Writing Retreat Pt. 01: Forbidden Tryst

"I feel like I'm packing too many outfits. Shouldn't I be, like, casting aside earthly desires so I can focus, or something? They have laundry there. I should just wear the same thing every day." Aura sighed, anxiously tied and un-tied her long dark hair into a ponytail, and looked at the fast-growing pile of clothing on her bed, next to her suitcase.

Her friend and housemate, Grace, laughed. "Jesus, you talk about it like it's a monastery. I think it's ok if you want to look cute at the writer's retreat. But there won't be any retreat for you if you don't finish packing. Just get it done. Stop overthinking."

Aura knew that Grace was right. Aura was nervous, and when she got nervous, she focused on insignificant details. She knew she had gotten extremely lucky. There was no way she could have afforded the multi-thousand dollar price tag for this retreat had she not won a spot reserved for "promising young talent" - a designation she found ironic, because she felt neither particularly young nor promising. Though she'd had a few of her pieces published in short story collections and magazines, she had always thought that she would have done something "bigger" by twenty-eight. She had the loose outline of a novel, but just couldn't make herself buckle down and get it done.

This writing retreat was the perfect opportunity - a two-month stay at a scenic area a couple hours' drive away. Lodging and meals were covered. She could walk forest trails and sit by the rocky beach when she needed inspiration. Distractions would be minimal, and all she had to do was show up and write. It felt almost too good to be true, and Aura found herself constantly battling an unwanted thought: You're gonna blow it. She pushed it away once more, took Grace's advice, and finished packing as quickly as she could.

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The retreat grounds were even more beautiful than Aura had expected. The area was lush with trees and full of shady spots where one could sit and take in the sounds of running water nearby. There were three large buildings - two residential halls, each of which contained private dorm rooms and a couple of common spaces with gorgeous nature views for group sessions and quiet co-writing time, and a large dining hall situated between the two. A couple of smaller administrative buildings and some storage sheds dotted the landscape.

Aura couldn't help but notice, as she followed around a couple of staff members for a brief orientation of the space, that the beauty wasn't limited to the scenery - many of the other writers she walked past were head-turningly hot, in an academic way that Aura always went for. She hadn't been expecting that - in her mind, the other writers would be much older, and sex would be one of the many distractions that she could leave behind for these two months. But even though Aura was the "promising young talent" at the retreat, many of the other writers she saw couldn't have been much older than thirty. Focus, Aura told herself, and tried to listen attentively to what the Site Supervisor, a middle-aged, moustached man named Mr. Grant, was telling her about fire safety protocol. For as attractive as the other writers were, the staff at the retreat had a distinctly stodgy vibe. In fact, the retreat as a whole had some bizarrely traditional aspects. For example, the two dormitory halls were segregated by gender. Men weren't allowed in the women's dorm, and vice versa. "You're here to write, not to fornicate," Mr. Grant had said, dryly, while going over the site rules. Aura had had to choke back a laugh - it reminded her of the way the staff at her all-girls high school thought they were guaranteeing students wouldn't be distracted by sex, when in reality a ton of the girls were hooking up with each other.

The rule at the writing retreat, however, did end up serving one purpose. It kept Aura and Adrien away from each other - at least at first.

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Aura first saw Adrien on the third day of the retreat, while all of the residents were packed into the dining hall for lunch. There was nothing specifically prohibiting the men's and women's groups from mingling during mealtimes - the retreat wasn't that backwards and restrictive - but it was seeming, so far, like most people tended to stick with the writers they were getting to know in their dorm buildings anyway. This was the case for Aura, too, who had sat down to eat at one of the long, farmhouse-style tables with her dorm neighbours Julie, a plus-sized, spectacled brunette with ample curves, and Portia, who was tall and slim, dark-skinned, and sported a short natural hairstyle. As the two of them chatted about their nearby hometowns, Aura ate the last bites of her lasagna and her eyes scanned the room, landing on a young man who was sitting by himself at the next table.

Adrien was tall, and his frame looked modelesque in denim cut-offs and a navy blue crew neck sweatshirt. His black hair had a slight wave to it, and his strong brow was slightly furrowed in focus at the passage he was reading. It was the book he was holding that first caught Aura's eye - a volume of longform poetry that Aura had also planned to read while at the retreat. The same book sat in her room, so far untouched. Aura then allowed her gaze to move up to Adrien's classically handsome face, then his long-limbed body. He looked strong but somehow delicate, graceful. Stop it, Aura said to herself. She had done a good job casting sex out of her mind so far - she had been at the retreat for less than 72 hours, but it still felt impressive given how many sexy, intelligent people were around. Adrien, though - there was something about him that made her mind wander to thoughts she shouldn't be having. Thoughts of being underneath him and...

Just then, Adrien looked up from his book and met Aura's eyes. He smiled, and Aura looked away, embarrassed. He totally caught me staring - and, shit, now he's walking over here. "Hey," he said, taking a seat next to Aura on the bench. "I'm Adrien. You're Aura, right?"

Aura was confused. "How did you know my name?"

"I got here around the same time as you the other day. You were holding this." He held the thick volume, the one they both owned, out in front of him. "I asked Mr. Grant what your name was. I was surprised there was someone else here as masochistic as me. This shit is dense." He grinned, revealing a deep dimple on the right side of his mouth.

Aura laughed. "I haven't started reading it yet," she admitted. "But I'm always up for a little punishment." What the fuck, Aura, she thought to herself. What am I saying? Something about Adrien's energy brought out a boldly flirtatious side of her. She was surprised at how turned on she noticed herself feeling even though they were in a room full of people. And was she just imagining it, or had he slid a little closer to her on the bench? She tried to adopt a casual, playful tone. "I'm surprised Mr. Grant gave you my name at all, given that I'm, you know... a woman," she whispered.

Adrien laughed hard. "I know, this place and its ridiculous rules. Trust me, he didn't seem happy about it."

Aura and Adrien looked at each other, smiling, for an extended beat. "Ok, writers," came an interruption from the front of the dining hall. It was the Site Administrator, Mr. Grant's underling, Dylan. He looked young, possibly even younger than Aura, with curly brown hair and tanned skin. "Lunch service is ending. Head back to your residential halls and we'll see you back here for dinner."

"Let's go, Aur," said Julie, as she and Portia stood and gathered their things. Aura got up, coming back to reality after her moment with Adrien.

"See you at dinner," Adrien said, smiling. Seeing his full, standing height brought

the thoughts back to Aura's mind - thoughts of those arms pinning her down, of...

Aura tried to push the thoughts away, but she noticed that Adrien was looking at her body, taking in her lithe frame, pausing just for a moment on her inch of exposed midriff, then her perky, bra-less B-cup breasts, their rounded shape and a hint of protruding nipple visible through her lace-trimmed black tank top. Finally, his gaze came back to her face - her big, hazel eyes framed by tendrils of dark hair that had fallen out of her bun. He winked at her, then turned to leave, and Aura felt full of animalistic urge. She could feel that she was heating up and that her panties were starting to dampen.

She turned to leave, following Julie and Portia back to their rooms. While she walked, she looked at the schedule for the rest of her day on her phone. Damn it - we have a group session in five minutes. Aura valued the group sessions with writing instructors, where everyone shared their goals for the retreat and the progress they were making towards them, but all she really wanted to do in that moment was shut herself in her room, pull down her jeans, and rub herself through her panties, thinking about what she'd like to be doing with Adrien. Instead, she stopped, inhaled, and sighed deeply, trying to transition back into Serious Writer mode. Remember why you're here. She'd see him at dinner, and till then, she had work to do.

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The afternoon was productive - Aura was inspired by hearing the other writers talk about their approaches, and spent the subsequent independent time plotting out the arc of her novel. The idea of getting the thing finished was starting to feel more manageable. She probably could have gotten even more done if her mind hadn't wandered to thoughts of Adrien every couple of minutes. At dinnertime, she walked back to the dining hall with Portia and Julie, loaded her tray with roasted chicken and potatoes, then sat with them at the same table where they'd eaten lunch. Aura joined their conversation about one of the writing instructors, who held a prestigious teaching position at Columbia University and whose work was... an acquired taste, that all three of them had yet to acquire. As Aura chatted, she also scanned the room for Adrien. He wasn't sitting where he had been at lunchtime, and she didn't see him at any of the other tables...

There. Standing near the back of the room, Adrien was chatting with one of the other instructors. One-on-one time with them was hard to come by, so Adrien must have been taking advantage of the opportunity. Aura decided she wouldn't interrupt them, though she kept stealing glances at him. His toned calves, his wavy hair... every time she looked at him, she found another body part that turned her on. She found herself drawing her eyes up from the frayed hem of his denim shorts, toward his crotch, where a distinct, large bulge took shape even through the loose fabric. She lingered there for a moment, and imagined herself kneeling before him, undoing his button and zipper, kissing the bulge through his boxer briefs - dark blue, in her imagination...

"Aura!" Julie's laugh finally broke through Aura's daydreaming. "Damn, girl. You were really zoned out. You didn't like his memoir either, right? Portia hasn't read it."

"Oh god, don't," said Aura. She found the instructor they were talking about to be so insufferable that she relished any opportunity to talk about it, even if it meant pulling her eyes away from Adrien for a moment. "Unless you want to hear about how he went through struggles no one else could possibly comprehend because his upstate house renovation took longer than he expected." Julie and Portia laughed, and continued to chat as they finished their meals. The dinner hour was passing quickly, and though she was enjoying getting to know her new neighbours better, she couldn't help but feel disappointed that she hadn't had any more time with Adrien. But that's for the best, right? She thought to herself. I should probably focus on my work and just enjoy the eye candy from afar.

A few minutes later, Dylan announced the end of the dinner service and the beginning of "unstructured time," where writers were free to do what they wanted before they turned in for the night. Many of them would take the time to write, which was Aura's plan, too. She lined up behind Julie and Portia to return her tray on her way out of the hall, and found herself giving the room another scan for Adrien. She was looking behind her when she felt the tap on her shoulder. She whipped her head back around just in time to see Adrien in front of her, disappearing out the front doors of the dining hall, giving her a wink and a smile. Aura sighed. God, he really is hot. She attempted to shake off the distraction and regain some sense of focus. As she lifted her tray onto the return cart, she noticed there was something next to her empty plate - a small, lined piece of paper, folded in half. She opened it as she walked behind her friends back to their residence, and read the short note, written in what must have been Adrien's endearingly lazy-looking script: Page 62 made me think of you. Hope this isn't too forward. If it is, I won't bother you again. If not..." The number that followed must have been Adrien's phone number.

Aura stuck the note in her pocket. "I'm just going to try to write for the rest of the night," she told Julie and Portia as they reached their rooms. "See you guys in the morning." Aura entered her room, shut her door, and sat on her bed, opening and re-reading Adrien's note. She grabbed the heavy poetry anthology on her desk and flipped to page 62, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. What had made Adrien think of her? She landed on the page, on which was printed one of the book's shorter poems:

How quickly a passing thought becomes a need when tended to time and time again in the imagination.

How quickly that need becomes an ache.

How cruel the torture of its boundless want; how close to ecstasy we become in its relief.

Aura read, and re-read, the lines. They could have been written by her, about how entirely Adrien had consumed her thoughts since she had first seen him earlier that day. Knowing that Adrien felt the same way... staring at the lines on the page, Aura felt her resolve to stay away from sex on this retreat, weak as it had been these last few hours, begin to slip away entirely. She could, of course, let him know she was flattered but that she was here to write. But the deep ache, the one she now knew she and Adrien both shared, pulled her in another direction. She picked up her phone, entered Adrien's number, and wrote him a text.

It's Aura. You're not being too forward at all. I feel the ache. It's all I can think about today.

Aura saw that Adrien began typing his reply almost instantly. It popped up on her screen a moment later: I feel it too. I know we just met, but I can't stop thinking about bringing you to ecstasy.

Aura felt her blood rush down to her pussy. She shifted her hips slightly and bit her lip, letting out a little moan as she allowed herself to think about what it would be like to have Adrien bring her to orgasm. And before she could think twice, she replied to him: I'm wet with need. I want my tongue on your cock and your fingers inside of me.

Aura threw her phone down beside her on her bed. She could feel herself blushing. What was she doing? She couldn't believe she'd been so bold with this guy who was basically a stranger. And, what, were they just going to sext all night? What would it be like when she saw him at breakfast the next day? Aura sighed, hoping she hadn't ruined the flirtation by being too direct. She picked up her phone gingerly, and read Adrien's reply:

There's a spot just behind the dining hall that I don't think anyone can really see at night. Some guys on my floor were drinking there yesterday and didn't get caught. Want to meet there? We can just talk if you'd like. I'll bring a blanket.

Aura's breath caught in her throat. Her heart started to beat faster. She hadn't imagined that this flirtation could result in actual physical contact, but now that it was on the table - that she might have a chance to actually touch Adrien, to feel his body against hers - she felt an almost otherworldly temptation to join him in this reckless plan, to abandon her mission of focusing on work and work only. She sent him one word in response: Yes.

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Aura had tried to slip out of her room as quietly as possible. Exploring the grounds wasn't prohibited, even at nighttime, but she didn't want to run into her new friends and risk having them want to join her on her "walk." She made her way towards the back of the dining hall, stepping carefully through the ankle-height grass around her. The spot being secluded meant there wasn't a path that led out that way, so the ground was a bit rocky beneath her feet. Hopefully I'm not about to get murdered, Aura thought casually, but the truth was that she wasn't afraid - though she barely knew him, and perhaps foolishly, she felt like Adrien was someone she could trust.

She had gotten ready to meet him quickly, a part of her knowing that if she took her time, she might second-guess this idea. She kept her lacy black camisole on, but changed out of her jeans and into a mid-length, 90s-style peach-coloured satin skirt with deep pink trim. As she walked, her excitement to see Adrien was mixed with a slight feeling of nerves about the unknown. She didn't normally do this kind of thing - she had only slept with a few guys before, people she'd been in relationships with. But at this retreat, she felt like she could be someone else. Like maybe being a great writer meant leaning into her messy side, into her lustful desires. Or maybe these were just things she was telling herself to try to make sense of how badly she wanted Adrien, and what risky things she was willing to do in that pursuit.

Aura approached the back of the dining hall and took a deep breath before turning the corner. Adrien would be there, behind the building. She could still back out, but a part of her knew that wasn't going to happen. She had come this far, and all she wanted to do was get out of these clothes and feel Adrien's touch all over her body. She stepped behind the dining hall, and there he was, grinning at her and patting on the space in front of him on the blanket. Aura felt electrified - it was like every cell in her body lit up at the sight of him. "You look gorgeous. Come sit with me," Adrien said.

Aura sat, cross-legged, opposite him. He was wearing the denim shorts she had seen him in earlier. His navy blue sweater sat folded beside him, and he wore a white crew-neck t-shirt. For a moment, they simply looked at one another, taking each other in. Aura moved her gaze from Adrien's open, chiseled face down to his collarbone, his bicep muscles, subtle but strong. His lightly tanned arms and his large but delicate hands. She swept her eyes back up to his face, and finally looked into his big, deep eyes that held her, rapt, in their intense gaze, one that was at once both thrilling and calming. She wondered for a moment if she wanted to say something, but it was as if they both knew that this moment didn't demand words from them. Instead, they both leaned forward, slowly, and then all at once they were kissing deeply. Adrien's hand cradled Aura's face gently, and then moved to hold the back of her neck as their kiss grew more urgent, hungrier. Their tongues met softly at first and then, as each of their breathing grew jagged and frantic, more boldly, engaging in a push-pull where each tongue took turns at dominance.

Aura had shifted onto her knees and was pushing closer and closer into Adrien's body until she was straddling him, sitting in his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. As they kissed, she began to grind against Adrian softly. Her skirt hiked up to around her waist as she moved her hips, rubbing herself against his swelling, stiffening bulge. The only barrier between her slick, tight pussy and the cooling night air was a pair of light grey panties, the centre of which was quickly darkening with her wetness.

"Mmm," Aura moaned softly as Adrien moved his mouth to the exposed flesh of her neck. His touch had made her sensitive all over, and each gentle kiss along her clavicle and up her neck, towards her earlobe, felt like a little explosion of pleasure.

Adrien gave Aura's earlobe a soft nibble, and then pulled away to look into her hazel eyes. She met his gaze, smirking, doing nothing to hide the naked lust in her stare. "Hi," she said; a belated and half-whispered greeting.

"Hi," Adrien whispered back, laughing. "Sorry. I should have started with that, but..."

Their connection went without saying, and Aura leaned in to join her lips with Adrien's again. "Wait," he said, putting a finger over her mouth to halt her. "Just a second. I was wondering how, uh..." Adrien looked down for a moment, his usual grin taking on a bashful tone. "How far we want to go tonight. I know it's kind of risky out here. But if you're interested... I did bring this." Aura looked down to his right hand, which held a condom in its wrapper. "Totally up to you. I'm happy just getting to touch you."

Aura considered for a moment. Adrien was right - it was risky. No one had interrupted their makeout session, and from what she could see, there were no direct sightlines from any of the compound's buildings to their little spot on the lawn. But at any moment, someone could decide to go for a walk and come upon the two of them doing things that would surely get them kicked out of the retreat. "I don't know," Aura said, sighing. "I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't get kicked out."

Adrien cocked his head to the side. "Have you been kicked out of a lot of writing retreats? Wait, is this your M. O.? Tell me I'm not just the latest in a string of guys you have torrid writing retreat affairs with."

Aura laughed. "No, no. I've never even been to a writing retreat before. I've just been having a hard time with my writing, and I really need this. But..." she moved her hand down to the button on Adrien's shorts and began to undo it. "I also really need this." She was finding it impossible to think of much other than Adrien's cock sliding into her warm, wanting slit.

Adrien kissed Aura, hard and sloppily, then moved his kisses back toward her ear, and his hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her in close. "Ok," he whispered gruffly into her ear. "If that's what you want - good. Because I really want to fuck you." And with one swift movement, Adrien laid Aura down on her back, his blanket separating them from the grass below, and climbed on top of her.

Aura knew she wasn't making the safest decision, but found it difficult to care. We're way off of the footpaths - someone would need to go out of their way to find us here, she told herself. Then for some reason, as she held that thought in her mind - the idea of someone purposely setting out to catch a young couple in the act, of perhaps someone getting off on watching them - she felt her breathing quicken a little.

Adrien removed his shorts, kicking them off of his foot and towards where his sweater lay beside them on the blanket. He kissed Aura, his body atop hers, and she arched her hips up to rub her panty-clad clit against his hard cock. Through his boxer briefs - white, not dark blue like she had imagined, and beginning to wet with pre-cum - she could feel that its formidable size matched the rest of his large frame.

Adrien moved his mouth down Aura's chest. He kissed her all the way down to just above her belly button, in a straight line over the fabric of her camisole, and then pushed the fabric up to her neck, exposing her soft breasts to the moonlight. Adrien looked up at Aura and placed one of his hands on each breast, first caressing softly as her nipples stiffened against the touch of his palm, then grabbing more roughly as Aura arched her back and let out a short moan. He kept his left hand on her breast, letting his thumb pass softly back and forth over her nipple, as he moved his right hand down underneath Aura's skirt and between her legs. He began slowly rubbing her clit through her panties. Aura felt her body surge with pleasure and hunger for more. Adrien pushed aside the fabric of Aura's panties, letting his fingers linger on the wetness at her opening, while he kissed the space between Aura's breasts, then planted kisses on the ample flesh of her right breast - one, two, three - then, finally, softly flicked his tongue against Aura's nipple. She gasped and, as he began sucking her tit, he slid two fingers into her soaking pussy.

Aura's slender body writhed, trying to contain the overwhelming amount of pleasure flowing through her. Adrien's fingers stroked her g-spot, and his mouth moved from her right to her left breast, where he again teased her nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking softly. Aura began to whimper, unable to stop though she knew she should be keeping quiet. Perhaps she and Adrien were out of view, but they could definitely still be heard across the retreat grounds if she was loud enough. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, an image flashed in her mind of Mr. Grant walking behind the dining hall to see where all the noise was coming from, and finding the two of them, her lying on her back with her pert breasts exposed, Adrien's mouth on her nipple, and her tight, wet pussy being fingered while she moaned, totally vulnerable and... "Oh, fuck!! Yes!" Aura couldn't hold it in any longer. She came, hard, her juices soaking Adrien's hand, and the words spilling uncontrollably from her lips.

Adrien kissed her. "You're beautiful. And loud." They both laughed. "That's extra risky."

"I know," Aura said. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"I don't care if you're sorry," Adrien said, winking, his grin ever-present, "I think I need to teach you a lesson."

Aura smiled back. "I think you're right." They kissed, softly and sweetly, and Adrien leaned back and regarded her for a moment. "Roll over," he said.

Aura did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. Adrien lifted her skirt up so its fabric gathered around her waist, and her underwear-clad ass pointed up towards him. "Goddamn, this is nice," he said, caressing one supple cheek. "I mean," he shifted into character, "It's time for your punishment." He slowly slipped off Aura's panties, rolling the soft material down her ass, her thighs, till they laid at her knees. Her shapely ass and the soft lips of her tight pussy were right in front of him. He let out a low grunt at the sight, pulled out his hard, uncut cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and gave it a few short strokes as he admired the body he was about to ravage. But first, her punishment. He raised his right hand and brought it down, medium-hard, on the right cheek of Aura's bottom.

"Mmm," Aura said, her pussy dripping with anticipation. "That hurts. But I've been a very bad girl. I think I need more punishment."

Adrien smacked her ass again, harder this time, and watched as it jiggled from the impact. She let out a whimper. He struck the flesh once more, then leaned forward over Aura's body, his cock rubbing against her clit, and whispered in her ear. "You took that punishment well," he whispered. "Now how about a reward for behaving?"

Aura rubbed her pussy against Adrien's hard cock, desperate to feel it inside of her. "Yes, please," she said. Adrien pulled away for a moment to put on the condom, and as he did, Aura thought again about what it would be like to be caught in such a compromising position. Aura on all fours, ass in the air, getting fucked nice and hard. How embarrassing would it be if, say, another resident, or Dylan, or one of the groundskeepers were to come upon such a scene, to see her in that state. How embarrassing, but also... "Wait," Aura said, standing up. She shimmied out of her skirt, kicking off both it and the underwear that had fallen to her ankles. She then pulled off her shirt and tossed all of the clothing into the pile with the articles of Adrien's that he had removed. Aura, now completely naked, got back into position in front of Adrien. She couldn't explain why she suddenly felt even more excited than she had a moment ago with Adrien's large member teasing the entrance to her pussy.

"Wow, you really go all out, huh?" Adrien whispered into her ear as he leaned over her body, from behind, once more. "I like that about you." She turned her head towards him, and the two kissed, at first softly and then deeply, desperately. Adrien rubbed his tip along Aura's wet opening and, as he caressed her tongue with his, pushed himself inside of her.

"Oh," Aura moaned, more loudly than she should. Adrien's cock felt incredible inside of her, as he pushed forward slowly, filling her. They stayed like that for a moment, Aura just taking in the feeling of Adrien inside of her, turning her entire body into what felt like nothing but millions of sensitive nerve endings. Adrien began thrusting, slowly, pushing deeply into Aura so she could feel his entire substantial length inside of her. Her pussy responded, new wetness engulfing his cock with each stroke. They found their rhythm together, breathing roughly, thrusts quickening and continuing to deepen as Aura pushed back against Adrien. She turned to look back at him, kneeling behind her, his thick black hair dampening slightly against his forehead with sweat and his brow furrowed in focus. His eyes met hers, and he leant forward, engaging her in a sloppy, passionate kiss while pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail in his left fist. Pulling away from her mouth, he used his right hand to give her soft asscheek another slap.

"Mmmm," Adrien groaned quietly. "You feel better than I even imagined."

"Adrien," Aura whimpered. It was all she could do to stay somewhat quiet, to let the sound of their bodies meeting each other over and over be the only noise, while each thrust brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Her mind flashed again to what they would look like to anyone who came across them right now. What if there was another building on the grounds that she didn't know about that had sightlines to their spot on the grass? She imagined someone sitting in a cabin, watching Adrien and Aura's entwined, rhythmic bodies, watching Aura's breasts bounce as Adrien pounded her hard from behind. She found she couldn't take her mind off of this imaginary person as Adrien reached forward and began fondling her - squeezing her right breast, then running his fingers over her nipple and and finally giving it a pinch - and then ran his finger down her stomach, toward her clit, more sensitive than ever as the pleasure of being filled with his cock rippled through her body.

As Adrien's fingers found Aura's clit and he began to rub, slowly at first, Aura imagined that her person in the cabin was watching, staring, leering, and moving his hand down toward his own stiff member... "Fuck," Aura moaned, loudly, involuntarily. It was far too loud for the setting, but she couldn't control it anymore. Adrien clamped his left hand over her mouth, and with his right, rubbed her clit faster, faster while he thrusted... she imagined looking back at the person in the cabin while being fucked, making eye contact with him - with Mr. Grant... "OH!" Aura screamed, full volume, unable to help it as she came, seismically, around Adrien's cock. "Oh my god. Fuck!" She was still being too loud, but the coursing pleasure couldn't be contained.

Adrien let himself go, his moans low, guttural, as he came, his pent-up desire for Aura shooting into the condom in the form of hot streams of cum. They continued moving against each other, slowing, until they were both spent, collapsing onto each other in a sweaty heap. Their chests rose and fell as they breathed together, deep and synchronized.

Aura whispered, after a moment - "I was way too loud, wasn't I?"

"Yes." Adrien laughed quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You definitely were. But no one came out here. I think we got away with it." He pulled off his spent condom, produced a hand towel from his bag, and wiped off his shaft.

"Phew," Aura said. She looked at her phone - it was way past her retreat bedtime. She had to be more of a morning person here than she was used to - breakfast was served early and waited for no one.

"I guess we should go, huh?" Adrien slowly sat up and began picking through their pile of discarded clothes. "Can I walk you to your residence?"

"Yes, please." Aura pulled her panties, skirt, and top on hastily. It would have been nice to stay out here in the moonlight with Adrien all night, but she definitely needed a shower sometime between now and breakfast. She was pretty sure her tousled hair gave the distinct, and accurate, impression that she'd been out fucking on the grass.

The two of them walked together to the women's residence hall, Adrien's arm around Aura's waist. It was quiet on the grounds - they didn't run into anyone, or even hear a sound aside from distant running water and the background chirp of bugs. They stopped near the front entrance and turned to face each other.

Adrien took Aura's right hand in his and raised it to his mouth, kissing it lightly. "Thank you for tonight," he said. "I don't want to get in the way of your writing time, but... I mean I'd love to do this again, but we could also do something less sneaky like co-write... although I might get distracted, and I might be a distraction, I guess..."

Aura laughed. "Yes, to all of it. Goodnight, Adrien."

Adrien took a quick look around, spotted no one, and leaned forward to kiss Aura. "Goodnight, Aura."

Aura walked into the building and down the hall to her room, feeling light and relaxed. No, she hadn't come here for sex, but she also hadn't expected to meet someone she felt so animalistically attracted to. And, she thought to herself, she could do both. She'd dedicate herself to a serious day of writing tomorrow. It was really a win all around - they'd gotten to have a night of pleasure, and they hadn't been caught. No one had seen them, and that was a good thing... right? Of course it was.

It was weird, though, that you thought about Mr. Grant seeing you, came a voice from one part of Aura's psyche.

No, it's not, came her internal retort. I wasn't thinking about him, thinking about him. I was just thinking about how bad it would be to get caught, and I happened to be thinking about that at the same time that Adrien made me come.

Mmmhmm. Aura shut out that inner voice, slipped into her pyjama set, and fell into a peaceful sleep.