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Brandon yanks at my shirt, pulling it open. Some of the buttons pop on the way down but I don’t care. I don’t care if he rips it clean off my body, I just want it gone. All the material that’s left between me and him is hell bent to torture me.

As his fingers reach behind my back and he fiddles with the clasp on my bra I notice that he’s actually trembling. To think that this overly confident, amazingly sexy, business man might actually be so turned on by me that he’s shaky makes me want to growl with my sexual prowess. I feel like a feral animal that’s been unleashed from a cage that I’ve been trapped in for far too long. I need this, I have to have him right now or I might just go insane.

Eventually my bra flutters away from my body, and Brandon steps back just enough to watch it fall to the ground. My chest heaves and my breaths fall raggedly out of my mouth. My nipples stand to attention, begging for attention. As Brandon cups underneath my breasts and he slowly brings his hands up over them, he rubs his thumbs over my nubs a couple of times causing me to gasp desperately. I’ve never felt so many sensations from my breasts before, and it’s incredible.

“Oh shit.” All of a sudden, Brandon changes things up by dipping his mouth down and wrapping his lips around my hypersensitive nipples. “Oh my God.”

His lips, his tongue, and then even his teeth. He grazes them over me, giving me the most incredible mix of pleasure and pain all at once. I grab onto his hair, I tug it and yank it as he drives me wild, but that just makes Brandon even more crazy. He speeds up and tugs harder until I just can’t take it any longer.

Then, just as he pulls his mouth away, leaving my nipples exposed to the cold night air, he hooks his hand into the waistband of my shorts and he pulls them right down. This action is so rapid and fast that my lace panties fly down with them, leaving me with only my cowboy boots on. I move to kick them off, but Brandon stops me.

“Hold on,” he whispers breathlessly at me. “Leave them on. Let me take your underwear off over them.”

I find it very exciting to be a part of his little cowgirl fantasy so I do as he asks. I’ve never been anyone’s fantasy girl before, and to be honest he’s mine as well. The tall, dark, handsome stranger that sends me to heaven and back and vanishes in the middle of the night… we’re both fulfilling a role here and it’s really kind of fun.

Once my underwear is gone, Brandon hooks his hand under my left knee and he bends it so my foot is pressed up against the wall. Then he nudges my knee so my legs fall further apart, allowing him to move in between my legs so he can press up against me.

Holy hell. Oh my God.

His thick, throbbing erection that’s pressed up against my core is intense. I can already tell that he’s absolutely massive and he’s definitely ready for me. The only question is am I ready for him? I’ve certainly never had anyone so large before and I have no idea what he’s going to do to me. Will I be able to handle it? I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out. I owe it to the girl who sat up on the stage not so long ago fantasizing about what this was going to feel like.

I slowly and tantalizingly unbutton his shirt as we kiss, running my fingers over his th

ick, strong muscles as I go down. He has an actual six pack which is amazing. Not something I’ve ever experienced before. As I touch it, I can’t help thinking that he should be gracing the pages of a magazine, not messing around with me in my cabin.

I get his shirt off so far but Brandon takes the final steps by shaking it off his shoulders. As he does I actually gasp loudly at the sight of him. He’s so damn gorgeous that it’s freaking me out a little. Then, he curls his fingers around the waistband of his boxers and he pushes them all the way down. While he bends down to pull a condom out of his pocket, I can’t seem to stop myself any longer. I trail my fingers downwards, edging further and further until I feel my own wetness.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as I touch myself. “Oh shit.”

Brandon’s eyes get heavy lidded with desire as he watches me intently, He rolls the condom over his cock but doesn’t connect with me right away. He stands there watching me as I run my hand up and down my soaking slit. This is probably something that I should be a little shy about, I’m certainly not usually so sexually adventurous, but with Brandon looking at me like that, and safe in the knowledge that this will only be a one time thing, I can just be as sexually liberated as I want.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Brandon rasps as he finally makes his way back to me. The fact that he said beautiful rather than sexy touches me, and makes me even more crazy.

Brandon grabs my hand away from me and he holds both of my hands above my head. He pins them there with one hand, then he uses the other to continue on what I was doing only moments before. As he does I buck and I roll my hips towards him. My touch was good, but fuck me his touch is incredible. His rough, yet velvety fingers feel incredible as they slide in and out of me, massaging my insides. I almost can’t contain the pressure that’s starting to build inside of me, it’s nearly too much…

And then he pushes me even closer to the edge by rubbing his thumb over my clit at the same time. My body is overloaded with sensations, I don’t know if I can stand it much longer.

Then Brandon’s hand moves away from me and I feel his tip teasing my entrance instead. I try to encourage him inside of me, I want to push him deep into me, but since he has complete control of my body I can’t. But that doesn’t stop me from bucking like crazy against him.

It’s been far too long since I’ve done something wild that’s just for me. This feels so damn good. It’s freaking incredible, I want more, I need more…

I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep myself away from the rest of the world if I’m honest. It’s seemed so easy to not go near any man, but that’s got to be because none of them have sent me anywhere near as wild. This… this is something else.

Eventually Brandon gives me what I need and he slides all the way into me, stretching me around him as he fills me up completely. I’m so damn aware of every inch of him, more than I ever have been with any man before. He slams into me pressing my butt hard against the wall as he thrusts over and over again. With every stroke he gets harder and faster as the animalistic side of him gets the better of him too. It’s too much for me, so much that I lift my other foot off the ground too and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, driving him in even deeper.

This might be wrong, I might never usually act like this, but my God it feels so right. My head is spinning, I can practically see stars, and the pressure is still building.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out as the pleasure intensifies. I’m not usually so vocal, but today I can’t stop the words. Luckily my cottage is too far away from anyone so no one will be able to hear me no matter how much noise I make… which is a truly liberating thought. “Oh fucking hell.”

Brandon grinds, continuing to hit all the right spots, sending me ever closer to the edge of desire… and then I’m falling. The moment simply crashes into me hard and shakes and shatters through my body. I buck and thrust back as hard as I can, just trying to extend the most amazing pleasure that I’ve ever experienced in my life. It has never been as intense as this before. The orgasm is like a tsunami of bliss that continually crashes over and over me until there isn’t anything of me left. Just a shuddering, sweaty, but very satisfied mess.

“That was amazing,” I gasp into his mouth once the bliss has shot through him too. “Oh my God, I don’t think it’s ever felt so good before.”

As Brandon drops me to my feet and he pulls away from me, I wonder if there should be some regret coming to me now. There isn’t, I’m still fully basking in the post orgasmic glow, but there probably should be. I’ve just had my very first one night stand after all!

But then Brandon smiles at me, and I realize that it’s silly to feel that way. We’re just two consenting adults that met and decided to have a bit of fun. Now, we will part ways. I’ll go to bed and he’ll head back to wherever it is he’s staying and we’ll never see each other again. Well… I’ll probably see him in a lot of my future fantasies, but that’s it.

This will just be what it is, one night of meaningless, random fun.