M/F How did you discover my secret? Fifth encounter. He's back! | 2016

His vacation was little more than a week long. He requested, and I sent several pictures, every day of my spread vaginal lips. Wet, and swollen. So wet for him. He could text one word and I would cum for him. Then show him how shiny and sticky he made me. We did that everyday. He kept the photos the entire time he was gone. When his plane landed I sent him one last photo. Per his request, no spreading, just my shaved lady lips. He sent me back a paragraph about how he wanted to lick those lips apart, eat me out like never before, make me scream, make me cum for him, then fuck me hard. It threw me into multiple orgasms.

The original plan was for me to meet with him at work on Monday (his first day back). His plane landed on Saturday, so I had to wait an entire day before seeing him at work. Sunday morning he tells me he is home alone. Tells me to meet him at a park that is half way between us. We’ve never done this before. Ever. We’ve always screwed around at work. In the office, in the storage room, all over the place. But always at work. I jump at the chance, I’ve been craving his cock for the entire week. I can’t satisfy myself the way he can.

We meet at a small park that only local residents know about. There is no parking lot. You just park on the street. The park is hidden by trees and down a dirt path. We get down there, and crap, there are bikes on the grass. People are here but we can’t see them. Just their bikes. We go for a bit of a wonder, they’re fishing by the rocks. We start to go back up to our cars. Half way up the path he pulls me hard against him. I feel how hard he is against my ass while he’s squeezing my breasts. He takes them out and starts sucking on them. Puts my hand on his cock. I start freaking out, I’m cumming hard. But there are people! Literally just out of site. What if one of them decides to stop fishing? What if someone else decides to go fishing?!

I hope away from him, he catches my arm, spins me around and lifts me up. My legs naturally wrap around his hips, my arms around his shoulders. He is so strong. Holds me like I weigh nothing. He rams his hard cock against me over and over. I suddenly wish we were naked and that he was buried deep inside me. I’m still paranoid though. Of his own volition he puts me back on the ground. My knees are weak from so many orgasms. We walk back up the path to our cars, trying to figure out where to go.

He looks at my car, says, “The windows of your car are tinted. You can’t see inside your car.” I drive a truck with a canopy cover over the back. I crawl inside there easily. I recently emptied the back to make space for something else. He’s about 8 inches taller than me. And very well built. He really doesn’t look 20 years older than me. He sure as hell doesn’t act like he’s old enough to be my dad. He squeezes through, yanks my shorts off (good thing I wore sandals) and starts sucking on my clit.

I cum immediately. He starts licking and sucking, one, then two fingers quickly slide inside me. I practically levitate off the bed of the truck, he has to hold me down by my hips I’m cumming so hard. I start begging him to fuck me. Over and over. He says, “No. Not today. Stop asking.” I say, “You didn’t tell me you’d make me beg for your cock!” he says (while his fingers are still flicking back and forth inside me), “Today is your day. I told you I’d eat you out like never before.” He spread my lips with his fingers and says, "Look at that beautiful clit." In my head I’m thinking, “If it’s my day, then FUCK me.” I ask again, “Please? Fuck me. I want to feel your cock stretching me.”, he tells me we can’t because he didn’t bring a rubber. Again. I think, “But that hasn’t stopped us before. Why is he being so difficult?” Instead I just call him stubborn. He laughs and goes down on me again.

His face is covered in my wetness. He kisses me, I taste myself on his lips and tongue. We’ve never kissed before. I realize, this is why he’s kissing me. He wants me to taste myself on his mouth. Someone is walking towards the car! Crap! I know, technically they can’t see us, but I throw on my shorts as fast as I can. We’re both hot and sweaty. They walk slowly by the truck, pick some berries and eat them. The berries are right next to my truck. They stand there, picking and eating, and I’m staring at my boss. “Why won’t you fuck me?”. He says, “Because we can’t make a baby.” This answer is not computing in my brain. We’ve had this conversation before. He always says no. And it always happens anyway.

I ask him if he’ll let me suck him off then. He says, “No.” as he starts casually fingering me (hand up one leg of my shorts) while we talk, the people are still next to my truck berry picking. They have a bucket, it seems the berry pickers were just waiting for the rest of their family to pile out of their car. They start heading down the path. I don’t ask him again. I get on my knees and beg him with my eyes to let me give him head. He reluctantly unzips his pants. I love giving head. I love giving him head.

I’ve never given him a blow job without him standing up. I’m excited about this, means I’ll have a little more control. He can’t just fuck my throat (not as easily at least). Meaning I have an opportunity to take him deep down my throat, and swallow around the head. I can keep him there as long as I want. I start with that. Then slowly work my mouth up his shaft, moving my tongue around it as I get to the head. I jack him off with one hand while I tongue the tip of his cock, then suck hard while I creep him closer to the back of my throat. He starts trying to thrust, but there’s not much space for that. He tries moving me by pushing on my shoulder, but I’m on top and I’m not sure where he wants me. So I just keep going. I gently cup his balls, I love the sounds of his pleasure. Hearing him groan makes me cum again.

After about ten minutes of me edging him (changing up oral techniques so he feels good, but not letting him cum) he pushes me off of him and says, “Alright. You win.” He pushes me down, gets on top of me and slams his cock hard into my wet swollen cunt. My body explodes into orgasms, they hit me everywhere, from my finger tips to my toes. Like lightning bolts of pleasure hard, fast, and relentless. He keeps pounding into me, then pulls out and immediately cums on my shirt. That was a close one. He’s never cum that fast after pulling out. Usually I have to suck him off afterwards. Oh geez. What if, what if what? Ack!

Well, now my shirt is a mess. He apologizes, but it’s fine, I have an extra shirt in my truck. The people I live with will have no idea that the shirt I went out in is now covered in cum. He laughs. We walk back down to the park after I change my shirt. The people who brought the buckets caught some kind of shellfish. Interesting. The salty scent of the sea is remarkable. The breeze is light and feels good on my sweaty skin. My legs are shaking, I’m weak from so many orgasms. I sit on the bench, he stands by the rocks. We talk about work a bit. I ask him to answer some of my questions, like how he knew about my secret. He laughs, and refuses.

Someday I’ll get an answer out of him.