While Hiking One Day

It’s one of those moments in life that you can’t plan, they just happen.

After some light hiking we are left standing on a small rise overlooking the sunbathed forest, enjoying the moment. Not touching, but close. We are both flushed and warm, our skin glowing from the combination of the sun and the effort of the climb.
I look around and see a large patch of grass a short way down the slope. I don’t say anything, I just go. I sit, remove my shoes and socks, and lay back, allowing my back and head to rest on the ground. The angle of the rise makes it feel like I’m relaxing in a lounge chair. I plant my feet on the ground so that I can feel the cooling effects of the grass between my toes.

After a few minutes I hear movement, and then a shadow falls across my face. I open my eyes to look up and there he is. With the sun coming from behind him, framing his head and entire body in golden light, he looks like a featureless Greek god. I’ve always found him beautiful, but in this moment he is irresistible. My breath catches unexpectedly and I feel a knowing tingle between my legs.

“Are you going to come down here and join me?” I ask him casually, not betraying my sudden and unplanned interest in any way. He sighs, half in annoyance and half in relief, and sits down beside me, still gazing down the hill.

He remains sitting while I am laying, and I begin very delicately touching myself, at first just running my hands over my arms, stomach and thighs, as if to brush off stray dirt or leaves. From here I move to lightly dragging my nails across my skin, enjoying the sensation as the goosebumps rise and the tingles spread. I am getting more excited with every pass of my fingers, and with every glance I see him give me out of the side of his eye. I slide up my shirt and undo the button on my shorts, then slide down the zipper.

He can no longer successfully pretend that he doesn’t see what is going on, and turns to me and asks “What are you doing?”. “You, hopefully” is my only response. I sit up and pull my shirt over my head and off in one quick motion. I turn, slide my hands up under his shirt, and do the same to him. I quickly wrap both shirts together into a soft ball, placing it on the ground behind him.

I reach my hand up to his neck and pull his face slightly towards me for a strong, deep kiss, wrapping my other hand around the back of his head. I can tell the unexpected ferocity of it has caught him by surprise, but I can also feel the shift in the front of his pants that tells me he likes it. When I finally release his lips he says breathlessly “What if someone sees?”. “Let them watch, maybe they will learn something” is my only answer.

I release him and stand up, quickly stripping off my shorts and panties. As I step out of them I move my body so I am standing over him, straddling his legs at the thigh, facing him. Not a man to miss an opportunity literally right in front of his face, he puts one arm behind me, grabbing a butt cheek and pulling me closer. I put my hands on the top of his head for balance as I feel his other hand slide up between my legs. I am as wet as a fish and in seconds he is in me, 3 fingers deep, stroking my g-spot from the inside while thumbing my clit on the outside. I moan and spread my knees to give him better access and that is all the encouragement he needs. His hand comes out from between my legs and wraps around to grab my other butt cheek. My hands slide down to his shoulders as I try to keep my balance while he pulls me even closer.  His face is now buried where his hand was, and it is all I can do to keep standing. His tongue works from my clit to my opening and back again, over and over, teasing and tasting every area it can reach. Now he is the ravenous animal, and I am the only snack for miles.

This goes on for a few minutes, and I am getting closer and closer to cumming with every flick of the tongue.  My thoughts are fragmenting but they line up for just a moment, long enough for me to step back and pull out of his hold. He looks up at me, lips and chin glistening with my wetness. “Take off your shorts” I tell him, my voice low and throaty, the desire to have him in me so deeply intertwined in it that I don’t really have to explain. He lays back, putting his head on the makeshift shirt ‘pillow’, and arches his back, undoing his shorts and pulling them and his underwear down below his knees. As soon as they are out of the way I drop down to all fours, my breasts in front of his face, my ankles beside his hips, and my pelvis lined up just above his. He is ready, and obviously so am I. I slide down onto him, and immediately I begin to shudder. One of his hands moves to the back of my head as his lips press against mine, and I ride him, as slowly as I can manage. His other hand slides down and again begins to work my clit, with a strong, hard pressure. He doesn’t want this to go slowly at all. I give in and stop holding back, sit straight up and ride him for all I am worth. As I begin to cum I feel him begin to shudder too, and as I am in the throes of my release I feel him release into me. We finish together, and I collapse onto him.

A little while later, after our hearts have stopped racing and we’ve both caught our breath, I roll off of him and look around. I don’t see anyone, but I can’t help but hope, at least a little, that someone stopped and watched the show we just put on.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c0c3pj/while_hiking_one_day