My green-eyed love

We had known each other for a long time. A brunette with deep green eyes. She loved it when people looked into them, always smiling. We hadn't seen each other in a while; she was already married, had children. I was always happy to see her; she stirred special feelings in me. I had hardly ever met women who loved sex so intensely. She was ready to give herself to me right there, on a bench, in a café restroom, in a car. The thrill of the moment excited her; she was drawn to experiencing new kinds of intimacy with me.

But at one point, she asked me to disappear again; apparently, she had her reasons, and if following the logic of reason, this connection would have been pleasant

in the short term, but later could only be harmful to both of us. She showed feminine wisdom and took a step back. I respected her wish but couldn't resist and wrote to her again. I could feel how much she wanted it.

We decided to play a little, to add some spice to our sexual pleasure. For that, we needed to find three hours of time and a day, which wasn't easy. But it happened. She trusted me completely and didn't know what would happen the next moment. We drove to a nearby pine forest, went deeper in to reduce the chance of unplanned encounters. She was already wet with excitement; the expression on her face gave away her emotions. I asked her to give me her bag with her things and helped her undress. She was left only in socks and soft fabric moccasins. She was completely naked, but it was warm and comfortable outside. I kissed her, then blindfolded her with something from her clothes.

Finding a small pine tree, I rubbed it with a cloth to remove the bark scales, caring for the breasts and skin of this girl who would later have to face her husband; I didn't want to leave traces of our debauchery on her. I led her to the tree and tied her hands at the wrists, wrapping them around the trunk so she could support herself against it. Then I found a broken thick branch, a bit less than a meter long, and tied it to her ankles. Stepping back a little, I admired my creation: she stood with her legs spread wide, holding onto the tree trunk, blindfolded. Her lips were slightly parted; she was breathing deeply from excitement. I touched her between the legs with my hand—there was a blazing fire; she was hot and slippery from the juices she was secreting. I whispered in her ear that she would have to stay like that for some time; I would leave her, but I'd return in about an hour. She started to protest, but I calmed her down and asked her to trust me.

I returned after 15 minutes, approaching from the other side, having changed my jeans for shorts. I walked toward her slowly, breathing heavily; occasionally, twigs crunched under my feet. She heard me from afar, and I could see her turning her head, trying to figure out if the sounds of my steps were real or if her imagination was painting such a picture. I approached her; she could clearly hear my breathing; I could see her fingers, tightly gripping the tree trunk, turning white. She was silent—what could she say in such a foolish position, regardless of who was behind her? Trusting me, she still hoped it was me continuing our game. I bent down, took a deep breath of her hair's scent, and kissed her neck. She exhaled and relaxed a little, finally calming down, smiling in anticipation of pleasure. erotic stories I stroked the back of my hand along her neck, shoulders, and back. Lowered my fingers to her waist, slipped them inside her. How wet she was; my fingers easily sank into her. At that moment, I touched her leg with my bare, hairy knee. She instantly tensed, instinctively trying to squeeze her legs together, but she couldn't; she was tied up well. I saw a vein throbbing on her neck, how she opened her mouth and started breathing loudly. She realized it wasn't me behind her; it was someone else... I slapped her butt loudly with my hand, and with my other hand, I pressed against her back, pushing her chest into the tree trunk. She squealed!... I instantly covered her mouth with my hand, tilting her head far back, pressing it against my shoulder, while my right hand was already unbuttoning my shorts. Her heart was ready to jump out.

I entered her quickly, practically flew in; she had wanted this for a long time, I understood because she immediately started pushing her butt back, meeting my cock. I released her head; she wasn't going to scream anymore, only moaned, as she loves to do, clearly and loudly. I pounded her mercilessly; she reciprocated, moving to meet me. She came twice in a row like that. Seizing the moment, I smoothly but insistently entered her ass. She was relaxed and ready for it; she wanted it; a prolonged moan escaped her lips. I paused, kissed her ear, neck, shoulder. She asked me to untie her legs. I made a few movements, pulled out, bent down, and untied the stick from her legs. The second time, she let me in easily, pushing toward me, after which she desperately thrust her butt against me and came intensely, contracting, bringing me to an equally intense orgasm. We stood silently for a couple of minutes, after which I pulled out of her, and my semen flowed down her thigh. She squatted as best she could and started to pee; I, in turn, hastily retreated, taking my clothes.

I returned after 20 minutes, with wet wipes, in jeans. Approached from behind, pretended to be surprised that, without waiting for me, she had somehow found adventures for her butt even in that position, scolded her for it. Wiped her butt with the wipes, untied her hands, removed the blindfold. We were silent; she hugged me and asked me to take her somewhere for a shower. She didn't ask anything else. We went to a hotel. There was a shower where, with a washcloth, I scrubbed the pine resin from her skin; I like washing her; there's a special tenderness in it. After the shower, on the bed, we made love, tenderly, with kisses; she moaned with pleasure and looked at me with her deep green eyes.