A memorable tryst inspires a woman to rediscover her impulsive nature and take on a new erotic adventure with a handsome hunk.

Some of the most strange and wonderful moments from my life I remember in vivid detail, and I find it especially delightfully when those memories are sparked by some unexpected stimulus.

That’s what happened to me on a recent clear, crisp spring day up in the mountains. I’d been driving east to attend a conference in a neighboring city. I’d wanted to clear my head of all the background buzz of life and figured some refreshing air would do the trick. So I pulled off onto a little roadside lookout, one of those sites that offered a soaring view down the mountainside to the piney green valleys below.

I got out and stepped up to the rail. Breathing deeply, I tasted the renewing life of springtime. It’s always been my favorite season.

But the fragrant breeze awoke something unexpected in me. It was a memory I’d not entirely forgotten, but suddenly it flashed into my mind with deliberate force and incredible detail.

Danny. Oh God, yes, Danny.

He and I had hooked up only four years ago, but it somehow felt like another lifetime. Maybe it was because I’d been so focused on kick-starting my career, which had consumed so much of my time and attention.

But my fling with Danny had been before my working years, when I was freer and admittedly wilder.

At the time, I’d been a senior in college, wrapping up my final courses. Danny, too, had been closing in on a business degree. We’d both been working hard, both stressed. For weeks we’d been flirting, but nothing had come of it — mostly because we were pouring so much energy into our studies.

But I still had some fire in me. Back then, I was prone to being impulsive.

One day, I pulled Danny aside. He was a good-looking dude with a swimmer’s body and a bright grin — when he remembered to smile.

“Look, I’m tired of playing games,” I said to him. “I think you’re hot, and you feel the same about me. Right?”

He appeared uncertain, seemingly startled by my boldness. But he immediately recovered and responded, “Right.”

“Good. Let’s do something about it. This weekend. We drive up to the mountains. We remind ourselves it’s spring, and we make the most of it.”

It felt good to be so forthright.

Having one of those moments where he remembered to smile, Danny agreed. Days later, we packed up, left school behind and picked the perfect campsite. There, we pitched a tent and stood in the quiet of nature. I recalled experiencing the now-poignant seasonal scent everywhere, so fresh, so alive. Miraculously, we had the campgrounds to ourselves.

For two people who’d never even made out before, it was quite the situation to be in. With that thought in mind, I took Danny’s hand. He gazed warmly at me, then we leaned toward each other and softly kissed.

At first, our smooching was almost chaste. Then our smoldering desire flared intensely, and we pressed our mouths tightly together in an incendiary lip-lock. Danny pulled me into his arms as our lips parted and our tongues met. All the flirtatious energy we’d previously expended on each other came out in a needy rush of physicality.

I jammed my body against his, feeling the gratifying swelling of his cock. I rubbed myself shamelessly against his bulge, and his arms were strong around me. Our tongues tangled furiously as our passion increased.

Excitement flared bright within me. I’d been too focused on my textbooks, too deep in my studying. It felt good to break free, and Danny seemed to agree. We were so young, bursting with life, and our physical demands were competing with our sensible life goals. We had promising futures ahead of us. But during that lovely moment on our private mountaintop, we addressed our immediate needs.

We started tugging and yanking at each other’s clothes. I wanted him naked, and he wanted me in the same state. We worked as one, pushing jackets off shoulders, flinging off shirts to bare torsos, then tearing at belts and zippers until we were both kicking away our jeans.

There we stood, exposed to the refreshing air. Danny’s cock stood out straight and furiously erect, and my pussy was streaming.

Obviously, we could have gone into the tent. I mean, it was just a few yards away and would have provided perfect cover for what was plainly going to happen.

But something about the open air mesmerized us. I saw a gleam of adventure in Danny’s eyes and felt that same spirit within myself. That wild moment was such a dramatic break from our previous diligent, scholarly haze.

We were free, ready to cut loose and explore our desires.

We lay down together on the ground, where a bed of new green grass awaited. I felt the cool blades on my bare skin. But I was lit from within, passion giving my body all the warmth it needed.

Danny and I rolled back and forth, among our discarded clothing. I wanted to touch and taste every part of him. It was a lust beyond anything I could remember experiencing before. Not that I’d been celibate during my time at school — hardly! But somehow my clumsy grapplings had never quite reached the same intense level of lustful yearning.

I grabbed hold of his cock. He unceremoniously jammed two fingers into my sopping cunt, driving them in to their base and wriggling them around. I thrashed and quaked as his thumb toyed with my clit. I held on to his veiny shaft for dear life as my excitement overwhelmed me with immediate and unexpected force.

I came in seconds, moaning loudly. The sounds of my release echoed through the surrounding treetops. I was almost embarrassed by my hair-trigger response. But Danny grinned with satisfaction, pulling out his damp fingers to gaze at them like they had magical powers

Right about then, I decided I had to have him in my mouth. We wrestled about a little until I found myself spread atop him, reversed, with his cock rearing up temptingly before my face.

My pulsing pussy hovered over his mouth, and he closed his hands over my ass and drew me down onto his face. Upon feeling the sweet touch of his tongue, I brought my lips to his cockhead. I licked his shaft like I was putting a coat of polish on it, catching the first dewdrop of his pre-come with my tongue and sucking it right down.

Danny eagerly licked the length of my groove. His warm breath coursed over my crotch, sending wonderful shivers radiating outward from my pussy. His tongue delved past my lips, probing and exploring as my pleasure mounted.

Meanwhile, I parted my lips and took his shaft into my mouth, savoring his manly flavor. I bobbed my head, eventually plunging down deep enough for his knob to enter my throat. With my nose buried in his wiry curls, I greedily inhaled his scent.

As I started sliding my mouth up and down on him, he homed in on my swollen clit. Once again his touch was like magic. I writhed wildly as his tongue swiped busily at my bud. I increased my sucking tempo, bobbing my head frantically and moaning loudly to let him know how good it all felt.

My climax tore through me, and my juices flowed into his open mouth. I kept blowing him, ready to drink his load.

But Danny showed superhuman restraint and pushed me away from his cock. He spread me on the ground and got on top, driving his spit-slickened dick deep into my dripping hole.

My world was a blur after that, even though I later remembered the details. The wonderful sexual ecstasy, which only grew and grew, gave the memory a lovely gossamer layer, so even the sharpest, harshest joys became an ethereal spectacle.

It was, simply, the best fuck I’d ever had. I recalled feeling each jet of Danny’s come erupting in my pussy. I remembered vividly digging my nails into his shoulders and crying out with bliss. Later, when we finally did make it into the tent, there was more pleasure to follow. But our time together felt like a single event, one that consumed the two of us and restored a sense of balance for overstressed me.

Looking back, I wondered when that balance had disappeared from my life.

I gazed almost unseeing at the amazing vista below. These weren’t the mountains where Danny and I’d had our fling. But the elevation was about the same, and the bracing air brought back all the sensual details.

Behind me I heard an engine, and a car soon swung into the lookout. I watched a man step out alone, stretching as if he’d been behind the wheel a long while. I couldn’t help noting his toned physique and the carefree smile he wore — not unlike Danny’s.

He came to the rail, not right up next to me but near enough to nod politely to a stranger. I returned the gesture.

On impulse I said, “Quite a view, isn’t it?”

“Gorgeous. Reminds me of a backpacking trip I took with an old girlfriend, where we — Oh!” He seemed to catch himself just before saying something inappropriate. “Um, never mind,” he finished, appearing slightly mortified.

Suddenly, I was desperately curious about that trip of his, what it meant to him and what he and his girl had done that was obviously so memorable. But I yanked myself back to the moment at hand. A reality that consisted of me and a handsome stranger on a rocky shelf above a soaring panorama.

Feeling my face flush, I licked my lips and moved closer to the hunk.

“My name’s Gena.”

Smiling, he responded, “Mitch.”

“Mitch, would you like to join me in the backseat of my car for some sexy fun?”

I almost couldn’t believe I’d uttered those words. Mitch’s nicely molded face froze for a moment, and I almost turned and bolted. But a grin lit up his features and fired me up.

I’d snared my man.

I led Mitch to my car, opening a back door and climbing in. He followed, shutting it behind us.

The space was close, but the seat looked roomy enough. Some detached part of myself watched what I was doing, stunned and astounded by my impulsiveness. Clearly, the girl who’d taken Danny to the mountains was still alive somewhere inside me — and she was one horny bitch!

I took hold of the front of Mitch’s jacket, pulled him to me and pressed my mouth onto his. He responded after half a heartbeat, kissing me back with ardor. Our lips melted together, slowly parting. My tongue met his, and they tangled lusciously.

Mitch pulled me into his arms, and I liked the wiry strength of him. I wondered who he really was, where he was going and what thoughts he’d had when he’d innocently pulled into the lookout. Then those curiosities went spiraling out of my head as a hot hunger overcame me.

Boldly, I put my hand on his crotch and felt the promising bulge of his cock. He moaned into my mouth, his tongue still dueling with mine. I rubbed him through his jeans, feeling the heat of him against my palm.

With a grunt, he reached beneath my coat for my tits. He squeezed one, then the other, awakening both nipples, which stood out stiffly. He plucked at them through the fabric of my top.

But I needed more than a makeout session. We had to get the hell out of our clothes — immediately.

I sat back, shrugged off my coat and pulled my top off over my head, reaching behind to swiftly unsnap my bra. Mitch stared at my tits as he shucked off his jacket and shirt.

There wasn’t quite enough room for both of us to get out of our pants at the same time. But we were so eager we tripped ourselves up for several moments, erupting in nervous laughter before we were able to finally accomplish our mutual goal.

Mitch sat there on the backseat — naked with his cock blazingly erect. His body was a prime example of masculine beauty, and his eyes admired me with blatant lust.

We lunged at each other simultaneously. I found myself giving way to his greater strength, slipping onto my back as he settled on top of me. His bare body felt so good against mine.

Our mouths met again in a ferocious kiss, and his cock throbbed against my thigh. Then he moved down my body, pausing to suckle my tits. When he nibbled at my sensitive nipples, I squealed with joy. But he moved on again, and I threw one leg against the seat back and dropped the other to the floor, trying to make the best of our cramped quarters. It wasn’t easy.

Mitch put his head between my legs, and his exhalations tickled my damp outer lips. I had a good view of his unfurling tongue just before he swiped it along my slit. Pleasure jumped up my body like hot sparks as my hips jerked on the leather seat.

His tongue went right for my clit, and a fresh wave of joy hit me. I dug my fingers into his hunched shoulders and humped hard against his face. He continued to coax my love bud, driving me on and on until bliss overtook me.

After he came up for air, I maneuvered him onto his back and quickly huddled between his legs. His lovely cock stood before my face. I gently cupped his balls and dropped my mouth onto his shaft.

His texture and taste sent me into a delirium. His erection seemed the perfect shape to me, a conglomerate of every fantasy and memory I’d saved.

Summoning all my cocksucking talent, I swallowed him completely, without a flicker of protest from my gag reflex. He hummed contently, which was gratifying.

I set about blowing him, my head bobbing at a steady rhythm. My slurping mouth stayed sealed around him, though some spit ran out of the corners of my lips. I took him down to the hilt with every plunge. He groaned louder, his balls tightening in my hand as his muscled legs tensed around my shoulders.

As much as I would have liked swallowing his come, I really wanted to feel him pounding my pussy. I pulled my mouth away, and we reversed positions yet again. I lay down on the cradle of the backseat and parted my legs.

I noticed we’d fogged the windows. In my mind, I pictured the glorious vista still waiting beyond the artificial frost. In that car, my lover and I were celebrating the season of renewal. We were welcoming it back after a lengthy and dreary absence.

As Mitch took his place on top of me, it also occurred to me that despite the glazed windows we were quite exposed. If another vehicle pulled into the lookout, its driver could deduce what was going on inside my car. For all we knew, a state trooper might knock on the glass at any moment!

Somehow that danger added to the wonderful wildness of the episode for me. I liked that I was taking a risk. The gamble was worth it for the thrill, for the unbridled feeling that was lifting me out of the rut I was only scarcely aware I’d been in.

Mitch’s stiff cock hovered at the entrance of my pussy for a moment, as if he was soaking in the incredible moment. I was certain my memories of this encounter would rival my recollections of Danny.

Finally, Mitch drove himself into my sloppy-wet pussy, bottoming out and penetrating me to my core. I gasped with pleasure, reaching for his shoulders again. His rhythmic, undulating movements ramped up. Through half-lidded eyes, I observed the smooth mechanics of his body in motion.

Hungry for more, I met his thrusts, lifting my ass to take him as deep as possible. Carnal delight flooded my body. I was beyond aroused, feeling as if I was in a state I almost didn’t recognize, one of complete sensitivity and reception. My body — my being — was utterly alive.

Mitch fucked me harder and faster, and the sounds of our flesh smacking together punctuated the air. He plowed me with a ceaseless energy, and I felt I deserved every iota of my mounting pleasure. I’d endured a stultifying winter and had earned a riotous sexual spring.

And to think I experienced these wonders in the backseat of my car!

A cry built in Mitch’s throat, a low grumble that increased in volume and urgency. I saw his face twisting and contorting as pleasure rocked his body. He fucked me vigorously, utterly losing control. He was completely unhinged, and that thrilled me.

We were past all strictures. Nothing would hold us back.

Our climaxes were rapturous and mutual. I quaked from the inside out with my limbs writhing and my hips bucking. A passion-drenched moan passed my lips, declaring my ecstasy for all to hear.

Mitch matched my exclamation with a guttural cry of his own. His hips jerked wildly as he spewed hot jizz deep inside me until finally he collapsed.

Eventually, inevitably, we had to disentangle and dress. The car’s interior smelled like sex. We stepped outside and stood for a long moment at the railing, appreciating the view.

Then Mitch said goodbye, got in his vehicle and drove away. I was fine with that. I was glad to take my pleasure and move on.

I gazed at the scene for a moment longer, feeling content and reinvigorated.

I have to say Danny remains my most unforgettable lay. But Mitch sure came in a close second!