We’re hardly what you would call avid hikers. In fact, while we enjoy nature, we’d much prefer it with a cold beverage and bonfire.
It was day four of our weeklong vacation with the whole family. And when I say whole family, I mean my husband, our two kids, my parents, as well as my sister and her family. All 10 of us piled in a cabin more fitting for six. Great memories made and a blessing to be with loved one’s….but also stressful. Oh, so stressful.
However, today my husband Josh and I would be breaking away from the group for a few hours. He’d done some research on a state park with great trails just a few miles away. Every year we take this trip each couple gets some alone time to explore and sort of recharge those vacation batteries. We needed it.
Like I said at the top, we’re not hikers. Today, though, we were pretending. It was hot. And humid. Of course, middle of the summer that’s sort of expected.
The park was hundreds of acres, and while there were plenty of people throughout the park, it was still relatively secluded….meaning, not many people around.
About an hour into the hike reached the summit of small trail. It was beautiful. We had something to drink, a quick bite to eat and then smoked a little taking in the views.
“Remember that hike in Costa Rica?” Josh asked me.
“Oh yeah, spring break, right?” I asked back.
“That’s right. Do you remember the picture I took of you?” he mused.
Blushing, I said, “yeah, I remember. What’s your point?”
“This would seem like a fitting spot to recreate the photo, don’t you think?” he chided me.
He was right. It was a good spot. And the picture in question, while somewhat risqué, could probably be considered tame by today’s standards. Basically, with my back to the camera, I took off my top and raised my arms high in the air. Maybe PG-13ish, at most.
“So, why do you say?” he asked.
I’m not sure what it was about him asking, but a sudden rush of excitement came over me. Our sex is good, but we’re busy adults with busy careers and busy kids. We don’t do much for excitement with sex like when we were younger.
“Oh, what the hell!!” I shot back, kissing him on the lips. “Right over here?” I asked, staking out the scene for our big photo shoot.
When my sports bra came off I felt that rush of excitement again. The air felt electric on my breasts, as I showed them to Mother Nature, raising my arms high in the sky and overlooking the park.
“You know,” my husband mused, “it would be even better if those running shorts disappeared.”
I gave him a wicked glare, but he could tell I was intrigued. Looking around just make sure we really were alone, I peeled off my shorts and kicked them to the side.
“This better?” I asked and teased him.
“You have no idea,” he replied.
We don’t do this sort of thing. I’m not sure if it was the weed, being alone in nature, or just that both of us were really horny, but I could feel my juices running down the insides of my legs.
He must have snapped a hundred pictures….instructing me on different poses.
“You seem really overdressed, honey,” I told him.
“What…here? Are you nuts?” he asked back.
“Maybe a little, but I’m the one naked. I just think it’s a little unfair,” I said moving closer to him. “Let’s start with this shirt,” I told him lifting it over his head.
Our bare chests rubbed together as our lips locked. I knew this wasn’t the smartest thing we could be doing right at this moment, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time and wanted to be fucked. I needed to be fucked.
“I think someone is a little excited,” I teased, feeling his member harden in his hiking shorts as I dropped to my knees.
Something about Josh’s cock had me the first time it ever entered me in college. He wasn’t the biggest I’d ever had, but he fit and filled me just perfect. It’s hard to explain. And I love having him in my mouth.
Leaning back against a rock he rested, while I licked the tip of his head. I knew how much he loved when I did that. Then I covered his cock in saliva before I really went to work. I was actually close to cumming just from the rush this was giving me.
“You need to stop, Morgan” Josh insisted.
“But why baby…I want you to cum in my mouth,” I told him.
“Oh I will,” he told me bringing me to my feet. “Right after I bend you over and fuck you good!”
He almost made me melt. We just didn’t talk to each other like this anymore and I truly missed it. Dirty talk was a big part of our playtime when younger, but had somehow fallen by the wayside in recent years.
I stood on my tip-toes in my hiking boots and bent over slightly as Josh’s cock found the opening it was looking for and he plunged into me. I let out an audible scream, and him a grunt.
Teasing and foreplay had no part here. This was rough and wanton sex in nature. Josh wasn’t inside me more than a minute before my first orgasm coated his cock.
“Fuck me harder, baby….fuck me, harder,” I encouraged him.
He did. My head was spinning from the pleasure.
“Where do you want me to cum,” he asked between pumps.
“My mouth. I want it in my mouth,” I begged.
He pulled out, turned me around and I got on my knees as stream after stream of his semen found my mouth, face and tits.
“That was fucking amazing,” he implored. “I love when you’re such a little slut!”
I cleaned up as best I could, all things considered. We dressed, gathered our backpacks and made our way back down the trail and to our vehicle.
“How was the hike?” everyone asked as we arrived back at our cabin.
“Oh, you know,” we replied. “Just another hike.”
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