If you go down to the woods today…

So, some of you may have read about a recent encounter in the car park in the woods on my Twitter feed.  I have included it below, but also wanted to share what then happened on a subsequent woodland encounter

[Note: The latter part of this blog does include some Consenting to Non-Consensual play]

The First Woodland Encounter

He texted me with instructions of where and when to meet.  Dusk, a big car park in the woods near where I live

I was to reverse park at the end of the car park.  To turn my car lights off, open the driver window, unlock the driver door and undo my seatbelt.  I was to look at the passenger door and wait

I arrived, wearing a cute little fitted jumper, black skirt, hold ups – and did I mention I was instructed to be knicker free

I was very nervous, that delicious sexual anticipation

I could not see his car.  I wondered if I was in the right place.  My nerves heightened my arousal

It made me jump as I felt a big hand caressing my neck.  I think I whimpered slightly

My mind played tricks on me, wondering if it was definitely him or some stranger

I did not dare disobey and look at him

I felt myself get wet with his first touch

His hands were authoritative, moving my hair aside and starting to fondle me

I turned slightly to look at him, but he turned my face away

I kept facing away.  His big hands slid inside my jumper so he could caress my breasts.  He fondled them as he found my nipples, playing, tugging gently, hearing my moans

Then slowly his hands moved lower to my skirt, investigating to check I had hold ups on and no knickers

His hands moved between my legs and I moaned harder, wanton with need for him

I was aware of car headlights passing and I wondered if they could see me spreading my legs hungrily

His big hands caressed my sex, his touch was exquisite.  My right hand moved to stroke his bulge

His strong hands forced my legs wider.  I whimpered

His fingers caressed my slit.  I moaned, I bucked.  I was desperate for more

His fingers pressed inside me, and I started to moan wildly.  I started to lose control

“Please” hovered on my lips

Then he started to move his fingers inside me, it felt wonderful, amazing.  I was on the verge of my climax

He still refused to let me properly look at him

His fingers moved to my clit and I moaned harder.  My body tensed and exploded on his fingers as my orgasm overwhelmed me

And then he used his fingers again, driving me to orgasm after orgasm

My juices squirted all over the car seats as he fondled and caressed and rubbed

It was exquisite

A month or so later I was lying in bed and thinking back to that delicious encounter.  I was a rather aroused and started to fantasise about a second encounter.  Obviously, I then needed to share my fantasy scene with him….

The Second Woodland Encounter

We discussed the scene fully including safe words and exactly what I was agreeing to

I arrived at the same car park in the early evening.  The sun had set, and it was dark and deserted in the car park

I felt a surge of nervous excitement – a thrill of delicious apprehension running through me

I climbed out of the car.  I did not like the feel of walking alone towards the woods in the dark.  Yet, I knew he was hiding somewhere nearby.  We had agreed he would be watching me the whole time so I would never actually be alone – and his texted, confirming he was there, was waiting on my phone when I had arrived at the car park

I shivered – from nerves as well as from the cool evening air

I took a deep breath to steady myself and continued walking into the tree line

Then I felt an arm close around my waist and as I went to cry out, a second hand closed over my mouth

I felt both terrified and aroused

He forced me deeper into the woods.  The arm around my waist both manhandling me, but also supporting me if I stumbled

He had not uttered a word and again my mind played games with me, a flicker of concern wondering if it was genuinely him.  I could feel my heart racing

I was pushed against a tree and his hand moved from my waist, grabbing my ponytail instead.  Finally, I heard his voice and knew it was him.  He growled against my ear, “Don’t you dare make a sound or this will not end well for you”

Adrenaline coursed through me

He released his hand from my mouth, and I did not dare make a sound

His arm came around me, grabbing at my cleavage in the low-cut top he had told me to wear.  “Wandering around the woods with these big tits on display for anyone to see, like some sort of little slut”

I felt a jolt of humiliation and I felt myself getting slicker between my legs

His hand grabbed at my breasts, groping them roughly, pulling at my nipples.  The other hand remained firmly on my ponytail, keeping me exactly where he wanted me

And then the hand left my breasts and pushed up under my skirt.  His fingers gripped hard on my tights and he ripped the flimsy material open

I felt the cool air between my legs.  I felt so exposed to him now

I heard him pause for a moment.  I heard the sound of him unzipping his jeans

I was forced harder against the tree.  He pulled on my ponytail, making me arch my back

He pushed my knickers to one side and I felt the head of his cock against my opening

I cried out as he started to push into me

My cry resulted in a firm slap across my right cheek.  “Silence” he barked

I could feel his cock pushing against me again.  And then him hissing in my ear, “So fucking tight”

His shoe kicked against my right ankle, forcing my legs wider apart

I felt his two fingers push against my opening, I tried to struggle, to twist my body away.  He tugged sharply on my ponytail, twisting my head to one side.  I heard the sound of him spitting and then the feel of his saliva landing on my cheek

“Stay still”.  He pinned me in place and penetrated me with his fingers.  “Relax your fucking cunt for me” he spat

And then his fingers were gone, and his thick cock was entering me.  His cock’s big and I felt every inch of him stretching me as he forced inside

He held me there and fucked me hard.  “This is what your holes are for.  For me to use for my pleasure” he grunted as he thrust

He drove into me again and again.  I could hear the rasp in his throat, and I knew he was close.  I tightened myself around him, forcing him over the edge.  His familiar groan as he emptied himself into me

And as he recovered his demeanour instantly changed.  He gently turned me around to face him.  He stroked my hair reassuringly.  “Was that okay?” he asked, genuine concern written all over him

I smiled back at him “Oh yes it was”.  And I bit my lower lip “But, please, I want…”

He did not need to hear my stammered request.  He knew exactly what I wanted

He kissed me passionately and his fingers moved between my legs again.  They immediately found my clit and he caressed it perfectly, driving me into an exquisite orgasm.  The intensity of the encounter spilling from me

“More” was all I could moan

He pushed two fingers inside me, bending them skilfully around to find that perfect spot, while his thumb remained locked on my clit.  I cried out as orgasm upon orgasm engulfed me

And then he just held me and kissed me and stroked me.  He did not rush me in anyway, knowing I needed that extra reassurance.  Only when he felt me start to shiver in the cold, did he gently lead me back to the car

The only question now is whether there will be a Third Woodland Encounter….