[MF] At the waterfall

Long time lurker, finally bringing a story of my own. You can skip down to *** for the sexytimes.

This happened years ago, before Julia and I were married. We were in a long-distance relationship, and I was flying to meet her. We were supposed to meet at the airport, go to a hotel for a night, and then go on a day-long hike in the mountains with some of her friends. But my flight was delayed by a day! So, we had to skip the hotel and go straight to the hiking trip instead.

So me and Julia. Me: 32, average white guy, brown hair blue eyes, six foot nothing, decent shape from running. Julia: 29, tall, slender, light brown hair, big blue eyes, very pale white skin, freckles. European, let’s say Swiss; spoke several languages including perfect English. She had somewhat large, loose breasts that she was always a little awkward and embarrassed about. She did a lot of hiking and biking, which gave her great legs and an amazing ass. Really amazing. Large and white, round and firm, with those two little hollows at the base of the spine. I already liked Julia a lot – reader, I married her – but wow, I adored her ass.

Here’s the thing about Julia: until she met me, she’d never had a satisfactory sex life. Pure bad luck. She was rather shy, and she’d had only two long-term boyfriends. One didn’t know what he was doing, and the other was a selfish D-bag with no interest in anything beyond getting himself off. Then she met me. I wasn’t any kind of sexual magician, but I had a basic competence and I cared about my partner’s pleasure. She’d never had protracted foreplay before; I did that. She’d never had anyone go down on her more than briefly and clumsily; I went down on her until she came and came. We discovered things she’d never guessed, like that she loved having her nipples sucked, slowly and luxuriously. In one week of vacation together, she had more orgasms than she’d had in her entire life up until then.
(That said, she was still shy. When we first started to have sex, she didn’t like the lights on! She got comfortable with that, and she was learning to love sex, but she was still shy about speaking up or initiating things.)

This is not to brag, but to give context: after three months apart, she was really looking forward to seeing me again. And the same was true for me, because I hadn’t had sex with anyone since we separated. So there was a pretty huge charge built up between us. And then… we couldn’t go to a hotel room and be alone together! We had to go straight to this silly hike instead. Frustration!

The hiking trip: twenty kilometers through the mountains with half a dozen friends. Julia and I held hands, like two wholesome young people in a G-rated movie. But within a couple of kilometers, we developed a tendency to lag behind, especially on curves or places where the other hikers could move out of sight. And then we’d be all over each other: deep kissing, stroking each others’ bodies through our clothes. I peppered her ears with little fluttery kisses, because I knew she loved that, and I slid one hand into her bra, gently playing with her nipples. Then we would break apart, breathless, and trot to catch up with the group. Lather, rinse, repeat, half a dozen times over a couple of hours of hiking. It was a warm summer day, and soon we were covered in a thin film of sweat.

As I’ve said, Julia was always shy and was still learning how to assert her sexuality. But the long dry spell had left her hungry. At one point, when we were alone for just a few moments, she suddenly pulled away from our embrace and looked down. My erection was clearly visible, a tent in my hiking shorts. Julia stared at it openly for several second, then looked up and locked eyes with me. Biting her lip, with an expression of mixed daring and glee, she reached out, grabbed my cock through my shorts, and gave it a good hard squeeze – clumsy, but very firm. I was delighted but at the same time I had to squash the urge to burst out laughing: she looked so pleased with herself!

(And so daring. The trail wasn’t super busy, but it wasn’t empty – other hikers passed us from time to time. Julia was still un-learning her shyness. If someone came along as saw us necking, my hand up under her t-shirt, she’d be mortified. So this was really new and bold behavior for her.)

And then we came to the waterfall.

Here the trail ran along the side of a narrow cleft like a little canyon. At one point it passed under an overhang. Opposite, on the other side of the cleft, was a little waterfall. It fell maybe six or seven meters – twenty feet – into a little pool. On our side, under the overhang, there was a rusty railing at the side of the trail. If you leaned out over the railing you could almost touch the waterfall. Bright green ferns grew everywhere, beaded with moisture.

Mist from the waterfall floated out, cooling and soothing. After two hours of hiking in the summer sun we all sighed with relief. We pulled out water bottles and snacks, chatted, relaxed for a few minutes.

And then it was time to go. The other hikers cleaned up their stuff and filed out along the trail. I very ostentatiously put my boot up on the rusty railing. “Going to re-tie my laces! Be along in a minute!” My laces were, of course, perfectly fine. But the other hikers nodded and moved along, out of sight.

And then Julia and I were all over each other, hungry hands and mouths in the cool mist and the damp ferns.

* * *

I reached into her t-shirt, found the front snap of her bra, and opened it – click. Her breasts, large and soft, fell free. I pulled up her t-shirt to expose them – white, with a dusting of freckles and large, pink nipples. I wanted to simply bury my face in them. But I saw Julia glancing nervously down the trail, torn between lust and worry that someone would come around the corner and see her with her breasts hanging out. So instead, I pushed up her t-shirt, I cupped one breast in my hand and slowly lowered my mouth to it. Then, I began to slowly suck on the nipple while looking her straight in the eyes.

I knew from our previous encounters that this drove her crazy. Today was no exception. She gasped and pressed my head to her breast. I put my hand in the crotch of her shorts and began stroking. She said nothing, but moved her hips forward, pressing her mound against my hand. I found the snap of her shorts and unfastened them so I could slide my hand down into her panties. I sucked slowly, luxuriously, while my hand found the thatch of curly hair. I caressed it, slowly working my way town towards the top of her slit. Suddenly my exploring fingers plunged into soft wetness. I moved one finger around carefully until I found her clitoris, and began to stroke.

Her breath became ragged and her eyes lost focus. For the moment, the fear of exposure was forgotten.

After perhaps a minute of this, suddenly I pulled my head away from her breasts. I turned her around so that she was facing the railing. Then I pulled her shorts down to her knees. I don’t know what I was thinking at that moment – I guess I wanted to be able to embrace her from behind, caress her breasts and her pussy. But then I saw that ass. It was so round and so white, so soft yet so firm. God, I loved her ass. Right then I realized what I was going to do.

I put my hands on her hips, under her panties, and then with a swift motion slid them down her thighs, exposing her naked ass. She gasped. I put my right hand between her legs from behind. Her pussy was swollen to the touch, soft and warm, like a peach just past the point of ripeness. I parted her open with two fingers. It was wet, so wet. My fingers slid almost frictionlessly. From behind, I slid one finger into her, and began stroking her clit with another. She made a little “uh-uh-uh” sound, which I could tell meant “oh God that feels wonderful, but I’m very nervous that someone will come up the trail any moment and see me like this”.

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I gently pushed her forward, bending her over the railing, facing the waterfall. The mist from the fall made little beads on her hair. Then, while caressing her swollen pussy with one hand, I grabbed my belt, with the other, unsnapped it, and unzipped my shorts. My cock sprang free. I was almost painfully hard at this point, the tip pointing upwards at a slight angle, throbbing slightly with my heartbeat. I could feel the cool moist air on my cock and crotch.

Now it all happened very fast. I spat in my hand, rubbed some saliva on the head of my cock and the first couple of inches of shaft. Then I braced myself, lifted up her ass a little with one hand, and guided myself between her legs with the other. Normally I like a little entry-play, rubbing the tip around the lips and clitoris, toying and teasing. Not this time. I was hard and I was hungry and I simply shoved myself into her.

Julia gave a sort of squawk of surprise and tried to twist around. But I had lifted her so that she was barely on tip-toe, bent far forward, most of her weight on the railing. For an instance she flailed awkwardly, half unbalanced. Then, the sensation of my cock filling her pussy hit her brain. She moaned… and then shoved her ass back against me, hard, impaling herself deeper.

I lifted her hips with both hands to improve my angle of attack and then I thrust… and thrust… and thrust. It was very slightly frustrating because I couldn’t quite get my entire shaft in. Her shorts and panties were around her lower thighs, holding her legs together, so she couldn’t spread for me. But it felt so good anyway. Meanwhile, she was gripping the rusty railing fiercely, almost all her upper body out over the drop, her large pale breasts swinging loose and free, damp with the mist from the waterfall.

Now, normally Julia took some time to climax. When we’d made love before, it would usually take an extended period of foreplay, plus several minutes of me going down on her, before she would be close to ready. But this time was different. Maybe it was the long period of absence… the build-up of expectations… the caressing and petting on the trail. Or maybe it was the awkward, almost helpless posture, bent far over the railing and in danger of imbalance. Or maybe it was the fear of exposure. Or, who knows, maybe it was the roaring and mist from the waterfall. Whatever the reason: after less than a minute of fucking, Julia threw her head back and her breathing changed to deep fast panting, huh-huh-HUH-HUH-HUH. I knew from experience that this was a sign of approaching orgasm but I couldn’t believe it was happening so quickly. But a moment later her pants turned into a series of sharp exclamations, almost barks – HUH! HUH! HUH! – and despite being half off balance, she began squirming, trying to grind her pussy down on to me. And then I felt her cunt twitch, deep inside, squeezing down on my cock as the first wave of orgasm surged through her.

That was it for me. My own orgasm came over me in a wave, starting at the base of my cock and spreading outwards. I felt my toes curling. And then I came.

We all know that there’s a lot less cum than we think, yeah? Typically it’s just a teaspoon or so, and it’s almost never as much as a tablespoon. But that’s not how it felt. It felt like a goddamn firehose down there. It felt like, with every surge, I was unloading half a pint of cream into her. I could feel the cum rushing through my shaft, out and away. I could feel my balls clenching as they emptied. It just went on and on. It felt like a bolt of lightning going through me from the top of my head to my toes. With every wave of orgasm, I was making some sort of wordless animal noise – “Rrrahhh! RRAHHHH!” And Julia was babbling something in her own language. I couldn’t make any sense of it but it sounded pretty happy.

And then suddenly it was over. We came together and we stopped together. My cock gave a final twitch inside her. I slowed my thrusts, then stopped. For just a moment, we hung together in the sound of the falling water, surrounded by the mist and the ferns, sweaty, cool, at peace.

I carefully lowered her off the railing. I cupped one breast, caressed it. She leaned back against me, murmured an endearment. I kissed her ears, her neck. Then I slowly pulled away from her. My cock, still three-quarters erect, flopped fatly out of her pussy. Looking down, I could see a string of mixed cum and juices dangling from it.

I could see Julia coming back to herself. With quick, nervous motions, glancing up and down the trail, she pulled her panties and shorts back up, concealing the dark triangle of hair that was now glistening with moisture. She pulled her t-shirt down, reached up under it to re-fasten her bra. The whole encounter, from the moment I unsnapped her bra, had taken perhaps three minutes.

I began to pull up my own shorts. As I did, the dangling string of cum and juices fell free from my plump cock. It made a little perfect silvery circle on the damp ground.

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