[F]rom the time on a [M]ountaintop (Venla Episode 2, I guess)

I’m a traveling worker who wanders around the United States taking conservation jobs in various National Parks. If it matters, I’m a fit 29 year old that has often been compared to David Tennant’s Tenth Doctor when clean cut, and Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine when in viking mode. This last season I was in Yellowstone, and ended up on several sexual adventures. This is a continuation of my (brief) time with [Venla](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5dq3s1/i_am_one_lucky_fucker/), a 26 year old Finnish international visiting the US on a work visa. Venla is a tall (5’10”), dark haired, and green-eyed goddess of a woman with an athletic build and light freckling across her nose and cheeks.

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After our first encounter, Venla and I were inseparable outside of work. During the work week we would meet at her room to shower together to wash the sweat and ash (forest fires were a constant nuisance, though they did make for a beautiful sunrise/sunset) from our bodies. After getting cleaned up we would go to dinner in the employee dining hall where I could see the jealousy plain on several guy’s (and a couple girl’s) faces, including her ex. I have to admit, their envious gazes actually felt pretty fucking good.

We would then go back to her room where the normal routine would be trying to watch a movie, but then devolving into a massage as I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of her. Which would inevitably turn her on so she couldn’t keep her hands off of me. We’d fuck until exhaustion, then fall asleep still intertwined. Weekends were different, however.

Venla and I would venture out into the park together on these free days, hiking the various valley, lake, waterfall, and geyser basin trails throughout the two million acre expanse that was Yellowstone. On one of these occasions we set out to do Electric Peak. It was late in the season by this time, the days growing shorter and colder, and it was a 21 mile round trip. Electric Peak had its name because of the frequent lightning strikes at the summit, where more than one climber had died.

That morning at breakfast we saw Ken, the muscly dude-bro who was the head hiking guide in these parts. He seemed pessimistic about our chances of completing it in one day.

“You’re leaving too late, and there isn’t enough daylight left these days. Sorry bro,” he said to me as he looked over to Venla, “It’s probably too intense of a climb for her.”

“Maybe for these little beetches,” Venla said waving around the employee dining hall, “but not for us.”

Challenge accepted. There was a fire near the trailhead; not so close to us as to be a danger, but close enough that most other hikers were deterred. The trail was completely empty besides an old couple who turned back after only a few miles. After they left it was silent besides our footsteps and the occasional howling of the wind through the trees. After several hours of hiking through valleys and forested hillsides we finally reached the base of Electric Peak where we stopped for lunch. Looking out across the landscape, it felt so still and isolated.

“It’s so peaceful here,” Venla said between bites of her sandwich.

“I was just thinking that,” I agreed.

We sat there chewing wordlessly for several minutes.

“Am going to fuck you at the top of this fucking mountain,” she said suddenly.

I looked to her with a mouthful of food to see if she was serious.

“Eat the banana as you walk,” she said as she stood up and put her pack back on. Her smile was predatory as she flared her eyebrows and waved me to get up.

It was a long and strenuous climb, and near the end what was once a narrow steep rocky trail became an even steeper grade with loose jagged rocks and no clear trail. We helped each other find the easiest/safest paths to traverse the death trap. By mid-afternoon we had reached the top of the ridge, steep slopes on either side of a rising knife edge. Before us the final climb: a craggy fifty foot vertical rock wall on the other side of a narrow gorge splitting the summit from our path. One crumbling hand or foothold and we would fall to almost certain death. I jumped across and began my ascent with trepidation, but more-so adrenaline fueled excitement. It felt like several hours of a careful yet nerve-wracking progress before I finally made it up to the last plateau, with Venla right on my heels. It was probably only a couple minutes.

As I held out my hand to help Venla stand up I was ecstatic. The view from eleven thousand feet was absolutely amazing. Mountain ranges in every direction, sprawling forest expanses, and blue-green lakes dotting the landscape between. We soaked it all in with awe for a moment before Venla pointed behind me.

“Look, a metal box,” she announced.

There were these geocaching stashes all over Yellowstone. You take one thing and place another, or something like that. We took out a lunch size oreo pack and ate it. Venla split a cookie and licked the cream off slowly, giggling as she watched me watch her.

“Pervert,” she said playfully, “Am an innocent girl.”

“Oh really,” I said with mock surprise, “Then whose bed have I been sleeping in the last few weeks?”

Venla took a swig of water from her camelbak and swished, watching me with playful indignation. She took a towel out of her backpack, cleared some loose rocks aside with her foot, and unfurled the towel onto her clearing. She shrugged off her pack and stretched out on the towel staring up.

“Come on pervert, watch the clouds with me,” she commanded, patting next to her.

I joined though it wasn’t particularly comfortable. The clouds were always interesting in Yellowstone. Maybe it was the elevation and the unpredictable weather, but they were seemingly always swirling and stretching and filling the sky with abstract art. The wind that propelled our cloud gallery whipped across us as well, violent and cold. Venla snuggled up against me, nuzzling my neck.

“Your beard will keep me warm,” she said with assurance before kissing my jawline softly.

I turned to look at her and went in for a kiss. We kissed passionately for I don’t know how long before Venla broke away from my lips.

“Oh, how romantic,” she said with a mocking lilt to her voice, “Enough! Time for the fucking. Give me the thing.”

If there were two things Venla could do they were make me laugh and fuck my brains out. She extended her hand for “the thing,” and I passed her a condom from my jacket pocket. I undid my hiking pants and pulled them down to my knees as Venla sucked me to a semi-hard state.

“Mmmm, so warm,” she moaned around my cock before placing the condom on my tip.

Venla unrolled the condom along my length with her mouth, swallowing up my shaft as best she could. She stood up a moment to slide her hiking pants off and then mounted me. I took off my coat to drape over her now bare legs and ass since she was shivering from the biting wind. Venla began to work her way down onto my now fully awakened erection. I pulled her face down to mine to kiss her deeply. Her long black curtain of hair enveloped our faces shielding our cheeks a little against the cold.

She moaned into our kiss as I found her rhythm, thrusting up into her as she lowered onto me. Our pace increased frenetically, and while I could feel the sharp rocks stabbing me all over I didn’t care one bit. Her gaze met mine, and I could see how very dilated her pupils were now inside the emerald pools of her eyes. Venla’s rhythm seemed broken suddenly as she shut her eyes, and I knew that meant she was close as the sensation became too intense for her to move on her own. I grabbed her by the tops of her hips, my coat that had been shielding her against the frigid air long fallen away. Holding her firm in place by the curve of her waist, I thrust into her as fast and hard as I could.

Her breath came in delayed and shuddering bursts as I felt her warmth begin to convulse around my throbbing cock. Finally she collapsed on top of me whimpering in ecstasy, unable to stand it any longer. I slowed my pace, sliding in and out of her gently now as the aftershocks of her orgasm passed over her.

“Can I take you home with me?” she managed to speak finally with a satisfied giggle.

“I can be your personal masseur,” I suggested, “specializing in internal massage.”

Venla rolled off of me with a smile and upon seeing my still pulsing erection, twitching with each heartbeat that sent another burst of blood to hold it aloft, she sucked her teeth in empathy. She then stretched out on the towel next to me on her stomach, flared her eyebrows, and motioned her head back towards her firm round ass. I rolled over and straddled her shapely thighs as I positioned myself. I could tell Venla was still sensitive from cumming only a few moments ago because she twitched and flailed her legs a bit as I entered her from behind.

Leaning forward onto her I gathered her arms up in mine, gripping her neck with one hand as I lowered my full weight onto her body. Her ass pressed perfectly against my hips as I sunk deep into her now dripping pussy. I nibbled at her ear and growled as I began to thrust. After so many nights together, watching her facial expressions, paying attention to her non-verbal communications, I knew exactly how to angle myself to make her squirm in pleasure. Holding her from behind tightly in my arms, I slid in and out of her hard and fast, throwing in a little syncopated thrust to catch her off guard every now and then until I could hear she was getting close.

“Fuck, don’t slow down,” she managed between lip bites and moans. I did my best not to disappoint.

She began to quiver in my arms, and let out a joyous half moan/half “fucked silly” giggle. Feeling her pussy spasm and contract around me as I heard her sounds of pleasure sent me over the edge myself (figuratively, though if I had fallen off the edge of Electric Peak and died in that moment I think it’d be a worthy death). We froze in position there for a bit as we basked in the afterglow of what we had just done. I turned Venla’s head to the side to kiss her softly as we both chuckled like we knew something no one else did.

We stood up shakily and cleaned up as best we could. Then Venla reached into the pocket where I kept my condoms to take out another.

“We have to leave something since we took something,” she said as she placed it inside the geocache, “For the next couple.”

I should have been beat after hiking, climbing, and fucking all day, but I had so much energy I practically ran back with Venla calling for me to slow down. Check that one off the bucket list.

Oh, and we made it back to the trailhead before sunset. In your face, Ken.

I have one more good story about Venla, or we can move on (like I had to…) What do you think, GWS?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5eld74/from_the_time_on_a_mountaintop_venla_episode_2_i