[FM] the Hike

A group of my coworkers decided to take a Wednesday off and take a hike in the hills. I had plenty of vacation time, and decided to take the day and go along with them. Dave picked me up at the house pretty early, about 7:00, just after my husband had left for work, and we drove up to the trailhead in Saguaro national park. Dave is the rugged man of the group, always camping and hiking on his weekends and in really good shape. If not for his cheesy 70’s mustache he would be really handsome. I have to admit, he looked really good in his cargo shorts and sweat resistant hiking shirt..

The others were waiting for us. Mary, looking cute as always, damn her. She was wearing this cute t-shirt that of course accented her breasts. While smaller than mine, she doesn’t carry as much weight as I do so they looked really good. Jon, the giant, with his oversized t-shirt and scraggly grey goatee looked a bit uncomfortable and sweating already. Omar and Michael had already started up the trail a bit. I decide not to wear my light hiking jacket and sling on my camelback over my yellow hiking shirt. My sports bra, already boosting my large breasts, boosts them even more when I snap the camelback strap under them, enjoying the sidelong glance both Dave and Jon give my chest.
The hike is a nice one, not too steep and just over 6 miles. Just before we get to the peak, Dave twists his ankle a bit and slows down. Not wanting everyone to leave him behind, I elect to slow down and walk with him until he recovers. We talk as we walk, mostly about the trail and things we are seeing, definitely avoiding any work topics at all.

We stop at the peak and look out at the sprawling Sonora desert. “Wow,” says Dave, “what a view. Those are gorgeous peaks”

Noticing he is looking at my breasts, I swat his shoulder, “would you pay attention to nature, please!”
“Looks all natural to me,” he replies, grinning. Despite myself, and probably because it is sexy Dave saying it, I feel my nipples harden a bit at the compliment. The sheer material of the breathable hiking shirt does little to hide the fact, and he obviously notices, grinning. We stand there a bit longer then I turn to see if he’s ready to start down and maybe catch up with the others.

“Could I get a drink?” he asks, and starts to reach for the drinking hose of my camelback before I even answer. His hand brushes across my breast as he does so. He takes a long drink and hands the hose back. “Why don’t I carry that for you on the way down?” he offers, reaching out and taking hold of the strap, the back of his hand pushing up against my breasts. I can’t believe I don’t react, and just let him unsnap the pack and he slides it to the ground.
“What,” I start. “What are you doing?”
“Ginny,” he said, his voice getting husky, “I have worked with you for what, nearly 20 years? I have been looking at your breasts and your body for ages. I just want to touch you.” As he speaks, his right hand rests on my shoulder and starts to caress it, slowly sliding up and down my upper arm.

“David!” I say, not nearly as forceful as my mind is telling me to. “I am married!”

“As am I,” he replies, his hand sliding off my arm to gently cover my left breast. “Oh my god, they are so amazing.”

“Dave, please,” I say weakly, taking a half step back, which he counters by taking a full step into me, his mouth coming down on mine. I have fantasized about him so many times over the years that I let him, despite my inner voice shouting at me to make him stop. His hand begins to squeeze my breast through the shirt and sports bra, his left hand wrapping around me to rub my rather large ass.
His hands come off me, suddenly reaching down and pulling up my shirt. He pulls it up over my head but does not take it off, instead leaving it across my shoulders and slightly pinning me. His hands slide down my check and pull my bra down, my 40 DD breasts exposed to the open air. “Sweet Jesus,” he stammers, and takes both breasts into his hands. His head comes down and his takes my silver dollar sized left areola into him mouth and sucks, biting at the hard nipple.

I tilt my head back and moan softly, the pure erotic taboo of giving another man access to my body overwhelming me. He suck one breast then the other, alternately pinching and twisting the opposite nipple as he does. My nipples are growing soar after what seems to be an eternity when his hands are at my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. I snap to awareness to find myself looking at his fully erect 8” cock, unware how he had even pulled his pants down.

“God Ginny,” he says, “I have to fuck your tits. I have wanted to fuck your tits for years. I cannot believe this is happening!” He leans over and kisses me again, his tongue snaking between my lips to tickle mine. Breaking off the kiss, he looks into my eyes and commands, “Hold your tits together for me.”

I comply, a bit awkwardly with my arms still restrained by my shirt across my shoulders. I push my breasts together around his cock, easily a good 3” longer and thicker than my husbands, and he begins to pump between them. He moans in ecstasy, his fingers again finding my nipples and beginning to work them.

“Your tits are huge, Ginny. They feel so amazing!”

“I am glad to grant your wish, Davey. I love to have my big tits fucked,” I say in as sultry voice as I can, figuring I might was well enjoy myself the fullest. “How about this?” I smile up at him, then take his cock head into my mouth with each of his thrusts. It pops each time he pulls it back. His moans turn more towards groans, and he releases my nipples to place his hands behind my head. His cock is suddenly sliding deeper into my mouth as I suck harder on him, and he pumps two more times before exploding into my mouth. I start to cringe, not liking the taste of a man’s cum very much, but his is surprisingly okay. I even swallow it for him, the first time I have ever done that.

Smiling, he give my breasts another playful squeeze and steps back, pulling up his shorts. I take a moment to get my sports bra back in place and pull my shirt back down. We straighten up and start off down the trail to try and catch up to the others.

“Want to go hiking again next week?” he asks, smiling.

“Oh, I don’t’ know about that, mister!” I say shaking my head, but I smile slightly.

Hope you enjoyed!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/chim9k/fm_the_hike