Smith continued his quick pace and because the path steepened, Friday struggled to keep up. She was not having the relaxing afternoon she had hoped. Still upset that she fell asleep and frustrated with the bee, her fall, the quail, and Smith's pace, Friday was just about ready to call it quits and return to the guesthouse. Smith was not helping her mood with his disregard for her companionship on the trail. By the time the pair arrived at Jackson's Table, Friday was in a sour mood.
Jackson's Table was located in a small clearing where a low large flat rock sat in the middle. There was a good size mound at one end of the cleaning and a stone path winding across the clearing to the mound and historical marker. Friday needed to get away from Smith for a few minutes to compose herself and started across the clearing to read the historical marker.
"Susan! Stop!" Rob called ending their game. "Back up slowly."
"I have had ..." Susan started to say but halted as she saw the snake lying across the path. She froze in fear no more than two feet from the serpent.
Rob quickly and smoothly moved between his wife and the snake. Using a long stick, he "encouraged" the snake to look for sun elsewhere. The snake apparently did not want to make a scene and nonchalantly slithered into the woods.
"OK it's gone," Rob said turning to Susan. He saw her shaking and caught her just before her legs gave way. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in to a comforting embrace. Released from the serpent-fear, Susan burst into tears.
Rob helped his wife walk to the table and sat down beside her. He enveloped her in his arms as she continued to cry. Rob felt her shoulders shake as Susan release her frustration and fear. For several minutes, Susan sobbed into Rob's chest.
Feeling Susan relax, Rob released his wife. She raised her face and it was a beautiful mess. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. Susan raised her hands to his face and pulled it close to hers. She kissed him gently on his lips; then again a little harder and finally in a full-blown, toe-curling kiss with their tongues dancing and pirouetting together.
Still kissing passionately, Susan pulled Rob onto the table. With one hand, she reached down and began to caress his cock through his pants. Rob moved her hand away then slid between her legs. He quickly removed her panties and dove into her neatly trimmed and very wet pussy. Spreading her lips, he ran his tongue up and down her wet opening. Finding Susan's "rose bud", he made quick circles over it, causing her to shudder in pleasure.
Rob ran his tongue up and down, savoring the many aromas. He spread her lips and lapped at her sweetness. Susan grunted with delight. The adrenaline from her fright and the sexual energy from Rob's attention filled her with animal lust. Rob sucked on her clit and Susan expelled a loud groan. She lifted her legs to give Rob as much access as possible and he took advantage of her openness.
Rob fucked Susan with his tongue; driving it as deep into her as he could. The faster he fucked her, the louder Susan moaned. He pushed his tongue as far as he could reach, then withdrew. He pushed his tongue again and again into her wetness. Susan was beside herself with excitement.
Rob drove his tongue into Susan again and withdrew it very slowly until the tip was barely touching her warm and engorged skin. He then slowly ran the tip up to her clit. He flicked the little button rapidly causing Susan to take in a sharp breath. He then sucked on the sweet spot forcing louder groan, moans, and several grunts from deep within his wife.
Susan's orgasm came on quickly and was short but very intense. She released her legs and grabbed Rob head, pushing it closer to her pussy as she came. After a quick respite, Susan sat up and encouraged Rob to stand. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them and his underwear to his ankles in one quick move. She took hold of his erect cock and stroked it a couple of times to make sure it was ready. She then stood, turned and bent over.
Rob's initial thrust was hard and complete. He quickly pulled back and once again rammed his member deep. He knew what she wanted. Susan wanted fucked and fucked hard. Rob grabbed her hips and drove his cock once again fully into Susan pussy. He pulled her to him as he rapidly drove deep into her. Susan held on to the rock and cried out in ecstasy. Robs hips were like a piston of a human-powered engine, propelling his shaft in and out of her pussy.
Susan erupted again, causing her to contract around tightly around Rob's cock as it continued to be pushed deep in her. A few minutes later, she came again, screaming loudly as Rob continued to drive his cock hard and fast into her soaking pussy. Finally, as Susan experienced yet another orgasm, Rob erupted deep in her. Shaking, Susan felt each throb and each gush. She stood there with her husband deep in her for a few seconds then fell forward onto Jackson's Table. She laid there, bare bottomed, and panting for several minutes as Rob composed himself.
Susan rolled onto her back. "Oh my fucking goodness!" she exclaimed. She was a mess. Her shirt stuck to her from sweat and it was caked with dirt. Her hair was wild with several strands coming loose from the cuff. She still shook with exhaustion and exhilaration. Furthermore, they could not find her panties.
"Let's get you back to the room and cleaned up. We will pick up our game after we have showered," Rob said.
"That works for me," Susan replied. They walked back to their guesthouse, hand-in-hand, passing several other guests. They giggled, wondering if anyone will find Susan's panties and knowing that Jackson's Table had yet one more secret to keep.
