You guys seemed to like my story about taking Ivy's virginity, so I thought I'd type up one of my stranger sex stories that I was reminded of recently.

Buckle up, this is gonna be kind of a long buildup but it'll be worth it:

My girlfriend Eden moved in with me recently. The other day I came home to find her playing with a little green rock she found on my dresser. She asked me what it was, and I told her that I found it when I was studying abroad in Germany and thought it was cool.

To be clear, the story I’m about to tell is not about Eden. I’ve actually never told her about it.

The story takes place during my junior year of college, specifically the spring semester which I spent abroad in Germany (I’m American). My good friend Ryan was there with me, and we (of course) decided to travel around Europe a little bit together after the semester was over before, and come home a little later in the summer. One thing that I was really excited to do was go backpacking. Usually when people think of backpacking (especially in Europe) they think of walking from town to town and staying in hostels, but what I had in mind was more like camping, but in places that required a long hike to get to rather than a campsite. Basically you load dehydrated food, tents, clothes, and a water filter into giant backpacks and hike all day until you find somewhere to set up camp for a while. I’m pretty outdoorsy, and I felt I couldn’t leave without spending some time deep in a forest in Germany. (Did you know Germany has beautiful forests? Germany has some beautiful forests.)

So about a week before the semester ends, I’d rented/bought all my stuff and looked at maps and planned everything out, and Ryan bailed on me. His parents wanted him to come back as soon as he finished his finals, and although I was really upset about having our plans messed up, I didn’t argue much because it sounded like there was some kind of family situation going on that I didn’t really want to get mixed up in.

Anyway, after a couple days of stewing and staring forlornly at my pile of newly-purchased backpacking gear, I said fuck it. If Ryan wasn’t going to go backpacking with me, I’d just go with myself. I could use a little time alone in nature.

So I went by myself. I took the usual “backpacking alone” precautions; made sure several people knew roughly where I planned to camp, how long I was going to be gone, etc. It was everything I had hoped. Great hiking, beautiful, lush green trees covered in lichen and the beautiful scent of the untamed forest in the air. I found the perfect campsite that was on the top of a little ridge of smooth stone, with the forest encircling me and a small lake where I could get my water. And although I had seen other backpackers on the trail, there was no one in sight here. It looked like I had this little lake clearing all to myself.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been on a long hike with a huge backpack on your back, but here’s what tends to happen after: you eat a sloppily-made peanut butter sandwich that tastes better than a five-star restaurant, then you sleep hard. Well, that’s what I did. I had one of those sleeps where you lay down and then all of a sudden you realize you were just asleep for a few minutes and you poke your head outside to discover that it’s been twelve hours. I left my tent as the sun was still rising, and was greeted by the sounds of birds singing their morning songs. It was as perfectly serene as a granola bar commercial. Except…

Well, I’m sure you’ve been expecting another person to show up in this story. Sure enough, when I looked around my little clearing, I saw that it had been invaded. About a quarter of the way around the lake, on the shore just before the trees started up again was a tent, bright red against the green. Now in my opinion, it’s kind of unspoken backpacking etiquette to not set up camp that close to another person, so I was a little peeved. I had half a mind to walk over there and tell this camper to find somewhere else, but I quickly gave that up when I realized that they probably wouldn’t speak English and my German was not good enough to explain the unspoken code of backpackers. Hell, maybe they have different unspoken rules in Germany.

I got a fire going and started making breakfast, little pancakes cooked in my portable frying pan. A little ways off, I saw my new lake-buddy sleepily get out of the red tent. It was far enough away that I couldn’t make out a lot of detail, but I could see it was a young woman with chestnut brown hair in a long, straight ponytail wearing a white tank top and little shorts. She squinted at me and raised a hand in greeting. Still a little annoyed, I returned the gesture and went back to cooking my pancakes. As I sat down to eat, I noticed that she seemed not to have a lot of nature skills. I watched her try to make a fire while I ate. She was actually trying to do that thing where you take a branch and roll it between your hands to start a fire with the friction. Not that it’s not possible to do, I’ve seen it done before by people who really know what they’re doing, but it’s a lot harder than it looks in the movies. I had brought a lighter, which is what most people I know would do. Since I felt she had invaded my space, I was pretty satisfied seeing her struggle, and I have to admit that I didn’t ever think of going over there to offer my lighter. She tried for a good half an hour, and it didn’t look like there was anyone there to help her. Finally, she seemed to give up. She pumped some water from the lake (at least she had brought a filter!) and put it in one of her dehydrated meals, apparently eating it cold. Sucks to suck.

I did a little exploring and just hung around the camp for a while, enjoying nature and trying to ignore the little red tent, though I did glance over there every once and a while. I saw her trying the fire a couple more times, but never any success. By sunset, my own fire was doing so well that it kept going even when it started to rain.

Now if you’ll remember, this is happening in early summer, so the rain came as kind of a surprise. It wasn’t a torrential downpour, but it was enough to get you wet, certainly unexpected for me (though to be fair, I didn’t know the weather patterns of this area very well). Oh well, what can you do? I’d been out in nature in the rain before, and the tent I had rented came with rain gear. I quickly rain-proofed my tent, made sure my fire was healthy enough to survive for awhile without maintenance, and headed back into my tent to read. As I was going inside, I glanced back at the girl in the red tent to see how she was handling the rain. She still had no fire, and was now running around her tent throwing branches around. What the hell was she doing? I realized after a moment that she was trying to use the branches to cover the top of her tent. I guess she didn’t have rain gear. If that’s what she was doing, it was clear even from my perspective that it was a futile effort. I imagined her impending misery. She’d be wet, probably cold, and trying to sleep with the rain coming through her tent and soaking into her clothes and anything she brought with her. Tough luck. Despite my annoyance toward her, I did actually feel a little bad for her. But I went back into my tent nonetheless.

When I got hungry, I came back out with some food. It was a little brown wax-paper bag I had bought from a camping store, I think some kind of pasta with meatballs. It was dehydrated, so all you have to do is pour in some boiling water and let it sit for a few minutes and you can eat it right out of the bag. I pulled up my sweatshirt hood as I boiled the water (it was still raining). I look up again and red tent girl is looking at me. Even from this distance, in low light, she seems to be longing as she watches me prepare food at a warm fire by a dry tent. She looks miserable.

I finish boiling the water and pour it into the bag, and I’m about to go back into my tent, I see that she’s walking toward my campsite. I’m not sure what to do, so I just stand there and wait for her.

When she gets to my site, I can see her a little better. She’s around my age, maybe a year or two older, with very long and very straight brown hair and a few freckles on her face. Pretty, in kind of a plain way. Not particularly tall or short, skinny or curvy, I’m sure a little makeup to bring out her features would’ve made her a pretty face. Her most distinguishing characteristic was her eyes, which were very green and slightly downturned (slanted outwards instead of in toward her nose), making her look even sadder and more pathetic standing there in the rain. She must have not even brought a sweater, because she was still wearing shorts and a white tank top. The rain made her clothes cling tightly to her shivering body, and I couldn’t help but notice that she had a nice figure; a little wide in the hips, but a nice waist and full breasts with nipples that poked through her tank top in the cold. She appeared not to be wearing a bra.

She just stood there, staring at me from across the fire, hugging herself and shivering. “Guten tag,” I said stupidly, and she smiled a little bit. Okay fine I’ll be a nice person, and it’s not just because I think she’s kinda cute.

I handed her the hot food in my hands, and her eyes lit up like I was handing over the keys to a brand new car. She stared at me, her eyes full of thanks and began to eat without saying anything. I went into the tent to get another package for myself, and held the flap open while I looked back at her, inviting her inside. She gratefully accepted and sat on my sleeping bag, teeth chattering. I gave her a towel and she wrapped it around herself gratefully and resumed eating while I went back out to boil some water for my meal.

When I came back, she was finished with her meal and looking thoughtfully at the cover of my paperback that was sitting by my sleeping bag. “Oh,” I said, drawing her attention, “I’ve been reading that. It’s about—” But she shook her head and pressed her finger to her lips, as if instructing me not to talk. Fine with me, since I’m pretty sure she couldn’t understand me and I didn’t want to try to explain the plot of a novel in my very limited German. She set down the book, and came up close to me, staring deep into my eyes like she was trying to find something in the mind behind them.

After spending an uncomfortably long time staring at me thoughtfully, she finally seemed to find whatever she was looking for. She came in close and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Oh!” I said. “Oh...kay.” I hugged her back. After pulling away, she got into my sleeping bag and put her head on my pillow. “Okay, yeah,” I said. “I guess you can stay here, it’s probably pretty wet in—” She smiled and raised her eyebrows, putting a finger to her lips again and shaking her head chidingly. I laughed a little nervously, then nodded and made an “okay” sign with my hand. She turned on her side, patting next to her on the sleeping bag. I almost spoke, but caught myself, and waved a hand like “nah, that’s okay, it’s all yours”. She looked at me seriously and patted the sleeping bag again, this time a little more commandingly. Okay, I guess this is about to get weird.

I laid down and she spooned me, hugging me tight in an embrace of trust and codependence. It was a little weird for me, but it honestly felt really nice and she was nice and warm, so I just lay there with her. It wasn’t long before I could hear the long, measured pattern of her breath that told me she was asleep. Well okay then. I eventually fell asleep too.

I don’t exactly remember waking up in the middle of the night. I must have had to pull her arms off me when I got up, but I must not have been fully awake yet, because it seems I forgot that she was there. I had to pee, so I put on my flip-flops and went out into the woods. When I was finished relieving myself, I splashed my hands in the lake and trudged back to my tent, stopping briefly to admire the explosion of stars in the sky. The light from the stars and the moon was so bright I could have almost read in it. My tent, shaded by the nearby trees, was pretty dark inside, so I didn’t see the girl in my sleeping bag and, again, had completely forgotten she was there. While I was zipping up the flap to the tent, I heard the click of my lantern turning on, and whirled around to see her squinting at me groggily. I yelled involuntarily in shock, and jumped so high I made my end of the tent bounce a little bit. While my memory and senses returned to me, the girl began to laugh this infectious delighted giggle, and I quickly started laughing too. She held her arms out straight toward me, as if to say “come here, you.” I did, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her face close to mine. Again, she just sat there, staring thoughtfully at me. Finally, she put her hand on my cheek, and leaned in to kiss me.

There was a little bit of a bitter taste to her kiss, but her lips were warm and comforting. In between kisses she would pull away a little, warming me with little rays of tenderness from her eyes. I still didn’t even know what language she spoke, but at that moment I realized that those green eyes were able to communicate anything she needed to say to me if I would just stare back into them.

I’ve never really been one to take ballsy moves with girls, but I swear those eyes were saying “touch me” clear as day. It was said in a very gentle, loving way rather than a horny “come fuck me way”, but the ocular message could not be misinterpreted.

I slide my hand up the side of her tank top and caress the side of her waist. She’s clearly got well-toned muscles, but just enough fat over it to soften out any hard edges. Her skin feels smooth and warm under my fingers. She keeps kissing me, now both hands cupping my cheeks and her tongue slipping further and further between my lips.

She slides herself onto my lap and I use my other hand to feel up her leg. It’s the tiniest bit coarse with the little bumps of hairs coming in, but I can tell that even if fully grown out, the hair would be wispy and sparse. She’s bobbing her head as she kisses me, lapping at my lips with the soothing motion of ocean waves. I pull her in closer and bury my face in her neck, kissing her skin as I take in the sweet smell of sweat, rainwater, and heart-hammering arousal. She begins breathing heavily and lets herself go limp in my arms, long hair covering her face and arms hanging on my upper body for support as rocks against me with every sigh.

Finally, I reach for the bottom of the tank top and start to peel it off. She sits back and lifts her arms so the top comes off easily. With no bra, the loss of the tank top reveals a beautiful pair of breasts, full and swollen with just a little natural hang and firm, light brown nipples. I cup one of them as I resume kissing her, and gently knead it in my hand. It’s pillowy and soft like the rest of her, and I hold onto it happily.

I feel like I could go on kissing her and fondling those beautiful soft breasts forever, but eventually she pushes me off of her and pins me down on my back. She drags her face down my abdomen and stops around my crotch, sliding down the gym shorts I sleep in. She reaches into my underwear and pulls my cock out, raising her eyebrows at me in a compliment as she gives it a few strokes.

She lies down on her stomach and toys with my me a little as she makes herself comfortable. She lays her head down on my lower stomach, her eyes inches from my cock, and reaches out her hands, pressing at my thighs and abdomen lovingly. Finally she curls herself up around my groin and takes me into her mouth.

The inside of her mouth is warm and her tongue is gentle but skilled. I let my head fall back and close my eyes as she sucks, putting a tiny bit more pressure every time her head bobs back down toward the base. She starts stroking with one hand while she comes up. When she begins kneading at my thigh with her other hand, I feel an extra little burst of energy surge into my cock. It feels fantastic, her long hair silkily brushing at my skin and her mouth and hand working me firmly. But after a while I feel like it’s time, so I sit up and guide her head up. She smiles at me and kisses me on the lips again. I can taste the faint saltiness of my precum, but I don’t mind. I take her into my arms and lay her on her back, moving my face down her stomach.

I slide off her little shorts. No panties either, she’s now completely naked. I move to begin reciprocating the oral sex, but she pulls away and shakes her head no. I try again, but she firmly refuses. I’m not sure why she doesn’t want me to go down on her, but I guess maybe it’s because she’s been out in the woods sweating and not showering and she’s self-conscious about being a little less than fresh. At this point I wouldn’t particularly care, but it’s clear she’s not going to let me. Oh well.

She brings me in close, and pulls off my shirt so we’re both totally naked. Then she lies on her back, pulling me down with her so that I’m on top of her face-to-face. Then she waits expectantly.

Here’s the thing. I still haven’t heard a word from her, so I have no idea if she’s on a pill or anything. And her eyes might be saying “I want you”, but I’m not getting an ocular description of birth control or a mental fax of a clean STD test. But the fact that we haven’t talked at all makes this whole situation ten times hotter, and I’m just laying there with my rock-hard cock out and a naked woman beneath me. You can judge me from a clear-thinking, objective viewpoint, but in the moment I can honestly say barely hesitate. I reach down to my cock and push the head into her, then lean down onto her, touching noses and staring directly into her eyes as I carefully thrust every inch of myself into her. She arches her back and cries out in ecstasy, so I pull out and thrust again, harder and deeper.

She looks up at me, mouth open and panting, eyes barely seeming to focus, and grabs me by the buttocks and squeezes. I draw myself out again and then start to get a regular rhythm going, shoving my cock into her with quick, measured thrusts, each of which forces a little air out of her lungs and rocks her back a little, sending her soft breasts wobbling. When she leans her head back and squeezes my buttocks even harder, I decided it’s time to return the favor. I grab her legs and pull her into me, raising her lower body off the floor so I can squeeze her smooth, firm buttocks while I fuck her. I can feel the warm byproducts of her desire dripping onto my legs and hear the squelch of her wetness every time I thrust myself into her, and it only makes me hornier. I ram into her over and over, building up speed until she’s almost vibrating. Nope, she’s definitely vibrating. Her legs begin to spasm and quiver, and she lets out a long moan. I keep going, but she pulls back and shoves me off of her. I sit there, hoping I didn’t do something wrong as she trembles and spasms, occasionally letting out a little squeak. When her overwhelming orgasm seems to have passed, she slowly looks up at me, and through stringy strands of hair I see her eyes are filled with pure animal desire.

I swear I almost hear a little growl as she crawls at me. She gets close enough to stare me in the face, then flips her hair back out of her face and mounts me, looking directly into my eyes as she slides herself down onto my cock. She begins to ride me expertly, her hips swaying back and forth, her pelvis grinding against mine to get the deepest possible penetration. She closes her eyes and brings her hands to the back of her neck, holding her hair back with her elbows pointed forward as she grinds into me. She moans and grunts as her body rocks against mine, and slowly slides her hands down to her shoulders, clawing at herself, then lower, massaging her own breasts excitedly. Then her hands find their way to my face, where she strokes my hair and settles with her arms resting around my neck. She leans forward with a choked sigh and presses her soft, beautiful breasts into my face. Without hesitation I grab one in each hand and push them up, extending my fingers to take in as much of her soft skin as possible as I slide my hands across her chest. When I get my hands to her sternum, she grabs them and puts them back on her breasts. I squeeze and she gasps, rocking against me harder. She’s gone from grinding to straight-up bouncing on me now, my cock plunging deep inside her every time gravity slams her trembling curves against me again. She lets out a long vocalization that to me sounds like “oh my goooooooood” without the words. I try to take in this moment as she bounces on me, sliding my hands down her body; her breasts heaving as she huffs and grunts, her perfectly curved sides, her hips, which have just enough fat to crinkle a little when her legs are bent.

When I feel like I’ve fully appreciated this wordless goddess destroying herself on my cock, I decide that it’s time to try taking this a little rougher. I get the sense that she’s into that.

I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back. She gasps and stops riding me, but flashes a devious smirk and lets out a little breathless laugh. I release her as I pull myself out from under her. She sits there as I stand, her sides heaving with exhaustion, but otherwise she remains motionless. I slowly walk around behind her and drink in the sight of her flawless back and shoulders and her gorgeous round ass squished against the sleeping bag underneath her. Then I come close, kiss her on the neck, and push her shoulders down so her ass is up towards me. I run my hands over her smooth ass cheeks a little, then give the left one a good swat. She gasps, but shoves her ass back toward me more.

I reach down and take up my throbbing cock. I guide it to her pussy and push it in, then take her by the hips and push her ass close against my thighs. Then I start to pump. I’ve already lasted a surprisingly long time and don’t want to blow this position too soon, so I start slow at first, occasionally giving her a little smack. But I start to build up speed and confidence quickly. Before long I hear the fleshy clapping of her ass against me and a muffled, close-lipped moan from her. I grab her by the hair and push harder and faster, smashing deeper and deeper into her with every breathless thrust. Her whole body looks like it’s mid-earthquake, shaking and jolting every time I slam into her. I reach down and pull her body up toward me, maintaining a steady rhythm while transitioning into a more vertical position, with us both on our knees. I press my face into her neck and lick away a salty bead of sweat that’s made its way down from her temple. I reach around her torso to fondle her breasts, squeezing them and keeping them still while her ass claps against me. At this point I realize I am about to come so goddamn hard.

I can feel the trembling energy rising in my body, building higher and higher as my chest presses against her back, my hands squeezing her tits, the smell of the sweat dripping down her body, the sound of her ass cheeks slamming into me and the wet squelch of her warm pussy drowning my dick. It’s all too much, I can’t hold on much longer.

Hands trembling, I grab her by the hips and pull her back against me, burying my cock deeper inside her than I’ve been at any point tonight.

An involuntary moan escapes my lips, surprising even me as I hold her smashed against me, feeling my cock throb and grinding my pelvis back and forth ever so slightly as I pump load after load deep into her. It seems to go on for more bursts of ejaculation than I’ve ever experienced in an orgasm. She gasps and squeezes one of her breasts forcefully, but does not seem to object to me coming inside her.

I suddenly find myself completely spent. I kneel there for a minute, hugging her body to mine and gasping for air as my head swims a little bit. Then I gingerly separate myself from her, my thighs crying out with exhaustion as I stagger into a seated position.

She turns around and looks at me with happy satisfaction. Man, we’ve made a mess of this tent. The plastic floor is wet with pooling sweat, precum, her cream, and now my semen, which is drooling out of her. I’m gonna have to do some serious cleaning tomorrow, but right now I’m too exhausted to care. I lie on my back, and she joins me. We fall asleep still naked and sweaty, our bodies entangled.

I remember very clearly the dream I had after that: I was lying naked in the forest, with trees and green all around. The forest floor was unbelievably soft, the earthy-scented air damp and warm. And she was on top of me, riding me. It seemed to be in slow motion, because I could see every detail of the motion of her body, the gentle jiggling of her breasts, the squish of the fat of her thighs against me. I also seemed to have special vision with detail I did not possess in waking life: I could see every tiny microscopic droplet of sweat on her tanned skin, every detail in her vibrant green irises as she stared deep into my eyes. Just when I felt an orgasm building, I woke up.

I opened my eyes to see her mouth around my cock, and involuntarily lifted my hips to push myself further up toward her face as I came in her mouth with a groan. I was still dazed as she unzipped the opening of the tent, letting a shocking amount of light spill in. It must have already been midmorning. She spit out my come in the dirt, zipped up the tent, and cuddled up against me, saying “good morning” with her eyes.

We were together the whole day. She briefly returned to her side of the lake to get fresh clothes and some essentials like a toothbrush and what looked like birth control pills (whew!) We made some more of my dehydrated meals, we cleaned the tent, she lay her head in my lap while I read and stroked her hair. We bathed in the lake, and she crawled naked onto me, clasping my hands together. When I opened them, I was holding a smooth, marbled pebble that I thought was the same shade of green as her eyes. Strangely, although we did not speak a single word to each other—or maybe because we didn’t—it was one of the deepest, most intense relationships I’ve ever experienced. When the sun went down, we laid out a towel and had sex under the stars for what must have been an hour. Then when we were tired, we went back into the tent to sleep—and inevitably found that we weren’t that tired and had sex some more until my entire body ached.

On that second morning, I didn’t wake up to her mouth around my cock. In fact, she wasn’t in the tent at all. Fighting the stiffness and soreness in my body and screaming hunger in my gut, I managed to get myself out of the tent, and when I did, my heart dropped. Across the lake, her little red tent was gone, and as far as I could tell, so was she, along with all her things.

I stayed in that clearing alone for another two days, reading, writing in my journal, reflecting on the experience I had just had. I tried to come up with some explanation. Maybe she was the type to make a habit of short, anonymous, strangely intense relationships and it would’ve been the same no matter where we met. Maybe she was kind of a hippie and into "free love". Maybe she had originally intended to go on this camping trip with a boyfriend, but after they had a messy breakup she went alone, and laid eyes on me just when she was feeling most lonely. Why did she never speak? Maybe she could tell I wasn’t German and that I couldn’t speak the language well enough. Maybe she couldn’t speak. I have tossed and turned with various explanations for years now.

I’ve told and retold this story to friends. I had a stint with painting, trying to recreate the forest and the curves of her body with a brush, but was never very good at it. I had for a while collaborated with some film-inclined friends to turn the experience into an erotic film with artsy camera shots and moody music, but the two performers who were attached broke up at the last minute, and it fell apart.

So after a few years, the memory just faded into the larger story of my life without me giving it a whole lot of thought. The smooth green stone that was the only evidence of this strange but beautiful relationship sat on my dresser and collected dust. I almost forgot where I had gotten it until I came home to find it in my girlfriend Eden’s hands. She asked me what it was, and I considered telling her the story. But I thought it best not to recount this intense but beautifully simple love story to my girlfriend who had just moved in—especially since my relationship with Eden was anything but simple. Fulfilling, happy, but not simple like the love I had for that wordless girl in Germany. I didn’t want Eden to compare our relationship to that, and fret about whether it was working. So I told her I found the rock in Germany and thought it was cool, and that was it.

Now with the distance of a few years, I'm not sure what to make of the story, but I hope you enjoyed it.