Chapter 22

The path opened up and encircled both sides of a pond. He pulled me to the left. Once again he knew where we were going. After ten or fifteen minutes, Jay pointed to an overgrown narrow opening that veered off to the left. He looked behind us again, and guided me onto the trail that didn’t look like much of a path.

“No one comes this way, but I know a great spot.”

We came to a patch of grass beside some miniature rapids in a brook, and Jay took the backpack off his shoulder.

“I brought some dinner.”

I lightened on my feet. “More quail eggs?”

Jay smiled at me. “No, no quail eggs, no pâté and no Champagne. I brought us some sandwiches and a couple of beers. Since you didn’t seem to like the last picnic.”

My face dropped. “I loved the last picnic. It was just so snazzy, I’m not used to that.”

“Well, hope you’re used to pastrami on rye.”

“Love it.” I hugged him. “And I love this spot. It’s beautiful.”

“And no one ever comes here, I don’t even think the dogs have discovered it.”

I took my phone out of my pocket and held it up to take a selfie of us standing in front of the lake. Jay took my phone from my hand.

“I’ll take one of you.”

“But I wanted you in it.”

Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.

“Why can’t we have a picture together?”

“Because I don’t do photos.”

Confused, I smiled and tried to sound lighthearted. “What if I get my tits out in it?”

He laughed and sat on the grass. “You can get your tits out, just not in a photo with me.”

Butterflies filled my stomach. He said no one comes here. Why shouldn’t I? I pulled my top over my head. It was impossible to judge his reaction but I kept going. I reached around and undid my bra, then slid it off and dropped it on my shirt. Suddenly I felt very foolish, standing there topless in jeans out in the woods.

“You’re nuts.”

I shimmied my shoulders, to jiggle my tits. I carried on the motion as I walked to him until I was leaning over and shaking them in his face. He cupped them in his hands and licked around both my areolas.

He pulled me onto him. I straddled his lap, pressing my crotch as close to his as my jeans would allow. His hands were heavy on my sides, his palms tight against the sides of my tits. Our mouths met and he slid his hands over my back until he was cradling my head and waist.

Jay rolled us until I was lying with my naked back pressed into the grass and him on top of me. “You know, this had been my plan. I hadn’t expected to be greeted like that at your place.” He dug himself into me, and I could feel how hard he was beneath his jeans.

We kissed, then he broke off and trailed kisses down my neck and over my tits. Once my nipples were hard, his lips moved over my belly to the edge of my jeans. He swooped his hands over the curve of my waist before undoing my button and zipper. Jay sat up between my legs and pulled my jeans all the way off. His hands moved back to my underwear and yanked them hard. The now damp fabric tore as he ripped them, leaving me naked on the ground.

After taking off his shirt, he took his time going over me. Both hands and his mouth seemed to be in contact with me at all times, but in different places. He’d roll me onto my side, then examine my tits as gravity took them in a new direction. Repeatedly my pussy swelled, on the verge of spasm and he would sit back, or even stand, looking at me from different angles. Denying me an orgasm. Teasing me. Making me even more excited, as if that were possible.

“Please,” I kept saying.

My entire body jittered. I had never been so worked up, maintained at such an extreme state of arousal without release. Even my mind lost itself and spun around in a tizzy as if I’d been drinking. Well and truly, I was drunk on my own endorphins.

I’d given up begging. And at that moment, the moment when I quieted, when I was completely at his mercy, he pushed down his boxers and entered me. Before his cock was even all the way in me I was crashing in an orgasm that ripped through me with a ferocity that rivaled a volcanic eruption. I screamed as my pussy spasmed around his cock, now fully inside me.

Jay kept moving, and my orgasms hit one after the other until they melded into one giant plateau in the clouds.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Jay said. He released himself deep into me soon afterwards.

He rolled off me, and we laid in the grass recovering. I didn’t know how I was ever going to be able to walk back to the car. Every muscle in my body spasmed like mad.

Eventually we sat, and he passed me a can of beer. I rested my body against his for support as I sucked back the liquid. My panties were too torn to contemplate wearing so I put on my jeans and carefully zipped them up. We ate our sandwiches with no sense of rush. It seemed as though we were the only two people on earth.

My mind wandered, being out of the city was a reinforcement of life. A life Jay seemed to lead. How did he know about this hidden trail? Maybe he lived nearby. Or grew up nearby. I suddenly realized how little I knew about him. I didn’t even know where he lived.

“Do you live around here?”

“No, I live in the burbs.”

“How did you find this place?”

“Just came across it while hiking.”

I took another bite of my sandwich and chewed. He wasn’t exactly forthcoming. Should I keep asking questions? Yes, of course I should if I was actually going to have a relationship with this man.

“Did you grow up around here?”

“No.”

“Where did you grow up?”

He sighed, and I waited for him to answer. I took another bite and nudged him with my body.

“Lexington.”

“Kentucky?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” Lexington. Hometown of Matt. I couldn’t bear to think of him and changed the subject. “What’s your favorite sandwich meat?”

Jay looked at me and laughed. If his mouth hadn’t been full, I’m sure he would have kissed me.

We finished our topless picnic and dressed. Without any doubt, Jay was the most amazing fuck buddy imaginable. But fuck buddies didn’t arrange picnics in the woods. The entire way home I tried not to be consumed by the thought of what a great boyfriend I had. I really was in another relationship, and somehow I was okay with that. Better than okay. Content. Happy. Excited even.

Somehow Jay had calmed me into thinking Calvin wasn’t a threat. At least I had one less thing to worry about. When we’d talked in the woods, I had even told him about my mortgage troubles, but again somehow he calmed my fears. It was so easy talking to him. I knew I could tell him anything and he would have the right advice.

He walked me up to my condo, and though I’d begged him to stay the night, he had to be somewhere in the morning and left me on the sofa sometime around midnight.