Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. It's consenting adults over 18 the location is the only non fictitious aspect of the story.
October in Boise is always an alluring surprise and this day was no disappointment. It was a cold, windy October Saturday. I go to the tail gate party out of curiosity and because my boss insisted, I take you up in the offer.
"Good PR," he argued.
I planned on a quick Rendezvous, chatting with our clients then making a sly exit. I don't actually like football. However, when you come up to me, hugging me and whispering,"I'm glad you chose to come." Your breath, hot and seductive on my ear makes my Knees grow weak and I crave more of you. Others begin to show up the BSU tail gate party so you take my hand and without words, lead me away from the group. We take a walk to the river. I lead you to a secluded spot I know of. Wasting no time with nervous chit chat, you take me in your arms, I feel your heart beat as you press into me. Your heart quickens, soothing my own racing heart. You lift me onto a fallen log and lay your lips on my neck, slowly and softly kissing me, I moan quietly as your hand travels to my inner thighs. Pulling my skirt up to playfully tease my moistened area. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, instead I take a sharp breath in as I feel your fingers enter me. I caress the nape of your neck with my eager, lingering fingers and slowly massage down, laying my arms on the top of your strong shoulders. You gently lift me off the log, laying me onto the soft grass near it. You lay beside me, kissing my inviting lips with a savage hunger.
You unzip your jeans and lower them. Spreading my legs apart with a knee you enter me with a gentle thrust. I softly moan as you continue to move, rhythmically until we both climax, keeping our wits about us; breathing heavy yet not letting a sound escape so as to be stealth and attract no unwanted attention. You finish with one last, powerful thrust making my insides quiver with delight, we lay for a moment in a pile of sweat, tangled clothing and racing heart beats. You then rise, zip up your pants and gently raise me up, my legs still weak from the orgasm, we slowly walk back to the party, with no one noticing our exit.