My Secret Place

The shade was a welcome relief from the heat of the noon day sun. I spread my blanket beneath the old oak branches, sunlight dancing, dappling between leaves moved by a slight breeze. I sighed, "This is the life," I thought. My own private paradise. I had found my secret place while walking into the small town that served as the only sign of civilization for miles. I don't know what made me leave the road, it was as though this place knew the solace I was seeking, and sought to provide it. I came here almost everyday. It was here I felt at peace.
My life up to this point had been full of turmoil. I remember the day my divorce was final, I thought it was the end of my life. Luckily, as I know now, it was the beginning. Still failure was not in my nature. Tears sprang to my eyes as I remember my father telling me that the only ones who fail are the ones who never try. "How I miss you, daddy," I thought. The grief from my father's death was still fresh. The loss still keenly felt. That's the reason I came to this lonesome town, here I could be alone to come to terms with the knowledge I would never again see his face or hear his voice.
It's here in this forest of trees, with the birds singing and the breeze gently blowing that I slowly begin to heal. I begin to feel almost human again. The smell of the wildflowers, the babble of the tiny brook all sought to console me. I had crawled into the darkness to lick my wounds and had emerged stronger than I ever thought I could be.
Deep in my thoughts, I don't realize that a man has come to stand gazing down at me over my shoulder. "This area is off limits. It's private property," he says gruffly. I jump up, my heart pounding in my breast. "How dare you sneak up on me like that?" I exclaim. "I am not the one trespassing," he states. He gives me a cool look from under half-hooded lids, daring me to say something. I draw myself up to my full height and gaze directly into his eyes, my chin lifting in a defiance. "How was I to know this was private property?" I demand. "You should have a sign posted or something."
"We don't get many visitors here, no need for one. Til now," he drawls. I can feel my cheeks begin to flush. I bend to retrieve my blanket and stumble on a exposed root, his hand shoots out to grab my arm and steady me. Shocked at the electricity that shoots up my arm where his hand is wrapped around it, I jerk away. "I can manage, thanks." I turn to leave and I feel his hand on my arm, stopping me. "What?" I ask as I whirl around to face him. "What's your fascination with this place?" he asks gently. Unexpectedly I find myself telling him exactly why I'm here and what this place has meant to me. He seems withdrawn at first, but then he begins to tell me how this is his special place to come when he wants to be alone and think or not. I find that I enjoy listening to him. "Well, I better get back to my cabin. It looks like it could rain," I say. "I'm sorry about earlier, please feel free to come here whenever you like," he tells me softly. "Thank you," I say, moved by his offer. Hurriedly I walk through the forest to my cabin. I find myself breathless as I arrive there. Not from exhertion, but from attraction. I can't be attracted to him, I think to myself, I don't even know the man. This is crazy. Still things I didn't think I paid attention to spring to mind. Wavy, dark hair, blue eyes the color of the summer sky, full lips. I wonder distractedly how those lips would feel on mine. My mind wanders to his build. He was taller than me, probably 6' or 6'2". His arms had felt like steel under my hands. Slim hips were fitted with tight blue jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination. I had to stop this, here I am imagining all sorts of things with this man and I just met him. Resolutely I put him out of my head and make dinner.
I continue to go to my secret spot and not surprisingly he's there. We spend hours talking about everything and nothing. I find he has a wonderful sense of humor and with each visit, I find myself more and more attracted to him. I look forward to our time together. I find myself restless tonight and decide to visit the grove. I see the moonlight shining between the boughs. I sensed he was there before I turned and saw him. In the shadow of the trees, he's watching me. Slowly he steps into the moonlight and I can see the naked desire in his eyes. Without a word spoken between us, he closes the distance and sweeps me into his arms. Lazily teasing my lips with frequent soft kisses. Hands slide my dress from my shoulders to pool at my feet. As he kneels in front of me, my hands move to his shoulders as I step out of the sliver of panties I have on. He slowly rises...his eyes traveling over my body "God, you're even more beautiful than I imagined you were," he growls softly. In the next instant, I'm in his arms and he's kissing me passionately. He deepens the kiss and our tongues do their own mating ritual. Panting I pull back. Our gazes lock and we both come to a decision. Slowly I run my hands up his chest and begin to unbutton his shirt. I toss it aside and run my hands over his muscled chest and smooth back, loving the feel of him. He lifts my chin and gazes deep into my eyes, silently asking me if this is what I want. Still locked to his gaze, my hands slip down to unzip his jeans. I feel his arousal and begin to tremble. I slip his jeans down his hips and find to my satisfaction that there is no longer a barrier between his throbbing shaft and my hands. As we continue to stroke and caress each other, we slowly drift to the grass. He kisses my neck, raining kisses to my heaving breasts. He moves from one breast to the other taking a nipple into his mouth and gently nipping and pulling on it. I moan deep in my throat and hold him closer against my breasts. His mouth wanders lower and I shiver as his tongue laps between the curls nestled at the apex of my thighs. I arch upwards gasping and trembling to move against his skin. "Tell me what you want," he says.
"I want you!" I cry out, not caring if anyone hears. "Oh God, I need you...all of you...inside me!" I feel strong, warm hands slide beneath my bottom to raise me higher for the final conquering. I feel him enter me with a hard, delicious thrust that makes me cry out in ecstacy. He slips inside me easily, his hard thick cock sheathed in my warmth. The pleasure I feel with him inside me is like nothing I've ever felt. He starts to move in and out and I want to scream, it feels so good. Wave after wave of pleasure passes through my body with each thrust into me. With a hoarse cry, he takes harder and faster. He thrusts ever deeper. I feel my sheath tighten around his cock as I start to climax. The feel of my climax triggers his. As we climax together it seems as though our souls mate as well.
Much later I lift my head from his chest, "You never told me your name" I say. He gives me a lopsided grin and says, "Deke, my name is Deke."

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