OC [M57] meets [F25] Call me H

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This is a true profile of my first date with M
It would be the first of many wild encounters with a an extraordinary girl who could melt the heart of any red blooded man.

I had had been messaging you for a few days.
We had met on three separate occasions under unconventional circumstances – a story for another time.

You impressed me with with your looks, your gorgeous body, your intelligence and your quick wit.
There was definitely something about you M. Something that drew me. You were so much more than another pretty face; so much more than a young girl, with a gorgeous body, eager to offer herself to a scandalously older man.

I had no idea if the attraction I felt for you might be recriprocal.  But on the third night we met, we exchanged details. The communication started as a trickle but soon developed into a deluge of thoughts words and desires.

You told me so much about herself and I responded by telling you almost nothing about me. Not even my name. I said you could call me H.

On the night, everything changed, you had just finished your shift. The clock had stuck midnight and you texted me:  “I want to meet you in the forest”.

“When”, I said…  and you replied… “Now”.

I told you, it was past midnight and I was already in bed to which you replied “Oh well… your loss then”.

I had talked at length about my forest and what I like to do there. I’d mentioned how I liked to go on naked walks with pretty girls and fuck them, amongst the trees, as if we were nocturnal animals. Animals devoid of rational wondered and guided, only, by hormones and primal desire.
Of course, I invited you to accompany on one of my night walks; but didn’t really expect you to accept. Yet that’s exactly what you did M. Whether it was a brave or stupid decision, only time would tell.

I’ve lived long enough to know that opportunity must be seized, with both hands, and that this invitation may never be extended again.

I got out out of bed, showered and drove to the location I had given you. It was dark and late; the only sound was a light summer breezes caressing the leaves of the canopy.

Once parked, I turned off my headlights and waited in sweet anticipation.

Not long after, I saw your car approach. Your car pulled up behind me and you stepped out, dressed more like you were heading to a club in the Valley,  than going on a naked night walk with a near stranger.

I hugged and kissed you and called you a “Crazy Girl”.  Then I instructed you to follow me to the tree line.

“Now M, take off your dress and give it to me”.
You complied as I knew you would. You pulled that dress up over your shoulders treating me to the sight of your gorgeous, inked, naked body. I should have guessed you would be wearing no underware.

The moon was full and the soft light illuminated your pale skin. Your raven black hair fell over your shoulders. It all seemed so gothic. You reminded me of a young, inked, Morticia.

I too stripped off and, taking your hand in mine, commenced my tour of the deep, dark woods.

You were a little scared, of course.  Scared of the animals in the forest; scared that we might encounter people on the trail. But oddly enough, not scared by the much older, strange man who was taking you to places you had never been, and who had not even divulged his name.

We walked and talked and slowly you began to relax, as if you were beginning to forget that you were extremely vulnerable and wearing not a stich of clothing.

Soon we were at the Koala fence – that prevents the Koalas from crossing the freeway and meeting a sticky end. I pushed you against the rough fence post and kissed you hard. I put my fingers between your thighs to test your wetness.

Your groans were delightful, but they were intermingled with the sounds of pain as the studs, that held the wire to the fence post, dug into the tender flesh of your back. You would bare the marks for several weeks, yet, bare me no ill will for putting them there.

After walking a little further we came upon a more open area. The moon was so bright that we could still make out the deep blueness of the sky.
You looked so fucking gorgeous.
I told you to bend over and “grab that tree”.
Then I pushed your legs aside and pushed my cock into your hungry cunt. The primal energy surged through me as I owned you as, under the watchful eye of the moon, I claimed you and consummated our new beginning.

We fucked hard and your vocalisations where delightful. I didn’t cum. I often don’t!
But the journey was so gorgeous, sooo intense, that I did not care about the destination.
This was about fucking a girl and making her “My Girl” witnessed only by the gods of the moon and stars.

After fucking, you needed to piss and you unselfconsciously got on your back, lifted your body with hands and legs aside and peed a glistening stream of ambet nectar onto the dirt and stones,  as I watched on approvingly.

We laughed and joked about it. It was all very chill. I was living out an experience that was more intense than anything I could have imagined. Then, still naked, we walked with our hands around eachothers waist, back to the cars.

You asked me my name and once again I said “You can call me H”

And so ended our first date.
The first of many.

NSFW: yes


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