An unexpected encounter

We are in small woods on the slopes of a small town. She is a dark-haired, rather thin woman with long legs. A lover of nature, she decides to go for a run. Since it is almost summer, she is dressed only in a pair of black shorts, which are comfortable but leave her legs exposed, and a tight violet sleeveless T-shirt that leaves her navel exposed.

It is evening, the sun has set, she has been running for more than half an hour and is all sweaty. She feels the fatigue but continues. At one point, because of the uneven ground, she trips and sprains her ankle. She screams in pain. She is alone, she cannot walk and there is no signal. She starts cursing herself. Fortunately, I was taking a walk and I hear her scream. I head in the direction of the scream and see her on the ground in pain. A woman, no longer very young but not completely mature either. Full lips and dark eyes, a stark contrast to her pale complexion.

I look at her legs and a hint of excitement grows. I ignore her and try to help her. We go in search of a place where you can sit. She puts her arm on my shoulders to use me as a crutch. The smell of her sweat and the physical contact turn me on again. But I push him away again. After a few minutes we find a rock where you can sit. I slip off her black shoe and matching sock. Her ankle is swollen. But I don't care anymore. I am tremendously excited at the sight of her snow-white foot. I tell her that the swelling must be stopped with something. So I take off my shirt, but instead of wrapping her ankle, I grab her wrists and tie her up. She wants to run but she can't. She can't run. She tries to scream but I shove her sock into her mouth. I see terror in her eyes. But also something else. I don't understand what it is. But by now I am no longer thinking clearly. Seized by my primitive instincts, I make her turn and kneel. I lick the sweat on her neck and then, crudely, have her lie face down. I slip off her shorts and panties and for a moment admire her bottom, not perfect but still remarkable.

She tries to resist but my hand on her back is enough to keep her pinned. With my other hand I grab her buttocks and then go down deep until I touch her other lips. She winces slightly but nevertheless continues to resist. Heedless, I sink two fingers inside her and begin to move them rhythmically lost in my instincts. At some point I realize that she is no longer resisting at all but only moaning. So I pull out my penis, fully erect, and rush onto her and penetrate her. A stifled cry comes from the woman but no hint of resistance. The excitement is so great that I have to give 100% to hold myself back and not come. Without stopping, I lie on top of her and remove the sock from her mouth. Her moans are now more alive, no longer muffled. No longer able to hold back, I pour all my semen into her. She too, feeling my warm liquid, begins to shake and moan uncontrollably. Once we calm down, I untie her and look into her eyes. The terror in her eyes has vanished. What is left is only the pleasure of a wonderful mistaken encounter.

(This is a fictional story)