I Thought I Was On A Countryside Date With A Shy Guy, Until He Told Me To Open My Mouth. [F21, M20][Nerd to Stud][Outdoor][Oral giving/recieving][Doggy/Badger style]

“So that was a half-caff double-shot soy caramel macchiato with an extra pump of vanilla syrup?” I confirmed. Fuck's sake, I wish one of these fuckers would just order a flat white.

I pushed the buttons and pulled the levers to conjure the crazy concoction, happy to have my hands busy and mouth free to carry on my conversation with Jenna.

“And then he just pulled out, came all over the place, muttered something about work in the morning, and passed out. I mean, the restaurant was amazing, he's really something to look at, but he fucks like an old man.”

I glanced over my shoulder, and the lady who ordered the “coffee” quickly looked away, pretending not to listen.

“You need someone more appreciative, Chase, Stop chasing these fuckboys and go get someone who would really appreciate a girl like you!” Jenna opined.

“What? Like that guy?” I laughed, pointing to the corner table where a young guy sat, nursing a cappuccino and looking nervous.

“Yeah, why not? He's kind of cute behind the glasses,” Jenna suggested.

I looked at him with different eyes. When he came in, he was so quiet and unassuming, I barely noticed him. Now I saw him.

He wore his dark hair curly and low over his brow, as if hiding; his glasses thick and attention-stealing; his clothes clean but uninspiring. But good bone structure, a little husky but not unattractive…fuck it. I threw Jenna a wink, draped a towel over my arm, and went to work.

I spoke to him for a few minutes, asked him out, but he told me he had plans tonight he couldn't cancel. A little back and forth, and I invited myself to go with him to whatever it was he had to do.

Don't play hard to get with me, sunshine, I get what I want. A little confused, a little baffled, I came back to Jenna, a vacant look on my face.

“Well?” she asked eagerly.

“Um…I'm going badger watching.”

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So that's how I ended up on my belly, in the moon-lit night, in some godforsaken farmer's field.

I admitted to myself; things had gotten out of my control.

His name was Kevin, and he'd picked me up from mine and driven us an hour into the countryside.
The journey had been awkward at first, but his fumbling, stuttering questions had been cute; he'd just let me talk, and then he’d ask more questions. He actually appeared to be listening.

It occurred to me, finally that I should be more nervous about travelling out into the country, alone, with a guy I just met, but I didn't feel nerves at all.
There was something about Kev, I thought as I stared at him from the passenger seat, that put me at ease. Maybe his kind words or his steady assured gaze on the road that actually made me feel safe.

I'd arrived in his car in a cute blue dress and heels, obviously stupid in hindsight; I'd just automatically dressed in date mode. He'd laughed and said not to worry. So now I lay with my short dress tucked into borrowed baggy camo trousers and my cunningly designed cleavage hidden beneath a borrowed camo jacket, staring at the green and black landscape presented to me through the night vision goggles.

“Kev, when are we actually going to see a badger?” I asked, trying to hide my boredom.

“I think, if we're quiet,” he said pointedly, “then before midnight.”

I sat quietly for another million years.

“Why badgers?” I asked wretchedly.

“Well, Chase, the badger is one of nature's most majestic creatures…” he began, then proceeded to speak so eloquently, so passionately, I was hooked. I didn't hear a single word he said, but his bright eyes and enthusiasm, his animated joy at the subject, it was intoxicating. I'd never heard someone speak so vehemently about anything, and I got lost in the wash of his words, all the time assessing him through my night vision goggles. He really wasn't bad-looking; in the car, I'd noticed he had green eyes, which I loved, and now he showed me a nice smile.

“You didn't hear a word of that, did you? Sorry, Chase, am I boring you?”

I was a little surprised at the question. By all accounts, he should have been, but he wasn't.

We settled again into a watchful quiet. I scanned the hedgerows with the goggles, then the sloping hillside in the distance, getting used to the eerie green shade produced by the night vision.

Damn it. We were alone in a field, miles from the next living person. I was going to do it, I decided.

“Kev, I'm a little cold,” I pouted, knowing that was a signal to every man I'd been out with that I was ready for a little contact.

I heard him rustle, then felt his thick coat being draped over me. My “thank you” choked in my throat in confusion.

That was slightly disappointing but actually really sweet. I saw his silhouette lie back down, so I shuffled closer until we were shoulder to shoulder and shared his coat-cum-blanket over us both. I felt him tense at my proximity, then relax.

We lay in silence again, but this time it felt different, as if something subtle had charged the atmosphere. It was an expectant moment.

Eventually, I asked, “Kev? How do badgers fuck?”

I loved the following silence even more.

“Er…well…um…there's biting, and a lot of noise,” he explained cautiously.

“Mmmhmm?...that sounds fun,” I said innocently, eyes facing forward, viewing the set through the goggles.

“Ahem…yeah, sure…” he stammered.

If I left things in Kev's hands, then we'd be here all night. I decided to just ask for what I wanted.

“Kev?” I asked sweetly, “would you like to fuck me right here and now?” I asked, still staring straight ahead.

More expectant silence stretched out agonizingly until I felt his hand push my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. His hands took the goggles off me, then caressed my cheek, then…he kissed me, strong but soft, teasing and gentle. Oh my! This was unexpected, this assertiveness. He had been so bumbling up to now, but the way he took control of me was steady and confident. My question seemed to have flicked a switch.

I kissed him back, suddenly urgent, suddenly desperate for him.

He stopped and looked down at me, his features highlighted in the moonlight.

He pulled the zipper of my jacket so slowly, the noise of it loud in the silence of the night. Just this simple act made me feel a warm rush in my pussy. I sat up on my elbows and shrugged it off, then he pushed me softly back down. He stroked the moonlit skin of my neck, sending chills through me, letting his fingers drag down towards my breasts, only barely covered by the light summer dress I'd worn to our meet-up.

“Kevin, I…” I started, but his finger came to shush my lips; it made me feel hot and helpless. He used the finger to trace my lower lip before pushing it into my mouth. Instinctively, I licked and sucked it.

I was in shock; this wasn't how I'd thought this would go. I thought I'd have to lead him by his dick, but he was suddenly cool and in control. I…I…liked it.

I heard his zips and the rustle of his clothes and realized he was undressing. I took the opportunity to shuffle out of the baggy trousers I'd borrowed, leaving me bare-legged on the grass. He was completely naked, the light of the moon picking out his shape. I couldn't help a glance down to see what I was working with, but that part of him remained tantalizingly shrouded in shadow.

But not for long. He straddled my chest, and his dick took up the entire focus of my world. Oh yes. I could work with this…good God. Maybe that was where he got this unexpected sexual confidence from? He rolled his jacket up into a makeshift pillow and placed it under my head, then pushed his erection down to tease my mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and I obeyed. “Tongue,” he added, and I again obeyed.

I realized I was breathless with anticipation, watching him stroke himself, watching me be his obedient little slut. He danced his tip along my tongue before pushing himself further into my willing mouth. I closed my eyes and let him gently rock his hips, fucking my mouth.

“Fuck…good girl…”

Oh! You didn't just “good girl” me? Fuck, but I couldn't stop myself from responding by swirling my tongue around the underside of his tip. I was a fucking good girl.

My arms were pinned to my side, but he reached back and took my wrist, guiding my hand under my skirt. His hand stayed on top of mine, controlling my movements, pushing my fingers to explore my wet knickers, finding the shape of my clit under the thin fabric, and making me moan around his big dick that stuffed my mouth.

“Make yourself nice and wet for me, Chase, get that pussy dripping for me.”

Yes, sir. On it. Don't worry about that. I could feel my knickers were sodden. I found the hem and pushed underneath, finding my lips slick and swollen. His hand pushed mine out of the way, and he pressed two fingers into me. I couldn't stop my hips rolling and jerking, my body begging for this penetration. Fuck, but this cock was going to feel incredible fucking me!

He swung his leg off me and pulled me up so he could pull my dress off over my head, and I completed my undressing by sliding out of my thong. He stopped momentarily to admire my nudity. I should have felt the chill in the air, but I was too hot with desire; the soft grass prickled my bare skin and made it feel like my whole body was reacting.

He took my hand that had been between my thighs and licked and sucked each finger in turn.

“You taste so fucking good, Chase. I need more.”

And with that, I was flat on my back, Kevin pushing my legs up over my head, lifting my naked ass and glistening pussy into the air. He was on his knees and didn't have to bend far to bury his face into me.

“Oh shit, fuck, Kev, just like that…” I started to babble; his tongue felt incredible, he hit all the right buttons, and I was quickly on the verge, unselfconsciously moaning my pleasure into the quiet night sky. He was noisy too. He was unabashed, obviously enjoying himself, moaning and loudly lapping at my gushing pussy.

“Your cunt tastes so good, baby.”

The word took me back. I mean, I wasn't a prude, but no one had talked about me like that before, but the overflowing tingle that bloomed through me made me realize I loved it. He was sucking on my clit, two fingers plunging into me; blood rushed to my head, and I think I may have blacked out as I came.

He released me, letting my legs fall back down, before manhandling me onto all fours.

He pushed my legs open until my knees sank into the soft earth. He pushed my head down, and I knew how he wanted me, so I assumed the arched position he desired.

“You are being such a good little slut for me,” he commented. I gave my ass a little wiggle in response, eliciting a sharp spank that cracked into the night like a gunshot. Oh god, I'd be any kind of slut for this man right now.

He slid his tip between my slick lips.

“You want this?” he asked, “do you want this big cock in your tight little hole?”

I whined as close to an affirmative as I could manage.

“Fucking beg me for it,” he demanded, slipping the first inch into me as an encouragement.

I couldn't have imagined what this unassuming guy was going to do to me, and if you'd told me a day ago I'd have been on all fours literally pleading with him to fuck me, I'd not have believed you, but here I was.

“Oh please, baby, baby, I need it so bad, I fucking need your huge cock so fucking…” The rest of my begging was lost as his firm thrust stole my breath and also my sanity. My fists grabbed handfuls of grass that tore from the ground as he started to properly give me his dick. His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up. He leaned down and bit the nape of my exposed neck, and I screamed more pleasure-tinted expletives into the black, star-speckled sky.

The slaps of our lovemaking, the untethered squeals and whines of my orgasm, his heavy breaths and grunts of effort all filled the night; it felt wild and free, almost animalistic to be fucking, exposed and bare to the night, and I lost myself in that feeling. I came over and over, each time fast on the heels of the last; I'd never experienced anything like it.

“Kev, you've fucked me so good, baby, I want you to cum, oh god baby, I want your cum,” I encouraged him, feral with lust.

He pulled out of me, accompanied by a disgustingly horny noise, and stood.

I was a good girl, I was a good little slut, and I knew what to do. I was on my knees with my lips around him in no time, tasting myself on his straining cock. Fuck, my cunt did taste good.

He pushed his hands through my hair and held the back of my head. My cue to get ready. His whole body stiffened, and I felt his first twitch on my tongue before a jet of hot cum shot into my throat. I kept my mouth sealed around him and swallowed every thick spurt he gifted me, and it felt like a lot, but I was his good girl now, and I wouldn't waste a drop.

I judged him done, and immediately all the tension left my body, and I collapsed in a messy puddle, back on the soft grass. He dropped to his knees and fell next to me, pulling me onto his chest. We lay naked and free and stared at the stars, hands gently stroking one another's bare skin, both too spent to utter a word but in the most perfect silence of the night, until finally Kev spoke,

“I think we may have scared the badgers off.”