Into The Woods

By Unknown

The story that follows was written by someone who read my stories in alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to write something in response. It really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of stories.

In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total anonymity, so if you have comments, you'll have to send them to me.

NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at suenh@kear.tdsnet.com... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life!

I've enjoyed reading Sue's stories so I took up her challenge to create some fantasies of my own involving her. I'm new at this, so we'll see how it works out. I'd appreciate any feedback Sue (or anyone else) can provide. It's a little bit talky in the beginning as I set the scene, but I hope the sex is hot enough to make up for it!

The weather this fall has been beautiful, and things have been stressful at work. I had a completely free weekend, so I decided to take off and go hiking in the hills about two hours from home. Just a chance to escape all the little hassles of everyday life: the phone calls, the faxes, the memos. Away from it all, just enjoying the outdoors and the beautiful scenery.

On Saturday morning I drive in tandem with a friend out to where I would end my trip, and drop off my car. Then my friend drives me to where I would start my hike. I grab my gear, thank him, and start off from the trailhead. By now it's about 11 AM, and a beautiful day. It had been cool and crisp early in the morning, but now it has warmed up nicely to about 65 degrees. I take off my sweater and continue down the trail, admiring the beautiful fall leaves.

At about one I realize that I'm quite hungry. I hike on for about ten minutes, then come to a rock where I can sit and enjoy my lunch. It's nothing fancy: a tuna sandwich, a nice fresh apple, and some spring water. But in the fresh air, hungry from hiking, it's probably the best tuna sandwich I've ever had.

As I'm finishing off the last of my water, I hear rustling down the trail. Somebody is hiking up from the north, where I just came from. I'm kind of disappointed. I had hoped to have the weekend all to myself, alone in these wonderful hills. Maybe whoever it is will simply nod, say hello, and continue on. But then the person stops, still about 20 yards away from me. I look around, and then understand. There is a group of a dozen deer, about 15 yards away from the trail. They apparently haven't noticed either of us. For about three minutes we both stand still, watching the animals. Then something startles them. Maybe the wind has changed direction, and they've picked up our scent. Whatever it is, the deer run away, gracefully jumping over fallen trees.

As I pick up the remnants of my lunch, the movement starts up again. The hiker comes closer, and I receive a pleasant surprise. It's a woman, and an attractive woman too. Maybe having some company on my hike wouldn't be such a bad things after all.

"Hi. Boy, wasn't that something? I've hiked here a few times before, but that's the first time I've seen a whole herd of deer like that."

For a moment, I'm too stunned to reply. This is perhaps the healthiest looking woman I've ever seen. She's a blonde, tall and thin. But what's most impressive is the energy she exudes. Her cheeks are red from the hiking, and she has a barely noticeable sheen from her perspiration. She looks like she's spent her entire life outdoors, hiking all over the world. She's wearing jeans, a light sweater, hiking boots and a black wool baseball cap with her hair sticking out back in a ponytail. Her clothes look so natural on her it's as if she were born in them.

"Oh, hi." Real smooth. "Yeah, that was nice. I've seen deer out here before, but never that many."

"Oh," she asks, "are you a big hiker?"

"Not as much as I'd like. Work keeps me too busy. But I came here to get away from work, so let's not talk about that. I'm Dave, by the way."

"Hi Dave, I'm Sue. Nice to meet you." And we shake hands. She has a firm grip, but it's still feminine. "Do you mind some company while you hike?"

"That would be great."

We hike a long for a couple of miles, talking the whole way. Sue has a terrific sense of humor, and when she laughs, there's a sparkle in her blue eyes. It sounds corny, but there is definitely something there.

"So Dave, what do you do?"

"Remember, I'm trying to forget my job. So let's not even think about that. You tell me, Sue, if you could have any job in the world, what would you do?"

"I'd be a writer."

"I can see that. Let me see, what kind of writer would you be....I picture you writing novels about strong women, overcoming adversity. Like Toni Morrison."

Sue laughs. "Well, I do write about strong women, but not quite in that way."

"Wait, so you really are a writer?"

"It's just a hobby. I write stories and post them on the Internet. Erotic stories."

"Erotic stories?"

"Yes, stories about men...and women...and sex." She says it so matter-of factly.

"Wait....Are you that Sue? 'Guess Who's Coming at Dinner' Sue? 'Slippery When Wet'?"

"That's me."

I can't believe it's actually you, that I've met you hiking in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, away from all of civilization.

"I read your stories all the time. It's by far the best stuff on alt.sex.stories. It's much more authentic than the drivel that's usually posted. It's sexy, it's real, and most of all it's fun."

"Well it's nice to actually meet one of my readers. I get lots of e-mail, but that's so impersonal."

"It's always a highlight in my day when one of your stories shows up on a.s.s."

"So which one is your favorite?"

"'Louvre Love.' First of all, Paris is my favorite city. So that got my hooked right there. And then the sex....It's so passionate. You seem like a woman who really enjoys making love."

And then I blush. You look at me, and I blush even more, if that's possible.

"What is it Dave?" You're trying to keep a straight face, but then you start to giggle.

"It's just that I don't even know you, and here I am, talking with you about sex, and you having sex, and..." I stop, embarrassed.

"Dave, you're exactly right. I do enjoy making love. And there's nothing wrong with that. I also enjoy writing about sex, too. And knowing that you enjoy my work means a lot to me. That's why I write, so I can share my fantasies with others, and they can enjoy them too. This is a perfect opportunity. Why don't you tell me what you like and dislike about my stories, so I can make them more appealing."

So as we hike along on this beautiful fall Saturday, we talk about sex, life, and the Internet. You want to know my opinions on all sorts of issues. Group sex. Oral sex. Bisexuality. Sex toys. Masturbation. I hardly know you, but here I am, discussing my most private feelings with you, rather comfortably.

All this talk is having an effect on me. Hearing you, this beautiful woman, talk so openly about all these things we keep hidden even from our closest friends has aroused me. For the last mile, my penis has been constantly erect. But at least it's not just me. I can see your erect nipples through your red sweater.

"So what do you think my next story should be about Dave?" you ask. "After 'The Cocktail Table,' I'm thinking of going back to some exotic locale. I've already done Paris and the Caribbean. I know. I'll write an outdoors story. 'Sue: Into the Woods.' How does that sound?"

"That has promise. What's it going to be about?"

"I don't know." You become quiet for a moment, thinking. Then you turn to me. "Why don't we write this story right here?"

You grab my hand and pull me off to the side of the trail. You undo the buckle on the hipbelt of my backpack, then move your hand down to the fly of my jeans.

"Do you want to unleash my creative energy?" you whisper.

I quickly take off my backpack and help you get yours off your back. The woods are deserted; neither of us has seen another person today. You grab me and pull me toward you, then reach up to kiss me. It feels wonderful. All of your energy seems contained in that kiss. I play with your hair, then move my hands up and down your back. I grab your ass cheeks, squeezing them through your jeans. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Meanwhile, you have your hands inside my shirt, playing with my nipples. Between the cool weather and your fingers, they're as erect as they can be. You bend your head down and take my right nipple in your mouth. First you lick it with your tongue, then suck on it. It feels fantastic. You then do the same with the left, as I continue to squeeze your wonderfully firm ass.

I move my hands from your butt and place them under your sweater. My guess is correct; you are not wearing a shirt or bra. I place a hand over each of your tits. They are each a perfect handful, firm and not too big. I massage your breasts. Then I concentrate on your nipples, feeling them become firmer between my fingers. Your breathing becomes heavier. You throw your arms around my waist and we kiss as I continue to massage your breasts.

I lift your sweater above your head and take your right nipple in my mouth. It is quite erect in my mouth as I suck on it. I can tell by your breathing that you are enjoying this. After a few minutes I switch my mouth to your other breast, continuing to massage the first as I suck on the second. Your nipples are wonderfully sensitive, and you hold my mouth to your chest.

After I'm sure your nipples have had enough, I kneel on the ground and slowly kiss my way down your stomach. I look up at you, questioningly, and you eagerly nod your head yes. But first we have to rearrange ourselves, or we'll both end up falling over onto the ground. I look around, and spot an appropriate tree. I take your hand and lead you over there.

"First, let's get these jeans off of you," I say. It takes a little bit of time: damn hiking boots! But then you stand before me in just your multi-colored panties and sweater, standing on your jeans so your bare feet don't get too cold. As you lean back against the tree, I kneel in front of you. I resume kissing your stomach, and rub your ass. Then I go lower, moving my tongue up and down the inside of your thighs. I suck on your muscular calves, and cover your feet with tiny kisses. You are shuddering at this point. Finally, I decide to take mercy on you, so I pull down your panties and place my mouth directly on your pussy.

By this time, you are very wet, and your juices taste wonderful. First I place my tongue on your clit, feeling it grow. As I play with it, your legs start to weaken and you have to gain your footing again. I then move my tongue down to the opening of your cunt, fully tasting you. Cunnilingus is perhaps my favorite form of sex, and being here, out in the woods, with you Sue, eating your delectable pussy, is almost too much for me. I use my hands to play with your hard nipples, and you oblige me by removing your sweater. You are now totally nude in the woods, and being eaten alive-but not by mosquitoes!

I move my tongue back to your clit, and place my finger inside your hot cunt. You're so wet that it slides in (and out) quite easily. I look for your G spot: you try to help by giving monosyllabic grunts as I get closer. I find this sensitive spot with my finger, and you respond by grabbing the back of my head and holding it against your cunt. As you move closer and closer to climax, my face becomes covered with your sex nectar, and I love it. Finally you come, and it takes all of your efforts to not fall over. My mouth is full with the taste of your sex. I stand up and kiss you.

"Thanks," you whisper in my ear. "That was fantastic. Can I return the favor?"

"The pleasure was all mine," I respond truthfully. "I'm glad I was able to please you. And whatever you want to do, go ahead."

"Head being the operative word," you respond. "Let's see what we've got to play with."

You quickly put your pants and boots back on, although you keep your sweater off so I can admire your wonderful tits. Then you lean me up against the tree. Kneeling down, you massage my cock through my pants. Then you put your mouth against my erection and blow your warm breath through the crotch of my jeans.

"Let's get these out of the way, OK?" you ask.

I nod my head quickly in agreement. You unzip my jeans and pull them down. Next comes my underwear. Here I am, in a forest, leaning against a tree, with my jeans and underwear around my ankles, and the most sexy and beautiful woman just inches from my erect penis. I have to admit, this was not what I was expecting on my camping trip!

You cup my balls with your hand, playing with them for a moment. Then you plunge your mouth on my cock. It feels so wonderful. Your blowjob technique is excellent. There's lots of variation: slow strokes alternating with faster ones. Occasionally you will stop, pull my dick out of your mouth, and just lick the tip with your tongue. Meanwhile, you use your hand to play with my balls. Once, with my cock fully in your mouth, you look and wink at me. That drives me wild!

At one point you take your mouth off my penis with a loud pop. You look up at me with a look on your face that's hard to describe. It's perhaps a combination of lust and total serenity. "I want to taste you," you say softly.

And you fill your mouth with my penis. You grab my ass cheeks and pull me toward you. You are using your hands on my butt so that it is like I'm fucking your face, but you control the speed. My dick is moving rapidly in and out of your mouth as your hands on my ass control the tempo. About 45 seconds of this is all I can take. I start to moan, and you know my climax is near. You catch the first blast of my semen in your mouth, then let my cock slide out of your mouth. As I continue to come, you rub my firing dick first on your face, then all over your tits. I'm not sure I've ever had a stronger orgasm, and the amount of sperm is enormous. By the time I finish spurting, your face and breasts are covered with my hot come. You look at me with a dazed but happy expression on your face, then use my now softening penis to rub the semen into your cheeks and boobs.

You stand up and we kiss, very hard. I taste my come in your mouth, while you absorb your pussy juices, still on my lips and tongue. We share the tastes of our experience. I play with your nipples, slick from my come. It's incredibly calm here in the woods; the only sounds are the rustling of leaves in the trees, and our heavy breathing, as we kiss and continue to grope each other. This is the ultimate camping trip!

The blowjob and muff-diving was fun, but we realize we still have ground to cover if we're going to complete our hikes on time. So we put our clothes back on, but not before I give your beautiful tits one more quick kiss. We help each other with our backpacks and head down the trial. It's a good thing we're the only ones out here; people who see us might have some embarrassing questions. Your cheeks are shiny from my come, and the front of your sweater is damp from where your rubbed my cream all over your tits. Your nipples are still plainly erect underneath. My cheeks are also slick from your juice, and we both smell heavily of sex.

So we hike on like this, laughing, enjoying each other's company, walking through the woods holding hands. It continues to be a beautiful fall afternoon, and the trees are on fire with brilliant scarlets, oranges, and yellows. It's a wonderful day to be out in the woods, hiking, enjoying the fresh air, particularly after the fun we've just had, eating pussy and sucking cock.

We continue along for another couple of hours or so, but then it starts to get dark. We still have not encountered anyone else during the afternoon. As the sun sets over a hill, we find a good spot to set up camp for the night. There's a wonderful spring nearby for water. We're both quite hungry, from the hiking and the sex, so we quickly get to work on dinner. It's nothing fancy, of course: gourmet camp food is an oxymoron. But the spaghetti tastes fantastic, even if the sauce comes out of one of those little envelopes.

I'm a bit surprised when you pull out the wine; I've never known anybody to bring a bottle on a hiking trip. But there are a lot of surprising things about you. Of course the wine is a burgundy, completely inappropriate for pasta, but how were you to know you'd be having a spaghetti dinner with me tonight? And it tastes wonderful here, in the outdoors. We sit around our campfire, drinking the wine, laughing and enjoying ourselves. I can't remember the last time I felt this carefree and happy. We've finished the bottle of wine, and we're both a little bit buzzed.

"I have to tell you Sue, this weekend has turned out to be quite different from what I expected. Not that I'm complaining."

"I'm glad to hear that. But your weekend's not over yet, Dave. I think it's time for bed."

"Sue, I want to make love to you."

You lean over and kiss me, then whisper in my ear. "Dave, I would love nothing more than that."

It's such a beautiful night that we decide not to bother with the tent. The full moon shines brightly. Luckily our sleeping bags are compatible, so we can zip them together to form one big bag.

We quickly take off our clothes and climb into the sleeping bag. Your warm body feels so good next to mine. Soon our hands are rushing all over each other and we're passionately kissing. Your hands are squeezing my ass, massaging my back. I'm running mine through your hair, and up and down your back. I reach down and grab an ass cheek with each hand. We roll over so I'm on my back and you're lying on top of me. I move my hands from your back to your chest. I cup your perfect breasts in my hands. You arch upwards, and I play with your tits. Then I concentrate on your nipples, rolling them between my fingers, lightly squeezing them. They respond favorably, becoming hard and jutting out from the areolae.

After a few minutes of this, I reach down and grab your ass, and move you forward so your boobs are directly over my head. You get the idea and lean down and place your left breast in my face. I greedily take your nipple between my lips. I massage it with my mouth, sucking and nibbling, while feeling the other with my hand. After a few minutes I move my mouth to your other breast, arousing you even more. You are running your fingers through my hair, whispering "Dave, Dave,..."

When I'm convinced you've had enough nipple stimulation, I again move my hands down to your tight butt and pull you forward. Your eyes light up when you realize what I have in mind.

"This sleeping bag's going to be a little tight," I say. "Do you mind the cold?"

"Are you kidding? Not for this!"

The lust is your voice is inspiring. I zip open the sleeping bag. You sit upright, then place your knees on either side of my head. Your cunt is directly above me. I can see it in all its beauty. Your blonde pubic hair, your beautiful lips, now swollen and purple with arousal, the hood of your clitoris. And I want it, I want to taste it, I want to devour it. I reach up, grab your ass, and pull your pussy down to my face. It tastes wonderful, even better than this afternoon. Your cunt is very hot and wet. You relax, and enjoy the ride..

I stick my tongue up your vagina, then move it to your clit. You start to rub your pussy against my mouth, smearing with your nectar. I maneuver a finger into your pussy, and move it in and out. Then I remove my finger, and use it play with your delicate asshole. This drives you wild, and you move your cunt up and down on my face even faster.

"Oh god, oh god, ohhhh....." and you come. Your entire body spasms. You're shivering from the intensity of your orgasm. For a moment you sit still, and your sex juices continue to run down into my mouth.

You lean down and kiss me. "That was fantastic! And twice in one day!"

"But we're not done yet," I say. "I think it's time for a fuck!"

"You're certainly right about that. I want that hard cock of yours inside my cunt."

You're still on top, so you move your hips down my chest and straddle my crotch. You take my erection in your hand, lean down to give it a quick kiss, and then hold it upright.

"Let's put this fellow where he belongs," you say, and then slowly lower your steaming cunt onto my cock. It's marvelous, and I let out an involuntary moan. You begin to slowly move your hips up and down, working my hard dick deeper and deeper into your pussy. When it's in all the way, you let out a sigh.

You move your cunt up and down on my cock. I lie back and let you do the work, which you appear to be enjoying. I reach up to massage your tits. After a few minutes, you start to move your hips faster, and then start to rub your clit. The moon suddenly breaks out from behind a cloud, and I am treated to a wonderful sight. Here is the world's sexiest woman, on top of me, bouncing up and down on my dick with abandon, playing with herself.

"I'm getting close," I tell you.

You start to play with yourself even more. Your finger is a blur as you rub up and down on your clit. Your breathing is becoming more jagged, as is mine. Finally, we both explode in orgasm. My cock explodes in your pussy, coating the inside with come. Your body is still shaking from your orgasm. You continue to sit on my dick as it becomes softer within your cunt. Finally you roll off of me and we spoon, with me holding you in my arms.

"That was wonderful, lover," you whisper in my ear.

"It was. Thank you Sue, for the weekend of my life."

And we drift off to sleep.