One time Logan and I went to visit this nature center. It was a mild day during the week and the parking lot was empty. Logan explained that it was because most people parked in the main lot, but we were in an ancillary lot about two miles away because he thought I’d enjoy a walk through the woods. “Maybe if you give me a kiss first,” I said, and naturally he gave me a kiss first. Maybe a hundred kisses, and I was just about ready to go in the backseat.

The path led through a pine forest. The ground was nice and soft with pine straw. The air was so clean and fresh smelling. The only thing was I was still a little excited from making out in the car, and the seam of my jeans was rubbing my clit with every step.

“Maybe we should go back,” I suggested to Logan.

“Why?”

“In case there’s a bear?”

“There could be a bear,” he said. “Or a mountain lion.”

“Really?”

“More likely we’ll see some squirrels, or maybe a beaver,” Logan said.

“Beaver,” I repeated, conscious again of my erect clit. “How come they call a girl’s pussy beaver?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said.

“And how come they call a guy’s penis a squirrel? Is it because of his nuts?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said. “I didn’t know they called a guy’s penis a squirrel.”

“I heard that someplace,” I told him. “I heard that for their size male squirrels are very well endowed.”

“Really?” Logan questioned.

“Take yours out so I can compare,” I told him.

“You want to compare my penis to a squirrel’s?” he said.

“No, I just want to see your penis. If you take it out now, when we get to that big tree up ahead, I’ll suck it.”

Sure enough, Logan unzipped his pants and took out his cock.

And when we got to the big tree I sucked it.

I love the taste of his cock. I love the taste of his sap.

Outdoor blowjobs are so refreshing! Exhilarating. The fresh air goes so good with the taste of Logan’s cock. And the possibility of discovery, of being come upon in the middle of Logan fountaining into my mouth—that ever-present hint of danger adds to the excitement. I wonder what I’d do if someone did happen by. It not something I’m hoping for, but that doesn’t mean I’m not proud to suck Logan’s cock, to coax it into orgasm, to swallow his lovely seed. Afterwards I’m proud of having his sperm in my tummy. I like to think of it in there, part of me for a time. That doesn’t make me a cannibal; it makes me his lover; his love.

This time we were not come upon, though I was, in a way, because enough of his cock got free of my mouth during one of the first jolts that some semen splattered my sweater. I recaptured him and gobbled down the rest of his ejaculations. I love to keep him in my mouth as his climax ebbs and his swollen cock diminishes, only to reassert itself after some gentle, loving sucks to a stiffness suitable for a very long-lasting fuck. I get so wet while his cock fattens in my mouth—my cunt knowing the pleasures of penetration remain but a few minutes away. Though we’d seen no one in these woods, I knew we wouldn’t go all the way. Too risky, or so some inner sense told me, but I got soaking wet anyway, so when I finally let him go and tucked him gently into his underwear, half swollen, coated with my kiss juice, it was with some reluctance. I so wanted him deep inside me.