Underneath the dim glow of streetlights, amidst the rustling leaves of an old oak tree, she lay there waiting for him - her heart pounding with anticipation and trepidation as if it were a drum in some primal ritual. Her name was Lila, but tonight, under the cloak of darkness, she would answer to no one but the man who held the key to her body and soul.
He approached her from behind, his footsteps hushed by the soft earth beneath them. His hands were rough, calloused from years spent working outdoors, and they trembled with excitement as he reached out to touch her for the first time. He could feel her heart racing through his fingertips, a wild, untamed beat that mirrored the one pounding in his chest.
As he knelt down beside her, he noticed the swell of her breast beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The sight of it sent a shiver down his spine and filled him with an overwhelming sense of desire. With trembling hands, he gently pulled back the fabric to reveal the soft mound that had been teasingly hidden from view for so long.
He leaned in closer, savoring the taste of her skin as his lips made contact with hers. Her scent - sweet and slightly musky - filled his nostrils, and he could feel his breath catch in his throat as he savored it. His tongue danced across her lips, tasting the saltiness from the tears that had fallen earlier tonight when she thought their love would be lost forever.
As their passion intensified, they continued to explore each other's bodies with a fervor that bordered on desperation. Her fingers traced delicate patterns along his back, down his hips, and finally to the bulge in his pants that had been throbbing with desire for days now. She could feel the heat radiating from it, and she knew that she needed to touch it, needed to feel the way it pulsed against her fingertips.
He removed her dress in one swift motion, revealing the exquisite beauty of her body beneath. Her breasts were like perfect little mounds, crowned by dark, swollen nipples that begged to be touched and sucked on. She arched her back as he took one of them into his mouth, sucking gently before moving on to the other.
He could hear the sound of her moaning, feel it vibrating against his skin as she reached for his cock through his pants. He knew that she wanted more - needed more - and so he unzipped his fly, freeing his erection from its confines. It was long and thick, and she could see the droplets of precum glistening at the tip as she wrapped her hand around it.
With a growl, he pulled away from her, moving to kneel between her legs. She gasped as he thrust himself inside her, filling her in ways that she had never been filled before. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her body responding to his every movement - the way his hips ground against hers, the way his fingers dug into her flesh, leaving behind small bruises that would later serve as reminders of this night.
He began to thrust harder and faster, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. She could feel it building within him - a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume them both. And then, just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he let go, surrendering to the overwhelming urge to come.
His body shuddered as spurt after spurt of hot cum coated her insides, filling her up in ways that she had never been filled before. As the last drop escaped him, they both collapsed onto the soft earth beneath them, panting heavily as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
This was more than just sex - it was a connection, a bond forged through passion and desire. And as the stars twinkled overhead and the night grew darker still, they knew that they had shared something truly special, something that would forever be etched into their memories as 'Missionary: A Love Story Unfolds.'