Dating : The Sin of Nature

We stopped for water along the shaded path, pausing before either of us realized the other was there. Prospect Park was quiet in the early morning, but there we were, two strangers hidden amongst the trees, our breath quick and our bodies warm.

We said nothing.

Throughout it all, we said nothing, and I have to wonder if silence made it possible. If somehow the silence killed any thought of risk, fear, or doubt.

She looked me in the eye as she stretched her arms above her head, her shirt rising with them. My gaze moved down her body as I raised one foot behind me.

A smile became an invitation. A gesture became a need.

The only kissing we did was my lips on the back of her neck as she pushed her shorts down. Pressed against the wooden fence, her turning away said more than her wink. My cock was hard and in my hand as her two fingers moved between thighs to part wet skin.

Silence as I grabbed her hips.

The sound of birds as she took me in hand.

A breath of wind as she pushed back onto me.

Fucking, we became part of the woods. We joined in with the trees and the bugs and the water rushing behind us. Caring for nothing but desire, our sex was achingly natural and just as dangerous.

She turned as I thrust into her and bit my lip. One hand reached up to clutch a breast, sliding under spandex in an act of aggression. Around me, her cunt clenched and devoured.

I kissed her hard as she growled.

Head back down, her forehead on her arms, she fucked me as hard as I did her — and it was over. Her fingers were frantic as a fight and our teeth overtook our tongues. Never stopping, she bit her arm, rubbed faster, and then she came as I did the same, our bodies weak and fragile.

Sipping from our water bottles was enough to give us pause. Her tights back on, my cock dutifully put away, we stood still for the briefest of seconds as we drank.

Her eyes flickered at the sight of my ring. I shook my head at the shine of hers.

The path was narrow, cool, and empty as I ran. Faster and faster I went as if somehow my burning lungs might offer something akin to repentance.

The burst of sun and the sound of dogs barking took away the need.

The park was behind me, our offering left hanging in the breeze for no one to see or hear.

The sin of nature is that there’s no sin at all.