Ramya: a fuck with Adam in the woods

I throw myself into the new role. The old CIO retires on a Friday; by Monday the title is mine and the calendar is intimidating. I love it. The work is meaningful and the authority is real.

A few weeks later it's sugar daddy Mark’s night. His thick mid-shaft challenges me more each visit. Lots of lube and a slow opening with fingers first before I can take him. Then my breath catches, and soon I'm coming like crazy. I've just finished, and he's asleep on his stomach next to me. My phone lights up.

Adam: I heard about your promotion. Congrats!

My heart stutters. I'm loose and gaping with Mark’s come leaking slowly onto his expensive sheets. I lock the screen and set the phone face-down. Whatever I say to Adam will not be composed while another man is paying for my time.

The next morning I answer from work between meetings.

Me: Thank you, Adam.

I let the message sit until lunch. Then I type the rest before I can talk myself out of it.

Me: I would like to go on a date with you now. If you’ve moved on or aren’t interested, I completely understand.

Me: The reason I didn’t accept when you asked before was Indian culture and the expectations still attached to my future. I wanted to see you again. Very much.

Me: I can explain more about why I’m listening to what I actually want now if you decide the date is still on the table.

He replies mid-afternoon saying he will call tonight.

He calls after dinner, and his soothing, confident voice puts me at ease. We talk for thirty minutes as we get to know each other more and find common ground. We're both into fitness, so Adam proposes a hike for our next date.

"I'm familiar," I say when he proposes the location. I used to go almost every weekend as a break from the normal gym routine, but I've only been once since I popped my cherry. "It sounds like fun."

Saturday will be a scorcher, but the morning is cool and clear. We're both punctual. He greets me with a brief kiss that feels natural, then swings a heavy ruck onto his shoulders.

"Are you staying in the woods for a month?" I joke as I pull out a small day pack.

"I load it up heavy just to get a better workout," he says. His eyes pass over me head to toe. "Nice outfit."

I grin. He's in hiking pants and quality footwear. I'm in booty shorts, running shoes, and a sports bra. It's the same outfit I wore on this trail when I was a virgin.

Adam takes the lead through the woods. We have easy conversation about my promotion and the new job. I learn more about what he does and his background and family. These are safe topics as we both fish for any red flags.

Two miles in, we switch places. Sweat is running down the small of my back and pooling at the base of my spine. My clenching butt cheeks are eating the booty shorts. I can feel his attention right where I want it, on the flex of my ass.

"Enjoying the view?" I call over my shoulder.

"Very much. I think you should lead the rest of the hike."

I laugh, stop, and turn. The sports bra is already half-soaked. I hook my thumbs under the band and peel it up. My heavy tits stay caught in the fabric and show their undersides until I lift high enough to force them out of the cups. They flop down free and hang and jiggle. In mid-day light, there's no hiding every imperfection from the stretch marks to the big nipples pointing down at a sad angle. "How's this view?" I tease.

He doesn’t look away. “Fuck. Yeah. Those are… yeah.” The appreciation is real. He loves my natural and imperfect rack.

I take two steps backwards as they jostle, then lift them and tuck them back into the bra and turn.

It feels natural with him. I love how he looks at the real shape of me without flinching or turning it into a joke. But it's also the months of men who paid for exactly this body and taught me there was nothing left to be shy about. Both truths sit well with me.

“Ass is doing the Lord’s work too,” he adds behind me.

“Glad you noticed.”

At the halfway mark of the five-mile hike, I stop. I point to a game trail that goes through some thicker brush. "There's a private spot through there if you want to take a break."

"Lead the way."

I go a hundred yards until the path opens to a secluded path by the small river. I pause to take it in as Adam takes off his pack.

"I used to stop here and masturbate when I was still a virgin."

Adam seems unfazed by the blunt comment. "I don't believe you," he teases.

I nod to a large log resting a few feet from the water. "I'd sit right there and rub one out."

"This must have been years ago, right?"

"Months," I correct him, going along with his tease.

Adam pulls me into his arms for a romantic kiss by the river. "Mmmf. I'm all sweaty," I moan.

"I like you like this. And you found a great spot." I feel him harden against my crotch, and his hand grabs one breast while another cups my butt cheek.

"Right place, right time for you," I say. "Adam... I'm yours if you want to take me."

He grins, then says, "Shit. I didn't bring any condoms. I planned on ravaging you in the bedroom later."

"I have an IUD. Do you want to wait, or..."

I see his mind working. I humbly wonder what might hold this smart man back from a reckless step most men would jump into. Then he turns me to face my masturbation log and tugs down my booty shorts. I laugh as he pushes them down to my ankles so I can step out. When I spread my legs, his hands part my cheeks, and before I can object about the sweat, his tongue is probing into my pussy.

I'm wet already, just from talking to him on the trail and then that kiss. He notices, and he stands and unzips. He gently nudges my back, and I obey. My hands are bracing on my masturbation log as Adam lines up to take me from behind.

I clench and tighten when the fat head finds my crease. His first push is thwarted. His second push is more insistent, and I relax to let him in, then contract and squeeze the shaft as it pushes through all the way to the hilt. I feel the crown and every inch with my snug grip. Adam grabs my hips and sets up a slow tempo with full thrusts.

"Uhhh!" I groan loud enough to scare the local wildlife.

"Damn, you're tighter than last time," he groans.

This is incredibly hot for me. I love to be taken from behind by a strong man I find so attractive, in a setting that is both beautiful in its tranquility and terrifying if I get caught.

Pump. Pump.

Adam is stroking slowly, feeling me out.

"God, the heat, Ramya. It feels so intense. I haven't done this bareback in ages."

I use every bit of the skill I've learned fucking other men to please Adam. There's so much I can do even when bent over. Most of it is inside. I flutter and grip around him rhythmically, milking his cock on every pump with trained muscles. I arch my back to make my butt look as sexy as possible and push back into him, groaning and fucking with high energy and enthusiasm. His erection is rock hard, and I skillfully angle my hips to make sure the front half of his cock digs into the sensitive area in the roof of my vagina, and I time clenches to rub hard against the sensitive underside of his cock.

It's working. I don't need him to say it. I know I'm giving Adam the fuck of his life.

"God, that's so fucking good, girl," he groans as he begins to pump faster.

"Hold on," I say, leaning upright. I turn to the side and meet him for a kiss. I grin and pull up my sports bra, letting my breasts spill out and sag. "Go harder if you want."

I put my hands back on the log, and Adam starts fucking me harder. I get two ass-smacks from him, then the pace makes my breasts bounce chaotically with plenty of side-boob showing for eye candy.

"Great idea. That's sexy as hell," he moans.

I'm so confident in my body now with Adam and feel so uninhibited. My breasts show more stretch marks and sag from behind, but I know he loves it. I push back at a slight angle to one side, just enough to force my breasts to swing in a circular pattern I know he'll love.

"Ramya, I'm close," he groans. "Should I pull out? God help me, I don't want to."

"Then don't," I say. It's a risk for him too, and I'm moved that he trusts me enough to ejaculate inside me.

I feel every pulse when he finishes, deep, the sudden wet warmth that has nothing to do with payment or performance. He stays inside me after, forehead against my shoulder, breathing like he has been sprinting.

“Damn, Ramya.”

I laugh, breathless. “That good?”

“That tight. And raw. You're amazing.”

"Glad you noticed," I say with a cocky grin.

He eases out, and I close up tight behind, nothing leaking out yet. He put it in deep.

He turns me and kisses me, then says, "Sit on the log and spread your legs. I want to get you off properly.”

I sit, but spread my legs slowly. "You don't have to. I'm a mess. Sweat and… everything.”

“I like it like that.” He says it simply, no performance. “If you’re okay with it.”

I nod and watch his dark head settle between my legs.

This gorgeous man kneeling in the dirt to pleasure me after coming inside me is one of the hottest moments of my life. I'm close as soon as his tongue finds me. He's on my clit with expert precision, but he also traces down my small lips and opens the hole, licking up whatever I offer him. After a minute, the gates open and cum gushes out into his mouth. I hear the lewd gurgle. He obediently laps it up. When he returns to my clit, I grab his head and pull and come like crazy.

"That just might be the hottest sex I've had," Adam confesses as he zips up and I pull up my booty shorts and stuff my tits back in the bra. "It's not just the exotic location, Ramya. I've never been with anyone like you."

“High praise from a man who has his pick of women,” I tease, still a little breathless. “Thank you. I’ve come on that log more times than I can count. Having you be the one who finally fucked me here… it wouldn’t have hit the same with anyone else. You made it better than the fantasy.”

The rest of our hike is quieter. I am in my head reliving the amazing moment we had, and the hike gets more strenuous as the temperature rises.

"Your come is still leaking out," I laugh.

"Sorry about that. I could have pulled out."

"No way. I'll never forget watching you eat me out after you released inside me."

By the time we finish the five-mile loop, there isn't a dry spot on either of us.

"That was quite a second date," he says, signaling to me it's over.

"Probably good to end on a high note," I say.

"If we hang out more, I'm going to want more sex."

"You can arrange our next date now. It won't scare me off, and I won't start taking you for granted."

He laughs and says, "Church tomorrow. Let's go to a new one neither of us has been to and pretend to be a couple that's been together for years."