"You should fuck me"

She spoke the words quietly, almost as if she didn't want him to hear what it is she wanted him to do. She looks directly ahead as she says it, knowing if she had looked at him, she would have bottled out of saying such words out loud. For a moment she thinks maybe he hadn't heard as they continue to walk along the path.

"Oh really" he finally responds, "so is that what naughty dirty girls get is it? Surely that is a reward, not a punishment?" As ever his words are evenly spoken and casual, no hint in his tone that they were discussing what she had just said. She remains silent as she stares directly ahead, glad no one is coming in the opposite direction, sure if there was, they would see how red her face was right now as she feels the blood fill her cheeks. They walk on, his hand still on her lower back with fingers caressing under the hem of her skirt.

"Well you dirty girl, I asked you a question." He finally speaks, his words short and to the point. "Is that what you think you deserve, a good hard fucking, like you got last night." She senses him looking towards her, but still she cannot look back, partly embarrassment, partly shock at what she had said herself, but just the mention of the previous evening and what they did makes her smile again with the recollection of how it felt.

"Well Flis, don't you have anything more to say? Is that it, you think you deserve to be fucked?" She can hear the teasing in his words, as if he knows how difficult she is finding it to say such words again. "Here do you mean? Do you want me to take you right here, just lift that little skirt up and pull your knickers to one side and fuck you like a dirty little slut?" Her body trembles and her pussy quivers as he says it, the words so crude but so exciting. She wants to say yes, she wants to say she wants to be fucked right there, but she senses he is only teasing her again, that he would not do what they had done last night, at least not here right now, but then again, he has surprised her so much in the short time they have known one another, anything could be possible.

"Well you dirty little girl?" he asks again, stopping still in the middle of the path, turning slightly towards her. "Tell me Flis, what is it you deserve?" At last she has no option but to look up at him, seeing his deep eyes drilling into her, waiting for her answer.

"No, not here, but..." she stammered as she tries to find a reply that he might accept.