
… really tho, I’d just so ficking love to run into deep in the woods. All alone. So quiet, with brittle dead leaves and twigs announcing any approach. The surprise encounter would have to be pre planned of course. Cause I’m not that lucky. But no less sexy, with the building thrill of a hookup with only general awareness of where in the wilderness it will happen. Which makes it fun. Both of us, loosely, barely clothed. You on those sexy fuckin shorts that you showed off last night when we first made love, and they drove me crazy. That vision calls me as I step the barely there path, stroking my meat inside commando jeans, reaching up now and then to squeeze my tits through an unbuttoned flannel, pinch my nipples. Hard. Like a Man of the wild would. I’ve never been so turned on. Cock feels so good in my hand as I round a corner around a big boulder you’d mentioned last night, and catch movement ahead. In the sexiest cutoff jeans I’ve ever seen. Eyes locked we move to each other, shed our clothes and embrace naked, tongues dancing deep n hard. You pull away, beautiful dreamy eyes looking at mine, smiling and alive. And hungry: Over here Lover - you say to me - behind this rock…