Almost a year ago I broke up with my long-term girlfriend. If it is ok with you, I’d rather not mention her name because, well, I took some rather drastic measures to try and forget her. How drastic, you ask? Ok, after six months of self-indulgent misery I decided to go for a walk. A long walk… a very long walk. Six months ago I began a 12 month walk along the Appalachian Trail – 2190 miles across 14 States. At the time of this tale, I was roughly halfway finished after starting out in Maine and was roughly near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania (I think, anyway, there are very few signposts out in the wilderness.) During that time I became a different man. I’m 29 years old, medium height, fair complexion and most women would probably think that I was reasonably attractive. I say reasonably, because I’ve not always been that way these last few months. Sometimes I rock a ludicrous hillbilly beard because, well, on the long trail personal grooming is not the first order of business. Also, I often smell a bit – its honest and fresh BO of course, because washing and bathing is to be found only where you can find it. At those times when I can’t stand myself looking or smelling like a polecat I take myself into some small town and get a haircut and wash my clothes. Other times I mostly just strip off and jump into some beautiful and clean mountain stream when the weather is warm. If the mood takes me and the scenery is kind I may spend a few days letting my body recover from the endless tramping up and down the mountain tracks. Back home I own a small software company. You would never have heard of it, but it has made me more money than I can usefully spend. As a company director I had been living a soft life and, well, I used to be a tiny bit pudgy. No more though. A thousand hard miles behind me and an avoidance of all form of modern conveniences such as fast-food or motor vehicles, I have never been fitter. My body was as hard as a slab of concrete.
I depart the trail regularly for supplies in small villages, but mainly I walk this lonely road of redemption keeping myself company. I do see fellow trampers sometimes, mostly day trippers on weekends, but also odd souls such as myself making the big, big trip. Sometimes I will spend a few hours walking with somebody I have met upon the trail, and sometimes for even a whole day or two. What is more common is for me to see a whole bunch of long trail walkers every now and again. Us “through walkers”, as we are called, tend to leapfrog each other in no discernible pattern over the long months. My rest day is their hiking day, and so forth. One dude I only know as “Barry” helped me scare off a bear a couple of hundred miles back. Three days ago I bumped into him again and gave him my spare pocket knife after he had dropped his during a creek crossing at night. And, in this vein, every so often I either pass or get passed by a beautiful red haired girl who I nicked-named “Red” – my personal name for her. I know; original huh? But in my defense, I am a software engineer. You want Shakespeare go find a Lit graduate. And, dear reader, even though I rarely passed – or was passed by – Red, she came to occupy my mind more and more on the endless trail. We never even once spoke to each other in those half dozen meetings other than nodding and smiling “hello” when we met here or there on the trail. I wanted to know her story. I also wanted to bury my face in her ruby red locks of tangled hair. It might be crude to say this but many the day after a long tired walk, I quietly masturbated in the sunny wilderness whilst thinking of that pretty freckled girl with the long legs and short shorts.
It must have been two weeks after my last brief encounter with Red, that I came across the biggest mountain rock pool I have ever seen. It looked clean, fresh and deep. I was hot, smelly and a bit flustered because an hour before I tripped over a tree root buried in fallen leaves which caused me to nosedive over a small ledge. Have you ever lost balance whilst wearing a backpack? It is a thing of beauty as long as you are watching somebody else do it. If you are the one experiencing the unexpected effects of gravity when top-heavy it is a lot less fun. I badly gashed my calf from behind the knee to just above the ankle. It made me realise – not for the first time – just how easy it would be to die way out here and who would know? So, after a sore hot limping walk and coming across this fantastic and charming rock pool I decided to make it a camping spot for the day.
First things first. I emptied out my entire hiking backpack, and sorted out the tangled mess. I separated out all my stinking, sweaty clothes and underwear and took them to the pool’s edge and spent a good twenty minutes washing every single item in my possession. Once sparkly clean I spread out the clothes on the surrounding boulders to dry. The day was so hot that the first t-shirts were drying as the last items were hung out in the sun. Lastly, I stripped off the dirty clothes I was wearing I gave them a good going over as well. I stood in the wilderness buck naked and surveyed the scene. Only when the clothes were nice, clean and drying did I ease myself into the icy cold mountain waters. When the water reached my balls I imagined that they might crawl back inside my body. Holy fuck, not only was the water stinging cold, but my scrapped leg was pain incorporated. Thankfully, the water was so cold that the pain in my leg was soon numb and gone. After a while my sore and tired muscles everywhere were ache-free as the rock pool did its work on my sore body. I looked around at the sun and the trees and the peace of it all and somehow it was all worth it.
I swam in lazy strokes from one side of the rock pool to the other a few times and had just started contemplating about getting out and setting up camp when I heard a noise over near the escarpment in the general direction of my arrival. The noise concerned me because the only real and sudden danger of the long walk, apart from walking over a hidden precipice, was wild bears. I had encountered them a few times now and each time was some scary shit. Once or twice they hovered around the campsite all night and for some reason kept their distance. I have heard many stories about bears not keeping their distance and this often kept me awake at night too. Now, I was buck naked in a deep pool and unable to even try to run away. Also, bears were excellent swimmers!
Therefore I was briefly relieved to see my fantasy girl, Red stumble out of the bushes and walk right into my laundry day scene. Red glanced about and took it all in – clothes spread out on the rocks and me up to my chin in the rock pool. I didn’t know what to say and just paddled water and stared up at her like an idiot. She was wearing a torn black t-shirt, a tatty straw hat, dark green shorts and black lace-up hiking boots. She was also wearing what I knew to be an expensive framed backpack, a particularly comfortable item for this walking business. She also had a sturdy hiking stick, evidently hand cut.
“Lo”, she said. “That’s the idea. I haven’t seen a worthy mountain pool in days and this is gorgeous. You have a problem if I clean up too? I can always come back later?”
“Nope, please go ahead”, I said hoarsely.
Red undid the straps of her backpack and upended it pretty much the same way as I just did. She then went picking up all her soiled items of clothing and then removed her boots. In bare feet she waded into the shallows and began washing her stuff; shirts, jeans, shorts and underwear. When all the items were drying on boulders as mine were, she began stripping off – much to my shock – and started washing the clothes she had been wearing. Even worse, she began a combination of soft singing to herself as she worked and making small talk with me in between.
Making small talk for me was unusually difficult. First of all, I was unused to having any conversation after six months of solicitude. Secondly, the girl of my actual dreams was, here and now, chatting to me. Thirdly, this self-same girl was stark naked, squatting in front of me and washing clothes. Inside five minutes I had seen every particle of her naked self and that wasn’t even the sexy bit. What was incredibly hot was the fact that she had the confidence and trust to strip off in front of me as if it was nothing. At last she hung her green shorts on a big rock and turned to me. “The water is fucking freezing”, she said, after she jumped in next to me.
It goes without saying that she knew that I was naked too. She was a hiker, she knew the ropes. But she didn’t seem to care as she alternated between doing laps in either breast stroke or backstroke. This meant that I either got an eyeful of gorgeous red pussy bush and luscious tits or her pale pink bottom in turn. And yes, her pussy was deeply red, particularly wet as it was. It looked like there was a small fire down there. Her armpits were aflame as well, but faintly. Let’s face it, on the trail there are damn few waxing stations. And my facial beard was just as unkempt as her little red groin. One thing was in common for both of us: Our bodies were both lean and hard, and both were covered in small welts, cuts and scratches. My leg injury was only the latest hurt. The slight imperfections of her body only made her more alluring; more real to me.
As last she waded out of the water and I saw the drips streaming of her very tight pale backside. She made her way over to an oversized men’s shirt and put it on, but did not bother doing up the buttons. She also put her straw hat on and sat on a rock. She looked very fetching with an erotic quotient of about a million.
“I burn like a Mofo”, she said indicating the sun. “No chance of buying sun cream out here. Are you getting out of the water or not? I have some snacks, if you want some?”
I’m a guy, and the water was very cold, so I had some concerns as to shrinkage. But I couldn’t stay there all day. I waded out of the water and Red made the joke I was half expecting.
“Boy, the water was really cold, huh”?
“Don’t stop, Girl, you’re hilarious”, I said.
She then saw me limping and noticed the long split in my calf, now washed clean of blood, but the flaps of the wound were open.
“Jesus, what did you do to yourself”, she asked, all concern now.
I shrugged. “Tripped up”, I said. She understood immediately. We all trip and fall out here; occupational hazard.
“Let me take a look”, she insisted.
I limped over to her and turned around self-consciously. Red had squatted down examining my torn muscle and incidentally, her face was about a foot from my naked ass.
“That’s nasty”, but I’ve seen worse, she said.
“Nasty cuts or asses”, I asked?
“Both”, she replied with a smile. “Well, that thing needs stitches otherwise you well may lose your leg. Infection is easy to get in the woods”.
“Not great news considering that the nearest town is two hours back the way we came”, I replied. “I’ll have to take my chances”.
“No you won’t”, she said reaching for a bulky first aid kit deep in her pack. “You’re in luck; I’m a doctor”.
She wasn’t kidding either, May (her name) was an actual doctor. A paediatrician – you know – a baby doctor, but still a doctor. May quickly stitched up the deep part of the calf wound without anaesthetic and it hurt like fuck. I lay on a rock slab, bare butt uppermost, as she worked the calf.
“I made do with only six stitches”, the rest of the cut is superficial. We will be here for a couple of days though. I don’t recommend walking on that leg until the wound starts to seal up”.
I turned around and sat examining the dressing. She sat down opposite.
“Very nice work”, I said. She smiled. “You don’t have to hang around for a couple of days, though. I will be ok”.
“Nonsense”, May said. “What is a day or two more out here?”, she asked this looking around the rock pool, the woods and all of our clothing strewn all over the rocks.
May asked me my name, and I told her – “Will”, short for William.
Not for the first time I noticed the little bunch of flaming curls between her legs. God she was beautiful.
She looked at me and saw my cock starting to harden against my will. I watched it rise in horror. I didn’t wish to offend her.
Instead of horror, she laughed and flicked my cock with a nearby damp t-shirt. “You forget, Will, I’m a doctor. I’m well aware that a straight man usually gets hard when he sees a naked women. Come on, put that thing away, we had better set up camp”.
And with that we both got dressed and on to our chores. Mine was collecting firewood. This I did limping all the while.
That night I made my world famous mountain stew with rehydrated meat and vegetables. Maybe “world famous” is a bit much, but we both enjoyed it as did we enjoy supping from a tin cup of single malt Irish whiskey that I had been keeping for special occasions. As it was a fine summer night, we opened a groundsheet on the grass and lay side-by-side on a sleeping bag looking at the stars whilst we chatted in the darkness. We could only see each other by the glow of a small fire, which was mainly built for the cosy effect and also to provide a bit of stray smoke to help keep the mosquitos at bay. Keep bears away too, hopefully?
I learnt that May also had a painful breakup with her boyfriend which led to her going for the big walk too. It made me wonder just how many lost souls there were out in the wilderness who had been kicked along in their little adventure by romance gone bad. After a while she felt comfortable enough to use my belly as a pillow as we talked. It was a bit unnerving having her face so close to my dick, but I didn’t mind a bit. Neither, apparently, did she. We talked about all sorts of things and I had not felt so content in many months. Softly chatting in the darkness with a gazillion stars above our heads. At one point May turned her head towards me studying my face.
“Should we do it”, she asked?
And I surprised myself. “Not right now”, I replied.
She smiled and nodded. “Good decision, software boy”, she said.
It bemused the hell out of me. I wanted this girl in the worst way. I had almost seen her completely naked even before having our first conversation. But, the night was picture perfect and it seemed better to wait for some weird reason. She sensed it too; it was a good decision, I agreed.
Next morning I awoke early to find May making her way back from the rock pool. She was covered in a skimpy traveling towel which wasn’t very efficient at covering anything. Obviously she must have had an early morning icy swim, and I cursed myself for not having been awake and accompanying her. Still, I got to watch her get dressed and feel my cock throbbing beneath my jeans.
“I’ll make breakfast” she said. She rummaged for a protein bar from her backpack and threw the snack bar at my head.
“Breakfast served”, she grinned.
“Aren’t you the little housewife?”, I replied, opening the packet and almost finishing the bar in two bites.
We spent the morning talking some more and at last when the sun was at its most biting, she examined my calf wound.
“The stitches are holding nicely”, she said. “Not even a hint of redness. I’m a pretty good doctor”.
“You are at that. Not sure I can afford your medical skills?”.
“I draw you up a bill”, she replied. Anyway, before I change the dressing let’s take another swim? The heat is so bad it’s baking my drawers off”.
With that, May stood up and dropped her shorts and panties and I was suddenly reintroduced to my old friend, Ms Flame Bush. God that women could rock a bare bod! As I was being a bit tardy, she picked up her panties and slingshot them onto my face.
I undressed unable to hide my erection, but didn’t try to anymore. A few seconds later the icy water took care of it for me. We romped naked in the water for the next ten minutes or so.. I lost track of time.
Eventually the cold water was too much and May waded out of the water in all her naked perfection. She then spread out the sleeping bags on the grass, sat down and motioned for me to sit next to her. The air was electric and there was absolutely no mistaking the direction we were now headed. I hardly sat down before she leaned into me and I kissed her deeply. Our tongues touched and her mouth pressed harder into mine. I pushed her back into the grass and slowly, lightly touched her breast as I kissed her. At that first touch, May very slightly moaned into my mouth. I doubt that she even knew that she did it. My cock grew to attention once more, and once more we both ignored it as best we could. As far as I was concerned, this was all about her. I teased her with my tongue, pulling it away just as she sought it, but then little it linger against hers when she didn’t expect it. I was rewarded by all this subtle teasing by her nestling even tighter into my naked body. Her elbow occasionally bumped my hard cock, perhaps by accident, and perhaps not? Either way, I was teased by her in return.
I decided to move things along a bit. While I was kissing May, the entire time I placed my right hand on her left knee and was not surprised to find her opening her legs in anticipation. I ignored the invitation, and began lightly stroking just behind her knee in that little hollow of her leg. Every so often I would stroke down in the general direction of her vagina, but always stop short. I then resumed my play with the inside of her knee. May was a complete captive at that point; her carnal desire was my prisoner. We both knew who had the sexual power right then, and she was surrendering her body to me for control and pleasure: hers or, mine? It made no difference.
I continued to kiss her and for variation I began to stroke her pale belly with the tips of my fingers. I was out to sexually tease her, to make her ache. My fingers drew an imaginary pattern all over her middle. I worked from just under her smallish boobs to just above the ginger curls of her untamed bush. Kissing her, I could feel the poor girl squirm against my body. I know it was agony for her because her tongue was giving me the business. However, she had not suffered enough. I gently trailed her belly with my fingertips like it was my life’s work. And, very occasionally, as if by accident, I allowed a casual finger to press slightly harder against her pubic mound and each time was rewarded by a moan right into my kissing mouth.
By about the eighth time I did the finger trick, May, evidently, had had enough. She suddenly reached across and gripped my cock around the base in her right hand. That’s all, she just held my hard penis, and her touch was electric. She also pressed her breasts into my chest. Checkmate, I guess. It seems that she could tease too.
I smoothly pushed May backwards and back onto the sleeping bag blanket. She lay back in anticipation with her knees slightly spread apart wondering what move I might make next. What a sight this girl was. Her red hair was sprayed about her head, her pouty b-cup breasts were rising and falling, her trail-hardened torso was also moving in line with her breathing. She wasn’t smiling; urgent desire was replacing every other emotion. Her eyes were giving me a direct signal that I should stop fooling around. She was gorgeous and her eyes were moist and open, both of her hands were touching my pulsing cock. I was oozing precum onto her dancing fingers and the pleasure was building with every touch. I gently pushed her hands away from me, opened her legs wider, and dipped my head between her glorious pale legs and tasted her tangy, salty, vagina for the first time.
Before I describe the beautiful experience, let’s talk about cunnilingus for a short moment, shall we?
I would say that pussy has no one particular taste. Vaginal taste and scent is constantly shifting about, ghosting from here to there. It’s impossible to lock down. Taste depends upon the lady’s cycle, their diet, their race, their activities and sometimes even the time of day. Pussies are so elusive that it is often even difficult to even describe their taste at all. Most of the time, vaginas taste like, well… vaginas.
As I dipped my head between May’s legs I examined her beautiful genitals with a voyeur’s delight. I’d never been intimate with a redhead before and was curious for a close-up view. I had already experienced May’s general pale skin tone, it was almost translucent. For instance, her areola was fainter yet at the same time pinker than usual and her rosebud nipples were not as well defined against the areola. The effect was stunning. Her pussy was unfurled and open before me and it is easy to see why vaginas are most often described as “flowers”. She had a smallish clitoris, and slightly larger outer labia than most girls I’d been with, which only made me want to dive in. In the hot sun I could see her pussy glistening with desire through her curly pubic hair and her knees trembled faintly as my hot breath touched her void for the first time.
May’s vaginal scent – her intrinsic pussy smell – fired up every neuron in my brain. I will try and be accurate in describing it. May’s pussy scent was a mixture of sweat, musky secretions, detectible pheromones and, I imagine, an extremely faint “pee” scent. The combination of fragrances drew me to her until my tongue was deeply inside her body. May’s vagina rocked against my face and beard in pleasure, and in a short time she actually held my ears like a lot of women do in these special moments. She steered me by the ears all over her ‘hot zones’. My penis was hard and aching beneath me as I lay on the sleeping bag. That bag will have to take a washing, I thought. Of all the experiences I was enjoying at that moment, May’s vaginal taste and sent drove me wild. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stopped licking at her pink furry crease and put my arms under her hips in preparation for lifting and entering her. She gently stopped me.
“Will, I don’t suppose you have condoms”, she asked hoarsely. “I can’t get the pill on this trail”.
“Ah, I’m in the same boat, May”, I said as I lowered her butt back on the blanket. “No, no I don’t”.
At that exact moment I was kneeling before her, May’s knees were wide open either side of my hips and her wet cunt was open and exposed about an inch from my throbbing penis. “Not today, I’m afraid”, I said sadly.
“Don’t be silly”, she replied. “There are other ways to go about it”.
We lay down again facing each other and she placed my hand between her legs and she began softly rubbing my cock whilst I explored her pussy with my fingers. For both of us it was unhurried and deliberate. My fingers moved up and down her wet crease in a rhythm dictated by her hips which soon began to take control. Her hand on my cock soon lost focus as she pumped her hips onto my fingers. Her pleasure was tipping her over the edge. She kissed me the whole time, but her ragged breathing made concentrating difficult. For a start, she had stopped masturbating me completely because she was entering ‘pleasure overload’ and she just let herself fuck my fingers to the point of total control loss. As she came she buried her head into my neck and her body stiffened and relaxed repeatedly at the tempo of her orgasm. My fingers were aching when she eventually began to relax once more. After which, she sobbed a few times, which I would learn, was something she sometimes did after cumming particularly hard. She kissed me sweetly.
“Now, software, boy, your turn”.
May pushed me down and took my cock in her warm wet mouth for about a minute, and as soon as the tell-tail signs of my release became evident, she stopped abruptly.
“I want to try something different”, she said with a grin.
“Ok, Sweetheart, I’m your plaything, then” I replied.
May directed me to get on all fours like a naked, horney puppy. My six inches of hard cock poked out from beneath my tight belly. May got behind me as if she could fuck me from behind, which she obviously couldn’t. I could feel the pubic curls of her groin against my ass as she bent over me and lay her head on my shoulder blades. So, in that position she was able to reach underneath me and massage my very slippery hardness in long loose strokes. Over and over again she stroked – and in a very short period my balls began revolving and my sack started to tighten. May kept her head against my shoulder, and her tits squished delightfully into my back as he moved her arm. All too soon this feeling advanced from pleasure straight to lightning bolt as I started to pump her hand with my hips in unconscious tight thrusts. It was about to happen!
But, a full four seconds before I did, May pulled her most unexpected trick.
As my orgasm was just about to unfold, she quickly slid off my back but never stopped the movement of her beautiful right hand. She was gone, but at the same time she was still there. Then the kicker. Exactly two seconds before I came, May continued to masturbate me to finish me off, but she also ducked her head down to my bottom. Once down there, she forced the tip of her tongue between my crack up and right into my asshole and in doing that she flicked on about a hundred million nerve endings. Jesus fucking Christ! For a single second, time itself froze. The sun shone through the trees; the bird song was in our ears, the grass was soft beneath our knees. May’s hand pumped my wet cock with her right hand and her tongue was right up and inside my anus giving me a sensation beyond all comprehension. At that incredible point, my cock started to spurt hot globules of creamy semen all over the sleeping bag beneath me. Actually, part of the very first jet of my cum hit me on the underside of my own chin. As I came I sort of gruffly grunted uncontrollably with every powerful squirt. The whole time May wiggled her tongue in my butthole triggering pleasure difficult to describe. I have never made those kind of sounds before as I came. That was all May’s work.
As yucky as it sounds, I then collapsed onto my belly and onto a long puddle of cooling cum soaked sleeping bag. May retrieved her talented wet tongue from my hole as I fell and collapsed on top of me, lying on my back and she gave me little soft kisses on my ear.
I flipped her onto the wet sleeping bag next to me. I tried to talk to her, but my breathing took a bit of time to get under control. She laughed.
“You liked that, huh? I could tell. Best spur of the moment decision I ever made”.
I had to agree – and then some. We lay there for a good while collecting our thoughts. Somewhere in the distance a lumberjack started up a chainsaw and we listened to the faint buzzing in some far off valley as we lay there in the afternoon sun as naked as sticky jaybirds.
May leaned on an elbow looking at me, as I took her in with my eyes from knees, red bush to smiling eyes.
“What say we pick up a packet of condoms at the next town?”, she asked me, all coy”.
I stood up and offered her a hand up with a view for another naked swim together.
“How about two packets”, I suggested?
The End
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