back. We were fine. I'd buy him dinner when I got back. As soon as I was out of sight of town I started unwinding. For the first mile my legs protested. Too many days and weeks behind a desk. In the second mile my lungs hurt. Not enough time in the mountains. In the third mile I got my wind and started feeling at home. I noticed the changes along my way. I could see where a fire had scorched a hillside, where someone had planted marijuana and someone else had burned the crop. I kept moving and checking my GPS often. My watch told me I had less than an hour to stay dry. My eyes and the changes in air pressure and smell said I had less than that. I saw the cabin and stopped. A tendril of smoke curled out of the chimney! Someone was inside! I moved cautiously around to the other side. From the front I had seen the metal bar and giant lock were still on the front door. When I saw the back door I saw that it was locked too. Whoever it was had gotten in through the small window in the bathroom. The other two windows had locking bars on them and were intact. A huge rain drop hit my shoulder and I moved quickly onto the porch. I unlocked the door and removed the locking bar. I didn't hear anyone moving around inside. My Glock was in my hand as I slowly opened the door. A quick scan told me whoever was inside had been there a while. The fire was down to embers. A pair of boots were tossed in the middle of the rug. Then I saw her. I saw a plaid shirt and bare legs on the bed. One leg had a gash on it from her knee to ankle. It had bled but had stopped bleeding. She didn't move when I made small noises. She was breathing so she was either passed out or sleeping. I built the fire up and sat where I could keep an eye on her. The sound of rain on the metal roof was strong and somehow comforting. I was at home. She was a problem but at least she wasn't giving me BP&M. Yet. Suddenly the inside of the cabin was super bright and shook hard as lightning struck near the cabin. She screamed and fell off the bed! She looked around and screamed again when she saw me. After a three or four second delay while her brain processed she dove for her pack. I raised the Glock and chambered a round. She froze with her hand a foot from her pack. "I think you ought to sit right where you are and tell me your story." I said. She sat. Her leg hurt when she moved and I saw that it had started to bleed a little. "I should ask you the same thing." She said. "Except you're in my house, bleeding on my rug." She put a hand over the spot that was leaking. I got up and found a clean towel in the kitchen part of the cabin. She caught it and pressed it on the wound. "I got lost. When I found the cabin I had been lost for over a day and had fallen. My leg tore open on a tree branch and when I found the cabin I had no intention of breaking in. I just wanted a dry place to wait out the storm." She paused. I waited. "I heard a cougar early this morning and knew it would probably smell my blood. I have a gun but I've never fired it. I needed to get inside and away from the cougar. I'll pay to fix the window I broke." I nodded. I believed her. I'd seen cougar in this area quite a few times over the years. "I'm Pete. This is my home. I have a pretty good first aid kit and if you'll allow it I'd like to fix your leg." Another lightning flash and booming thunder. We both jumped and she screamed. I put the Glock on the table and knelt beside her. She was shaking. I wasn't sure if it was fear or cold. Maybe it was shock. I looked at the gash and got my kit. After washing the wound I saw what needed to happen. I picked her up and carried her outside. I washed the wound again and picked splinters and rocks out. With a needle and thread I put three stitches in the worst place. She winced and whimpered once as she watched me work. When she was bandaged I carried her back inside and put her on the bed. She looked up at me and said, "You did good work. You a doctor or something?" "No. Medic when I was military. You did good, too. I expected screams and crying." "I have six brothers. I learned early that crying is seen as weakness and doesn't get you much. It did hurt." "I've got some Tylenol. Want a couple?" "No, thanks. I have food in my pack." I opened her pack and found her supply of food and her .32 snub nose. I put it on the table. "Good thing you came inside. That pop gun would have really pissed off the cougar if you hit her. Killing her would have taken a while." "The guy at the store said it was all I needed." "When you get home go back and kick his ass. He could have gotten you killed." Dinner was easy. I combined one of her freeze-dried dinners with one of mine and we ate. Outside, it stormed hard. It got dark. After we ate she took two Tylenol. Then she fell asleep. I watched her sleep for a while and decided we should both get some sleep. One bed. No problem. Slowly and carefully I undressed her. The flannel shirt was easy. The cargo shorts were easy once the belt was loosened. That left her in white panties and white bra. I left them on. I skinned down to my skin and covered us both. It was a cozy fit, warm and comfortable. I was asleep when lightning hit a tree outside and three seconds later the thunder shook us awake. She screamed and sat up. I woke up but didn't move. She screamed again when she realized we were in bed together. "Relax. I never have sex with women before I know their name." I smiled as I said it. Her sense of humor was switched off. "You undressed me!" "Yes. I figured you'd sleep better without all those clothes. If you want them back I'll get them for you." I started to get up. "Wait!" She reached under the blanket and said, "You didn't strip me completely." "No, I didn't. lots of people sleep in underwear. Most don't wear cargo shorts and flannel shirts to bed. You want to talk fashion or sleep?" "Sleep." She snuggled back under the blanket and was fine until she moved, just a little and bumped into my skin. She jumped and asked, "Are you naked?" "Yes." "I'm afraid." "Listen! If I wanted to rape you, it would have already happened. I found you passed out in my home. We're miles from anyone or anywhere. You're beautiful! If I was the kind of man who would take advantage it would have already happened. I haven't touched you inappropriately. I haven't even stripped you so I could see your breasts. I want to sleep. Can you just lie still and worry about cougars while I sleep? Please?" "You're right. I'm sorry." The next time I woke up it was morning. She was dressed and sitting near the fire wrapped in her jacket. "Hungry?" I asked. "Yes! More than that I'd love some coffee. I would have made it but I'm a little afraid to go outside to get water." I got up and grabbed the water bucket in the kitchen. I went outside and quickly filled it from the rain barrel. While there I drained my bladder off the edge of the porch. When I came back inside she was looking away. I was naked. Too late to worry about being seen. The coffee started brewing and I went back to bed. "You never told me your name." I said. "Tina." "Glad to meet you, Tina. Please tell me why you left the bed." She blushed and said, "Your thing kept pressing against my butt." "You have six brothers and you call it my thing? I only have three sisters and I know the proper names for all your parts. And, I use the proper names most of the time." "Well, it's hard to sleep while being poked!" "Wake me. Tell me to take it outside and pee. As soon as I do, it stops poking you." "I'll remember." "Good. While we wait for the coffee please come back to bed." "Why? It'll be ready soon." "Because holding you while we slept felt good. Because I like how you smell. Because ... because I asked you to." She limped into the kitchen and filled a big mug with coffee. She took a sip, smiled and came to bed. She handed me the cup. I took a sip and held the cup while she got in beside me. We traded sips until the mug was empty. "Can I ask questions?" I smiled. "You're a woman. Isn't that what women do?" "Why isn't your wife with you?" "Translation: Are you married? Addendum: If you are, what next? If you're not, what next? Answer, I'm not married. I was. She decided I was too strange to stay with. She hated this cabin. She now lives in Miami Florida and is married to a man from Cuba. What's next? That totally depends on you." "What does that mean?" "It means I won't make you do anything. I came up here to get away from people, away from their complaining. I wanted peace and quiet, the sound of rain on the roof, a good fire, and a warm bed. I got a beautiful, sexy woman in my bed. I'm happy, however it goes from here. You want to get dressed and limp out of here? I'll miss you and I'll be happy. You want to spend the week right here with me, playing house and sharing everything I have? I'll be grateful and I'll be happy. I came up here to be happy. I am. What's next? Up to you." "Oh." She refilled the coffee mug and returned to bed. We traded a few more sips. "Your ex was right, you are strange. But, I think I like your brand of strange. Are you gay?" I smiled. "Kiss me like you kissed your last lover. In the kiss you'll know the answer." She put the mug on the floor and turned to me. Her hands held my face and our lips met. Hers were soft, warm and tasted like coffee. She opened her mouth a little and her tongue teased my lips. I put a hand on her hip. When she had enough, she backed away from the kiss and opened her eyes. My hand left her hip and tossed the blanket back, uncovering my erection. She looked, smiled and kissed me again. In that kiss I became the aggressor, not forceful, just insistent. When it ended I asked, "What do you want, Tina?" "I'd like you to finish undressing me." My hands went behind her and opened her bra. Growing up with older sisters around I was fascinated with their breasts. My mom said she had crumb catchers. Whenever we were eating and something fell it seemed to land in her cleavage, her crumb catchers. I looked in the laundry when I was about thirteen and discovered that a 38DD was how big she was. My oldest sister, Marleen, had crumb catchers too. She said they were boy catchers. Two years younger than Marleen was my sister Marilyn. She wasn't as big chested as Mom or Marleen. When I did her laundry I found out she wore a 36C. My youngest older sister Melissa was two years younger than Marilyn and two years older than me. She used her 34A bra as a purse. Her school ID, her driver's license, some money and some tissues lived on her chest. I decided at fourteen that Marilyn had the perfect sized breasts. Tina had perfect breasts. I knew they were the right size when I undressed her the first time. Only two questions remained. What were her nipples like and how would she react to my touch? The first part was answered when the bra fell away. Her areola were small, barely bigger than a quarter, and her nipples were like dusty pink marbles. Soft marbles begging for my attention. The second part was answered in part when Tina asked, "Would you suck on them?" My answer was to bend my face to her chest and gently take her areola and nipple inside. She leaned back, her arms went around my shoulders and she held me to her breast. My tongue played with the berry. She moaned. I sucked a little. She moaned differently. My hand went to her other breast and held it. "Pinch me, please." I did. She kept leaning back until she was on her back and I was above her. I sucked harder. Her moaned louder and said, "Just like that! I can cum if you keep it up!" My lips held on, my tongue explored and the suction continued. "Suck harder! Oh please don't stop!" She whispered, rasping, gasping for breath. My mouth opened wider, as wide as it would open, and I sucked as much of her breast inside as would fit. I squeezed her other breast and sucked hard. Tina's back arched! She moaned from deep inside and her hands left my shoulders and found her pussy. A second later she screamed, "Nooooowwwww!" Slowly I reduced the suction and finally released her breasts. I plopped beside her and held her close as she calmed down. She looked in my eyes and said, "I know it's a lot to ask, but could you finish undressing me?" She helped me get her soaked panties off. I started to lean towards a closer examination of her vulva but she stopped me and asked, "Please Sir, could you fill me up?" As she asked her hand wrapped around my shaft and guided me home. "Oh! You feel so good! Do I please you?" she asked. I nodded and we moved together. The animals in our natures came together in passion and biology. The mystic and the druid princess joined as the rain danced on the roof above us. My back arched and hips thrust my cock deep inside her. My bellow filled the forest around us with a statement older than humanity. Time passed. We napped. We ate. We sat on the porch and watched it rain. We joined and got to know each other intimately. The next time we dressed was to leave the cabin four days later and go back to the city. She had parked at the trail head. I gave her my card and a key to the cabin. She kissed me again and asked, "What's next?" "Totally, up to you. This can be the best week of my life and go on as a memory, or you can follow me home and decide to live with me for the rest of our lives. I will love you either way. I do love you, either way." "Ok. I love you, too." She turned and walked to her car. The limp was almost gone. I got in my car. I smiled all the way home, glad I had cleaned the garage before I left. There was room for two cars. We filled both places.