“Y-yes,” he managed, surprised by her forwardness.
Demetria smiled at his response. Cesar began untying his pants, his excitement making the simple task difficult. Feeling the heat of their kissing fit, Demetria undid the top two buttons on the front of her dress. His pants now untied and held up as much by his erect cock as his waist, Cesar’s attention turned to Demetria’s cleavage. He slid his had into her dress and held her left breast, appreciating its softness and its weight. He could feel her heart beat fast through his fingertips. He pulled it out and let it hang over the top of her dress before kissing it, letting his lips linger and inhaling the scent of her rosy chest. She pulled out her right tit and clutched it as Cesar took her nipple into his mouth, holding it between his lips and licking tenderly.
She watched him as he pulled more of her into his mouth. Her breaths were slow and deep. Her knees felt like they could give at any moment as she tightened her grip on her own soft flesh, floating in the sensation of his suckling.
Gently she lifted his head and kissed him. She took his hand in hers. “Come,” she said and walked him from the worn ground in the middle of the clearing to the soft grass just before the treeline. She guided him to sit. He watched her eagerly as she kneeled in front of him and slid his pants off, his dick springing back and thumping against his belly.
He leaned back on his elbows as Demetria crawled forward and kissed his pink tip. He looked down his body at her. She was beautiful and disheveled. Her tits hung out of her faded green dress; her already messy bun had fallen to the side of her head; and sweat dotted her brow.
She looked up and saw him watching her, his deep brown eyes soft and reassuring. She kissed the head of his dick softly, just grazing it with her lips and letting a strand of precum stretch between it and her lips. It had been years since the last lover she’d had and longer still since the last time she’d taken one into her mouth. She went slowly, taking the tip between her lips and licking it, her warm tongue caressing its underside. She sucked and let him pop out of her mouth, piercing the quiet woods with the smacking of her lips and the gasp Cesar let out as she left his cock standing in the spring air.
She didn’t leave him wanting for long, putting her lips back onto his now slick head. She progressed further down his shaft, taking more of him into her mouth bit by bit. She paused when he was halfway in and looked up at him, hoping for an indication that he was enjoying the process. Cesar wore a look of relaxation, and his lips curled in a subtle smile.
“That feels wonderful,” he said when their eyes met. He loved the feeling. Her lips were warm around his shaft, and her spit coated most of his cock. He noticed her deep breaths blowing into his public hair as she breathed deeply, focused on fitting him into her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed crimson now as she worked her way down. Occasionally she would bob back up and fill her lungs, kissing his thighs and the base of his awaiting cock before plunging her lips back over it.
She had worked down scarcely an inch of his pulsing member remained outside her mouth. His tip sat at the beginning of her throat. She held his balls, fondling them slowly. Cesar watched her and felt worshipped, imagining himself as an old wooden idol. She had come to pay tribute to him at this altar of carnal pleasure.
Demetria was more prone to the fantastical. She held his weighty testes and thought of herself as a woodland sprite, coaxing him to arousal until he gave her the pleasure she desired, until she turned him into some beastly stud who would affirm the animal half of her heart, who would drive himself into her like the trees are driven upward towards the sun. Already she felt a unity with the lusty buzz of the forest.
She opened her throat for him and pushed down until there was no more of his cock to fit in her mouth. She could feel him start to writhe, eager for friction. She grabbed his thighs and raised her lips off him slowly. Cesar could hardly contain himself, his fists clenched as her mouth left him. She lowered her lips down to the hilt once more, holding herself there for a few eternal seconds, making him ache before she surfaced again. As she regained in breath, she watched him lying on the ground, appreciating the hunger she could see in his body, in the way he held his arm against the ground
He began to raise himself, excited to feel more of Demetria’s body. She stayed over him, putting more weight on his thighs to keep him in place.
“Wait,” she said. “Stay there. Given what she had just done to him, Cesar made no complaint. He watched as she lifted her knees from the ground, peeled off her stockings, and hiked up her dress. Her bush was darker than her raven locks, and he saw a glint in it of the light that filtered through the treetops. She crawled over him, licking and kissing his chest as she moved up. She straddled him with her knees just below his ribs. She leaned down and locked lips with him once more. She broke off their kiss and set herself back down on him.
His member, cooled from being wet with Demetria’s spit and exposed to open air, was now overcome with warmth as she laid her labia over it. It was clear that the task of taking him into her mouth had aroused her, as she coated him now with the juices of her other lips, already slick.
She wasted no time in getting into a rhythm as she ground against him. The tip of his cock pushed into her clitoris every time she slid back. He held her side firmly, helping her keep her balance as she increased the pressure against him. She moaned as he reached up and took hold of her right breast, rubbing her stiffened nipple in circles. She had heard before that shepherds have soft hands, and found it to be true, losing herself in the contrast between his grips softness and strength.
Cesar watched as Demetria rode. It was as though he was a mere extension of the earth, a tree full of ripe fruit from which she took her nourishment. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelids were bathed in sunlight. Her lips sat parted, letting out quiet grunts that increased in volume with each glide of her hips. The careful pace with which she had fellated him was gone, replaced by a quick and eager rhythm. Despite the tenderness of her flesh and warm comfort of her pussy, Cesar could feel her strength as she ground him. She felt truly alive, and he loved it. She brimmed with the energy of spring, her body and mind united in their pursuit of pleasure, in the act of coating him in the nectar of her desire.
His grip loosened as she slowed her pace. She leaned forward once more, this time dangling her tits over his face before he lifted his head to take one into his mouth. As he sucked and licked she felt him take a handful of her rear, his fingers extending across her now slick skin to the edge of her pussy. She bared down harder on him and held herself there, closing her eyes once more and savoring the sensation of him pressing against her.