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Off the Trail

I had gone for a walk,
On the path above the creek,
Gotten bored,
And,
Started walking,
Stone by stone,
Almost in the creek --
First one bank,
Then the other.
 
The brush closed in,
The only sounds,
Were the water,
And an occasion bird,
And me pushing through the brush.
 
As I pushed through,
A particularly dense area of brush,
While stepping from one stone to the next;
I saw,
Sitting on a large stone,
With her feet in the water,
I swear,
Aphrodite,
Or,
Her closest twin.
 
In the flesh;
Literally,
In the flesh.
 
She heard me --
It's difficult to be quiet,
When pushing through the brush,
Along the creek;
And I wasn't trying to be quiet,
Since I assumed I was alone.
 
I stopped.
 
She stood,
Turn face on to me,
Said,
"I heard you,
Along time ago,
It took you long enough,
To get here --
Which gave me time,
To get ready for you."
 
And glanced at the bank,
Where I could see a blanket spread,
Waiting.
 
She stepped past me,
Touched my arm,
Smiled,
Winked.
 
Of course,
I followed her.
 
She,
"Put your clothes,
On that rock,
I have a bottle of wine,
To get things started."
 
I think I set a record,
Undressing.
 
As I stepped to the blanket,
She looked straight at my erection,
Grinned,
Said,
"Maybe we won't need the wine."
 
Sitting there on the blanket,
With me stepping toward her,
She,
"Would you prefer this?"
And laid back on her back,
Pulled her legs,
To her chest,
And opened herself completely.
"Or this?"
Rolled quickly over to her front,
Raised her ass up,
While keeping her head down.
 
I stared,
Momentarily frozen,
Said,
"Either,
Both,
Let's start with that one."
 
Stepped the rest of the way to her,
Dropped to my knees,
Took my cock in my hand,
Guided it,
To her waiting pussy,
Slowly forced it,
Between,
Past,
Her pussy lips,
Deeply into her cunt.
 
I heard an intake of breath,
From her,
And a growled,
"Slow is good for the first one,
But,
Now put some force into it."
 
I did exactly that.
 
Until,
Simultaneously,
We both,
Released,
Forcefully,
Near --violently,
Convulsively --
Me, deeply within her,
Her, tightly milking me.
 
Rather than,
Withdrawing from her,
I resumed,
Moving my cock,
In-and-out,
Of her pussy --
Refirming my erection,
Before,
Pulling my cock out of her,
Telling her,
"Now,
Roll over on you back,
And,
Let's do this again."
 
I didn't know it was possible,
For a woman to move that quickly,
From head down and ass up,
To her back with her legs clenched,
Against her chest,
Her legs widely spread.
 
I admired the view,
Bent forward to use my tongue,
On her very wet pussy,
When she ordered,
"Not your damn tongue,
Your cock man,
Your cock."
 
I returned my cock,
To where it had so recently been,
And,
As it is said,
Plowed that furrow --
With zealousness,
Deeply,
Repeatedly.
 
It took longer this time for me to cum,
She easily beat me to her orgasm,
And repeated it with another one,
Before I spurted everything I had left,
Deeply into her cunt,
Tight against her cervix.
 
As I was pulling out,
She,
"Don't stop now.
I want another."
 
So,
A little less hard,
But still,
I guess,
Adequately firm,
I re-plowed that furrow,
With pleasure,
Until she came again,
And then,
With a gleam in my eye,
Continued,
Until she came one more time.
 
As I was redressing,
She,
"When I get really horny,
Which is often,
And my husband,
Is either out of town,
Which is often,
Or uninterested in helping me out,
Which is often,
I stroll down here,
And wait,
Until someone happens on by.
I don't much care whether it's,
A guy or gal.
As long as they are willing to deliver,
What I need."
 
Smiling,
"I'm glad I could help.
I will certainly plan to walk,
This way more often."
 
She,
To my back as I walked away,
"You were OK,
Maybe you can do better,
Next time,
If there is a next time."
 
Just at that moment,
My foot slipped off a rock,
And,
I sprawled,
Face first,
In the creek.
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