The late morning sun cast a warm glow, chasing away the last remnants of the mysterious early morning mist. The air around the campsite felt refreshingly clear, a welcome change. The scents of damp earth, cool pine resin, and faint smoke from the newly lit fire mingled perfectly. The crackling bonfire radiated a gentle warmth over the conversation circle.
The rich aroma of fresh coffee wafted from the stainless steel mugs in everyone's hands, creating an atmosphere of relaxation and contentment...
"That location is absolutely prime, Julian," Damian chimed in, his voice brimming with an enthusiasm unseen in ages. His eyes sparkled with a renewed hope; after surviving the hallucinatory crisis, he seemed full of life again. "If we can secure that corner spot right in front of the university... I've run the numbers. Sales will be explosive, guaranteed."
"Exactly, Damian!" Julian agreed, his excitement matching Damian's. "Students pass by all day long. And if we turn the second floor into a co-working space... Oh man, I can't even imagine!"
The conversation, filled with dreams and future plans, continued with lively energy...
But for two people sitting pressed closely together on a log, sharing a single blanket... their world was being rocked by an entirely different situation.
Owen smirked as he sipped his black coffee. He feigned nods, pretending to follow his friends' conversation, but his entire focus was on what was happening beneath the thick wool blanket draped over his lap... and hers.
His right hand was stroking and kneading the inside of Clara's thigh, enjoying the sensation. He felt the smooth skin tense slightly beneath her shorts, but soon, he slowly moved his hand away...
This made Clara, who sat stiffly beside him, let out a quiet sigh of relief... but it was only momentary. The next second, her eyes widened in panic as she felt that warm, rough hand hadn't gone far... In fact, it was invading her body even more intensely!
His palm moved past the elastic waistband of her shorts, sliding underneath to press flat against her thin lace panties... landing directly on her most sensitive, damp spot!
"Ah!"
She instinctively tensed her hips, almost letting a moan escape. Fortunately, she managed to raise her coffee mug to her lips just in time. The steam from the coffee momentarily concealed her crimson face.
"Are you okay, Clara?" Julian asked, concerned by her strange reaction.
"Ah... I'm fine. The coffee's just a little hot," she replied, her voice trembling, forcing the most natural smile she could muster.
Clara gripped the stainless steel mug in her hand... so tightly her knuckles turned white... using it as an anchor to stop herself from giving anything away.
'Damn it... He... How can he be so bold!' she screamed internally. 'We're outdoors! Damian and Julian are sitting right here! Isn't he afraid they'll catch on!'
She tried desperately to nod along with the conversation about the coffee shop, but her face was turning as red as a ripe tomato. Her breathing grew noticeably short, and small beads of sweat formed at her hairline, even though the air wasn't hot at all.
And then, it got worse... Owen's rough fingers beneath the blanket began their "work," playful and merciless.
His thumb pressed down on her mound, deliberately grinding against the hard nub that met his touch through the damp fabric, while his firm middle finger began to slide into the wet entrance of her sex, which was already twitching hungrily for him!
Sliiiide...
The pleasure that shot from that spot straight to her brain stem made Clara's mind go blank. Heat flooded her body until she felt feverish. Her legs began to tremble, and she had to use all her strength to squeeze her thighs together, trying to clamp his hand and stop it from invading deeper... but it seemed to have no effect.
The rhythm of his fingers was slow... deliberate... yet firm and precise... He was tormenting her cold-bloodedly.
'I... I can't take much more of this...' Clara bit her lower lip, her body twitching slightly with the rhythm of his fingers. 'If... If I accidentally come right now... Damian will definitely notice!'
Clara realized in that instant that if this continued, everything would be ruined!
The pleasure surging from Owen's fingertips was too intense. It was about to shred her last bit of self-control. If she let an embarrassing moan escape, or worse... if she orgasmed and convulsed violently in front of Damian... that would be the end.
She had to find a way out of this situation... No...
She glanced at Owen's handsome, teasing face. He was still sipping his coffee, completely at ease, pretending to listen intently while one hand was 'punishing' her with relish...
...She had to find the perfect 'excuse' to drag this 'culprit,' who was smiling so nonchalantly, away and settle this! Her body was screaming for him... She wanted his big cock, right now!
Clara took a deep breath, trying to regather her scattered wits. She pretended to shift her seating position slightly (which only ground Owen's fingertips harder against her most sensitive spot) before pulling her smartphone from her pocket, feigning a serious email check.
She stared at the bright screen for a moment before pretending to widen her eyes and exclaim in shock, "Oh! Good heavens! How could I have forgotten something so important!"
Her sudden outburst worked like a charm! The lively discussion about the coffee shop stopped abruptly. Damian and Julian turned to look at her, surprised.
"What is it, my love?" Damian asked immediately, concerned.
Clara looked up, playing her part flawlessly. Her face was a mask of fake panic (which was almost indistinguishable from her real excitement). "I... I completely forgot! The client for my photoshoot sent an urgent email confirming the contract! I have to answer him right now!"
She deftly used the "photoshoot" a side job Damian already knew about as her excuse. Before anyone could interject, she turned sharply to Owen, who was watching her with a knowing, sly smirk.
"Owen! You have to come with me!" she said, her tone serious, decisive, and so urgent it was almost a command. "You're the one who manages all my contracts. I can't do this alone... Ugh! But the phone signal here is terrible. Maybe it's better up on that hill."
She pointed toward the dense line of trees in the distance... a perfectly secluded spot.
Clara didn't give anyone a second to question or object. She tossed the blanket aside, shot to her feet, grabbed Owen's wrist tightly, and immediately started pulling him along.
"You two keep talking! This is really urgent! We'll be right back!"
Owen put on a show, sighing and shrugging at Damian and Julian, as if to say, 'Can't be helped, work is work.' He then allowed himself to be dragged away by Clara's surprising strength (fueled by her overwhelming desire).
The two of them quickly disappeared into the dense trees, leaving behind two bewildered men sitting by the fire.
Julian watched them go with a slightly confused look. "Wow... What's the big rush? Must be a really major client."
Damian just shook his head and smiled, not suspecting a thing. He remained optimistic and always trusted his wife. "Well... work is work. It's a good thing Owen is helping her with the contract. Clara's never been good with that sort of paperwork."
He took a sip of his coffee before turning back to Julian, the fire of the entrepreneur back in his eyes. "Alright, where were we? The location in front of your university, right? I think that spot..."
Damian returned to his business plan enthusiastically, completely unaware that the real 'urgent business' was just getting started in the woods not far away.
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Clara dragged Owen deeper into the dense woods, her pace frantic. She stumbled over roots and pushed through low bushes, ignoring the small branches that scratched at her arms and legs. The desire she had held back for so long had finally burst forth like a broken dam. All her consciousness was incinerated, leaving only the raw, primal instinct that now consumed her.
This part of the forest was thick and silent, about 200 meters from the campsite. The sound of the stream and the men's voices had faded completely, replaced by the whisper of wind through the pines and the smell of damp earth mingling with another, unique sweet fragrance... the scent of her own fully aroused body.
She stopped abruptly, glancing around quickly to be sure... and as soon as she was certain they had reached a perfectly hidden spot... behind a thick cluster of bushes and a massive oak tree...
...Her breaking point arrived.
She let go of his wrist... and spun around, using all her strength to shove Owen against the trunk of the massive tree!
THUD!
Owen's broad back slammed against the rough bark with a dull thud, but he felt no pain. He stood still, letting her pin him between her body and the tree... and gazed at his 'handiwork' with a satisfied smile.
Clara's face was flushed as if she had a high fever. She was panting heavily, the ragged breaths escaping her parted lips, causing her full breasts to heave violently beneath her thin shirt. Her eyes were glazed with desire. All her shame and fear (of Damian finding out) had been completely overwhelmed by a raw, savage 'hunger.'
"You... You're insane!" she forced out a voice that was shaky and hoarse. "Do you have any idea how much I've been suffering... how much I'm craving you right now!"
Clara didn't wait for Owen to reply. She lunged forward and kissed him!
Mmmph! Chwop! Mmm~
Her hot, wet tongue plunged into his mouth, aggressive and famished, chasing and tangling with his own tongue in a frenzy. She sucked at his lips as if trying to inhale his very soul... The taste of his black coffee mixed with her excitement was intoxicating.
Owen smiled into the kiss, meeting her assault with equal fervor. One hand slid into her soft black hair to cup the back of her neck, forcing her to accept an even deeper, more savage kiss. His other hand moved down to squeeze her rounded hip, digging his fingers in.
While they were still locked in that primal, tongue-tangling kiss... Clara's hands worked with trembling urgency. She fumbled clumsily for his belt... the metal buckle clicked as she finally undid it... and she ripped the zipper of his jeans all the way down with a loud 'ZRRRIP!'
The instant the zipper was down... Owen's 12-inch, rigid cock sprang 'POING!' free, slapping against her flat stomach... Even through the fabric, she could feel its searing heat and unyielding hardness pressing into her!
"Oof!"
Clara recoiled slightly in shock. She looked down at 'that thing' which now stood tall, pointing right at her... It was huge... scalding hot... and veined so thickly it was frightening... Her gaze was a mixture of terror and unconcealable fascination.
She swallowed hard... a loud 'Gulp'... before she gathered her courage... and reached out her trembling hand... gripping it firmly in her palm!
Fwump!
She felt its overwhelming size and frightening heat... It throbbed in her hand as if it were alive...
Clara looked up to meet his eyes again, her own gaze now even more watery and bloodshot.
"I can't wait anymore... my love~" Her voice was a desperate, breathless plea. "You have to take responsibility for me... right now!"
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