RedCherry

The Forest Detour 🍃🚘

Added 2025-08-14 18:00:04 +0000 UTC

I don’t know what came over me. That day, when my shift ended, I didn’t go home — I didn’t go to him. My boyfriend had sent another one of his typical texts like "Can’t wait to see you, baby," and it didn’t spark desire, just tired boredom. Everything with him had become so predictable — I knew exactly when he’d finish, when he’d go soft, and when he’d lazily mumble "That was nice, babe."

So I turned off the main road, drove toward the edge of the forest, to that quiet spot where cars rarely pass. I stopped, killed the engine, and stripped down to nothing but my lace thigh-highs. Not for anyone else — just to feel alive. Real.

Sitting in silence, I spread my legs and started touching myself. Slowly at first, then more desperately. The car was filled with the scent of my arousal, and my fingers were soaked almost instantly. It felt like the trees outside were watching. The thought made my heart race.

I shut my eyes, about to come, when I heard footsteps. I froze. A man was walking toward me. Tall, hood pulled up, his face hidden. He stopped just a meter from my car, saying nothing. My heart pounded like crazy. I don’t know why — maybe I wanted to be caught, maybe I was just so wet I couldn’t think clearly — but I rolled the window down.

He stared at me. Then slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled it out.

I gasped — not from fear, but from what I saw. His penis was massive. Honestly, at least four times bigger than my boyfriend’s. Thick, heavy, and already pulsing.

“Want it?” he asked simply. I nodded without a word.

I leaned over and took him into my mouth. He was hot, heavy, twitching against my tongue. I sucked him eagerly, feeling how he tensed, how his breath hitched. I wanted more. Needed more. He placed a hand on the back of my head — not forcefully, just guiding me.

When he pulled out of my mouth, I didn’t hesitate. I stepped out of the car and bent over the hood, pressing my hands and bare chest against the metal. The cold of the car bit into my skin, but I was already burning inside.

He came up behind me. I could feel the head of his cock brushing my soaked folds. Then, suddenly, he was inside — all the way, hard and deep. I cried out — not from pain, but pure, raw pleasure. He stretched me open, filled me completely. His thrusts were powerful, almost rough — exactly how I needed it. I was coming, again and again, with every slam of his hips. Screaming so loud the birds in the forest probably took flight.

I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs, his stomach smacking against my ass. The car creaked beneath us. And all I could think about was how wrong and right it felt — doing this on the car my boyfriend gave me, screaming with another man deep inside me.

He pounded harder, breathing fast, then suddenly let out a deep groan. I felt his cum pour into me in hot, thick waves. He didn’t stop right away — just held himself there, pulsing, unloading everything he had inside me. I came again from the sheer intensity.

He stepped back, zipped up, and disappeared into the woods without a word. I didn’t call out. Didn’t ask his name. I just slowly slid behind the wheel again — still nearly naked, legs trembling, fingers still slick.

Now I’m driving home. My pussy is full of a stranger’s cum, and all I can think about is how much I want my boyfriend to get on his knees and lick it all out of me. I want to punish him. Or maybe punish myself. I’m not sure.

I’m ashamed.
But I’m smiling.