The Bird Hide

It was our first meeting. We’d been speaking for months and finally plucked up the courage to meet. Brand new to online dating, we were breaking each other’s first meeting virginity, maybe that’s why we waited for so long. We communicated daily, spoke about anything and everything. 

I wore my favourite figure hugging jeans and a plain top, I didn’t want to make too much of an effort, especially since we were meeting at a ‘safe’ place - a nature reserve for an afternoon walk. He’d commented previously on our video chats, that he liked it when I wore my hair down, freshly washed and blow dried. Ok, so it was a little effort, but understated. I felt so nervous on the way, thoughts running through my head - what if he was a crazed serial killer? What if we met in person and just didn’t like each other, would we continue the walk, awkward silence, and all?

I arrived, and 5 minutes later, a message flashed up on my phone ‘I’m here, I’ll see you at the front entrance xx’. My tummy somersaulted and my legs turned to jelly. I paid for my parking ticket, placed it on the dashboard and locked the car. I had to remind myself to place one foot in front of the other the whole time, to not run back to the safety of my car. 

I got to the gate and a familiar face was grinning back at me, he was shorter than I thought, and he immediately pulled me in a bear hug, our bodies pressed together, I naturally wrapped my arms around him, as though we’d known each other forever. We said our hellos, paid the entrance fee and started on the walk. The reserve was quiet today, not many people around. I’m a photographer, but, I left my camera at home, opting to just use my smart phone to snap anything that caught my eye. But our conversation flowed and I completely forgot to take pictures for a good hour until he reminded me that he wanted to see me in action. 

Moments later, we happened upon an old windmill, so, I took out my camera to frame the perfect picture, and capture some of the details. When I have the camera, I become lost in my moment. I suddenly became aware that he was standing behind me, just to my right, close enough that I could hear him breathing, close enough that I could smell the faint musk of his aftershave. I became a little lightheaded, that moment lasted around a second, but I had certainly felt his energy. 

We walked a little further, in silence. We were on a fairly wide path but he stayed close, and every time his arm bumped mine, I felt that energy, like bolts of electricity. Was he feeling, what I was feeling? I tried to stay neutral about it. Not wanting to give anything away. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. Eventually, we started talking, small talk to begin with, identifying species of trees and plants around us. We came cross a bird hide, a tall one, three storeys high. We climbed in, and up the ladders, the building felt a little rickety, and the sunlight filtered through the spaces in the wood planks which made up the walls. We were up on the third level, up in the tree canopy. I stood there, amongst the trees, watching the birds, listening to them chirruping and tweeting. He sat the other side, looking out to the distance. I sat next to him and again, for a few minutes, we were silent.

Not a soul out there, just the two of us, the birds and the trees. I took out my phone, to review the pictures that I’d taken so far, and he moved closer, our thighs touching, it was all I could do, to control my breathing. My pictures became my focus, I could feel his warm breath, and he leaned in, brushed my hair away, exposing my neck and he gently kissed me. I turned toward him and we were kissing, tongues probing each other, tasting, memorising .. his hand slowly moving to fondle my clothed breast, rubbing over my nipples. His kiss was strong, passionate, I hoped that I was keeping up with him. 

He hand laid at my crotch, he undid my zip and expertly slipped his fingers inside me, I was already wet what with the anticipation and the hug and windmill moment. I let out a moan, and he rubbed me gently, his fingers on my gspot and his thumb teasing my clit. I was holding on to him tightly because I could feel my legs becoming tense, my whole body suddenly became warm and shuddered as I came over his hands. My heart racing and my breath short. I’m pretty much used to guys stopping at this point. Not him though, he continued. Rubbing my gspot, teasing my clit, his other hand supporting the back of my head, holding my hair, still kissing me, more urgently than before, I came again but he still continued to work on me. He lifted my top, and started to suckle at my nipple and I gasped and instantly came again, this time, a huge, warm gush of juices all over his hand. I was backed up against the wall and wanted him, right there. I undid his trousers and freed his cock, hard, bulging and begging for release. The idea of him that turned on for me made me come again. I started to work on his cock, sliding my hand up and down his shaft, it felt so hot to touch and was throbbing. Moving with a firm grip, we started to move in unison, he never let go of me the whole time and within a few minutes we came. 

We lay there, slumped against the wall. A few minutes later, a couple of people walked up toward the hide and started to ascend the ladder. We fixed ourselves up and moved to the other side of the hide, looking out at the trees, he stood next to me, and we didn’t say a word. 

We climbed down the ladders and continued on our walk, feeling warm and satisfied. He kissed me gently as I got back into my car and we parted ways. Never to see or hear from him again.