Rustic cabins and beautiful woodlands told me I was in the perfect vacation spot. But the spotty cell service said differently. But I was traipsing through the woods, holding my phone to the sky and hoping for a random connection, when I literally tripped over a hot hunk.

He was down on the ground examining a mushroom. A mushroom I ended up falling on.

He sat back, pushed his glasses up his nose, righted his baseball cap and said, “Nice of you to drop in.”

I was on my ass, covered in dirt, with squashed mushrooms stuck to the seat of my jeans, and my phone had gone flying off into the brush.

But all that didn’t stop me from noticing how broad his shoulders were, how brown his eyes were or how kissable his mouth seemed.

In fact, my mind was preoccupied with locking lips with him, even as I stammered my apology.

He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, rose to his feet and held out a hand to help me up. I took it, feeling a little shaky — more from attraction than anything else.

Standing before him I realized how tall he was. Very tall, very broad and very handsome — and let’s not forget kissable.

“I’m really sorry,” I said, casting a

glance at the annihilated mushroom

patch.

“It’s fine.” He wiped his hands on the back of his jeans.

“What were you doing?” I asked.

“Looking at that mushroom that’s now smashed to the back of your pants.”

“Uh, I got that. I mean, why?”

“To see if I could identify it.”

“And?”

“No luck,” he said, grinning.

That grin sent an arrow of arousal straight to my cunt. I licked my lips and shifted my stance. But the act only made my pounding pussy that much more insistent.

“What were you gonna do with it?”

“Depends,” he shrugged. “It could have been delicious with a steak and gravy, or it could’ve killed me. I’m still learning to tell the difference.”

That’s when I noticed his gaze was roaming over my body, from my light sweater, down my jeans, to my sandaled feet. There was no way he’d missed my hard nipples as he scanned me.

My face grew hot, but I liked the attention. My mild embarrassment somehow fed my attraction.

“What were you doing besides tripping over me?” he asked.

“Looking for a signal. Wi-Fi’s out in my cabin.”

“Good luck. There’s nothing out here.”

“That’s what I thought,” I said with a sigh.

He brushed himself off and looked like, for just a second, he was going

to brush me off, too. Then he caught

himself.

“Hey, you could come to my house for working Wi-Fi. Maybe some drinks. Maybe some food.” He looked handsome and hopeful. I was charmed. “I’m Matt, by the way.”

He offered me his hand, and I shook it as I introduced myself. His fingers curled gently against my skin.

Drinks sounded good. Wi-Fi sounded better. Maybe food…maybe more, if I was reading him correctly. That sounded best of all. I agreed to meet Matt in two hours, knowing we both had to clean up. He was in the cabin at the end of the main access road. Look for the yellow Jeep, he told me.

Anticipating some fun, I took a shower and shaved my legs. As I stood under the spray, I spent a few minutes stroking my clit. I brought myself dangerously and frustratingly close to orgasm, and then backed off. I knew from experience that made sex so much better later on. A desperate, primed arousal would have me begging to be fucked.

After my shower, I dried off, pulled some clean clothes out of my suitcase and packed up my laptop. I wore my favorite jeans, the ones that hugged my ass just right, with a black, long-sleeved V-neck that showed off my cleavage. I put my long brown hair up in a ponytail and applied minimal makeup, which is my way.

I also had forgone a bra and panties, which is, truthfully, also my way.

I felt nervous. Not so much because I wondered if we’d fuck, but because I knew we would and I wanted it to be great. It had been a while for me.

I drove down the access road, considering the gray sky and wondering if it would rain. I found his house easily enough. A little brown cabin under towering trees. It had some moss on the roof. I found it charming, like something from a fairy tale.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my bag.

He met me at the door with a glass of red wine that he offered to me and I accepted. I smelled something recently baked and buttery. He seemed to be a man after my own heart.

I tried to be casual as we sat on the couch and chatted about our jobs, mushrooms and various other things.

But one glass of wine in, I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips.

“Everything OK?” he asked.

“Sorry? What? Yes!” I stammered.

“You’re staring. Do I have something on my face?” He asked touching his mouth.

“Just your lips.” I laughed at myself.

“That’s a good place for them, I think.”

I moved toward him purposefully and asked, “Can I?”

Matt didn’t answer with words, but he knew what I was angling at. He hooked an arm around my waist and tugged me toward him. I felt my breasts press against his chest, and he kissed me. My nipples spiked, and my pussy was molten. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I wanted him to take my clothes off, bend me over, slide his cock into me and fuck me with everything he had.

As our lip-lock intensified, I tangled my tongue with Matt’s. I bit his lower lip, and he hissed. I pressed my hand to his cock — which was hard and long — and felt it twitch against the flat of my palm.

Matt slid his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt. He pushed his hands up under the fabric, raking his fingertips against my skin.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured in my ear.

“Hot, actually,” I told him. “And horny.”

He pushed his hands up and cupped my breasts. His fingers worked over my nipples, pinching and stroking them. The sensation spiraled through my center and pooled in my cunt.

I kissed him eagerly as his hands roamed my body. They paused momentarily to open my fly before sliding inside my jeans. It was a snug fit, but he managed to stroke my clit, and I hummed at the sensation. His finger dipped inside me, thrusting relentlessly.

“Keep doing that. Keep doing that,” I encouraged with a breathy voice.

He kept doing “that,” jamming his fingers inside my pussy. His thumb pressed down on my sensitive clit. His face appeared amused and intent as he observed me.

“I’m so close to coming,” I admitted.

“Happy to help,” he teased.

Matt continued finger-fucking me and manipulating my clit. My pussy quivered around his digits, and I sighed.

Then he pulled his fingers free, and I gasped.

“Hold on. Just let me…” His voice trailed off as he grabbed the waistband of my jeans.

I shot my hips up off the couch cushion to let him take off my pants. When he got them down and off all the way, he took a moment to admire the fact that I wore no underwear.

Then he yanked off my top, and there I was, sprawled out on his sofa in all my naked, horny glory.

“Now, what was I about to do?” he pondered aloud. He pushed two thick fingers back into my pussy. His gaze never broke from mine, and somehow that was the hottest part of the whole exchange.

Matt pumped his fingers inside me until I was right there — right where he wanted me with my pussy juicy and swollen with desire.

He put his mouth on my cunt — as soft as a kiss at first — and my whole body jolted. Then he lulled me into a delicious stupor with long, lazy licks to my slit. My fingers curled in his shaggy hair and tugged, hopefully not too hard.

I wasn’t quite in control, but I tried to be.

His licks turned to suckles as he drew on my clit over and over again. The warm, sweet pressure overwhelmed me, and I went rigid as my orgasm hit me hard and fast. My body bucked, my cries rang out, and below it all I could hear his soft chuckle of satisfaction.

I grabbed his face, hauled him up and kissed him.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Put your dick in me.”

My words made his laughter die on his lips. Suddenly, he looked intent and eager as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them slide down.

Ready and oh-so-willing, I spread my legs, begging him with my body. I wanted Matt to see how wet and juicy I was. How slick and eager I was to take his dick.

Transfixed by the sight of me, he pushed down his boxer briefs and tore off his tee, then he stood before me naked with a gloriously hard cock.

Then he was on me, pressed between my legs and sliding the head of his dick along my slippery slit. He nudged the tip inside me, and when I muttered an appreciative curse, he took the plunge, driving into me.

I caught my breath, gripped his broad shoulders and moved my hips up to take the entire length of him. I felt every inch of his cock push into the velvet recesses of my cunt.

I hooked my hands beneath my knees, pulling my legs up higher and opening myself to him. I thrust upward every time he drove into me. Our bodies slapped together, and my mind swam dizzily at the sound. He pinned my arms above my head, and I wrapped my legs around his middle. We moved together as if we’d fucked a million times before. It was as if we could read one another, and we created an intoxicating union of bodies.

“Come for me,” he said. He laid a kiss on my mouth, his hefty body pressing me into the sofa.

I squeezed my pussy around his driving cock, and he groaned.

“I want you to come,” he said. “And then I want you to come again.”

“So generous,” I replied. “I’ve already come once.”

“I’m a giving kind of guy,” he quipped.

I stopped joking then because everything felt too good. Every time he slid into me, his pelvis slapped my thrumming clit. I was already sensitive from his mouth on me. So every brush of his skin against mine increased my dizziness.

I was close to climaxing, and Matt seemed to sense it. His fingers tightened on my wrists as he held me still, moving into me and watching my face.

I chanted “yes” repeatedly, like a chick in a bad porn movie, as the force of my orgasm overwhelmed me.

Matt slowed his rhythm, loosening his grip on my wrists. He fucked me until the last tiny spasm passed, and then I went still.

After I’d caught my breath, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him. He went back with a surprised “oomph!”

I laughed, crawling along the length of his toned, tanned body. I took his cock in hand and worked it at my leisure, stroking it fast and then slow. I swept my thumb across the sticky tip, then squeezed him so heartily he gasped.

I licked him. Just once. Then I worked my fist up and down his length.

I licked him again and repeated the whole thing.

I did that over and over until he lost his reserve, put his hand on the back of my head, pressed gently and drove up from beneath me. He filled my mouth with his big cock. I inhaled through my nose, relaxed and let him work back into my throat a little.

I trailed my fingers over his sac, giving it a gentle squeeze as I sucked his cock. I pulled him out of my mouth and licked my way down to his perineum. I gave it a swirl and then took his balls into my mouth one at a time, sucking softly, drawing on them the way he’d drawn on my clit.

“Fuck!” he growled.

I went back to sucking his dick and stroking his shaft as I worked.

I did it as slowly as I could stand. I rested my hands on his thighs with my fingers curled just enough that my fingernails bit into his flesh.

Matt grabbed the back of my head and thrust into my mouth. I went with it, letting him feverishly fuck my face. When I pulled back, he gasped.

I licked just the tip of his cock, tasting the salty-sweet tang of his pre-come.

“Lay back,” I said.

He obeyed but kept his eyes on me. I licked my way up his dick and over his belly up to his chest, watching his muscles quiver and dance. I kissed him vigorously, and he grabbed my shoulder to anchor me as he kissed me back.

I straddled him, letting his dick press against my hot, wet pussy. But I didn’t slide him inside me. Instead, I rocked against his straining member while kissing him.

As my arousal flared, I was surprised the act felt so good. I’d never really taken the time to pleasure myself that way, and it was lovely.

Matt grabbed my hips and held me flush, moving against me as I humped him.

“I take it that’s nice,” he said.

“Nice. Very nice,” I replied, nodding. I held him and moved my hips from side to side as my pleasure built.

I shut my eyes, mesmerized by the intensity of it all. When I could hardly stand the sensations any longer, I sat back and slid his cock along my slit and over my thrumming clit.

It was so sensitive, I hissed.

He grabbed hold of his length and then ran his cockhead over my clit again.

I jumped.

“What’s the matter?” he teased.

I sighed. He did it again, and I shivered.

“Is that sensitive?” he asked.

“You know it is.”

My revenge was to push myself down onto the head of his cock, so he’d release himself and let me finish the job.

When he was deep inside me I stilled, simply letting him fill me. He was so thick and stretched me perfectly.

Finally, my resolve broke as he stroked my nipples and gave them a little pinch. I needed to move. I needed to come, and I wanted him to come, too. I told him so, and he hummed in agreement.

“Shoot all over my back,” I told him. “Paint me with your load. Make me messy.”

His hum turned to a groan. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“You like that?” he asked.

“I fucking love it. It’s filthy and wonderful and turns me on.”

“I can do that,” he said.

I started to move in earnest then, riding his hard cock. My breasts bounced, and he reached up to cup them. Drenched from my arousal, I raised myself and slammed myself down repeatedly on his spike.

When I thought I’d cry from being so close to coming, I stayed pressed against him, riding him vigorously. Every rocking motion rubbed his pelvic bone against my clit.

The friction was deliriously good. I let my head fall back and gave myself over to my quest. I was so close, so very close. I shut my eyes and focused on my pleasure and my need.

He pinched my nipples again, and that sweet little burst of pain did me in. I came, with my head tilted back as I cried out.

My pussy spasmed, gripping and working him. I sang out sounds of pleasure but ordered: “Don’t come yet — not yet — come on me. Come on me.”

He snarled lustfully, and my nipples spiked hard as the skin on my arms broke out in goose bumps.

He moved me off of him and flipped me to my belly easily. I grabbed a sofa cushion to ground myself and raised my ass in the air.

His hands grabbed my hips possessively, and he slid his cock inside me with ease. His fingers dug into the meat of my thighs. He pumped into me, his rhythm fast and eager.

I slammed back to take him, wanting him to climax, too. I wanted him to feel as good as he’d made me feel.

“I’m going to come,” he panted. He squeezed my hips, pounding me furiously. “I’m coming!” he barked.

His whole body went tense, and he pulled free of me. I heard him groan long and hard and then felt the hot splash of his load on my back. I wiggled my ass to show him how much I was into it, and that earned me another groan.

I took a moment to relax, panting. And he did, too.

He smoothed his hand across my ass and said, “I’ll get you a towel.”

I sat back on my haunches continuing to catch my breath. He brought me a towel and helped me clean up.

My eye caught my laptop bag, and I said, “I guess I should actually see if I can connect to your Wi-Fi. I have an important work email to send.”

“That is why you came,” he said.

“Well, I’d say I’ve already made a real connection.”