The tension between us had been building for weeks, a silent storm of longing and restraint. Every glance, every brush of his fingers against my skin sent a shiver through me, awakening a desire I had tried to ignore.
But tonight, he was pushing my limits,teasing, testing, and unraveling my patience with every touch.
Just as I was teetering on the edge, breath hitching, he pulled away. “Stay here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’ll be right back.” And just like that, I was left alone, pulse racing, body aching for more.
When I heard him call, concerned something had happened to him, I rushed over, finding his horse with the reins hanging down, making me fear he had fallen off.
When I located him, he was completely naked in a creek and urged me to join him.
I removed my clothes and stepped into the cool water, which made my nipples hard and sent waves of pleasure to my clit, teasing me further.
As I approached, he provocatively asked what trouble he would be in if he touched me. He couldn’t resist and soon his fingers found my wetness, prompting a serious warning from me.
He pulled me close for a passionate kiss, then turned me around, bent me over, and entered me. The sensation was electric, and I climaxed instantly, my essence mixing with the water.
Afterward, I faced him and claimed him again, determined to get my fill. As I rode him, he excitedly played with my nipples, knowing it drove me wild.
Amidst our pleasure, I noticed movement in the grass behind me, a head vanished quickly, unnoticed by Max, who was too engrossed in our passionate moment.
I covered his ears to keep him unaware of the potential observer, continuing my rhythmic movement, enjoying every moment of our secret rendezvous.
What I witnessed next left me in a mix of shock and arousal. Someone had my wet knickers and brought them to his mouth, indicating it was a man. I tried to focus on him while keeping my eyes partially closed.
He knelt down, unzipped his jeans, and began pleasing himself while licking my knickers and watching us. As I neared another orgasm, I urged Max to suck harder and stimulate my clit.
I wanted him to eat me out and make me squirt, so I stood up, held his head, and took control.
When I announced I was about to squirt, Max increased his pace. I released my squirt all over Max and the water just as the voyeur climaxed into my knickers. He quickly left to avoid being seen, and Max finally noticed him.
We rinsed off and returned to gather our things, where I found my scrunched knickers, which I rinsed out in the creek before stashing them in the saddlebag. We mounted our horses to resume cattle herding.
Upon arrival, I spotted the voyeur again on his horse, who revealed he knew about our ride from Bradley and had come to assist, only to have watched us. He was one of the neighbors. I longed for another encounter with Max in nature, but we had to leave for my uncle’s farm the next morning until Sunday.
