Not What It Seems.There were no storms forecast at all. As an avid hiker, I came prepared with wet-weather gear but I did not bring a tent or any other such supplies. It was supposed to be about a day’s hike, 6 hours in, 6 hours out. I’ve done it a dozen times without trouble. I always check the weather multiple times before a hike. This morning was no different. I arrived at the head of the trail around 4:30 AM. I took some time getting my gear together and checking to make sure I had extra water and provisions in case I got held up for any reason and left a note on the windshield of my car with the coordinates I intended to hike to and the time I was expected back. I gave myself some leeway in case I got slowed down and put my return time as 7 PM. I also left my name on the note -Charlie- and my father’s name and number in case I didn’t return when I was supposed to. My dad insisted on that last part. “I need to know where to look if you don’t come home,” he would say. Now, my full name was Charlotte, but for as long as I could remember everyone called me Charlie. This worked out in my favor 90% of the time as I got jobs that would mostly go to guys and leaving my name on a note stating my path and return time didn’t put a target on my back. I was about a mile away from my destination when a hard downpour came out of nowhere. We had crystal blue skies and not a cloud in sight, then it was like the sky split open and just torrential rain poured down on me and the ground around me. I was on an incline and I was having a lot of difficulty getting up the hill. I ended up practically climbing up the side. I would have gone back down, but I was closer to the top than the bottom and there was nothing but trees back the way I came. A few hundred feet from the crest of the incline was a cave. With lightning crashing every few seconds, that cave was the absolute safest place for me to wait out the storm.I was muddy, and soaked through, but I made it to the cave, pulled my flashlight and hurried inside. I looked around to make sure it was empty. Last thing I wanted was to find refuge in a cave with a giant grizzly resting in it. No droppings, no food remnants, no musky a****l smells, overall I was pretty confident that a bear attack wouldn’t be an issue.I peeked outside of the cave and looked up and down the trail, no one in sight. I had at least a little while before someone came along and got the same idea to get out of the storm. I pulled off my boots and socks, pulled off my wet clothes and grabbed a towel and dry clothes and socks from my pack. I dried off and got the dry clothes on. They didn’t fit great. I apparently hadn’t updated my emergency back up clothing in some time. These were probably from the 9th grade. The leggings were tight and didn’t go completely to my ankles, the shorts were tighter and they did not fasten, but I did get them up on me, barely, and the t-shirt looked like a crop top. Thankfully my sweatshirt was over-sized like I always loved, but I imagine it was giant the last time I needed to use these clothes considering how tight the others were. I got my boots back on and lay my sweatshirt over my pack, I didn’t really need it yet, and set myself up in a corner of the cave on a flat rock, leaning back on my sweatshirt and pack as I used my flashlight and pulled out a book to read as the rain and thunder pounded on the ground outside. I just waited, there wasn’t a lot I could do otherwise. I was about three chapters into my book when I heard shuffling around the outside of the cave. I got a little nervous, thinking about various a****ls that might seek refuge from the storm. I threw on my sweatshirt, put my book down, then pointed my flashlight towards the cave entrance. A guy stumbled into the cave just as I flicked my flashlight up. He looked a bit spooked as he held his hand up to block the brightness of my light. “Sorry!” I said as I lowered it back towards the ground. “I didn’t expect to see anyone else along the trail,” he responded. He walked over towards me and I scooted over on the flat rock, “Did you see any reports on a storm before you left?” I asked.“Nope. It was supposed to be bright and sunny all day, zero chance of rain.” “Well, at least I know I wasn’t the only one misled. What’s your name?” I asked him. “Jake. You?”“Charlie,” I held my hand out and firmly grasped his in a handshake. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you Charlie, even if the circumstances are not ideal,” he laughed. He had a good laugh, deep and resonating. I smiled, “Which end of the trail were you coming from? Is it just straight mud?” “Copely station,” he said as he nodded, “and, yeah. I barely got here before the trail just washed out behind me. I considered turning around, but I was closer to this cave than the station. I thought maybe I could continue on to Bennet station, but that way is washed out too, the creek is basically a river now from what I could see at the crest out there. Which way did you come from?” “Bennet. My car is parked in the lot with a lovely note that is going to bring my dad a lot of unnecessary worry if the rain doesn’t let up soon.” He glanced back towards the entrance, “That storm is showing no signs of stopping. We should probably gather some dry wood and stones to build up a fire. The temps are already dropping out there.” I nodded and stood up, zipping my hoodie, “I’ll head deeper into the cave to see what I can find, you scout the entrance to see if there’s anything dry enough to salvage for firewood.”He started to say something but stopped himself and got up. I gave him a curious glance, “What were you going to say?” I asked. “Something I thought better of,” he replied with a laugh. “I was going to suggest I go into the cave because I’m a guy. But, you were actually bright enough to bring a dry change of clothes and I’m stuck in wet ones because I didn’t think I’d be gone long enough to warrant it. Clearly you are the better survivalist.” I smiled, “I’m glad you thought better of it. I also don’t see a flashlight anywhere on your pack,” I said as I held mine up and pointed to my extra one dangling from the back strap of my pack. “You’re welcome to it.” He shook his head, “I’m not completely ill-prepared, I was a soldier after all,” he dug into his backpack, and pulled out a lantern and a flashlight. He set the lantern up on the flat rock and took the flashlight with him over to the cave entrance to see if he could get some of the drier moss and vines to use as kindling. I emptied my pack onto the flat rock then went deeper into the cave in search of discarded branches and twigs that a****ls may have been kind enough to carry in. I was also hoping to find some good flat rocks to make a surround for the fire to keep it a bit more dry from the quickly dampening ground. I found a few decent little chewed up branches and even some oddly chewed chunks of wood that were a decent enough size to get a couple hours of burn time. I loaded my pack with some good stackable rocks and carried the wood haul back up to the main cavern with me. He was using some of the rocks around the chamber to start the pit. I dropped my pack next to him and lay the wood back on the flat rock. “Did you find anything burnable by the entrance?” I asked. He nodded, “A few vines, some moss on the inside of the rocks. Everything outside the cave is unusable right now, but I did bring some good sized branches inside, hopefully they’ll dry out enough to burn. The rain hasn’t let up at all. It’s kind of crazy out there.” I knelt down and started helping him build up the pit, layering the flat rock on the bottom to lift the wood away from the ground. He got a lighter from his pack and I laughed, “Really roughing it, right?” He shrugged, “Hey, I’d rather know I can start a fire than freeze to death trying to be ultra macho with rubbing sticks together or having a flint and steel on hand.”I reached into my stack of belongings güvenilir bahis from my pack and pulled out waterproof matches, “Yeah. Safety over ruggedness in some cases is necessary,” I laughed. He got the moss and smaller vines burning and we carefully loaded a few of the largest chunks of wood I’d found. “Is there more of these down there?” He asked. “There were a dozen or so smaller chunks, but they’d likely only be 15 minutes of burn time at most. We’d probably do better to get the wet branches you found dried by the fire than venturing back down there for those chunks unless we get really desperate.” He looked down at his clothes then back at me, “Would you mind averting your eyes for a while so I can get my clothes dried out?” I laughed a little and reached into my pack supplies, handing him my large but thin towel, “I can share my supplies so you don’t die, I suppose, and you can have my sweatshirt until your clothes are dried,” I unzipped it and pulled it off handing it to him. He quickly averted his eyes from my obviously too small clothing and I got just a little insecure. I threw the sweatshirt to him as I got a little defensive, “I haven’t updated my emergency clothes since like 9th grade, but at least they are dry without me having to be butt naked for a while,” I said.I went back over to the flat rock to go through my supplies, hoping to find another larger t-shirt among the packs of dried berries, nuts, water and various first aid supplies. There was nothing. Just the odds and ends of things I deemed necessities.He undressed and I may have peeked a few times before he got the towel wrapped around him, but it was really only fair. There wasn’t a whole lot left to the imagination in my skin-tight accidentally mid-riff baring t-shirt, denim shorts and black leggings. “Okay,” he said. I couldn’t help but giggle as he had my ancient “Little Mermaid” beach towel wrapped around his waist and my way too big for me, but slightly snug on him “Street Trash” sweatshirt. He was blushing slightly as he looked at my reaction. “I’m assuming your emergency clothing is just random pieces you didn’t know what else to do with?” he said as he pointed to the Rainbow Brite t-shirt that stretched awkwardly across my chest.I shrugged and crossed my arms over my bare stomach, “I don’t think I ever really put that much thought into it. I just forgot that my body changed fairly significantly in certain areas over the past four years.” He smirked slightly, “Well, at least you could squeeze into them still. I’m pretty sure if I had clothes from 9th grade in my bag, I might be able to get one leg and arm in them.” I smiled, “Were you like super-scrawny in high school or something?” He nodded, “I was the nerd that got beat up on the daily until senior year. Spent the summer working out, changing my diet, hiking and I went from skin and bones to almost athletic. Though, I still couldn’t play any sport to save my life. I also started going by my middle name and got contacts. I was no longer the nerdy Leonard Jacob Everett, but just Jake, average k**. I kept up the routine over the years. I never got macho-man stacked, but I think I managed to stay in decent shape.” I inadvertently nodded and he noticed before I stopped myself. His smirk grew and I blushed deeply, “Well, it’s not like I’m actually hiding anything with my outfit…it seemed only fair that you not get to hide your,” I motioned to him and mimicked his body shape with my hands, “that.” The rain continued to pour outside of the cave and the heat of the fire was making my cheeks flush brighter than they had been from the embarrassment. He looked over my body as we stood just a few feet apart, nodded, then unzipped the sweatshirt, “You’re absolutely right. Would you like to cover back up with your sweatshirt?” he asked as he started to take it off. I pushed my hair behind my ear and shook my head, “No, You should keep it. My clothes may be tight but they’re enough to keep me warm for now. That towel isn’t going to keep you warm enough by itself.” His smirk widened, “They aren’t keeping you that warm,” he said as he pointed to my chest. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest, blocking his view of my nipples pressing against the fabric of my shirt, “That’s not from cold…it’s from the fabric pulling against me.” He moved over to his pack and unbuckled a rolled up sleeping bag from the top of his pack. “I don’t think this rain is going to let up for a while. Do you have a bedroll?” I shook my head, “I wasn’t planning on camping out,” I checked my wet clothes, they were still quite damp, so I moved them a little closer to the heat of the fire.He cleared our stuff from the rock and laid his roll out on it, “We can sleep in shifts, or we can share it. Your call of course.” I glanced back and forth between him and the sleeping bag. I cleared my throat, trying to sound more certain than I felt, “We can share it, I guess. It would be warmer that way and I don’t think the fire will last all night.” He smiled and nodded, “It should last most of the night if that branch dries out enough, but yeah, I don’t think it will last until dawn.” We spent a few hours checking the storm, snacking on my random food items, and chatting. I found out he was nearly 40, divorced with two k**s, one a few years older than me and the other a few years younger. I told him about my dad and how he’s been a constant rock in my life, especially after my mom died when I was little. Our clothes were still not dry by the time the temperature had dropped enough for us both to be quite cold. He kept the towel around him and climbed into the sleeping bag, laying on his side to make enough room for me to climb in front of him. He gathered my hair up and pulled it aside. I laughed and pulled it under my head so my curls weren’t in his face. I could feel his breath on my neck as we settled into the sleeping bag together. The fire was slowly losing it’s strength, but there was warmth in the sleeping bag with his body pressed against mine. I was all nerves lying there, afraid to move, afraid to touch him, either accidentally or on purpose. After what seemed like hours had passed, I heard light snoring.I moved slightly and his hand came down on my hip, holding me in place, almost protectively. My breath caught with his hand on me. I put my hand over his, I tried to slide his hand off of me, but he slid his hand along my stomach and over my breasts, pulling me closer to him as he pressed his lips to the back of my neck. Every breath I took pressed my breast tighter into his palm. It really didn’t help that he smelled so fucking nice. He had a lightly musky scent with a peppery spice, bourbon and campfire scent lingering over him. I moaned slightly as he groped my breast very lightly in his sleep. I pressed my back a little tighter to his chest and could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against me. I turned my head towards him. His eyes were closed, his breathing light and steady. He had full lips and a fair bit of stubble over his face. Lightning crashed nearby, lighting the entire cave for a second as our fire slowly died out. Then the thunder crashed louder than I’d ever heard it before. I jumped and he startled awake. Pinning me down to the rock as if I were an intruder that had threatened his life. He had his hands on my shoulders and my breathing quickened, I was suddenly terrified. The lighting flashed again and I could see the horror on his face as he realized I was not who or what he had initially thought I was. The thunder crashed just as loud as it had a few seconds before and he climbed out of the sleeping bag to go check the storm. His hand was trembling slightly as he picked up the flashlight. I lay on my back in the sleeping bag, trying to calm my racing heart down. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, stretching and closing my fingers in time with my breathing, and noticed that the towel türkçe bahis he’d had around his waist was still in the sleeping bag.I looked over towards him, lightning flashed, lighting up the cave entrance just enough for me to see his silhouette leaning against the rocks by the entrance. I got out of the sleeping bag and walked over to him, towel in hand. He seemed a little shaken up as I approached. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you like that,” he said softly. I shrugged, “You were asleep and you got startled. You didn’t hurt me,” I said as I wrapped the towel back around his waist. He looked down, clearly embarrassed as he let me cover him back up, “Sorry, our other clothes should be dry by now…” he started as he looked me over. I nodded. He took my hand and led me back over towards the sleeping bag. He didn’t check our clothes hanging around various rocks by the fire pit. He stopped just short of it actually, and leaned down, gathering my hair in his hand and pulling it off to the side. A tingly sensation rippled through me as his lips brushed against my ear, “Maybe our clothes are still too wet to wear?” he whispered. I nodded and bit my lip. His hand trailed down my back and settled on the curve of my upper thigh and lower butt. I could feel him smile as his lips lingered, “Maybe these are too wet to wear too?”I nodded. He unfastened my shorts and began to pull them off of my hips. Getting them off proved a little more difficult than getting them on as they clung tightly to my hips and butt. He worked them off of me by gently pulling one side then the other until they were sliding down my legs freely. His hands went up my body and cupped my breasts as he kissed my neck and whispered to me, “And this looks so uncomfortable, you’d breathe easier with this off, right?”I nodded and he worked his hands under my top, gently lifting it up and over my breasts, his hands grazed my bare skin as I lifted my arms and he pulled it the rest of the way off. The chill in the air settled on my exposed skin and his thumbs toyed with the pert nipples he’d exposed. He pulled my sweatshirt off of himself and removed the towel again before he began pulling down my tight leggings. He slid his hands inside the leggings and practically pried them over my butt and down my legs. His eyes scanned my body and he smiled as his eyes reached my perfectly waxed cunt. He reached his hand out towards me as I knelt down in front of him, then curled his fingers away, “You’re okay with this? You don’t have to…” He started as I began to place gentle kisses along the side of his shaft. He was hard and dripping with precum. He wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever seen, but he wasn’t small either. I’d guess he was slightly above average. I took him between my lips and he moaned, twisting his hand in my hair as he pulled me closer to him. I caressed his balls in my hand as my tongue twisted around the head of his cock, then pushed my lips straight down to the base of his shaft. He gripped the back of my head and held me there, savoring the tightness of my throat against the head of his cock. He looked almost ravenous as he pulled me by my hair off of him. He guided me up onto the sleeping bag on the flat rock and leaned over me, kissing me deeply as his hands groped and slid over my body. His cock lay nestled between the lips of my pussy, rubbing against me every time he shifted at all. His lips and hands explored me, sucking and licking my breasts and nipples, biting and kissing my neck. He rubbed himself tightly between my legs, teasing my pussy with the head of his cock rubbing against my clit as he kissed me and fondled me. He behaved like he hadn’t touched a female body in years, but maybe it was just that he hadn’t handled an 18-year-old’s body in years. He took great care to get me squirming against him and moaning as we writhed together on his sleeping bag. I hadn’t even noticed the fire reignite in the pit, just felt its warmth and the soft glow of the flames on his face as he looked down at me with a deep lust in his eyes. He smiled, a half-coy cocky smile as he knelt down between my legs. He wrapped his arms under my butt and around my hips, lifting me up to him. He savored me, one hand held me spread open to him, the other rubbed my clit when he stopped licking and sucking on it long enough to dip his tongue very slightly into my tight and creamy cunt. I didn’t know if he’d noticed yet, that I was a virgin, but his tongue was gentle, pushing only until the resistance of my hymen pushed back at him and threatened to tear if he continued. He had to have figured it out considering how gentle he was being. His stubbly beard tickled me me every time he his lips pressed down on me. Between his tongue and his fingers he got me off quite easily and left me panting and squirming on his sleeping bag, which was undoubtedly getting dripped on by both of us. He sat on the sleeping bag and pulled me up onto his lap, facing away from him. He positioned my feet on either side of his hips and I thought he was going to start fucking me that way, but he didn’t. He pressed his cock against my pussy, put my hand on the other side, making me hold him against me, then bit my neck softly and growled into my ear, “Slide your pussy against me, nice and slow.” I moved like he asked me to, rocking my hips to rub his cock between my pussy lips, pushing the head of his cock at my clit until I was whimpering, the ache of enjoyment lingering just out of reach due to the pace he was making me keep. Then his hand came down from my breast and he started to rub my clit again, tiny tight little circles, slowly pulling the tip of his finger up one side then down the other. It was slippery with the thick creamy fluids and his teasing kept me just on the cusp of pleasure. He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me back to him, not squeezing tightly, just gripping me and holding me close to him. He kept his lips at my ear, his breath warm on my neck between his directions and questions, “Cradle my balls as you grind your pussy against my cock.” I did as I was told, turning my head slightly to look at him as he caressed my throat and jaw with one hand and the other played with my clit. He kissed the side of my jaw, then turned my head towards him a little more so he could kiss me deeply. He shifted a little and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my pussy. I lifted my hips a little, pulling away just slightly. He stopped pushing against me and looked me in the eye, “Have you never…?” I shook my head. He stopped what he was doing and got up, shifting me over to the sleeping bag. He paced back and forth in front of me, glancing over at me every little bit. I was biting my lip and near tears. I felt a bit rejected. He came back over to me and knelt down in front of me, his hands rested on my hips and he pulled me off of the rock just a little, his lips and tongue resumed teasing me. I leaned back and let him. He pushed his finger into me very gently, I watched him lift his eyes to mine as his tongue flicked quickly across my clit. He was watching me intently, seemingly looking for the slightest inflection of pain in my expression. He slowly worked a second finger into me and I winced slightly. He stopped for a moment but I pushed my hips towards him a bit and felt him smile, his lips still pressed tightly to my cunt. He removed his fingers from me and I pouted a little, but they were quickly replaced by his tongue, he slathered me in a mixture of his saliva and my own slippery fluids. Then he stopped, looked at me and asked, “How do you want me to do this?”I bit my lip and grabbed his hand, pulling him up onto the rock beside me. Then I climbed over his lap and positioned him at the opening of my pussy and started to lower myself down onto him. He grabbed my hips and stopped me. “This is probably going to hurt just a little, you know?” he asked.“I know,” I güvenilir bahis siteleri said as I rubbed the head of his cock through the fluids coating my pussy. “Do you want it to be done quickly or slowly and gently?”I shrugged, “Quickly, I think?” He smiled, his grip on my hips tightened and he watched me line his cock up to push into me. He pulled me down. The head of his cock pushed against my opening. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it as he pulled me down onto him quickly. I cringed and gasped, he held me still and my eyes teared up. It had hurt, but it was a quick sharp pain that was fading fast, replaced by a feeling of fullness and an ache to ride him until he came in me. He wiped the tears from my cheeks and pulled me up into a kiss. I began to rock my hips on him and he smiled against my lips, “I guess it didn’t hurt too bad?” he whispered to me. I shook my head and kissed him again. He gripped my ass firmly and began lifting me and guiding me into a rhythm on his cock. He seemed to greatly enjoy me riding him as he clamped his mouth over my breasts and sucked on them in turn, occasionally holding me down against his lap to keep himself from cumming too soon. I grew a little impatient and leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear as I raised and lowered my hips, riding his cock at a slightly increasing pace. I whispered to him, “You got my mouth and my pussy, do you want my ass too?”He groaned and held me down on his cock, a coy smile crept across his lips, “You naughty little thing, you. You’re trying to get me to cum aren’t you?” I smirked and he thrust himself up into me roughly. I yelped and he smiled and did it again. I wasn’t fucking him anymore, he was fucking me and my lips lingered by his ear as I moaned and grasped him tightly. He picked me up and maneuvered so I was lying down on the sleeping bag, my ass rested on his upper thighs as he knelt beneath me. His hands were on my hips and he was pushing deep and hard into me.I arched my back and he just smiled and thrust harder and faster. I started rubbing my clit and squirming in his grip as he fucked me hard. I’m honestly not sure which of us got off first, but I know he whined as my pussy started contracting on his cock, squeezing and squirming as he released a stream of cool semen inside of me. I was still writhing in my orgasm as he pulled out of me and knelt down, licking and cleaning me of his cum as he quickly pushed me to an even more intense orgasm. I felt like I could barely breathe as his tongue teased me for the duration of my gasping and squirming towards his lips. He climbed up beside me and kissed me deeply, a mixture of our flavors on his lips. I savored it, biting his lower lip and licking his tongue as it slipped into my mouth. Once I’d caught my breath I climbed down and started licking and cleaning his cock of both of our fluids. He just watched, caressing my cheek and stroking my hair as I brought him back to being stiff and ready for another go. He pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply as I continued stroking his cock. “On your hands and knees,” he said. I dutifully knelt down and he climbed behind me. I prepared myself, thinking he was going to take me upon my offer of letting him have my ass. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock against the opening to my pussy and quickly pushed in again. It hurt more this way, a sharp stabbing pain followed by a duller ache that lingered every time he pushed back into me. There was blood this time. His initial penetration didn’t rip me, he’d prepared me really well, got me dripping and ready and he’d just stretched me open without any tearing. This time I wasn’t as ready and the different angle caused his cock to push directly on my hymen, ripping it as he pushed into me. He even felt significantly larger than he had before.I cringed and clenched my fists. My pussy tightened on his cock and he actually whined as the pressure increased with his first few thrusts into me. He reached around my waist and got his fingers between my legs to rub my clit and try to get the pain to fade to pleasure. It had taken him a few strokes to notice the blood streaking his cock, but when he did, he turned his attention to soothing me. When I began pressing myself back against him, he started thrusting into me again. In a few minutes he had me moaning as he pounded his hips against my butt, his cock pushing into my cunt with steady and firm strokes. One hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he thrust against me, and the other worked my clit. He bit the back of my shoulder as he got closer and I leaned up, twisting my upper body to be able to kiss him. His hand on my hip slid up my body to my breasts, clasping his arm over me as he continued his hard thrusts into me. He held me firmly against his body and kissed me deeply as I moaned, his fingers sliding over either side of my clit and my pussy spread tightly over his cock. He broke free of the kiss, his panting breaths warmed my neck and his grunts and groans filled my ear as his hand slid up to my throat again. He gripped me firmly as he fucked me. His lips nestled to my ear, “Cum for me, Charlotte. Cum on my cock and let me feel you tremble against my body.” I did just as I was told. He thrust a few more times in my tightening cunt and the deep grunts in my ear and needy kisses on the back of my jaw told me he was cumming too. I smiled and he laughed as he wrapped both of his arms tightly around me. As we collapsed back down to the rock he kissed along the back of my neck and up to my ear, nibbling just slightly on my earlobe before he whispered, “So, shall we meet same time and place next week so I can give you that ass fucking you were wanting too?”I laughed a little, panting and out of breath, but nodded, “Oh, yes, sir. Maybe I’ll pray for another freak storm and we can camp here for the weekend?” My smile faded slightly as the storm outside stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. He laughed, “I’d love to hear that prayer.” We lay there for a while, clasped in each others arms. I don’t remember falling asleep. I remember him kissing my neck, making me giggle and squirm. When I opened my eyes I was sitting in my car, wearing the clothes that had gotten soaked in the rain. My body ached and there was bruising on my hips when I looked.I thought for a minute that maybe I had dreamed the whole thing. I drove home, in a bit of a daze. I wanted to come back next week, quite desperately, but I also felt this tinge of dread. When I arrived home, I went straight to my bedroom and pulled off my clothes. My underwear was covered in cum tinged the slightest pink from blood mixing with it. I stood in front of the mirror and looked my body over. My wrists were bruised and there were a few bite marks on my shoulder. It definitely wasn’t a dream. I felt like there were butterflies in my stomach and I couldn’t help but lie down in front of the mirror, I rubbed the cum from my pussy around, thinking back on the dream, or interaction, whatever it was with Jake the middle-aged soldier that took my virginity. The feeling of dread rose slightly as I recalled that he called me Charlotte. I’d only told him my name was Charlie. I pulled my fingers from my body and lifted the cum to my lips, savoring it as I cleaned it from my fingertips. I felt warm. Safe. Protected. The dread faded quickly and I was looking forward to next week. Same time, same place. I would be ready. I stood up and turned around in the mirror, looking at my butt. It was small, but nicely rounded and perky. I bit my lip as the cum dripped down my thigh, its milkglass-like shimmer caught in the light and the butterflies came rushing back into my stomach. This felt different. Special. I couldn’t wait to see him again. And for some reason, I hoped the trail wasn’t deserted this time. I kind of wanted someone to see him fucking me. All the better if they happened upon us as my body trembled in orgasm with his cock shoved deep in my previously virgin ass. I wonder if they would leave or come over and either stick their cock in my pussy or press their lips to my cunt to savor the drippings of a wanton and newly fucked whore.