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Hey, this is Jenna here, Nick edited though like I asked him. I’ll say right now, this one is a lot more tame, as you likely gathered from the title, still, it’s one of my favourite ones, so I’d like to share, Nick actually wanted to bypass it.
This new island we were on was a good deal bigger than the previous one, we actually spent a good chunk of every morning in the car exploring the coastlines. The Western portion of the island was essentially one big beach, but there was one tiny little section that was a little bay, had the best beaches I’ve ever seen, and they were actually all clothing optional. John and Nick would go full nude all the time, but Mona and I kept our bottoms on, it was a sand beach, and it can get in some unpleasant places. Usually we wore the skimpiest thongs we had though.
On this particular day, while we were driving down that road, Nick pulled over. I knew something had caught his eyes, something he wanted to do spontaneously, he opened the door a bit and stood up, a few seconds later, he spoke.
“Guys, let’s climb that.”
“The fucking mountain? You’re crazy, man.” John said. I saw now what Nick was looking at, it was an ancient fortress perched up atop a small mountain, not too high really. It seemed like quite a hike, but it was definitely doable, there was no actual rock climbing or anything like that.
“Naw, we can do it,” he started pointing at the mountain moving his finger across it, not realizing no one else can see the path he outlined, completely focused on this idea he just got, that he would be fixated on until he achieved it. “We can dress properly for it, bring water, and we can go tomorrow.”
I was convinced, this is something he and I would have done the moment it occurred to either of us, though that was usually him, but Mona and John, I knew, would take some convincing. Normally, we would just ask them to drop us off there and go on our own, problem was that only Nick and I know how to handle a stick, so the car was stuck with us. He dropped it from conversation for the time being, but I saw him with his topographical map, measuring it out, looking at how to do it. He was stuck on this. I know Nick, and I knew he had to climb that mountain.
We went to the beach and enjoyed our day. As the sun started to set, we put our clothes back on and made our way home. At dinner that night, he brought it up again.
They were reluctant, bringing up snakes, dehydration, what to do if someone got hurt, they’re very safe people, it wasn’t much of a surprise, whereas myself and, especially Nick, are willing to take risks.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun to do together, trust me.” I said, adding in ways in which we could eliminate their fears. His enthusiasm had rubbed off on me, it was all he could talk about when we were alone in the room, having looked up the history of the fortress and everything.
They were starting to cave, and within a half hour, we convinced them.
The next morning, we woke up fairly early, and drove on some dirt roads as close as we could get to the castle. According to Nick, it was about a 400 metre rise in elevation we would take on. Mona and I wore short workout shorts, and workout t-shirts. Nick and I had filled our backpacks with water and 2 beers for each of us for when we reach the top. John and Nick just wore regular jean shorts and sleeveless tees, both of their muscles showing on their arms.
The hike started off easily enough, it was through a lightly wooded area and there wasn’t all that much of an incline. It took us a bit over a half an hour to reach the top of that hill, which then went up much steeper before the actual castle. We made a short break as he explained the rest of the route, how we would have to zig zag up the mountain so as to avoid the inclines, following the goat paths. It was about 9 now, and the sun was already beating down quite strongly as we made our way up.
Nick led the way, his confidence showing in every step he took. It was quite steep now, and more rocky than it had looked like from below. His thin but muscular legs showing with the effort he put in, knowing exactly where to set his foot for a good hold, using tree branches to pull himself up when they presented themselves. His blue shirt was soaked with the sweat on his back, his arms too, the hairs wet, sticking to his forearms, while his upper arm, near hairless, was shining in the sunlight accenting his muscles further.
I’m sure he would’ve made much better time on his own, but he would stop every hundred metres or so and wait for everyone to catch up. I wasn’t too far behind him, but John and Mona lagged quite a bit, second guessing every step they took.
After about an hour of hiking, we took a short break in the shade of an olive tree. Nick lit up a cigarette and gave everyone words of encouragement, saying how we’re close. John and Mona were beat though, the two of them sweating profusely, breathing hard as they downed the water handed to them. John’s shirt looked like he had showered in it, sweat running down his face as if though it was raining. Mona’s hair, up in a neat ponytail when we had started, was looking a bit disheveled, beads of sweat on her forehead, her shirt clinging to her, wet in some spots along her stomach. Myself, I didn’t look at a mirror, but I don’t think I was breathing as hard as they were, still, my armpits were damp, showing through my shirt, and I was winded.
Nick on the other hand, was breathing normally as he smoked, barely a sip of water, standing up straight as an arrow. His chest damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to his muscular chest on his skinny but lean build. He was chit chatting as he looked up the mountain, I’m sure devising a route for us to take, while we tried to catch our breath. I had seen this side of him many times, so in control of a situation that should, by any logical means, be far outside his comfort zone. And everytime I saw this side of him, I got (and still get) very turned on. I started to wish that John and Mona weren’t with us, as I wanted him just to myself, but realized that even if we were alone, until we reached the top, he would be thinking of nothing but that.
It took another hour and a half to reach the top. We didn’t talk much, everyone focused on the trail. We finally reached the ruins, it looked like no one had been there in a hundred years, оvergrown bushes, the walls crumbling down. Nick walked the edge of the battlements, a little bit ahead of us, he climbed atop the ancient walls on a still intact stairway and looked ahead.
“Guys, come here,” he called to us, I followed quickly, Mona and John reluctantly, exhausted by the whole ordeal.
I climbed up and stood next to him, looking out. The brownish yellow tint of the land, a few scattered farms and grazing grounds in the distance, a cluster of homes here and there, and then the blue Aegean stretching out in all directions around us. As if though you had the world in the palm of your hand. It was breathtaking, I didn’t even have to say a word. Nick put his arm around me as I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“Wow,” Mona and John said as they joined us, they stood there in disbelief.
“I told you it would be worth it!” Nick said, high fiving everyone, congratulating us “we did it!” he was all smiles.
We found a shaded section with the foundation of what had likely been a house or a building, sat down. Nick pulled his shirt off, setting it to dry in the sun, his defined chest showing, his abs defined as if though he was on the cover of a magazine.
I pulled out of my back pack the beer we had put on ice in a ziplock bag, Mona and John’s surprised faces lighting up when they saw them, and said cheers. I looked at the three of them, John with his muscular arms, sweat covering his forehead, his shirt still soaked. Mona, her light brown hair in a ponytail that was now even more disheveled, her arm pits having sweat through her shirt as it clung to her stomach and back now wet too, sitting down catching her breath. Both of them looking exhausted, but happy at the same time. I took my shirt off now toо, placing it next to Nick’s to dry, I was wearing a sports bra now, a light blue one, beads of sweat on my chest too.
I looked at Nick, so turned on by him, with a big smile showing each of his white teeth stretched across his face, his chest hair clinging to him. He reached to open the beer with his hand, when I saw his smile dissapear in an instant. Something wasn’t right. I followed his gaze, and saw he was looking at a tower in the centre of the fortress, I think it was about 10 metres high. I knew right away, he needed to climb this too. He put his beer back in the ziplock bag.
“I’ll be right back.” he said.
The entrance was destroyed, we could tell from where we were sitting, there was only one way up, and that was by climbing the outside. He made for it and started climbing. John and Mona screamed protests, telling him he’s crazy, that he’ll kill himself. I don’t even think he heard them, he focused, pulling himself up bit by bit, as if though he had done this a million times, never second guessing himself, never faltering, his muscles flexing, showing the strain as he pulled himself up. Mona and John shut up pretty quick when they saw him. He reached the top in a few minutes, and dissappeared from view.
“Holy fuck Jenna,” Mona said, her jaw on the floor “that was so fucking hot,” I saw she had her camera out, and was likely taking pictures as he climbed.
“how does he even know how to do that?” John asked.
I told them I don’t know, which was true, he had done this a few times, I’ve seen him scale much taller city walls than this. When I asked him how he knew, he just said that when he saw them, he knew he could. No training, nothing.
After a few minutes he reappeared, and climbed down. He was smiling again, he did what he set out to do. I smiled too, for him, proud. And also extremely turned on. He sat down on the little wall, opened his beer and took a deep, long gulp of it before lighting a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, I kept on thinking of what I wanted to do to him. Mona was gawking too, even John’s expression showed bewilderment and awe. Nick was oblivious to all of this, just chatting about, absolutely nothing actually, he was talking about where to eat lunch if I remember correctly.
After we downed the first beer I grabbed him by the hand and the two of us took a walk around what was left of the ancient fortress, looking at the remnants of the buildings that had once made up a city. We stopped on the opposite side of the walled fortress. I took my arms and put them around him, holding him close, feeling his hot chest pressed up against my head.
“I can’t believe you climbed that tower,” I said, stepping a pace back.
“Its not a big deal, when I saw I could I had to, I couldn’t not get to the highest point,” he said.
“Still, it’s really hot, Mona couldn’t take her eyes off of you” I kissed him pushing myself right up to him. He kissed me back, putting his hands on the small of my back, gently, as I felt his rough fingers.
“That’s Mona, what about you?” he said.
“What do you think?” I answered, I kissed him again, harder, rougher now, putting my tongue deep into his mouth, his little scruff on his beard prickling my skin, as I tasted the salty sweat surrounding his lips and on his neck.
He got the message and reciprocated, leaned me up on the battlements, and pulled my sport bra up, my little tits out, he started by first grabbing them, then bent down and put his lips on one, licking it before sucking on it, hard. I moaned, I wanted him inside me bad. I reached down to his pants, barely able to contain myself, fumbling as I undid his belt, then his buttons. I reached under his underwear, it was hot there. I lowered them enough for his dick and balls to come out, and started to stroke his cock, already hard, I could feel it throbbing with his pulse, as he switched to my other little tit.
I stopped, turned around, and put my hands on the battlements. I felt him pull my shorts and thong down with one pull. His fingers reach for my soaking pussy, as he briefly put them in and out of me. I felt his hard cock slap my ass a couple of times, and I shivered in anticipation. Finally, he took his thick hard cock, and filled me up from behind, he went hard right away, going in and out, quickly and roughly, smacking my ass, while rubbing my clit with his other hand. I looked up, the little rolling hills, grazing fields and olive orchards stretching in front of me, then the Aegean, with another island off in the distance.
I continued looking at this view as he kept on going into me, his one hand not leaving my clit, sending jolts of pressure through me with it and his cock as he kept on going, holding that same, consistent, rough and fast pace he set at the start. His other hand left my ass and went to my tit, as he squeezed it, then my nipple, before I felt it slide back onto my ass and push my cheek in. I felt him going further into me, deeper than before, maybe deeper than ever before, it certainly felt like it, as the wind howled around us. I moaned loudly but could barely hear myself as I orgasmed, a long one, I swear, it must’ve been a full minute or more, as my arms tensed and the sensation spread throughout my entire body. Just as I was finishing, I felt his cock slip out of me, heard his moan faintly though the wind, and his warm cum cover my ass. I turned around, took his cock in my hand and kept stroking it, a few drops of his cum hitting my stomach, massaging his balls as I did, kissing him, softly now. When I was sure I had gotten every ounce of pleasure out of him, I put his cock back in his underwear and buttoned him up, not taking my lips off of his as I did so. Finally, I pulled my own shorts back up, not bothering to wipe his juices off of me.
We walked back to join Mona and John, both of which had taken their shirts off now. They didn’t seem to figure out we had a little quickie. Nick surprised them again with the 4 remaining beers. We drank them in the sun and enjoyed a cigarette, as they thanked Nick for convincing them to come.
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