Most of my early twenties had been spent moving from one bad relationship to another with any waste of flesh that managed to wander across my path. Unfortunately, I had allowed myself to gladly suffer the company of fools rather than deal with an endless parade of lonely nights filled with microwave dinners, my cat, and the TV. It had been years since I had been able to open up to a person romantically or emotionally without reservation or fear of the person’s motivations. I longed for someone to care about and with whom I could be completely open. I had found that special person in Sean. Sean was the kind of guy who actually listened and even appeared to be interested in what I had to say.

I met him at a dinner party hosted by a married couple. It was one of those parties where the single people ended up beside each other at the table and likely thrown into awkward conversations during and after the meal. In short, a sink or swim form of matchmaking. This time, fortunately for me, the person who was sitting beside me wasn’t a dud. In fact, he was the complete opposite. He had dark wavy hair that framed his deep blue eyes and both features were the perfect compliments to his fair complexion. After the first few uncomfortably polite pleasantries, such as name, occupation, and the like, we spent the rest of the evening conversing with just ourselves. Before the night was over we had exchanged numbers and agreed to have dinner and to catch a movie sometime soon.

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of romantic dinners and nights on the town. I was quickly becoming more and more comfortable with Sean and I knew we would soon take the next step with the relationship and indulge our physical impulses. So, one evening, as we sat watching some old romantic movie together, entwined in each other’s arms, I worked up the courage to suggest we take a short trip together. Thankfully, he agreed.

It was to be our first weekend away together. The plan was that he would call me on Friday after work to discuss where to go, we would leave early Saturday, and we would be back by supper on Sunday. Being an accountant, I like to know where I am going, when I’ll be back, and how much money I should budget before I put the first article of clothes in the overnight bag. One of the things I found enticing about Sean was his ability to be spontaneous. This part of his personality was attractive yet it always left me worried I would find myself in the middle of nowhere without the comforts of home, on which I had come to depend and cherish.

Instead of calling, Sean had surprised me by showing up at my front door on Friday evening, flowers in hand with an impish grin plastered on his face.

“You’re coming with me.” He extended his hand almost daring me to accept his invitation

“And just why would I want to do a thing like that?” I asked coyly, trying not to let my reservations show on my face and ignoring that annoying little voice in my head. The same stupid little voice that only speaks up when I am about to cut loose and have some much needed fun.

“Because I can make it worth your while in more ways than you can imagine,” he replied gently caressing my hand.

I told my little voice where to go and what to do with itself once it got there and I hopped in his truck, tossing my inhibitions and caution to the four winds. That I had not packed and had no clue of our destination only heightened my anticipation. Besides, we weren’t traveling into the far reaches of the world. I was optimistic that wherever we went there would be someplace that sold a toothbrush and any other needed items left behind in the wake of my wild desire for Sean.



We drove for what seemed like hours in the dark night and as the terrain became more mountainous and rural, I had become very grateful that I had had time to change into a pair of jeans, tee shirt, and my boots before Sean had arrived to persuade me into this adventure. We made the normal small talk expected on road trips, intermittently between singing along with the radio and being enthralled by the passing scenery.

Finally, we turned off onto a dirt road lined with old growth trees and pines. There was nothing to illuminate our path but the headlights on the truck and the moon above but, as if guided by some unseen hand, we made our way to a clearing in the forest. There in the middle of the clearing was a small stone circle for a fire, a picnic basket, and an inviting patch of sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets. I was overcome with emotion at the thought of the preparations Sean had made to pull this off. I also felt an undeniable sense of urgency and excitement to find out what sort of wicked plans he had for the blankets by the fire.

As soon as the truck came to a halt, Sean made his way from the driver’s side to open my door and to extend his hand to mine. He led me to the campsite and placed me on top of the warm blankets where he sat down beside me. He brushed his lips across mine in a manner that hinted at what was to come before turning from me to start the fire.

After the fire began to crackle, Sean reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of wine, Cabernet Sauvignon, my favorite, and prepared our glasses.

“You remembered my favorite. You’ll have to be rewarded for such thoughtfulness,” I said inching closer to him.

“That’s precisely what I was hoping for,” he said pulling me close. “Now about that reward.”

He softly explored my mouth with his tongue. It tasted bittersweet like the wine and I wanted to suck it like a pacifier. He lay me down on the blankets. My tongue sucking had turned us both on and we frantically shed our clothes anxious to feel the sexual friction between our bodies. The campfire wasn’t the only thing burning. The heat between us was intense.

His embrace was intoxicating. His kisses were gentler at first but they grew more aggressive as our desire for each other intensified. His every touch sent searing waves of pleasure across my body in places I was unaware existed before that night. His rough, calloused hands moved with intensity across my fair, smooth skin as my body feverishly responded. I felt my hips move towards him of their own volition while my hands traversed his muscular thighs, clawing at them in an attempt to quell my need. I longed to for his cock to be inside me, satisfying my carnal needs. As he broke from our kiss to pillage my body with his firm, moist lips, I looked up into the velvety black of the night sky, searching for a focus point to keep me grounded but the moon and stars only intensified the sense of otherworldly pleasure. It was as if I was lost in a sensual fairyland from which I did not wish to find my way back.

Sean began to move his mouth down my face softly kissing my throat, dragging his lips and tongue across my collarbone stopping only to place warm, moist kisses on my tingling skin. I released a soft moan, which only inspired his deliciously wicked mouth to travel down my chest to begin meticulously sucking and nibbling at my nipples with an intense hunger as his rough hands heavily massaged and grabbed my hips. Suddenly, Sean parted my legs and plunged inside of me, intent upon finding what we both longed for, no, needed in such an intense and urgent way. His firm, throbbing manhood descended into my cunt, intensifying the burning want of my pussy, as he moved it in and out.

“You’re so warm. Soft.” he moaned.

“Deeper, harder. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Don’t hold back. I can handle all you have to give.” I dug my nails into his buttocks forcing him to lunge further inside of my moist, slippery cavern.

Sean seized my wrists and held them to the ground with one hand while the other grabbed my thigh under my knee thrusting the limb towards my hips to separate my legs further. He ground himself into me.

We moved against each other in a heated rhythm guided by our desires. I ran my hands through his thick dark hair, pulling his head to one side and sinking my teeth into his neck. Sean rammed his dick further into me as if to beat back the need threatening to overwhelm us both. He lunged deeper and deeper as my pussy opened up more and more for him. We explored each other frantically until the release came upon the both of us, threatening to engulf us in it a wave of sensual delight.

The two of us lay there by the glowing fire, seeing more of each other and ourselves on that dark night than we had ever before seen in the unforgiving light of day. Neither of us spoke for fear of breaking the spell of the forest and moonlit night. After some time had passed, as we were lingering in that space between awake and sleep, Sean spoke.

“I love you,” he said in a raspy voice.

“And I love you,” I heard myself reply as I drifted off to slumber.