Last September, as the weather turned and showed the first hints of fall, Marissa and I would walk the trail.

It was right near our dive apartment off campus. Our classwork was light at the beginning of the semester, and we liked to stroll in our free time. Some days it was too warm, but some days it was cool enough that we held hands and glanced up at the trees to see if the leaves had started to change yet.

“Oh, look at this,” she said one afternoon.

We were both done with classes for the day. It was still slightly warm, and the trail, for whatever reason, was deserted.

“What’s this?” I peered over her shoulder as she took a swig out of her water bottle.

“A new pavilion, tables and some benches. Let’s check it out.”

I followed her as she stepped onto the concrete pad and examined the facilities.

“Look at the benches. Pretty lux,” I said dropping onto one and sprawling out. It almost held my full height of six-foot-three.

She looked down at me, shaking her head but smiling. “You’re a goof.”

“Come on. Come see. It’s sturdy and new, and — oooh — chilly!” I shivered playfully since the pavilion’s roof cast a dark shadow, a harsh contrast to the warm sun that had been beating down on us.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to break a new bench.”

“It’s steel. I don’t think you’re gonna break it. Even when you’re coupled with me.” I grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward me.

She came, putting up a playful fight but advancing nonetheless.

She plopped down, and I yanked her gently until she spread her body over mine the way she did when we were in bed.

“Am I heavy?”

Per usual, I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Never.”

She rested her head on my chest, and we listened to the birds.

“See, it’s a ritzy bench. Only the finest, broadest, strongest benches for our trail.”

“I can’t believe how deserted it is out here today,” she murmured.

“Me either. But it is on the warm side. People want the leaves to change and the chill to come.”

She played along. “They want to wear sweaters and boots.”

“And hold mugs of hot beverages in their gloved hands.”

Marissa laughed. “You’re a goof.”

“Kiss me.”

She kissed me, and then surprised me by sliding her hand along the front of my jeans and dragging down the zipper.

“Hey, now.”

“Hush,” she said. “Let me take advantage of you.”

I watched her as she moved over me. She drew my cock from my pants and wrapped her lips around the head. Her mouth was silken and hot, and I groaned. Her action was very unexpected, and somehow that made what had always been amazing even more so.

She looked up at me, staring into my eyes as she sucked me. Her small hand moved up and down my shaft, gripping me tightly. She swirled her tongue around my tip, licking me in a way that stole my breath.

She pulled away to ask, “Is this okay?”

I barked laughter. “Yeah, I think.”

I took hold of her dark braids, tugging the twin tails and using them as a lead to draw her down onto my length. She relaxed her throat, and I came in a rush, making noises like I was a beast of the forest. I drove up from beneath her, yanking her hair, and surrendered to the pleasure. I hadn’t expected that moment. It hadn’t lasted long, but I’d enjoyed every second of it.

She laughed softly and moved up to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Let’s finish our walk.”

I was still catching my breath, but I played along.

We righted our disheveled clothes, and I held her hand in mine as we re-emerged onto the sun-dappled trail.

As we walked, I leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Tomorrow we come back, and you’re on the bottom. I get to give you a little something-something.”

“Only if it’s deserted like today,” she responded.

“We’ll keep our fingers crossed.”

The next day, our workload was light once again, and we were up for another hike. The trail seemed deserted.

“I think this looks promising,” I said, leaning in to kiss her neck.

“Hush.”

“Oh, no. I mean it. I haven’t seen a single person. Not one. And it’s very warm again today. When we hit our sex pavilion — ”

“Sex pavilion!”

“Exactly.” I squeezed her hand.

“You’re filthy.”

I reached down and squeezed her ass. She has the best fucking ass. “You know it. And you love it.”

I squeezed again, and she giggled.

I grabbed her hair in my hand and propelled her toward a thin birch. I pressed her against the peeling bark and leaned in close. I closed my teeth against the back of her neck and bit. She sighed, rearing back so her ass met my crotch.

“You love it, you bad girl. You love it.”

Her voice was breathy when she answered, “I do.”

I kept her facing the tree, wrapped my arms around her waist and nibbled where her shoulder met her neck. When I felt her bristle, I reached up to cup her tits in my hands. Her nipples were impossibly hard, like diamonds, pressed to the front of her shirt.

I nipped her neck, and she whimpered. I knew damn well beneath her purple running shorts her pussy would be drenched. She loved the teeth, the slight hair pulls, the manhandling. And she loved it even more when there was a very slight chance we could get caught by passersby.

“Now put some pep in that step,” I said against her earlobe. As I spoke, I reached down to rub a finger along the cleft of her pussy lips, pushing her panties and her shorts against her, no doubt, swollen nub.

“Okay.”

We reached the pavilion in no time. It was deserted, exactly as it had been the day before. “Your turn, baby,” I whispered in her ear.

I laid her out on the bench, assuring her that I’d keep an ear out for anyone coming our way.

“Plus, we’re below eye level from the trail. Anyone would have to literally walk into the pavilion.

She didn’t look convinced.

“Will you feel better if you can keep a lookout?” I asked.

She nodded.

She sat up on the bench, and I nodded toward her shorts. “Off with them.”

She stripped out of them and her panties as well, using the clothes as a cushion for her seat. That made me laugh.

“You can never be too careful,” she said, giving me a shy smile.

I knocked her thighs apart with my hand, and she gasped. I pried her legs wider with my hands, clutching them tightly and making her moan. She liked a firm grip.

I lowered my head and sucked her clit, nudging the tip with my tongue. She arched her back and pushed her pussy against my mouth. Marissa liked me to go at her hard right out of the gate. No nuzzling, no gentleness, no finesse.

I pushed a finger inside her and felt her cunt grip me greedily. I added a second digit and continued to suck her clitoris, drawing on the tiny nub until she released a low, hearty groan.

“That’s it,” I whispered, pausing to kiss the insides of her soft thighs. I continued to fuck her with my fingers while teasing her thighs with little love bites. She wore short socks with her running shoes. They bore the likeness of our college’s mascot, and he leered at me from her sock tops like he was watching us.

I returned my attention to her pussy, giving her good, hard licks and a nibble or two. My fingers curled inside her, and I felt the give of her most tender places under my fingers.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered, digging her hands into my hair and tugging until my eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

“No, you’re not. Not yet.”

She groaned. Sometimes I tell her she can’t come. Because then once I tell her to go for it, it she damn near shakes to her core.

“That’s my girl. Don’t you dare come.”

She whimpered, her hips shifting on the bench.

I pushed my fingers deep and started to attack her clit again. I drew on it softly, then I gave it a hard suck. I alternated until her toes were tapping on the ground near my knees. She was practically climbing out of her skin.

I added a third finger, and when her sweet little pussy spread for me easily, I was the one to groan. I thrust deep and whispered against her soft pussy lips, “Come.”

And she did, stifling the noise with her hand. It was the sexiest thing in the world, her bottling up that wonderful cry as her body trembled and shook and her cunt let loose a rush of fluid over my fingers.

“Hurry,” she said, standing quickly. She walked around to the back of the bench and braced herself against the top of the backrest. I didn’t ask why. I wasn’t a fool.

I moved behind her, dropped my shorts and grabbed her hips. She angled her round, perky ass so that I could drag my cockhead along her wet split. She moaned and pressed back against me, forcing the head of my cock into her drenched opening.

“Hurry,” she said again. The breathiness of her voice turned me on to no end. There were still no sounds except birds and small things in the underbrush. We were alone again. A miracle.

I pushed into her slowly, watching her pussy take my cock. I studied that heart-shaped ass and the small of her back where she was ticklish if I touched her softly.

She growled and forced herself back on my dick. I stopped waxing poetic and fucked her. I held her hips and drove into her nice and deep. She squeezed her cunt around me, and I moaned low and deep, trying to keep myself under control just in case.

I felt her snug sheath growing tight as she inched closer to another climax. She reached down and started to stroke her clit. I banged her madly, trying to hold on, but I was a goner when she came again suddenly.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, as her spasming pussy milked my dick. “Jesus Christ.”

I came, swallowing a bellow by biting the inside of my cheek instead.

It was then that we heard footsteps on the trail. Laughter. The distinct sound of people making noise as they headed our way.

She giggled. “At least they’re not the quiet ones who sneak around so they don’t scare the squirrels. Then we’d be fucked.”

I kissed her and whispered in her ear. “Some of us just were.”

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