We both remained silent for several minutes as we basked in the warmth of the fire.
“How did I do,” I asked tentatively.
Liz inhaled deeply, paused before answering. “It had been a long time since I had been intimate with a man, so the anticipation was intense. I reminded myself that it would most likely be clumsy and awkward as you were just learning to navigate my body.”
Liz paused and kissed me passionately as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I can honestly say that today has been the most satisfying day of my life. You are such a considerate and passionate lover. You understood my sexual needs and completely fulfilled my every desire. I have never cum so hard or so often in my life. I had a fair number of lovers in college, before I got married. I can honestly say that no man has ever come close to satisfying me like you did today.”
We drifted off to sleep next to the fire, bare naked under the stars, holding each other tightly.
As the sun crept over the horizon, I felt Liz begin to stir. “I need to pee,” she said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
I just watched as she walked about ten feet away and squatted, her back to me. “That is so fucking hot!” I yelled as I watched the pee stream between her legs.
“Hey nasty boy,” Liz joked. “You were supposed to close your eyes.”
“Not a chance,” I responded
I watched carefully as a single finger slipped between her legs, collected the remaining droplets from her vulva before wiping them on the grass. She stood, turned toward me, and signaled me to join her.
“Your turn,” she said with a naughty little grin.
Liz pressed the front of her body tight to my back, reached around and wrapped her hand around my flaccid dick. “I have always wanted to do this,”
I let my pee flow as Liz directed the stream. At first, it wildly circled from side to side, high in the air. Then she directed it downward, formed a heart in the dry dirt in front of me.
“That is so cool,” Liz said in amazement as the flow stopped. “Now what do I do?”
“Just a quick shake,” I replied.
Instead, Liz stroked my dick, “Like this?”
I took her hand in mine, offered a distinct shake as the last few droplets left the tip.
“Like that.”
“God, I wish I had one of those,” Liz chuckled, almost giddy. “Maybe both so I could fuck myself silly anytime I wanted.”
We threw a couple of logs on the fire and fixed a pot of coffee. While it heated, we made out like a couple of teenagers in front of the fire.
“We have two more days before Brian picks us up,” Liz whispered. “What would you like to do today?”
“Funny you should ask,” I replied as I slowly kissed my way down her neck, over her breasts and down her stomach. I still haven’t tasted your pussy.”
I stood up, took Liz by the hand and guided her to the tent, motioning for her to lay on her back. I coaxed her legs apart and dropped to my knees between her thighs. I gently placed the fingertips of both my hands onto her thighs, ever so close to that triangular patch of hair. Slowly, sensually, I traced them down the tops of her thighs. Her skin trembled as goosebumps emerged across her thighs. When my fingertips reached her knees, they drifted inward before reversing direction. As they proceeded up her inner thighs, cautiously seeking their ultimate destination, her legs pushed farther apart in anticipation of the impending invasion.
I watched intently as this beautiful woman responded to my touch. Her abdomen tensed as my fingers inched higher up her inner thighs. Her eyes never diverted from my face as she watched my expressions intently, reveled in the knowledge that her body was offering itself up to me yet again. She just smiled.
As my fingers reached that intimate crease between thigh and vulva, they sank into the flesh of her thighs and pulled back. As her vulva teased open, her scent began to permeate the space between us. I took a cautious breath in through my nose, not wanting to violate the delicacy of the moment. Her smile broadened, an indication that she was fully aware of my attempts to sample her aroma. “Describe my scent,” Liz requested in a lusty tone as she lifted her pelvis high into the air.
I inhaled deeply, paused momentarily. “Intoxicating. Slightly pungent with a hint of musky, earthy tones. Mysterious.”
“Kiss me down there,” Liz instructed. “Taste me.”
I leaned closer to the triangular patch as my fingers pulled on her inner thighs. I watched as her puffy engorged lips parted; her soft vulnerable pink flesh appeared between her them. Her body seductively opened; her secret passage was exposed. Ever so cautiously my tongue touched that sacred place, sampled her personal tang. It dipped down again, pushed gently inside, circled the inner rim. One last dip, pushing past her outer barrier, penetrating deeply this time. I lifted my head, licked my lips, evaluated. Liz lowered her pelvis back to the mattress.
“It is very different than I expected,” I conveyed as I searched for the right description. “A little tart, a little salty, a little earthy with a hint of pee. Not at all repulsive or overwhelming like I was expecting. The flavor pairs nicely with the aroma to provide a robust, full-bodied experience that is pleasant on the palate. It is like a fine wine.”
“Sweet pussy wine,” Liz giggled. “May I have a sample?” She pushed her pelvis into the air again.
I again pushed my tongue deep into her delicate flesh as I lapped the stringy slick fluid that now flowed abundantly. I smeared my lips into her wetness before crawling over her body and placing my face close to hers. She held my cheeks in her hands, carefully sniffed my lips before pressing them to hers; her tongue eagerly explored my mouth before licking my face clean.
“Umm,” Liz murmured. “Simply captivating.”
I slipped back down her body, peered into her groin. I used my fingertips to carefully part the soft wispy hairs surrounding her clit, exposing it to the world. I gently coaxed it from beneath its protective hood and carefully applied a soft kiss. My fingertips traveled down the moist crevice, teasing the soft flesh apart, kissing gently. The more I touched and kissed, the more her inner lips pushed out until they were in full bloom. So delicate and fragile, my tongue explored all of her intimate features. My thumbs gently pressed and pulled on each side of her opening as my eyes memorized all of the detail. It wasn’t until that very moment that I fully understood the intricacy and beauty of the female body. My tongue carefully circled her opening as my finger caressed the sensitive flesh below. I pushed my tongue deep inside. Her flavor and scent more robust than before.
My tongue resumed lapping and probing her sweet pussy. The more my tongue probed, the wetter things got. I could see Liz’s hands and fingers squeezing and pulling at her breasts as her pelvis squirmed and wriggled beneath me.
Liz lifted her legs slightly, pinned my head between her thighs, let out a deep moan. My tongue moved up her slit, attacked her clit as I pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. My fingers twisted and curled, exploring the unique textures deep inside. When they discovered a spongy surface, they pressed and rubbed. Liz jumped and squealed. The grip of her thighs tightened around my head.
My fingers focused on that spongy area deep inside her pussy as my tongue pummeled her clit. Liz cried out loudly, pulled her nipples desperately, pushed her feet into my back as her thighs nearly crushed my head. A burst of warm clear fluid sprayed from her body, drenching my face and neck.
Her death grip relaxed as her body dropped back to the sleeping bag, she struggled to catch her breath. “What the fuck was that?” She asked, panting hard.
“I think you just squirted,” I said, as surprised as her. “That was awesome.”
Liz pulled her knees up to her chest, pushed them out to the sides, reached between her legs, and pulled her pussy wide open. “Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck my sloppy wet cunt.”
Waisting no time, I grabbed the shaft of my hard dick, aimed it at her gaping hole and plunged deep inside. Liz gasped as my thick long dick stretched her quivering flesh. Her legs draped over my shoulders as I plunged hard and deep. It didn’t take long before I pumped a load of cum into her wanton pussy. She reciprocated as a flood of thick cream engulfed me. Yet another mysterious fluid that escaped this incredibly sexual being.
I pulled out of this beautiful woman and watched as our combined fluids dribbled down her butt crack while her pussy slowly closed itself. In all the porn I had watched, I had never seen such a slippery wet matted mess before. This was a very different woman. This encounter so raw, so primal.
We took some time to recover before heading to the lake for a bath and a swim.
“I love to skinny dip,” Liz said as the water sensually lapped over her beautiful breasts. “The feeling of the water freely flowing over my nipples and pussy just seems so natural. I hate the feeling of a wet swimming suit sticking to my body. I wish it could always be like this.”
“Only here,” I responded. “When we get back home, we need to conform to the rules of society. Out here, we only have to conform to nature.”
“I guess we need to talk about that,” Liz said in a sad tone. “When we get back home, things have to go back to the way they were. After tomorrow, our special love for each other can only be a memory.”
I took a deep breath, let out a long sigh as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close for a kiss. “I know.”
After we made our way back to camp and had some dinner, we settled onto the blanket in front of the fire.
“So, obviously you know all about my first time,” I said as I ran my fingers through her hair. “Tell me about yours.”
Liz took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. I could see tears begin to well up in her eyes. “I would rather not,” her shaky voice responded. “Now is not the time. Please just hold me.”
We lay on the blanket, her in front of me as we spooned in silence. The warmth and friction between our bodies was making me hard, not that this was an appropriate time for that to happen. Without a word, Liz lifted her leg slightly and allowed my inappropriately hard dick to rest between her soft thighs. “It’s okay,” Liz assured in a soft voice. “Sometimes our bodies just respond.”
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