Stranger In Paradise

...which led to a smile which was reciprocated. Me, NOT looking at my best, dressed in working boots, scruffy, mud-stained jeans, and a padded jacket over a scruffy top. Him, Wellington boots, an overcoat and jeans.

The smile became something more....some indefinable change that communicated what we both wanted. He walked towards me and as he passed me our hands brushed together. We both stopped. He took my hand and led me off the path and into the woodland.

His hands traveled up under my jacket to cup my boobs, and then under my top. I felt him press against me from behind, and even through those layers I felt his hardness grow. He undid my jeans and pulled them and my panties down to my knees. Then he leaned me forward until I could reach out and hold a tree that was in front of me.

I heard his zipper, and then I felt his knees outside mine and his manhood pressing against my hole. Some minor adjustments in position and he was ready to penetrate me. His soft, mellifluous and clearly educated voice asked "Do you consent?" My reply, hoarse and breathless "Yes. Oh, yes".

He pushed and I felt myself opening to accommodate him. MY God but he was huge! Easily the biggest cock I have taken. His entry took me just to the point of pain - exquisite, delectable, white-hot, stinging pain. Yet I found myself pushing back against him, urging him on. And then his rhythm began. Long, firm strokes, almost coming completely out of me, then plunging back inside me, deep, firm, unspeakably gorgeous.

Our auras seemed to meld. In that moment, I felt a man whose sex life at home is unsatisfactory. I saw a wife who 'lets him' once a week. Maybe at Christmas or on his birthday, she might go down on him, but then with a look on her face of utter disgust, I pictured her spitting his seed out.

"May I .... talk?" Note the use of 'may', not 'can'. As I said, educated. "Please do! Whatever you need" Only a slight falter in his rhythm before "I.....I'd like it to be as it was.....when we first met." I knew what he meant. His wife and he were firecrackers to begin with. But familiarity had bread contempt, or perhaps it was the menopause....something. Something had turned her off this elegant, powerful man who is still very much in his prime. I pre-empted his need. "Fuck me! Fuck my wet cunt! Make me scream...." by now we were so attuned that he knew what I was asking.
"Michael."
"Make me scream Michael." Yes, Michael....definitely not a 'Mike'.

His hands found my waist and he really went for it, banging me hard and bringing me to the point of ecstasy.  I straddled my legs knowing he would have to do the same, and I would get to feel his strong muscular thighs outside mine.

What inspired me? I don't know. It could have been disastrous and yet Miss Brain seemed absolutely sure. She grabbed the microphone. "Michael, I.....I fucked another man today. He came inside me." That did the trick. Michael banged me as if his life depended on it. I couldn't see of course, but I heard the smile in his voice. There was a brief chuckle before, "You fucking whore."

Me? I was building up to something big. Something truly immense. I felt a hand move and take up a handful of hair, he pulled not too hard, just enough to cause a little scalp tingle. "I want to make you cum, Sam. I want to make you cum so hard you piss all over my cock." I felt that when the moment came, I wouldn't be in any condition to control my inner workings. What would be would be, although I determined to try and make his wish come true.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, "Oh, Sam... I'm cumming." I felt his cock swell inside me to impossible dimensions and I swear, I felt something hit my cervix, followed by another and another. This was the first time ever I have actually felt a man's ejaculations hit my cervix, and it triggered an immense orgasm so strong I lost the power of sight for a few seconds.

When I regained my composure, I looked down, and found my jeans and panties soaked. Girl cum? Piss? Probably both, given an orgasm like that.

Afterwards, I got to see the weapon that had caused it. It was a good 8" or maybe more, and really fat. The true expression of "thick man-meat". We sat for a while and talked. It turned out Miss Brain had hit the nail on the head. A menopausal wife, and a man with as good of a sexual antennae as I have. But even as we talked I knew there was something else I wanted to do for this man....something I wanted to do for me.

Sinking to my knees, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him to orgasm, and then, slowly, so he could see, I swallowed every last drop.

We parted, and I pulled my soaked underwear and equally soaked jeans up. Walking back home, I felt the familiar sensation of his semen running from me. At least he didn't try to take me up the bum, although if he had, I would have given it a damn good try.

It made me think a lot about men in otherwise loving relationships that stand the test of time. My dad is in the same position. He is married to someone who used to be every bit as adventurous sexually as I am, but once that fucking menopause hit, Mum's sex drive dropped off a cliff, and like many women out there, she cannot tolerate HRT. And here's another man, married, obviously in love with his wife, and yet his sexual needs have been hung out to dry. Oh, it wasn't intentional - not like a story I heard recently of a girl who gave her fiance every possible sexual pleasure - right up to the moment that wedding ring went on her finger and then her legs closed with a bang that could be heard by seismographs on the other side of the world. And she was actually proud of the fact. "I've got him now. He can't do a fucking thing about it." I mean, what a bitch! 

So, a chance encounter in the woods gave me one of the, if not THE best fuck ever. You never know.