Overlooking Kingston Ontario on a wide mostly bare hill stands Fort Henry. For some the paths that lead up and around the fort are running routes, for others the trails are a pleasant hike around the historic Canadian landmark.

For the couple, it was just a way back to his apartment. They’d been at the bars downtown, and before the days of Uber, walking home was much easier than trying to fight for a cab. They walked together in the dark, hand in hand, comfortable in each other’s company. It was late spring, and a chilly wind blew at their backs.

The path leading up the hill was steep. Behind them, Kingston glittered in the night as they walked. The woman led, the man walked behind, occasionally squeezing her round, firm ass.

“You sure like those jeans eh,” she said, smiling as the two stopped to take a break.

“I like your arse, and if its in jeans, I like those jeans,” he said with a shrug.

She laughed, and the two embraced each other. They kissed, at first softly, then passion took hold. Their tongues intertwined, and hands pulled each other closer. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing her through her heavy sweater and she sighed through the kissing.

“Fuck, I want you so bad babe,” he whispered into her ear, his hand sliding to her sweater zipper, pulling it down and sliding his hand under her tee-shirt. She reached around and unclasped her bra so that it was loose on her body, and his hand slid under it to rub her soft tit and tweak her nipple, feeling it hardening to his touch. At first, she winced with the coldness, but then felt the warmth of arousal rising in her.

Her hand started undoing the belt on his jeans and her warm hand soon slid under his underwear and started to gently rub his swelling manhood.

“Lets go over to that bush,” she whispered, her hand still slowly jerking his cock under his pants. She looked around once they were there for prying eyes, and in spite of being in a pretty exposed place, they saw none. She dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled his underwear down to expose him.

“Ooo that’s cold,” he exclaimed, shocked first by the cold air, then by the wet warmth of her mouth as she took him deep. “Ohh fuck that’s good.”

She sucked him vigorously, bobbing on his cock, slurping and licking his tip, then taking him in her throat until he groaned with pleasure. She looked up at him, stroking him and teasing him with her tongue.

“I need you inside me,” she moaned, her free hand already undoing her pants. She stood, looked around again, and after seeing nobody, pulled her pants down and got on her hands and knees in the cold grass.

He gave her round ass a loud smack as he positioned himself, then he thrust into her hard, making her moan loudly.

“Oh fuck that-that’s amazing,” she squealed, already trying to muffle her pleasure with her hand.

“Cum for me babe,” he grunted, slamming himself deep inside her with each thrust, his hands gripping her hips.

“Oh fuckfuckfuck,” she cried out as he pounded her, and he felt her wetness soak his crotch as she came. She collapsed into the grass, and rolled over onto her back, legs spread, and he climbed on top of her and pushed his wet cock into her still spasming pussy, making her cry out with pleasure.

The grass was cold on her butt, but she didn’t care. Another orgasm rolled through her from the missionary-fucking and she wrapped her legs around him, muffling her screams in the shoulder of his sweater.

By this time, both were shivering, and being pretty tipsy, the man said he wouldn’t be able to cum right away, so they did what they could to straighten out their clothes and started to hurry back to the apartment.

Just before they got up the hill, the stopped again at a tall tree. He stopped and started to kiss her, then he slid his hand down her pants and into her sopping wet pussy.

“D-don’t you want to hurry,” she said, enjoying his fingers on her G-spot.

“Yeah, but I left an orgasm in there,” he said, watching her face contort with pleasure. He moved his index and middle finger in a come-hither motion inside her and she clung to his shoulders for balance, her back against the rough bark of the tree, moaning softly into his ear.

“Yeahyeahyeah,” she softly moaned, then clinging as if for dear life to her man, squealed and bit the material of his sweater while she squeezed his fingers inside her. Her knees got weak, and she almost collapsed from the pleasure, his body and the tree the only things keeping her upright.

“You taste so good,” he said when he slid his fingers out of her pants and licked up her juices.

“Take me home and fuck me. I need you to cum inside me.”

They walked quickly, through the rows of apartment blocks to his third floor walk up. The apartment was dark and quiet. They took off their shoes and she led the way to the bedroom, stripping off her disheveled clothes as she did, with him in her wake. They didn’t need to say anything else, she just got on her hands and knees on the bed, and he got behind her.

Their sex was rough and animalistic. He slammed himself inside her and pounded her pussy while she screamed with unmuffled ecstasy. He felt her soak his crotch yet again, and soon she felt him throb and spurt his hot load inside her.

“Gaaffffuck,” he nearly growled loudly, gripping onto her hips so hard it would have hurt were it not for the intense pleasure. He kept slamming into her until the sensation became too much, and he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

They quickly pulled the blankets over themselves, enjoying the warmth after their cold adventures. She climbed into the nook of his shoulder, and they laid in his bed in post-orgasmic bliss. Sleep was not long in coming for them both.

They didn’t know it yet, but in a few years, they would get married on a different part of that hill, the city glittering behind them in the warm summer sun.