Adventurous Sex in a Tractor
"The Effect of Exercise," an erotic Vanilla short story by H.C. Goodwin
It wasn’t supposed to be to be this hot and humid, nor her pack this heavy, Maria thought, leaning against a tree waiting for Neil. She was also waiting for her breath to come back. They had taken a train out of the city this morning, then a taxi to the trailhead. They had been gasping ever since.
It’s been years since I’ve gotten New York City, she thought, looking up at the canopy of trees above her. Maria felt alive and aware of her body. She had read in some magazine that a half hour of physical exertion would boost her libido, and she believed it after trudging all day through the sticky woods. She smiled, biting lightly on her bottom lip.
“What are you grinning at?” the shirtless Neil asked, rounding the bend of the trail. His body looked solid under the pack weight; his shoulders wider and more muscular. His chest glistened under the dappled sunlight, and it highlighted his tight abs.
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Maria crossed her arms below her breasts, pushing them together and up against the sternum strap. Neil eyed them and she knew he was looking for her nipples under the thin, damp cloth.
“We should get going,” she said, dropping her arms and walking down the path. She heard him sigh.
Maria had been listening for hours for the road they had to cross before getting to camp. Her body was starting to ache and her mind kept drifting to an image of Neil rubbing her shoulders with his strong hands, his breath on her neck. She would tilt her head away so he could kiss her in that spot by her ear. She could almost feel his hands moving to the front of her body, pulling her close against his bare chest, cupping her breasts and teased her nipples. Her breath caught at the idea and her chest swelled.
When she finally stepped onto the road it was unexpected, and it forced her from her daydream. The road was small, dirt, with nothing in site but a yellow tractor framed by the green of the forest.
“Almost there,” Neil observed from behind her.
“Yeah,” she said, turning but not stopping. Neil’s eyes were fixated on her ass. A surprised grin lit up her face. She knew the pack exaggerated the movement of her hips, but she hadn’t expected him to look so absorbed. A new heat rose in her. Making camp couldn’t come soon enough.
When they arrived at camp, they had it all to themselves. They spread their gear everywhere. “Where’s the tent?” Neil asked from the middle of the heap.
“It should be there,” she said, taking off her boots.
“Didn’t you pack it?” he asked, rummaging around.
She poured a little cold water over her neck and arms, wanting him to watch her. Her skin tingled and her nipples tightened. But he was focused on finding the tent.
“Didn’t you?” she asked.
“I’d have noticed the extra pack weight.”
Maria took a breath and looked at the cloudless sky. She didn’t want the heat inside her to fizzle out. “It’s a beautiful night… people backpack without tents all the time.”
“We don’t have much choice, do we?” Neil shrugged, sitting on a log to take off his own boots. She pulled off her shirt and bra in one fluid motion, arching her back. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. His attention was hers. She turned.
She ran a washcloth over one shoulder, down between her breast, under her left tit, then over it. His eyes tracked the movement of the cloth as she repeated the motion on the other shoulder and breast. She noticed that he had hopelessly knotted one bootlace and was using his heel to pry off the boot. He stood, ready to put his large hands on her body, but she pulled on her pajama top. Maria pretended not to notice his sigh.
She teased him all through dinner. He couldn’t help but gaze at her breasts, bare under her shirt, which she occasionally brushed against him as she moved around. She pushed her hips toward him as she stretched, and captured his focus with her ass when she bent to rummage in her pack.
The sun set and Maria crawled into the sleeping bags that they had zipped together. She glanced up at the night sky. “Was that lightning?” she asked.
“Nah,” he said, and then he was on top of her. He pinned her arms by her side as his mouth found her neck in the dark. Her hips arched up to meet him. He nipped at her soft skin. He thrust against her—there were too many layers between them until she felt one of his fingers slip under the waistband of her pants. She gasped.
“Have you been wet all day?” he asked, slipping a finger between her folds.
She couldn’t answer him as he inserted a second finger. He kissed her forcefully. He gently bit her lips and coiled the fingers of his free hand into her long hair, forcing her to open her mouth wider.
There was that lightning again and then the rain started to fall. “Shit,” Neil said.
“What do we do?” Maria asked, dreading the hide the next day carrying a sleeping bag with ten extra backbreaking pounds of water weight.
“I don’t know.”
Maria suddenly remembered the tractor, the yellow of it standing out in her mind, and the tiny closed-in cab. “The tractor,” she yelled over the thunder.
“Let’s go,” he said. They slipped out of their sleeping bags and stood. The rain soaked her thin shirt. Unable to resist, Neil ran his hands up her torso; pushing her shirt up towards her breast. He lowered his mouth to her body and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
“I thought we were going,” she gasped as he rolled his tongue around her nipple. The rain came down harder.
“Right,” he said, breaking away from her. They scooped up their sleeping bags and stepped into their boots, running as quickly as they could in the dark. When they burst into the cab of the tractor, they were drenched, gasping, and laughing.
Neil dropped down into the black leather seat. “Cold?” he asked, looking up at her and eyeing her tits as she shivered. He reached up and pulled her down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her.
She wanted him. She moved her breasts against him, her cold, hard nipples rubbed on his chest. Their heavy breathing had already fogged up the tiny compartment. She wiggled her hips, stroked the side of his neck, and kissed the other side. His arms tightened around her; she rocked her hips harder, making her body roll against his. He gasped and let her go long enough to strip the wet shirt from her. Her fingers fumbled as she tugged off his shirt – it joined hers with a splat on the floor. He bent, pushing his face against her neck and chest.
“Teasing me all day.” His words were hot on her cold skin.
“What are you going to do about it?” she giggled. She pulled away so his mouth couldn’t reach her breast. She thumbed one erect nipple and then the other. He watched; hands trying to pull her closer, but she resisted.
“How long are you going to stay in those pants?” she asked with a raise of her eyebrows and a lick of her lips.
He almost dropped her on the floor in his haste to pull of his pants, then hers. She pushed him back into the seat. She straddled him without allowing contact between their bodies. She kissed him deeply. It wasn’t until she heard him growl that she finally rocked her body, caressing his hard cock with her damp folds.
He moaned when she tried to pull away again. His hand on her hips held her. “No more teasing,” he said. His eyes were dark and hungry. He kissed her as he pulled her down on his cock. She whimpered. He slowly filled her and held her in place. Her nails dug into his arms as the tension built inside her.
Finally, he let her move. He put one hand on her breast and left the other on her hip as she moved up and down on his cock. She leaned in to kiss him, but only skimmed her lips on his. He buried his fingers in her short dark hair and slowly pulled her backwards. Her body shifted and she gasped at the new angle of his cock inside her. He held the back of her neck to kiss her, not teasing her, but gorging on her. When he let her go she was gasping and aching to move.
His hand left her breast and caressed one side of her face before sliding down her neck and then once more into her hair. He pulled her head back by her hair, exposing more skin on her neck. She closed her eyes as he licked and lightly bit her neck and ear. He caught one of her bouncing breasts in his palm. She glided up until only the head of his cock was still inside her. She stayed like that, legs trembling with the effort, as she contracted her muscles around the head of his cock. With eyes locked and her muscles still held taut, she pushed back down, moaning as she went.
Neil lifted her body again by her hips. He wedged a hand between their bodies, and she felt a finger on her clit, rubbing and rolling. She gasped, eyes squeezed shut, and tried to pull more of him into her. Neil released her hip. He trailed his fingers up her back and lightly pressed his hand to the base of her neck, making her breath catch.
Maria rolled her hips, loosing the sense of their shared rhythm and moving to her own—it was the best she could do as her orgasm took over. The drumming of the rain on the metal roof was drowned out by their ragged breathing. His finger was still on her clit, his mouth against her ear, and a hand on the small of her back pushing him deeper into her.
She came and he held her there as her body quivered and his hips rocked into her. He pushed his face into her breasts again, his hot breath and tongue covering her. Maria could feel him throbbing inside her. He thrust into her once more, making her body quake again. She could feel his body tense. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth digging into her, and he came inside her. One smaller shudder passed through her before he eased his grip.
“Tease,” Neil said, smiling.
“Worth it, though, yes?” she asked, moving against him again. He was still buried inside of her. She felt his cock stir deep inside of her.
“Yes, worth it,” he said and kissed her deeply. Maria knew, as she settled against him, that they weren’t going to have a restful night’s sleep, but sleep had been the last thing on her mind all day, anyway.
Originally published August 2010