I collapsed onto the ground, uncaring of how a twig poked into my ass and the sun warmed my skin uncomfortably. We were well into the middle of the morning by now, and the sun was beating down its rays with a ferocity that made me wonder if it were out to give every human under it skin cancer. None of that mattered to me in that moment, though. I panted for breath, recovering after a strenuous bout of s*x. The woman - it hit me then that I had not asked her name - was curled up to me, her own breathing short and rapid, too.
“That was good,” I sighed, turning to face her. Instead of agreeing, however, she jerked upright with a look of horror on her face, her hand across her breasts. f**k! I guess I was too caught up in chasing my own orgasm to care if she came, I castigated myself. How co
