Chloe maintained an unbelievable air of grace and class while living in the dying city we both were from, in spite of being raised the poor child of a single mother without any access to wealth or comfort. It could not have been all owed to her looks, elegance, or sexual power over men, because even her rivals loved her. Still, the city bent her and oppressed her, dragging her down and making her sick, just like it was doing to all of us. Our hometown and our neighbors were being decimated by the wills of the capitalist machine in postindustrial america, but it was in this setting that Chloe and I loved one another.
Getting out of the city was one of our favorite things to do and we left as often as we could, away from the grime, decay, her catcalls and the constant conflict. We’d explore the countryside, forests and mountains all night, breaking into abandoned places, hiking through pitch-black woods, swimming naked in quarries or searching out old forgotten diners. We would often end up in the throes of passion somewhere out there in the darkness because we could barely ever keep our hands off of one another.
I knew of a terrace out in the woods up on a mountain just a short distance outside of the city and asked if she wanted to go find it. It was an old stepped structure with large mossy stone walls originally built to fight erosion, but abandoned to nature. The night was hot and Chloe wore burgundy chucks, white knee-high tube socks with green stripes, tiny white terrycloth shorts, and a powder blue low cut tank top that displayed her immense cleavage. She’d recently cut her long wavy 70’s feathered hair into a shorter razor-cut bob and looked gorgeous.
Whenever she dressed like this, her proportions made her ability to stay upright seem precarious, with her spindly little legs and narrow little hips braced to support her gigantic breasts. As we drove down the windy country road, the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her kept rising up inside me as I could see her breasts jiggle with every bump out of the corner of my eye. We talked about Go Sailor and punk made by girls as we shared music on the ride, but I couldn’t stop thinking about getting her naked.
In the trunk I had surreptitiously packed two giant picnic blankets and a sleeping bag that she and I had shared before out in the woods. My thoughts returned to the last time, how I had flipped up the skirt of her sundress, pushed her underwear to the side, and entered her standing up inside a covered bridge at 3am in some summer fog. She had later stripped for me as I laid on the sleeping bag in a field, making her heaving breasts drop and sway as she removed her dress and making my cock stiffen and swell against my stomach.
I pulled over at a trailhead that I knew and walked around to open her door. One long slender leg shone in the near-full moon’s light as it exited the car, followed by another. As she bent forward her oceanic breasts threatened to overspill her flimsy top until she righted herself by placing one hand on the small of my back and the other on my shoulder. Her deadly wide smile threatened to kill me until she kissed me with her tumescent bottom lip, squeezing her breasts against my chest. The smell of the honey-based product she used to tame her thick curly hair was intoxicating.
I wanted her to want me, to be pleasantly surprised that I had come prepared with the giant blankets she found so comforting. I gingerly held her by the back of her neck, which always elicited a tiny moan in her. Her slender fingers were searching me, squeezing my ass and sliding up under my checkered shirt feeling the bare skin of my back. She was very forthcoming with compliments and always marveled at my runner’s musculature ever since we had run together on a cross country team, long before our first kiss or our first date. She exhaled and told me how hot I was.
Her hands on my flesh were arousing. Images were flashing in my memory of us, our first time at our hotel by the beach, another during an afternoon thunderstorm with all the windows open, and another in the steamy shower at her apartment. These were combining with my fantasies of what tonight could be, how beautiful her naked body would be straddled atop mine in the black forest with the stars above her. My erection ached to burst the stitching of my denim jeans and to be inside her. She found it and was running the palm of her hand laterally along the shaft of my cock towards my left hip, where I was trapped in the confines of my pants.
We were still standing along the road, seldom used by drivers at this time of night, but not necessarily in a safe place. I took her hand and led her around to the opposite side of the car in case anyone happened to pass. She tugged at my clothes and I let her remove them all as she pawed at my body and kissed me ravenously. As her lips explored my neck and shoulders, I slid the thin straps of her tank top and bra off of her golden shoulders, and popping her breasts out. I stroked one of her nipples with my thumb as it began to swell and cupped her ass in my other hand.
Soon we were both all but naked save for her socks. Her nude body in this way looked cute enough to eat. I opened the trunk and grabbed one of the large blankets. We left our clothes in a pile beside the car and, throwing the blanket around us like a giant cloak, led her up the path to the terraces with my chest firm against her tattooed shoulderblades and my erect cock lazily spanking her from side to side as we walked together.
I didn’t mind walking barefoot as the path was covered in soft pine needles. The day had been hot, cooking the cedar sap in the sun and perfuming the forest with a heavy woodsy smell. The path was bathed in the white-hot frosty light of the moon. The green clearing up the hill glowed like a Russian folk tale. As we arrived at the moss-and-fern covered plot we wordlessly fell out onto the splayed blanket and went at each other. She had me pinned under her long buxom body and was slowly stroking my cock. She kissed me and then slowly slid her body down mine, kissing my chest and letting her swaying breasts gently tickle my torso with her erect nipples and down the shaft of my cock. Her lips met the tip of my head at my belly button. She knew this drove me crazy. I was fully flexed and my blood was pumping hot within me. She bit me playfully and then began to stroke me as she took more and more of me into her mouth.
Her hand followed her lips and as she passed my foreskin she squeezed tighter and then, when she could take no more of me down her throat, she let her hand slide all the way down to the base of my cock, then back up again. After enjoying her incredible technique for awhile, I motioned her up and effortlessly spun my body and picked her up so that she was perched over my face. She began to work me again and I guided her narrow hips down to me so that I could kiss the inside of her thighs. With each touch I could feel her pause from going down on me as she let herself enjoy my tongue wandering towards her clit.
She seemed shy about letting herself ride my face, so I pressed her ass down so that her weight was starting to balance over my jaw. At this point she dropped my cock completely and sat up to try and direct her pussy over my mouth and slowly began grinding forwards and back. I tilted my head back and gripped her hipbones and she grabbed my elbows for leverage. I could sense her carefully adding more weight and felt her wetness starting to run over my upper lip and down to the sides of my jaw. She had never ridden me this way and was entering a hyperfocused, trance-like state. Out in nature she let her moans go to their full volume, no longer worried about nosy neighbors. Her cries were coming from deep within her chest and were pointed straight up at the branches above. Her wetness threatened to drown me.
Then I could sense a change in her taste, that slightly sweet signal that let me know she was about to cum. Her moans had turned to screams and her body stopped riding me as she tensed up and I felt her flow onto my mouth in greater volume. She fell forward towards my legs and hugged my hard dick. She rolled over and started kissing me again and I could feel that her face was damp from tears. She apologized and told me that it was just particularly intense, and assured me she was crying from pure amazing pleasure.
She asked if I could please be inside her and so she slid her soaking pussy down and easily slipped me in. Normally we had a bit of a struggle but she took me almost to the hilt on her first thrust. She felt incredible — warm and snug — and as she slid back up off of me I could sense her cum covering me and running down to my balls. She sat up and her large, pale pink, puffy nipples faded into the radiant skin of her breasts, which was sharply contrasted against the dark golden broiled tan she had over the other 95% of her body from working at her lifeguard jobs during the day. Her tanlines ran in sharp edges contouring her lithe body, following a well-defined edge where her taut two-piece suit hugged her full breasts and tiny ass.
I loved watching the long lines of her muscles flex as she rode my cock and her oceanic breasts bounced and swayed. She was babbling about how amazing it felt and was taking me deeper than she ever had. Her blue eyeshadow and the mascara she used to color her blonde eyelashes was now smeared all over her face, and the look on her face was one of ecstacy, confusion, pain and concentration. She was staring at my chest, not my eyes, and her eyebrows were getting all screwy. Suddenly she closed her eyes, let out another scream and leaned into me, pressing her face into my shoulder as she came again, slowing her strokes.
She stayed like that for awhile — far too long for me to know, and her orgasms seemed to ebb and flow based on her very precise motions and the tensing of her muscles wrapped around my cock. I concentrated on kissing her and my touch on her flesh, letting her do whatever she pleased to me. She had never had this kind of orgasm with me, or as far as I had ever heard, with anyone else. I caressed her ribs and the skin on her back, occasionally gliding against her plump breasts pressed out between our bodies. The stark differences between these textures on her body were permanently imprinted on my mind.
Strands of her dirty blonde hair covered my eyes as she moved on top of me. Through them I could see hundreds of stars through the clearing in the black pine branches. Her yells rang out through the cathedral of the trees, and she pulled my hair, shoving my head into the blanket and the soft earth below. She then violently gripped my jaw and sat up again. She didn’t normally like being taken from behind, but she asked if I would do it.
I carefully lifted her off of me and set her down on her knees in front of me. I angled her shoulders down in the blanket and kissed the back of her bare neck and all over her back, now sweaty from sex chat free, as I massaged her clit. Her skin emanated heat. With my other hand, I began stroking the head of my cock against her pussy lips, gently parting them. I slowly entered her and felt her warmth gush around me, welcoming me in. I moved gently, and continued reaching around to stimulate her clit.
I kept my strokes shallow, still moving my way in and out of her at a tectonic rate. I focused on my hands against her body, and when she began to cum again she backed her ass up against me, taking me deeper. I steadied my touch and she came again.
Chloe was extremely flexible and when she was finished cumming she swung her right leg out and flipped her shoulders over so that she was now facing me more. We had been fucking for close to an hour, and now seeing her breasts falling back from her arching body and her hard nipples moving in broad circles as I thrusted inside her made me know I was close. I could no longer hold myself back. Whenever I told her that I was about to cum it was a total gamble what she would say — sometimes she would purr that she wanted to feel me cum inside of her, other times she would ask if she could take it in her mouth, or on her ass, or if she was in a submissive mood, for me to just cover her in it. This time she told me she wanted to watch me cum all over her boobs.
If you adored this write-up and you would certainly like to receive more information concerning private sex chat kindly check out our own web site. I pulled out and she sat up, cupping her breasts that only looked all the more massive in her thin hands. Cum shot all over her chest and her face as she laughed and I groaned. It kept pumping out of me for what felt like hours as I arched my head back to look again at the stars. I looked back at her and she gave me the most devilish look through all her smeared makeup and my cum on her cheeks. She smiled and ran her shiny pink tongue over her lips, then proceeded to lick the rest of my cum off of her tits. Still hugging them in her left arm, she freed her right hand to stroke my cock, which was still hard, and suck me some more. The shock was deafening as she tightened her lips around my head.
We collapsed onto the blanket and she straddled me again. We embraced and talked as we both cooled down from the strenuous activity of the live sex online we had just had. She wiped her face on the blanket to clear up the last of the mess, and then noticed something in the woods over my head. The look on her face was one of genuine, pleasant surprise, and her big blue eyes with the golden inner ring widened to giant proportions. I tilted my head back all the way, and in my upside-down field of vision noticed a deer standing near the edge of the terrace staring at us. She was a large doe, eating something and looking very inquisitive about us. Chloe and I were both silent and just stared back at her. Deer were extremely common in the area, so were probably used to humans, but we must have been vulnerable enough to pose absolutely no threat to her, making her feel careless about wandering around a naked human couple. She kept looking back at us in the moonlight as she foraged and sniffed the air, but did not seem too concerned.
After she departed we laughed in disbelief at her presence and at the whole night. Wondering if we locked the doors, if the keys were in the ignition, if our clothes were still laying heaped in piles next to the car. The touch of her skin always electrified me, and while holding her my erection never really went away. Through our entire relationship, Chloe actually rarely saw me naked without a hard cock. She played with it as we joked, and soon we began to fuck again. This time, I laid above her, methodically and rhythmically moving within her as we kissed and stroked each others’ hair and stared in each others’ eyes and sweat in the night heat of the forest.
Even without the presence of the deer, it still would have been one of the most magical experiences of my life, but she added something that Chloe and I still talk about years later. The sex was perfect, the setting was perfect, and we explored each others’ bodies in that clearing until just before dawn when we sleepily stumbled back along the path in a hazy, dreamlike state.
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