Behind the Bushes Bliss

She pulled back, her lips glossy, and stood, yanking her polo over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, with dark pink nipples already hard. I dove in, my mouth latching onto one, sucking and flicking the nipple with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on. I switched sides, biting softly, feeling her body arch against me.

Vanessa kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her skirt, revealing a lacy red thong that barely covered her. A neat triangle of dark hair peeked through the fabric, and I was done for. I dropped to my knees, kissing along her inner thighs, savoring the softness of her skin. My fingers hooked into her thong, sliding it down to her ankles. Her scent hit me – musky, intoxicating – and I buried my face in her, my tongue tracing her folds. She was already soaked, her juices coating my lips as I licked, teasing her entrance before circling her clit. Her hands gripped my scalp, hips grinding against my mouth as she moaned, “Oh, God, don’t stop.”

I sucked her clit gently, then harder, alternating with long, slow licks that made her thighs quiver. My fingers slid inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. She tasted incredible, and I could’ve stayed there forever, lost in the way her body responded to every flick of my tongue.

She tugged me up, spun around, and bent over, her hands braced against a tree. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, my tongue tracing her tight hole, circling slowly before dipping inside. She gasped, pushing back against me, one hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit, her nails – painted a deep crimson – flashing in the sunlight. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I rimmed her was almost too much.

I grabbed a condom from my wallet, rolled it on, and positioned myself behind her. My cock slid into her pussy, tight and warm, and we both groaned at the sensation. I started slow, savoring every inch, then built to a steady rhythm, my hands gripping her hips. Her moans grew louder, urging me to go faster, harder. I thrust deep, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet woods. I slid a finger toward her ass, circling gently, but she murmured, “Not today, baby.”

She turned, pulling me into a searing kiss, her tongue chasing the taste of herself. Then she dropped to her knees again, pressing her breasts together around my cock. The sight of my shaft disappearing between her tits was unreal. She moved them up and down, her nipples brushing my skin, while her tongue flicked out to tease the tip on each upstroke. I warned her I was close, my voice hoarse. She didn’t stop. I came hard, ropes of cum painting her chest, her neck, her chin. A few drops hit her lips, and she licked them off, her eyes locked on mine as she scooped the rest with her fingers, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.

“You’re a damn treasure, Lucas,” she said, her voice low and teasing as she slipped her clothes back on.

We played the last six holes like nothing had happened, then grabbed iced teas at the clubhouse. Over drinks, she suggested we hit up a jazz bar that night and head to her place after. We spent the whole weekend tangled in each other, and I knew I’d never look at golf the same way again.

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