We walk out of the hotel and make the quick walk to the parking garage to get in my car. Today I’ve dressed you in a simple sundress with a light jacket, sneakers, and a wide brimmed hat. You’re starting to get used to not wearing anything underneath. I hold the door for you, and make sure to caress your curves as I help you in.

It is a quick and quiet drive out of town, the day still early enough that there’s little traffic as we make our way to a nearby park. We drive through until we find a pull off area with no other cars and we get out. I reach into the backseat and grab a backpack and we start walking into the woods.

We start hiking on a well used path. While it does go uphill, it isn’t a strenuous incline and we make good time going deeper into the woods. Soon we come across a small stream and the path turns to follow that. The trail isn’t quite wide enough so that we can walk side by side, and instead I push you ahead of me while I enjoy watching your hips sway in your dress.

After close to an hour, we finally find the source of the stream and stop to watch the small waterfall pouring into a grotto. I pull your arm, taking the lead as I start climbing up the much steeper side of the rocks, stopping every few feet to help pull you up to each break where we can stand. It only takes a few minutes, and we find ourselves at the top of the waterfall, surrounded by trees and nothing else.

I open up the bag and offer you a water. You drink and walk around the clearing we’re in as I lay out a blanket and some snacks. Once that’s done, we site together, my arm around your shoulders and we eat, drink, and rest while reminiscing about the previous day.

Once we finish, we lay back on the blanket. The thickness of it makes even the hard, rocky surface comfortable enough and we bask in the morning sun as it still is filtered through the trees, not yet high enough to directly hit us. You nuzzle into my shoulder and rest your head on my arm and we listen to the birds and breeze around us. Between the early morning, our active night, and the hike we just finished, it doesn’t take long for us to drift to sleep.

I feel movement and I wake and look at my watch, noticing that I’d only been asleep for a few minutes. You’ve turned onto your side, using my arm as a pillow and curled into yourself facing away from me. I roll over and spoon you, pulling you tighter against me. You hum softly in response, but don’t wake up.

Feeling your body folded into me like this has the expected effect on me. My cock grows hard, trapped in my pants but still pressing into your buttocks. My free hand pulls your hair back so I can see your face, then glides along your form until I get to your bare thigh, then I pull your dress up until your ass is exposed to me.

I reach between us and unfasten my pants enough to pull myself out, flopping against your skin with a soft slap. Taking my shaft in my hand, I move the head to slide along your lips. Your body responds to the heat of my erection and you moan a little in your sleep, your hips wiggling a bit against me. I rub myself against you, slipping my hardness along your lips and I can feel your wetness growing.

After a minute or two, I’m well lubricated and I press the head into your lips, spreading your vulva as I press into your fuckhole. With this position, you’re even tighter than before and it takes some effort and shifting of the angle to begin penetrating you. I take it slow, not wanting to wake you. I look at your face and your lips have parted and your breathing has sped up, but your eyes are still relaxed and closed. I can only imagine what your dreams are at this moment.

My strokes are slows and deliberate. I’m enjoying the sensation of the fresh air on my skin as I pull out, and the tight hotness when I push in. After only a few minutes of this, you’ve soaked us both so much that I’m able to easily slip all the way inside with relative ease.

I’m watching your face the whole time I fuck you, making sure that I slow down when I see you reacting too strongly. I savor every moment as my cock explores your twitching quim. The arm you are laying on curls inward, pulling you close while also allowing me to grope your pert breasts through your dress. My other hand strokes the inside of your thigh and teases your clit.

My excitement grows as your young, supple body is used by me. I feel myself getting closer and closer to climax, and I slow down and carefully ease myself out of you. I carefully extricate myself from you, gently laying your head down onto the ground as I kneel to your side.

Your face has an expression that is balancing serenity and lust in equal measure, and I stroke myself just inches from your mouth. It only takes a few moments, and I’m shooting my seed all over your cheeks and lips. As my orgasm subsides, I wipe my head on your cute nose and squeeze out the last few drops of my cum onto your chin.

I stand up and put my now flaccid and spent manhood away. I then sit next to you and drink some more water, allowing you to finish your nap. I watch you breath deeply, knowing that the smell of my semen is making its way into your dream.

Possibly due to the activity, you don’t sleep much longer and wake up with a look of hunger in your eyes. I stand and reach my hand down, which you take. I pull you up and when you reach to rub your eyes you feel my semen on your face and look at me in surprise. I just smile, and I tell you not to dare cleaning it off.

I pack up, and shoulder the bag and lead us back down to the grotto. We walk back down the path, this time I’m holding you close despite the narrow path. I can’t stop stealing glances at your face, made even more beautiful with the evidence of our sexual activity adorning it.

As we approach the trailhead, we hear some voices just before it widens up. Another couple is approaching, and we just smile at them as we pass, their faces initially friendly and then shocked when they see yours. You redden, but I maintain my grip on your waist and we quickly leave them behind and get to the car.

Once inside, I let you know you can clean up. You reach for a tissue, but I stop you.

“Good girls use their fingers.”

You shudder and smile, and begin scooping the mess off your face with your hands and licking them clean.

“Good girl.”

I shift the car into drive, and we begin the drive back to town.