Dream Hike

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Based on a true story.

As we got out of the van by the trailhead deep in the woods, my in-laws and I found the early October morning air to be quite crisp. Grateful for the extra layers we had brought along, we gathered our gear and got ready for the 3-mile hike up the mountain trail. The two of them were older than anyone I’d ever led hiking, and extremely inexperienced, so I had to keep reminding myself to be patient — a mindset that was already necessary, as they took an extraordinarily long time putting on their boots and gathering waters.

As I waited for them, I noticed a solo hiker walking up from a car that was parked further down the dirt road. Prepared to simply exchange a casual greeting, I paused in pleasant surprise when she looked up. A warm smile rested upon the attractive facial features of a young woman about the same age as me. As she approached, I greeted her cheerily:

“Beautiful morning for a fall hike!”

She responded in kind and flashed an even wider smile. Now standing only feet away, I found myself immediately captured by her supple lips, her delicate face, and her deep green eyes that sparkled with playful energy. Preoccupied with their preparations, my in-laws were too far away to get involved in the greeting, and so I engaged in a delightful, albeit brief, 1:1 conversation with this stranger.

Although she was wearing appropriate hiking attire, the questions she asked me about the trail made it seem that she wasn’t overly experienced. But even while sizing up her readiness for hiking, I was also discretely trying to size her up. It was difficult to get a read of her true body shape under all her layers, but she was quite attractive and I would’ve readily offered to be her hiking companion to have a chance to flirt … if I had not had the additional company.

Feeling a twinge of disappointment because of that reality, I eventually wished her a good hike, and she offered a cute little wave as she turned to head toward the trail. As she walked away from me, I unashamedly took a long look at her backside: pressed into fairly tight hiking pants, her butt looked quite squeezable and enticing, and long wavy strands of well-maintained brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders from underneath her knit hat.

As I continued staring, suddenly she paused and her head turned to the side. Although partially afraid that she’d catch me staring at her, my curiosity as to what made her pause kept me from looking away. After several long seconds, she eventually faced forward again and continued walking down the trail, but that pause had been really obvious. Was she wondering if I was staring at her? Was she too having desires for accompaniment? As she headed down the path and eventually went out of sight, I shrugged internally that I would never know those answers.

A couple hours later, our little group of three had finally reached the summit. My patience had been regularly tested by needing to give my wife’s stepfather a break almost every 5 minutes, but any frustrations of the excessively slow journey were quickly erased by the fantastic view that we were afforded of the Adirondack High Peaks in their autumn glory. That view never gets old, and as an added bonus on this cool fall day, the open summit allowed the warmth of the sun to bask us in its rays. Outer layers came off, and we sat there soaking it all in, feet dangling over the edge of a small cliff.

After gladly resting for a little bit, I remembered seeing on the map that the trail continued over the other side of the summit, and I was curious as to what I might discover on the other side. Hesitatingly, I asked my in-laws if they wanted to come with me or if they would like to keep resting, hoping they would answer the latter so that I could venture out alone. Thankfully, my hypothesis was correct, and so I excused myself and headed back out without my pack to do some more exploring.

This narrower stretch of the trail was definitely less-traveled and somewhat overgrown, but I enjoyed exploring a few side paths that jutted out toward the back side of the peak. Although the limited views from the small clearings at the ends of those side paths were somewhat less inspiring, they were certainly more private. During the hike up the summit, we had encountered several groups of hikers, some passing us and some coming back down, but I didn’t hear or see anyone on these smaller paths.

The dramatic difference in privacy jogged my memory of a time a few years prior when I had spontaneously masturbated on an open rock summit, hesitatingly exposing myself to the panoramic view. As I flashed back to that day in my mind, I could feel blood rushing into my crotch with the mere possibility of repeating such an illicit exhibition. Very quickly, that head began to take over, and my attention became solely focused on finding a suitable area to quickly jerk off.

Walking with a more deliberate pace now, I was increasingly motivated by the memory of how good it felt to have the rush of orgasmic şişli bayan escort release heightened by the potential risk of getting caught, and I could feel my thickening cock swinging between my legs and rubbing up against the front of my pants. Backtracking to one of the private overlooks I had found earlier, I paused silently for a few moments to look and listen in every direction. After satisfactorily hearing no voices nor seeing any movement among the trees, I swiftly tugged on my waistband and pulled both my pants and boxers down to my ankles.

Though not fully erect yet, my freed cock immediately sprang to attention, pointing almost straight out at the view of the mountain valley far below, and I wasted no time in curling my right hand around my rising member. That first sensation of flesh on flesh is always an exponential rush, and I could feel my heart pounding with a sense of anticipation that was quickly coursing throughout my whole body.

Eyes looking straight ahead at the view, but all other senses concentrating on how my hardening cock felt in my hand, I began gently stroking its full length. My gaze drifted to the base of my shaft, watching the skin tighten, release, and tighten again with each corresponding stroke. As I often did, I positioned my left hand to tightly grab my ass cheek, fingertips near my taint. Watching the head of my cock flare instinctively with longing to release, I was rapidly getting lost in the pleasure zone.

“Now that’s a nice view.”

My heart practically leapt out of my chest and my breath evaporated. I whipped around in startled horror toward the source of the female voice that spoke suddenly from behind me. With my pants around my ankles and my right hand tightly wrapped around my dick, my face immediately flushed red with a mixture of shock and embarrassment; in fact, my entire body tensed up in what instinctually felt like a ‘fight or flight’ moment.

Unable to move or even speak, it took me a few seconds to comprehend that the person standing behind me was none other than the girl from the trailhead. It took me several more seconds to notice something else: from the wrist down, her hand was stuffed inside the front of her pants. Although hidden under the fabric, I could discern just enough of the shape of her fingers to discover that they were almost assuredly between her thighs. My faculties had barely begun to come back when she spoke again, this time with a seductiveness in her voice.

“Don’t stop on my account … can I keep watching?”

The tense atmosphere flipped dramatically, and now my cock pulsed with a different kind of excitement, wondering if my secret fantasy of masturbating outdoors while being watched illicitly might soon be fulfilled. Heart racing, I found the courage to answer her question with a condition:

“Only if I get to watch whatever it is you’re doing down there.”

Caught off guard by my response, her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed together in surprise. For what was probably only a few seconds, but in the moment felt like an eternity, she locked eyes with me and demanded eye contact with a lustful intensity unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. She blinked first, though, and when she did, she slowly pulled her pants down to her ankles with her free hand, all without breaking eye contact with me. For the first time, her sexy smooth toned legs revealed themselves, yet my eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the high-cut black panties that skimpily covered her crotch.

In the meantime, her right hand hadn’t moved an inch, and it was now obvious that her fingers were not only inside her panties, but they were reaching down between her slit. Aware that she was still staring at me with those deep green eyes, I reluctantly averted my gaze to make eye contact once again.

After flashing the smile of a temptress, she then used both hands to swiftly pull down on her panties, which fell on their own to the ground once they got below her knees.

And there it was.

My cock extended to a new level of hardness as I stared with wondrous amazement at the suddenly-exposed pussy of this incredibly attractive stranger. Standing a few feet away, I found myself mesmerized by the thin manicured line of pubic hair that traveled like a landing strip down from her waistline, and her thighs were separated just enough for me to see a pair of swollen lips protruding from between her legs. Coincidentally, I had recently started maintaining a similar manscaped look of my own, and so I lifted the bottom of my shirt to reveal that as I spoke awkwardly:

“Wow. And we even match.”

Although I didn’t give context, she must have figured out what I meant, because she chuckled softly. After a brief pause, she nodded toward my hand that was still frozen in place.

“Now keep doing what you were doing.”

So intoxicated by her partial nudity, I had almost forgotten what I had been doing, but my throbbing cock quickly reminded me. As I resumed stroking myself, bayan escort she began rubbing 2 fingers vertically up and down between her lips. My eyes fixated on how she was playing with her pussy, leading me to rub myself more slowly this time in an effort to match her timing. A quick glance at her face revealed that she was concentrating on my hand motions just as intently as I was watching hers.

“I love watching guys jack off,” whispered this beautiful half-naked stranger as we continued pleasuring ourselves unashamedly. “It fascinates me.”

A few moments later, she added a question that seemed genuinely curious: “What does it feel like??”

I couldn’t recall ever being asked that before, and my mind raced to figure out how to describe it. I closed my eyes and slowly tried to verbalize what I noticed in myself as I continued masturbating enthusiastically.

“It’s like the rest of the world disappears. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t feel anything other than shockwaves of pleasure every time I stroke up and down. I love feeling the warmth of my own skin … grabbing a muscle that gets so hard that it feels like a steel rod … noticing how the tugging motion pulls on my balls … feeling my heart pound faster and faster like a drum … sensing a flood of cum building up from deep inside, just waiting to be released …”

I would’ve kept going, but I heard a noise. Opening my eyes, I discovered that she had discretely made her way over to where I was standing. Now kneeling down in front of me, her partially-open mouth was just inches away from the tip of my penis that was already oozing pre-cum.

“Move your hand,” was all she whispered, and I saw no need to ask for a reason.

I had no sooner pulled my hand away from its firm grip on my cock when she eagerly replaced it with her mouth. The sudden sensation of my manhood being enveloped in the warm wetness of this stranger’s mouth took my breath away. Loud uncontrollable groans escaped me as she wrapped her lips tightly around my shaft and sucked my cock at the same pace with which I had just been stroking myself. Her hand reached for my balls and I spread my feet apart so she could have easier access.

With my penis poking her cheeks, my balls being massaged in her hand, and two of her fingertips tracing my taint, the combined sensations had me ready to explode almost immediately. I gasped aloud and asked with urgency what she was trying to do.

She pulled her mouth off my cock only long enough to answer:

“I want you to cum in my mouth.”

And with those words, she plunged her mouth back onto me, and simultaneously slid a fingertip just inside the tight ring of my anus. It was too much. A primal groan was all I could muster as a powerful orgasm rose up uncontrollably from deep within me and exploded with force into her willing mouth. I moaned aloud, drunk with pleasure, as wave after wave of cum surged through my cock and launched into her throat. My eyes squeezed shut and my body shivered with orgasmic release as the world temporarily melted away.

Subconsciously, I somehow noticed that she was swallowing again and again. Part of me felt a twinge of compassion for how much cum I must have just unloaded into her, and yet it was clear that she wasn’t going to pull away until she was convinced that she had milked me dry.

In the midst of post-climax bliss, while marveling at this incredibly erotic turn of events, I suddenly also felt a quick pang of guilt. For some reason, thoughts of my wife — a woman I had never cheated on and had no intentions of doing so — entered my mind. Wanting to dismiss those thoughts as quickly as possible, I sought to convince myself that receiving a completely unexpected blow job was not cheating. After all, I had merely been trying to masturbate; it wasn’t like I had invited this girl to come find me, nor had I asked her to come over with her supple mouth and her skilled hands to finish me off.

At the same time, I couldn’t help but smile internally at that latter thought: indeed, she was quite skilled. I easily concluded that it had to be the best blow job I’d ever received … and it suddenly felt somewhat misogynistic to not offer to return the favor. After all, if this beautiful stranger giving me a blow job wasn’t really cheating … well, then neither would it be cheating for me to go down on her, right? On top of that, my wife would never agree to do anything remotely close to this type of raw display of sexual activity. How could it be cheating if what was happening was completely outside the realm of marital possibility? I readily convinced myself that this was all okay as long as we didn’t outright fuck each other … no matter how enticing (and possible) that seemed.

I’m not sure how long I dwelt with those internal thoughts, but I snapped out of my musings when she eventually detached herself. As she did so, a string of saliva and cum hung suspended in the open air between my tip and her lips. We both chuckled as taksim bayan escort she wiped it away and licked the remnant from her delicate lips. Her pleasant voice interrupted the silence.

“Soo … was that good for you?”

I found that her smiling face matched her tone, conveying a sense of proud accomplishment but also an underlying expectancy of us not being done with each other. Quickly scanning my surroundings, I gestured to a soft patch of lichen right behind her and wasted no time boldly declaring my now-uninhibited intentions: “That … that was beyond amazing. Now go lay down over there.”

Her eyes widened with expectation as she backed up, sat her bare ass on the lichen, and slowly leaned back to prop herself up on her elbows. Half-seductively, but also legitimately curious, she asked: “Hmm, why do I need to lay down … what are you going to do to me?”

Cock still dripping as I shuffled over to where she was sprawled out, I didn’t say a word, and simply started to kneel down between her ankles. Likely expecting that, she willingly spread her legs wide enough for me to kneel between them.

The sun’s pinpoint rays, shining through the trees, happened to be focused perfectly on her waist, shining a natural spotlight on the beauty of her naked womanhood. Fully exposed to the open air, her brilliant pussy was absolutely glorious in its delicacy, and the folds of its pink lips glistened with moisture. As I stared in lustful adoration, my still-hard cock was virtually screaming for the opportunity to be personally introduced to her most intimate place. Although that temptation to fuck her was almost completely overpowering, so was my commitment to reciprocate her actions and instead use my tongue to explore this intoxicating stranger.

As I abruptly shifted my body forward from a kneeling position to dive headfirst toward her crotch, my incredibly erotic half-naked companion gasped aloud in anticipation. Judging by the degree of her arousal that I might as well skip typical foreplay, I opened my mouth wide, immediately pressing my top lip firmly against her clit while extending my tongue into her waiting vagina.

A loud groan of pleasure forced its way out of her as I engorged myself on her. No words can do this justice, I thought to myself; the taste of her sex was addictively sweet, and her womanly scent was remarkably appealing. I feasted on her pussy as if it was the most delicious forbidden fruit, and it didn’t take long before I could tell that my ferocious energy was having a pronounced effect on her. I had barely established a pattern when she spread her legs nearly perpendicular, simultaneously grabbing my head with both of her hands as if scared that I might for some reason stop what I was doing.

Kneeling before her as if in erotic worship, I moved my hands under her delightfully plump ass cheeks and squeezed them hard, lifting her hips off the ground. That change in position, putting her everything in even more direct contact with my entire mouth, initiated an unmistakable spasm in her body movements. Thrusting her hips violently forward into my face, she cried out with increasing volume: “Fuck … oh I’m gonna cum … oh don’t stop … oh fuck … yes … YES … YESSS … unnhh … YES … UNNNHHHH …”

As that final loud groan escaped her, her entire body stiffened as a powerful orgasm ripped through her core. My mouth clung desperately to her pussy during her ride of climax, and soon enough I felt her fresh cum reach my tongue. I eagerly lapped it up before she politely pushed me away from her eventual sensitivity. As I knelt back up, she let her body collapse in a heap on the ground, legs still spread far apart, and her hand drifted instinctually to comfort her throbbing pussy. I savored the taste of her treasured juices on my tongue and, upon sniffing my upper lip, was delighted to have had her scent embedded into my mustache.

I smiled contentedly as I watched her lie there half-naked, vulnerable and yet completely unconcerned, eyes closed, daydreaming in orgasmic bliss. As my eyes gazed upon her body that was practically limp with satisfaction, a thin stream of her cum began to leak out of her. She must have felt that, because she delicately rubbed it back into her pussy and then opened her eyes to glare at me in a lustful haze. She took a deep contented breath before she whispered to me words that any man would be inflated by:

“Wow, your mouth is fucking amazing.”

For some reason suddenly remembering how I had first greeted her, a facetious smile crept across my face as I repeated that earlier comment that had seemed so innocent at the time: “Beautiful day for a hike, isn’t it?”

She emerged out of her orgasmic stupor as she laughed out loud: “Ummm, yeah … apparently it’s a beautiful day for sucking off strangers too.”

I laughed at the directness of her comment and shook my head at the incredibly ridiculous nature of the day’s turn of events. As I did so, she propped herself up on her elbows again to look at me — or, more specifically, to stare at my crotch. Upon seeing that I was still as hard as a rock (the joy of making her cum in my mouth had nearly brought me to a second orgasm myself), she hesitatingly posed a question with a sheepish look on her face.

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