The Trees Won't Tell

[font=Sylfaen]     The walk there from my home was a chemical mix of laughter and smacking her ass in the middle of the road. I kept sending her coarse whispers, "Shh, we're getting closer."
    Behind us was the birch-flecked decline leading down, out of sight from this city's prying eyes. We weaved through a thicket of broken branches and thorns, all nicking and tugging our clothes - eager for the show to commence.
    At the half mark, a waist-high boulder sits with a flat ledge, perfect for sitting. She propped herself on the stone; her skirt lifted with her knees, and I caught a glimpse of her slit. It's funny, it is - the shortcuts that made fucking her so much more effortless.
    We never undressed, only having to open my the front of my jeans. I made the first embrace, our tongues pressed together while we made use of our hands. Mine fell into place - one groping her breast through her flimsy shirt, the other methodically working her clit. I was pleasantly surprised by her reaching over her leg to tease my cock into standing straight.
    When my hand was slick with her juices, I knew my wait was over; I pulled back before easing my tip into her. I took one look around - we were so used to it - and it hit me that no one on Earth was watching. In one push, I forced myself balls-deep inside of her; all traces of control thrown to the wind.
    Her embrace came next, forcefully shoving her tongue past my lips as I fucked her. I pulled on her thighs, splitting them farther apart, driving my cock lustfully in and out in synchronicity. The sun slipped below the treeline - we fucked in the dark. My hands lifted her shirt just enough for me to have some room for my mouth to roam, and our hips collided once for every breath. We were shaking, she couldn't hold back her climax - her slit closed tightly around my cock just as I began to peak.
    I eased out from between her legs and took a seat next to her. We met lips again, and she took me away in her hand. Her up-strokes sent me slowly spiraling into an orgasm, loosing ropes of cum onto the dirt and leaves. Like clockwork, we straightened ourselves up. She pecked my cheek, I took her hand, both knowing we'd be back again.