I am leaning toward another little morning... especially since I got a new onesie and it’s super cute... plus Manni says my toenails need new paintings.
Manni chose Purple. I don’t second guess him when he makes such a good decisions.
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I fell asleep shortly after my toes dried (and with a sweet tuck in from Him).
I realized I didn’t share my new onesie yet, and it’s too cute to keep to myself any longer.
He mountain bikes. I don’t know much about the sport except that it’s quite dangerous, so whenever he goes out, I worry... and not without reason, mind: he’s been injured many times in the past. All I can picture is him careening down mountain paths at high speeds, weaving between trees, jumping over small rocks, and narrowly escaping his doom. It must be the thrill of it all that draws him back to those mountains time and time again. This time, I needed to see for myself. Blame it on my personal voyeuristic tendencies, but I wanted to see that delight-soaked glint in his eye being brought to the surface by something other than... well... *smirk*
He leaves so early in the morning to go ride. This morning wasn’t an exception. He sent me a message at 0430 telling me he was on his way to the usual trailhead. Upon reading it, I stirred from my cozy bed and started to pull out and put on some clothes. I made a deliberate decision then and slipped on the white silk dress with the short sleeves over my nude bra, white lace panties, and nude thigh-high stockings with the lace tops. The thought running through my mind was that I wanted him to see me as an angel out there mixed with the greens and browns of the forest around us. I won’t blend in and just be watchful this morning as I first intended. No. I want him to see me immediately. See my flowing skirt and cherub face amongst the nature. I want to see his reaction to me, watch his eyes change when he recognizes my defiance of being in a sanctuary that is usually his own. I want to take him by surprise for once instead.
I get in my car and make the drive with my head in almost a daze, parking next to the only other car in the small pull-off from the road; his car. I hop out, my black combat boots make soft thuds on the needle-strewn walk. It isn’t a far stroll before I hear his tires. He must have been finishing his ride, on his way back already, as he came down the trail toward me.
I stepped to the side as he put the brakes on, smiling confused with what he was seeing. The look in his eyes is like nothing I had seen there before. Something stormy and then gone replaced by playful and receptive.
“Hey there, Kitten. What’re you doing here?” He asks with a knowing smirk. He knows why I’ve come here. To his place. “I dunno...” I trail off. He looks brilliant, his tight biking shirt and shorts clinging to his muscular physique in such a way that it makes me melt a bit just seeing him and my words come less easy. It pops into my head then, the perfect reason to tell him why I’m there. “I missed you.” I say with a matter-of-fact that can’t be questioned... but he does... “Is that so? I think it may be a bit more than ‘missing’ me, isn’t it?” He says, dismounting the bike, the bulge in his shorts drawing my attention away from his piercing eyes for a split moment.
My reaction to him gave me away as he leaned his bike against a nearby fir tree and is next to me faster than I can blink. I nod an answer to his question and back myself into a cedar behind me, the bark rough against my back. He advances into me, pressing me further into the tree, his body against mine feels so strong as he leans down to kiss me hungrily. The musk of his sweaty skin and the earth he’s been riding through fills my nose, intoxicating me. His hands are holding my face, tilting it up to him, and then one hand slips into my hair and tangles a fist of my auburn locks, pulling lightly and keeping my head tilted up. His lips move from mine, skimming down my chin and neck to the tops of my breasts. “Is this what you had in mind when you decided to follow me out here?” He asks me and takes a nibble of my shoulder that sends chills down my spine. “Uh huh...” Is all I can manage as a reply and he pulls my hair tighter and thrusts his hips against mine, pinning me against the tree. I can feel his cock now, hard pressed against me. The thin fabric layers between us not hiding anything as my hips rock against his and I am lost in his nibbles and kisses.
My hands reach to hold him, touch him, feel his hard body... but he backs away. Letting go. Leaving me with questions running through my brain. He takes two steps back and looks at me thoughtfully. Really seeing me. His eyes are on me. Seeing right through me. I see the want in his eyes, but there’s something else now. Something wild. “You might regret this, Kitten... but I had hoped you would come here one day.” He says as he goes to his bike and takes a few bungee cords from it. “Just never in such a... delightful... outfit.” He comes over, kisses me again and grabs hold of one of my hands this time. He wraps a cord around the wrist and with a “stay right there” he takes the cord and appears at my other side to wrap the other end of it to the other wrist. He kisses up my taught arm to my shoulder. One of his hands runs up the inside of my leg, lightly brushing over the top of my stockings, lifting my skirt, letting the breeze flirt with my thighs. He lightly touches the front of my panties. “Wet already? That’s My Good Girl.” He says, lifting my dress higher and getting on his knees in front of me. He starts to pull down my panties and I squirm a bit, the tight cord and the tree bark digging into me of less concern than the thought of complete exposure outside. I have my weird things: this is one. He knows it. We’ve discussed my silly fears before. He looks up at me. “You are mine,” he says as he tucks my flowing dress into the top of my bra, leaving his hands free to remove my panties, “I’ll take care of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say looking down at him, locked in his eyes as he undoes my boots one at a time and sets them aside. Then he slips off my underwear and balls it up in his fist. He then takes one of my legs and places it on his shoulder, his face now so close to my dripping pussy I can’t breathe. I can’t watch. I look away as I feel his tongue glide along my thigh and I whimper when he reaches my center. I slowly fall apart into him. I place more weight on his shoulder, the tree at my back, the cord around my wrists, as I get lost in his tongue moving and darting and making me sigh and moan and whimper and thrust and...
he stops.
“Not yet. Good Girls wait for approval, right Kitten?” He asks removing my leg from his shoulder and standing me upright. I nod as best I can through the fog that’s filled my mind. He looks me in the eye “you’ve been much too loud, though,” he explains as he shoves my panties into my mouth. “Best to keep it down so no one hears us.” I can taste myself on the panties. He takes his shorts down and I see his cock is so hard already I can imagine it rearranging my internal organs with his first deep thrust into my pelvis. I moan through my gag, my need for him coursing through me like waves of a hurricane.
He steps up into the space in front of me, and I feel my body pressing into the tree bark again. His hands run down my sides, down to my bottom and then he lifts me. I feel his cock rub against my wetness. His cockhead finds my opening and I feel him recognize it. We stay like that. On the precipice. It feels like forever. In that moment with our eyes locked. Then he plunges into me. His whole depth. I gasp and almost lose the gag as I feel him so deep so fast. I feel stretched tight and there is the visceral feeling I’ve been craving in my pelvis. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me. He starts to rock his hips, and it feels like I’m going to explode in flames. He sinks his teeth into my neck and I know I’m so close to losing myself. He feels it too as I whimper against him.
“Now, Kitten. Cum for me.”
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