Peeing In The Woods ….. Part 2

(From end of Part 1):
I went back to my camp and stayed on the recliner for a long time, regaling in what I had every reason to be the smell of their wood burning smoker/grill while reliving one of my most enjoyable encounters. I decided to not masturbate, hoping to have a wet dream starring Susan, which would be almost as good as reality.

At some point, I got up and went in my tent, zipped up the door panel, took off my clothes and lay naked on the air mattress enjoying the fragrant smells of her juices which were soaked into the cover sheet.

I went to sleep with a contented smile on my face and deliciously lovely thoughts about Susan.

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I went into a deep sleep of which I have no recollection. The first thing that I became aware of was dreaming that Susan was fondling my still raging erection. I remember feeling so happy that I was going to get my wet dream about Susan. I dreamed that she began pumping my tool as she had learned from watching me. She had said that it was so clear in her mind and that she would probably never forget the first time that she saw a guy shoot his orgasm in front of her while watching her do hers.

My dream continued as she did a masterful job on me, her hand just flying. Then, all of a sudden her hand slipped and hit my right testicle. It was so real that I woke up reaching for my poor injured sperm maker. I was instantly entangled with a soft body that I had nearly knocked over in my haste. “Oh, Tim, did I hurt you?”……..”Susan?”……. “Yes?”……. “How?….. Why?….. Oh, my god…..it IS you!!” “I have been thinking about you ever since you let me out of your car, and I can’t help it, I want to be with you again. I want to do to you what you did to me, and, Tim, is it possible …….. can I be your girlfriend? PLEASE, Tim? I have never been treated like you treat me. You don’t judge me for what I did when I needed sexual relief after seeing all the other girls so happy with their boyfriends who sleep with them and I can’t psych myself into doing it at all. I need something other than my fingers. Tim, I need you and your fingers and your magical tongue. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

“Susan, what I did to and for you was probably as good for me as it was for you. You have been on my mind constantly ever since I first saw you. I am 4 years older than you. Are you sure that you want me for your boyfriend?” I said in all seriousness.

“Tim, if you will promise to be my boyfriend, I want you to be the first guy to completely make love to me, and I mean I want it right now, tonight, . I have longed for someone like you ever since I was 13. I have dreamed that you would come along and I knew that you would. If I don’t get you tonight I may never and I don’t want that. Please,Tim, but only if you promise to be my boyfriend. I know that I can trust you because you only took care of me this afternoon, and not yourself,” she said.

“Susan, I considered this afternoon to be entirely for you. I was so glad to be able to give you such pleasure on your first time with a guy, and I just wanted to be there for you. That was YOUR day and I am so proud that you think of me this way, and if you really want me to be your boyfriend, then I will be proud of that, too. You must know that it may not work out over time, Pretty Little Girl, but seeing our relationship so far, it probably stands a much better chance of succeeding than most, so, since I don’t have a girlfriend and I am so taken with you and your quick mind and ultra sexy body, I humbly accept my first invitation from a girl to be your her very proud boyfriend. I just hope that I can be what you need me to be,” I told her.

“Tim, it’s 11PM and, if you hurry, this can be OUR day, not just my day,” she said as she took off her clothes and lay down against me putting my raging dick between her legs with its head in the crack of her most lovely little hiney and the rest of it squeezed up into her dripping wet vulva lips.

“Baby Girl, are you by chance taking birth control pills?” I asked.

“No, Tim. I never needed them,” she moaned.

“How long since your last period ended?”

“Uh, the day before yesterday.”

“We will have to be very careful when we do this without them.”

“I never thought about that.”

“We will be OK for at least tonight, and I have a first cousin who is a pharmacist who will give me what we need until you can get a doctor’s prescription for your “menstrual problems that seem to be getting worse”.