Fucking my girlfriend on top of a mountain [M21/F21]

I’m going to give a bit of context, so if you want to skip that and get down to the juicy stuff, look for the row of asterisks (********).

I’ve been together with my girlfriend Rebecca for about five and a half years now, we got together about halfway through our final year at high school and immediately formed a connection so strong that we decided it was worth the risk to go to the same university and move in together once we graduated. Neither of us had been in a particularly serious relationship before; I had had three previous girlfriends, none of whom lasted more than a couple of months, whereas she had one that went nearly a year, but at any rate, we were both virgins when we got together (second base was as far as I had ever gotten, third for her). That didn’t last long.

Quick descriptions: I’m 5’11’’ (181cm for the metrically inclined), brown eyes that tend a bit towards green depending on the light, brown wavyish hair with a bit of a life of its own (I’m white, but I’ve been told I have a slightly Mediterranean look) and a build that I’d best describe as skin and bones with a thin layer of muscle and pretty much zero fat. I’m pretty wiry, a tad underweight even but in decent shape with the hint of a sixpack. Rebecca is 5’6’’ (167cm), big pale blue eyes, straight dark-blond hair that she keeps cut between shoulder and breast-length. She has nice what I call “B+” boobs, pretty perfect handfuls, and a round, generous ass. She’s a bit on the heavy side these days unfortunately, never really managed to kick the Freshman 15, which I feel like is not very fair because she eats and drinks better than I do (but I’m way more active) – I try not to let it bother me, which is not always easy, but this is the wrong time to go into that, so I’ll quit rambling now. In both looks and personality she is super down-to-earth, very “girl next door”, not-vain to a fault, rarely wears makeup or spends much time on her outfit, and I love her for that.

From the house where we lived at university, there was a view of a few mountains (not the Himalayas or anything, nor even the Alps, but decent-sized mountains), and towards the end of our last term (this was two years ago now) we decided to try and climb one of them. The full story of this would be worth writing out sometime (albeit not in the context of this subreddit), because when the day came it turned out we were hilariously unprepared and there were almost no paths up the mountain, the weather was crap, grey and drizzly and so foggy/cloudy that we were tramping through ankle-deep mud the whole time and got exactly zero view once we reached the top (which was a blessing in disguise, as it happened, because if it had been sunny, I don’t think any of this would have happened). But we did reach the top, where there was a little cairn surrounded by a low stone wall, and we spread out the picnic we brought with us.

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We finished up our sandwiches and packed everything up, then I stood and held out a hand to help her up. I pulled her against me and said, “You know, I’m really proud of you for making it.” Then I leaned in to kiss her. Just an ordinary kiss of the sort we give each other dozens of times a day, but occasionally, for whatever reason, some spark flies between us and the kiss gets deeper, and this was one of those times. Maybe it was the energy burned by climbing the mountain, maybe it was the triumph at having made it against the odds, but neither of us seemed remotely interested in breaking the lip-lock. Her arms twined around my back and her lips parted slightly beneath mine, and I could already feel my dick starting to stir in my pants and press against her thigh.

Now, the two of us are absolute pros at having this sort of thing happen when it can’t lead anywhere – other people in the house, in the middle of the street, two minutes before we have to leave for someplace… you name it, just never when we’re actually home alone together. And I was resigning myself to the fact that this was another such time, when a thought struck me. As it did, one of my hands uncurled itself from her waist and slid up to cup her breast.

Rebecca closed her hand around my wrist and lifted it, gently, regretfully. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” she sighed, in a tone of voice that indicated she thought it was a pretty good idea after all.

I took the plunge. “Why not?”

Her eyes widened. I pressed onwards. “There’s nobody for miles around. And even if there was, look how cloudy it is. We *could* do it…” I leaned forward and started kissing and nibbling her neck. I figured it was good to let her think this one over without any external distractions, you know?

“I don’t know,” she said, but her breathing was ragged and her body was pressing against mine. If she hadn’t realized how hard I was before, she can’t have missed it now.

“I think you do,” I whispered into her ear, and nipped her earlobe with my teeth. My hand had taken up its former position on her breast again, and the other curled around her waist, wriggling under her shirt to feel the softness of her skin.

“Okay, let’s do it!” she said suddenly. And this sparked off maybe two or three minutes of desperately accelerated, unsubtle foreplay. Maybe both of us were a bit nervous about what we were about to do, but for my part at least, a lot of it was just lust. I stuck one hand down the back of her pants to feel her ass and press her against me while the other wandered all over her back, her chest, through her hair. We kissed, sloppy and frantic and tongue-heavy. Then we moved apart slightly, just enough for my hand to start rubbing the crotch of her jeans. She gripped my cock in return, externally for maybe ten seconds before dispensing with the pleasantries and reaching into my boxers.

I fumbled with her belt and pulled her pants down to the knees. Wordlessly, she turned around and bent forward over the little waist-high rock wall against which we had been leaning and innocently picnicking less than ten minutes ago. Given our height difference and my angle when I’m hard (it’s nearly parallel to my stomach), we’re pretty good at a sort of standing doggystyle, a fact we take advantage of in the shower at least once a week. I dropped my own pants, freeing my dick (six inches, if you must know), and moved into position, pushing her shirt up to expose that gorgeous ass to the world, as it were. At first I just ground my shaft against her lips (or vice versa; she was participating fully) while I reached around and gave her clit a few perfunctory strokes, but the frantic, speedy mood was still upon us and she was already sopping wet so I pressed my head against her pussy, grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me.

She let out a sharp moan when I entered her which echoed rather impressively over the fog-shrouded hills, and grabbed one of my hands and clamped it over her mouth to prevent any further indiscretions. Had there been anyone within a couple hundred meters, they probably would have wondered what that rhythmic slapping noise was, though.

Her ass looked simply fantastic as she braced herself against the wall and pushed backwards to meet my thrusting shaft, a ripple spreading over her cheeks every time we made contact. The weird white light of the clouds made her skin look almost unnaturally pale, almost like marble, except for the small dark dot of a tiny (and, IMO, incredibly sexy) mole she had just above her crack. My hand vibrated slightly as she moaned into it. All those details plus the fact that I was actually standing here and fucking the love of my life in broad daylight, *on top of a mountain for fuck’s sake*, sent me over the edge and I came explosively, unable to stifle a slight moan of my own.

I’m not exactly a marathon-runner in the sack (it’s something I really struggle with, as a matter of fact, and I’m just thankful that Rebecca was a virgin before me and has no frame of reference), and I wasn’t aiming to set any personal records today or anything, so the whole thing from first kiss to climax lasted under ten minutes. Sure, from a purely physical point of view, it wasn’t a particularly remarkable session – just a quickie really, and she didn’t even get to orgasm herself, so for those of you who expect extended graphic detail in your Gone Wild Stories. But as we used the napkins from our picnic to wipe the cum off my dick and her pussy and thighs (miraculously, none got on our clothes), letting out little I-can’t-believe-we-just-did-that giggles every few seconds, we both knew that neither of us would ever, ever forget this one.

Oh, and fun postscript – as we started the descent, just a couple hundred meters below the peak, we passed (to my complete disbelief) a woman and a dog who greeted us cheerfully and, hopefully, didn’t stop to think about why our faces were flaming red. Had she started her climb five minutes earlier, she would probably have run into us mid-coitus…

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