Apologies for the delay. Term time takes its toll, you know?

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I’ve previously mentioned how I took a job in Asia that had a very international cohort. After a two-week quarantine and training in the same hotel building, we had all become pretty close and very repressed. When we were finally released into the city proper, the older cohorts welcomed us with a debauched bar crawl through a notoriously dangerous (for our livers) street. By the end of the night, I’d made out with a woman named Willow but was offered a place to crash with another woman from our friend group, Liz. Liz and I ended up having a really fun time with lots of laughing, culminating in her having a truly massive orgasm from anal. We repeated this in the morning, but both times she had to tap out from being way overstimulated before I had a chance to cum. Not that I mind, of course—the chance to repeatedly melt a woman’s mind and reduce her to a quivering mess is plenty of reward. 

You’re all caught up now. Suffice it to say, after a night of hitting neon-colored drinks, neither of us were looking forward to the hike up the largest mountain in the city. Being the most experienced hiker and climber, however, I felt compelled to go, lest two dozen mid-20s Westerners get offed by the elements. 

So, after wrecking Liz’s asshole in the morning and leaving her a spasming puddle, I showered thoroughly and made my way across the city. 

The other most experienced hiker was Willow, who had taken the lead in planning this outing. We both arrived at the base of the mountain with coffee in hand, nursing our hangovers. Because most of the folks would be coming in via public transport from pretty far away, we knew we’d have a bit of time to chat, so we rambled around the low foothills.

An important but non-spicy detail to add is that Willow and I had been flirting for a while but also had shared a lot of our recent traumas. While that combination leads to feelings of closeness and increased attraction, I quickly realized that our particular traumas fed directly into each other. If we became a couple, we would unintentionally ruin each other in a matter of weeks, and I could see it. This is what we talked about on the walk, having resolved to figure this out once and for all, and starting our time in Asia on solid ground.

By the time we’d had this talk and finished our coffee, the group chat was filled with hung-over colleagues explaining that they would be at least an hour late. 

The other thing to know about Willow and I is that we are both like children in the woods–something that would lead to us taking multiple hikes every month while I was there. Bolting off trail to see interesting things, climbing trees, running straight into the middle of nowhere to find unexplored places—we were of the same mindset. So, with a lot more time on our hands, this is what we did. Whimsical childish play. She ran up a hill. I continued my quest to find a climbable tree in this country. Willow found a collection of rocks that looked like Amon-hen. I found a little hut made of branches. It was just big enough for two people to squeeze into, but was invisible to anyone passing by…

Willow and I squeezed into it. 

“Can I kiss you?” She asked, nervously. As we were both riding the high of playful adventure, I wasn’t exactly surprised. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We just had this talk, you know?”

She shrugged. “I know, but like… you’re a really good kisser… and I’ve been so pent up from being in the hotel and then living in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah…” my answer was as sympathetic to her plight as I could make it, considering I’d been balls deep in our mutual friend’s ass a few hours prior. “Well, look, there will probably be someone in the expats that you’ll meet soon. We just have to keep going to events.”

Willow sighed. Then, in a very quiet voice, said, “I’m just… really fucking horny.”

A minute passed, where I tried my best to think about the trees and mountains—tried my best to be a good friend.

“It wouldn’t mean anything,” Willow said after another minute. “I don’t expect anything from you. But I trust you, and I don’t think I’m just going to find that immediately with some random from the expat bars.”

I considered this. I won’t pretend a full night of romping with no relief wasn’t playing into my decision making, but I did care about Willow as a friend and for her own worth. I was torn between wanting to be a good friend, and honestly wanting to kiss her like we’d kissed in the club the night before. 

“It wouldn’t change the conversation,” I said, “We shouldn’t date or be a couple, I really don’t think that would be healthy for either of us.”

“I know.” 

“Then…” 

I threaded my fingers through her hair and kissed her hard. It was different, being sober. Fuller. It mattered more, if that makes sense. Her tongue found mine, her hands were all over my body. It was like I’d given her permission to unleash herself and her need. She moaned into my mouth, breathing deep. I thought this would only be a kiss, but when I pulled back, Willow’s hands brought my lips back to hers. 

We were already leaning over each other in this tight space, so our hands naturally wandered. Willow’s hand slipped down my chest to my cock, gripping it through my trousers. We both moaned quietly, but I pulled back after a few delicious seconds.

“Okay, okay,” I chuckled. “We probably should stop.” I was intensely aware that this could escalate and undo the conversation that we’d just had, or at least lead her on to think that it would be a possibility. I gestured around us though, happy for the excuse that anyone could stumble upon us at any time. “We just got to this country, it would be a shame to be kicked out for indecent exposure.” 

Willow smiled but looked disappointed as well. 

“We should probably head to the bus stop,” I said, trying to keep a clear head, “people will be arriving soon.”

“They said they wouldn’t be here for another 45 minutes.” She said it too quickly, like she’d been thinking it the whole time. 

I hesitated. “Ah.” 

A this point, the awkwardness wasn’t ‘oh no, what have we done?!’, but ‘fuck how are we going to keep from doing that a lot more…?’

“...coffee?” I finally said, “I’m still a bit hungover, and I could use something to clear my head.” 

“I could suck your cock…” 

“I–what?” I wasn’t sure if this was a joke. It sounded like a joke.

 Willow groaned. “I’m just so fucking horny!” 

It hung in the air. 

“I won’t say I haven’t thought about it, but that’s way beyond ‘let's just stay friends’...” 

“I know,” she whined. “I know, but look… I just really need some relief, and this would at least give me something…”

“Sucking my cock is going to give you relief?”

“Yeah… “ she got quiet and looked away. “I’m really submissive. It makes me feel good. And besides, I’m on my period, so it’s not like you could fuck me.” 

I fully admit that my mind went toward arguing that period sex is perfectly fine and not accepting the blowjob that had been offered to me. That is until Willow started stroking my cock through my trousers. 

“Please?”

I waffled, but she was already undoing my belt. And then my cock was out in the open air, in a stick hut, in the middle of the woods, in Asia. 

And then, it was deep in Willow’s throat. She took me to the root immediately, right from the start. 

“Fuck!” I cursed, way too loud. 

Willow choked my cock down her throat over and over, occasionally gagging but absolutely devouring me. Her lips slid over the base of my cock and her tongue massaged my shaft while she gulped down more and more of me, lodging me what felt like halfway to her stomach. I wasn’t sure she was breathing, to be honest. Gathering up her hair so I could see her, I started to drag her head back and forth, fucking her mouth down onto me.

“Do you like that?” I whispered, playing into the new information that she likes being submissive.

She looked like she could cry from relief, nodding with my shiny cock filling her mouth. 

I saw a hiker at a distance, enough that they would never know we were there, but thrilling nonetheless. 

“Does it turn you on that anyone could stumble onto us and see you taking my cock like a good slut?” 

Her body vibrated, and she writhed on the ground, still fully clothed. 

It wasn’t lost on me either that my cock had been buried deep in our mutual friend’s cunt and ass several times in the last 24 hours, and now Willow was slurping on it like her life depended on it. Truth be told, I think she would have enjoyed knowing, but I wasn’t going to push that far just yet. After about five minutes, that thought, combined with edging through two long bouts of intense fucking, did get me very close remarkably quickly. We were out in the open near a popular hiking trail, so I wasn’t exactly looking to make this a marathon.

“Fuck, I’m close, Willow,” I whispered, thrusting my hips up into her hungry mouth. 

She moaned, wrapping her hands around the base of my shaft, absolutely slick with her spit, and drained me. The extra sensation, her eagerness to swallow my cum, the fact that I'd just been in Liz’s ass 3 hours earlier–it all sent me flying over the edge. The buildup from a month of dry spell, a night and morning of edging, and now this… I exploded into Willow’s mouth. When I say she drank my cum, I mean she fucking drank it. Like it was a glass of lemonade. Pulse after pulse of thick cum straight to the back of her throat while I thrust my cock deeper and deeper into her. She kept me in her mouth until I slumped down into the dirt, only to start licking the shaft and her hands for any stray drops, down my balls and my stomach. She didn’t want to stop. There was a kind of desperate mania. 

“...fuck,” I finally sighed, tilting her head up to kiss her swollen, slick lips. She melted into me. 

“How would you feel if I paid you back sometime?” I dared to ask as I zipped up.

Willow retied her hair. “I don’t really like oral, but I want that inside of me as soon as fucking possible. Jesus Christ…”

“We should get down…” I said, kissing her again. 

She hesitated, then nodded, and we left our little stick hut.

As we walked down the path, passing a few hikers, she turned to me and whispered, “You cum a lot, dude…”

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