With one arm thrown across the back of the seat, you back the truck out of the drive, then putting it in gear you take off.  The arm remains across the seat though and your fingers gently caress my neck, playing with my hair where it dangles against them. I slip in under your arm, close to you and snuggle in for the drive. Pretty soon the city is a fading dream behind us and the gently rolling hills of the countryside flow by outside the window. The radio is playing softly, the songs rolling by like the hills; first smoky blues, then mellow jazz, the tribal undercurrents of the guitars and saxophones keeping pace with the excitement in my body. Finally, we turn onto a narrow road, rutted and bouncy, at the end of which lies our paradise. Here at last! Backing the truck in under a tree, we get out and just stand for a moment ooking at the slow lazy river flowing past. A trout breaks the water and grinning, I tell you that there goes our dinner. We turn to begin the unpacking.  When the tent is up and the other stuff is stashed, we decide to wet a few hooks.

Standing on the bank, you cast your line. Ah! a perfect landing. I sit and watch your long rangy body play the rod, wriggling the bait. Poor fish, they never had a chance. I find my eyes traveling the length of your body, coveting every detail, your tight butt encased in those wonderful 501's and I think back to all the times we have loved. I think of all the times I have felt you in me, the feel of the cheeks of your ass as you plunge your cock into me, contracting and relaxing beneath my hands. I feel my pussy respond at the thought and grow wet in anticipation of later. Leaning back I begin to stroke my breasts and slid my hand down into the top of my jeans. You fish on, totally unaware of my fantasies. Turning you start to say something. Oops! caught! Grinning lazily, you toss the rod to the bank and come over and stretch out in the grass next to me and pulling me close, you tell me to let you do it for me.  The fish can wait. I lay back and feel your hands move over my body, little tugs as you unbutton first one, then the next and the next button of my shirt. Slipping it back over my shoulders, you expose my breasts. The wind is warm and gentle as it caresses my skin and I can't tell where your hands end and the wind begins. Arching my back, I moan and offer my breasts up as sacrifice to your touch. Looking down, I can see your hard cock straining at the fabric of your jeans, a small damp spot growing where the first few drops of your juice have leaked from the head. Reaching down, I pull at the buttons of your jeans. They pop free. Then your cock springs free, turgid and hungry. Urging me to lay back, you get up and slide your jeans off and then strip your shirt from your body. I lay there and marvel at your beauty. Your body makes me so hungry. And I know this hunger is the kind that, partaking of nourishment, finds only more hunger. Dropping to your knees, you pull my jeans from my hips, and the wind ruffles the hair on my cunt. Gently spreading my legs, you lean down and bury your face against my pussy. My hips rise to your mouth and my legs spread to allow you better access. You gasp and slip your hands under my hips, then lifting them to your mouth, you drink. You nip and suck on my cunt and clit till I am crying out, begging for release. Pulling back, you slip two fingers into my twat. Wet and hot, it frantically grasps at these wonderful intruders. Your cock is throbbing and you want in me and as I begin to stroke against your fingers, you realize I am much closer to orgasm than you had at first thought. Knowing there is plenty of time for slow sweet loving later, you pull your hand from between my legs and grabbing my hips, roll me over. Kneeling behind me, you begin to rub the head of your cock against my cunt. I push back, moaning, trying to get you in me. But you pull back, teasing, and your fingers seek my clit again. As I begin to writhe against your hand, you press the head of your hard penis against my ass. Gasping I tense, then as your fingers start their slow massaging of my clit again, I relax and your rod slides in. Deeply it buries itself into my ass which is tight and hot. I throb around your cock, clenching and grasping you to pull you in deeper. My voice is ragged and I call for you to fuck me. I am cuming, so fast and so hard. You stroke, faster and  deeper until finally feeling me tense beneath you and begin to come,you spill your load into my hot little ass. As I feel your cock throb with each pulse, I begin my own release, screaming and fucking you, wave after wave of passion wracks my body. You can feel my pussy contractions through the fine skin in my ass and they milk you, drawing the very last few drops of cum from your balls. Finally panting with exhaustion, we collapse; your body on top of mine, your cock slithering from my ass to lie spent against the cheeks of my butt. As sanity returns and our breathing becomes normal and measured, the sounds of the woods begin to gently break into our awareness and we realize that there is still dinner to be caught and cooked. And a long weekend of loving yet to be enjoyed.
 

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