A Quicky on the Trail
Thanks to my hiking friend, Ynotnow69, for inspiration.
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My bike was in the shop for maintenance, so I decided to hike on a nature trail instead. The path I chose is only a two-mile loop in the woods, but it’s pretty. It goes down a ravine to the river, travels upstream for a while, then zig-zags back to the top of the high bank. I like the uphill part the best. I’m pretty fit, and the climb feels good to my legs.
I noticed a new sign about a half mile from the trailhead. A Boy Scout was asking for donations to help him make a bench for eagle watching. Yes, there are quite a few eagles on this river, and it is a thrill to see them swooping around. Nice project. I wondered where he was going to put the bench.
As I continued my walk, I saw a little path going off through the woods to the left. Mystery solved — that must be the new Boy Scout trail. Yes, there was his bench overlooking the ravine. I hadn’t hiked long enough to deserve a rest, but I felt like I should at least try out the new seat. No eagles appeared, but I heard a rustle in the dry leaves. I turned to look at the trail behind me.
“Hi, Steve!” I greeted my friend. “I didn’t know you were hiking here today.”
Steve and I have been friends for years. We share many common interests, such as hiking, bike riding, books, and music. We have stood by each other in good times and bad. I know him better and trust him more than most of my women friends. I can’t say exactly when our relationship changed to something more. It just seems natural that someone I’m so comfortable with would end up being my occasional lover as well as my friend. It’s a satisfying relationship for both of us.
My handsome friend dropped down on the bench beside me. “Just spur of the moment,” he said with a sly grin.
The grin made me wonder if it was really a coincidence or if he had something else in mind. It had been a while since we’d been in bed together. My pulse was a little quicker already, just from having him sitting beside me, our thighs and shoulders touching. I didn’t want to get distracted, though. “Come on, then,” I said briskly. “Let’s hike.”
I started back to the main trail with Steve following close behind. We chatted as we walked down the ravine, comfortable friends enjoying the fine day and the river view below. When we reached the bottom, we noticed a smaller path off the main trail, heading downstream. Neither of us had been on it before, and it seemed like a good day to check it out.
We had just gone around a bend in the river when Steve gave my ass a little smack. I jumped and squeaked in surprise. “Hey!”
“Couldn’t help it,” Steve protested. “That ass is just too cute not to spank.”
I didn’t know if he knew how much I enjoyed it, but I kept walking, hoping he would do it again. I wasn’t disappointed. He smacked me a second time, and this time his arm snaked around my waist and roughly pulled me back against him.
“Cut it out, Steve!” I objected. But we both knew I didn’t mean it. I could feel his erection through his jeans as he pressed in behind me. I swear, this man is horny all the time! He kept me there while his hand slid down my ass and give it a little squeeze. I was excited by his boldness, his hot hand, his breath on my neck.
He spoke softly in my ear, “What do you say, Jenny? Nobody’s around. We could get a quick one in…”
My breath caught in my throat as a charge went through me, straight to my pussy. Who could say “no” to that invitation? Not I. Not with his arm still holding me tight and his hand caressing my butt.
“You bad boy,” I accused him. “You had this in mind all along when you came out to the woods today!”
Steve smirked. “Maybe I did,” he said. Then he kissed the side of my neck. I tilted my head to the side, encouraging more kisses. He moved around me to continue the trail of kisses along my collarbone, right down the V of my t-shirt. Oooh, felt so nice! The hand remained firmly on my ass, but his other hand squeezed my nipple through the t-shirt. I gave a little moan of pleasure.
And then he was kissing me, hard and deep. Oh, my goodness, it was so delicious I felt weak. I’m kind of short, so I had to stand on tiptoes to reach up and put my arms around his neck. I pulled him even closer and returned the kiss, hot and heavy. I pressed my hips into him and ground against the bulge in his jeans while he continued the kiss. Then his hand slipped between us and sneaked under the waistband of my yoga pants. His fingers explored my pussy, testing to see if I was wet. Of course I was. I usually am when he’s around.
Steve chuckled with satisfaction as he realized my panties were already soaked. “Jenny, Jenny,” he kidded me. “You naughty girl. I see where your mind has been.” Then he whispered in my ear, “I need to be inside you right now.”
In one swift motion, he pulled down my pants, picked me up by the waist and lifted me onto a fallen log on the side of the trail. He pulled my pants and panties the rest of the way off and stepped between my legs, spreading them wide. Now I understood what he had in mind. My bare ass was on the log, his fingers exploring my pussy.
I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Oh, that lovely cock. I was very familiar with it. After all, this was not the first time I’d seen and appreciated its beautiful, hard, thickness. It was always difficult for me to decide between stroking it with my hands or taking it in my mouth. Mmm. I loved sucking his cock. But this time, I knew where his dick was headed. Without further ado, he positioned it at the entrance of my pussy and pushed in. We both groaned at the delicious sensation. I grabbed his ass to pull him closer, farther in. I loved the feeling of fullness as he began moving inside me, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.
This was not going to be one of those slow love-making experiences. There is a difference between love-making and fucking, and this was definitely a plain, good fuck. Steve was already thrusting hard and fast. I groaned as I felt him deep inside me. It was a good thing he was holding my hips or I would have been pushed right off the log.
Steve grunted with every thrust, which turned me on even more. I love the sounds he makes. I moved my hand to my clit to press and swirl my fingers around it. It wasn’t going to take me long. We locked eyes as we fucked — so intimate. I moaned with pleasure, getting louder and louder. I just hoped nobody else was on this trail! I reached down and found his balls, giving them a squeeze. “Fuck!” he groaned. Then I could feel his big cock pulsing and his cum filling me. So hot! I closed my eyes as I came with a wail that rose higher and higher.
Afterwards, we held each other, breathing hard. I felt like I had taken a real pounding, but I loved it. He lifted me off the log and helped me get my pants back on. His cum was dripping down my leg, but I wiped it up with my bandana. I didn’t mind that souvenir of the best fuck I’ve ever had on a trail.
