I think we're alone now.

Sophie eyed the grassy mound as she glanced around uncertainly. She felt compelled to obey but, at the same time, wondered how a simple dog walk had lead to this.

She looked over to where her dog was tied and had a reality check. Those sad eyes on her; this wasn’t right.

She walked slowly across the clearing to her dog, hearing Jack’s voice behind her.

“Sophie?”

She untied the dog, smiling as it circled around her legs, tail wagging.

“Sophie!” Jack called one more, the tone more insistent now but she set her lips firm and strode toward a path that looked like a way out through the trees.

“I’m sorry”, she whispered, avoiding eye contact as she let her dog lead the way but the path wasn’t what she expected. The ground was boggy and slippery. She glanced down at her fine boots, not wanting to ruin them but also not wanting to retrace her steps to the awkward situation in the clearing. The sound of footsteps on the path behind her started her moving again, a log offering a way across the boggy ground. She had just put one foot on the log when she heard Callum's voice behind her.

"Sophie?" The young man called as he appeared on the path behind her, a smile on his young face as he saw her pause, looking back at him. "Hey, look," the young man said as he slowly approached her, a shy smile on his face. "Sorry about all that back there," he apologized, motioning back towards the clearing where they could both hear Jack calling insistently for her to return, his voice now edged with anger as it echoed through the woods. "I didn't think... I mean, I just wanted to..." Callum stammered, unsure of what to say. "I didn't expect him to..."

"It's okay," Sophie assured the young man with a soft smile, touched by his honest and earnest apology.

"It is?" Callum started, shocked by her response, his smile broadening a little bit. "Here, let me help you," he offered, moving forward to take her hand, holding her steady as she started across the log.

Sophie let Callum help her across the log, smiling at him as he followed after her, flattered by his obvious infatuation, enjoying the attention of such a young man. He's young enough to be my son, she mused, catching the boy glancing at her once more, feeling a slightly naughty delight in the idea of being with a boy her daughter's age.

Callum smiled at Sophie as he caught her glancing at him, wondering if it was just his imagination or if there was something there, something in the way she was looking at him. Could she be interested? He wondered as they made their way down the narrow wooded path, neither one of them speaking , both of them lost in their thoughts. Finally Callum couldn't take the silence anymore, couldn't stand the uncertainty of not knowing what she was thinking, and gently touched her arm.

Sophie stopped, looking at the young man questioningly, wondering why he'd stopped her. He is good looking, in a youthful rugged way, she found herself noting, trying to remember the last time she'd been with a boy Callum's age. Probably when I was that age myself, she mused with a slight shake of her head.

Callum swallowed hard, trying to work up the courage to say what he wanted to say, to ask the question that was burning through his mind, but the words wouldn't come. "Sophie, I was wondering... I mean... would you..."

Sophie smiled at the young man, guessing what was going through his mind, what he was thinking, just by the look on his face, the way he was staring at her. Taking pity on the young man as he tried to form a coherent sentence, Sophie nodded her head. "Yes, Callum," she assured him quietly, stepping close to him, placing her forefinger on his lips to silence him. "Yes, I would," she almost whispers, a playfully naughty grin crossing her face as she leans closer to the young man, her lips lightly brushing against his as she let go of the lead, her hands coming up to gently push Callum back against the thick trunk of a tree.

"Sophie," Callum managed to whisper in shock, the back of his head bumping hard against the tree as the attractive older woman lightly kisses him, her lips soft against his for a brief moment before she sinks to her knees in front of him.

Sophie was enjoying the boy's shock, his disbelief at what was happening heightening her enjoyment, pushing her on as she sunk down in front of him, her hands sliding down his chest, fingers curling into the waistband of his rugby shorts. She heard him gasp as she tugged his shorts down, his hard penis suddenly bobbing free of the tight shorts. She looked at it, this young hard cock in front of her face. Long and slender, circumcised, the head glistened wetly and demanded that she kiss it. Looking up at Callum, holding his gaze, she leaned forward and did so, before slipping her lips over the end.

A soft moan escaped Callum as he watched Sophie's lip touch his cock, a soft kiss on the tip at first, then the wonderful feeling of her lips slipping over the tip. His hand fell to the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her brown hair, guiding her mouth down onto his cock, her lips tight around him as she took more of the wet salty head into her mouth. Her tongue teased over the spongy end, licking it, tasting the salty flavor of his pre-cum, as her hand moved to grasp him, forming a small fist nearly but not quite around his member as she started to slowly stroke him off.

Callum leaned back hard against the tree, his knees weak, as Sophie jerked him off, her mouth sucking hard on the head of his cock, her tongue teasing along his slit. His fingers tightened their grip on her hair, pulling her mouth down, forcing more of his cock into the tight suction of her lips. He worried that he was too forceful, demanding too much of her, but the low purr of approval that escaped Sophie assured him that she was enjoying herself as much as he was. Taking this as encouragement, Callum started thrusting his hips, rocking his pelvis into Sophie's stroking fist, her sucking mouth all the while looking down into her eyes, holding her gaze as he started fucking her mouth.

Sophie let him pull her head down, feeling him pulling at her hair as his hips pushed against her mouth, the soft thick head of his cock slamming into her throat. She was as rough with him as he was with her, her hand squeezing his cock tight, the teeth now nipping at his shaft, causing a groan of discomfort to escape him, but knowing that he was beyond the point of no return, that he was lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Sophie let out a loud gasp as Callum suddenly pulled her head back, her eyes watering in pain as he yanked on her hair, a low groan escaping the young man as he erupted, cumming on her. Sophie closed her eyes as the boy's seed splattered across her face, hot jets streaking across her cheeks, her nose, dripping down off her chin. She held herself there, her mouth open as he shot the last few jets deep into her throat before releasing her hair.

"Well," Sophie panted, smiling up at the young man, her face glistening with his semen, her eyes shining with excitement before crudely wiping her mouth clean of cum with the back of her hand. "That was rather fun."