I always hesitate to tell you I am going hiking. I know how much you don’t enjoy it, how you would rather stay snuggled in bed than get up and chase my crazy ass all over mountains in the dawn’s early light. I insist that you can stay, I can go myself, but in a moment of chivalry you decide that it’s easier to go with me than to worry that I will make it back to the trailhead. It’s likely I will just keep going once I start, the mountains are my heartsong.
This particular morning finds us in Tennessee, a long drive to the mountains from the plains where we live. I am dying to put my feet on a trail, the stars still shining as we drive to the start. You can feel my excitement, my passion, you know well I don’t do anything halfway. I do everything with enthusiasm. The trail starts easily, but it is soon apparent that our destination is downhill, every step down is one we must take back up, a lesson you know all too well. I know this is a moment of dread for you, you hike only as a gift to me.
As the sun rises, the air heats up forcing me to remove my jacket first, exposing my slightly transparent tank top, my nipples visibly hard in the cool air through my sports bra. We descend further on the trail, the forest and rock walls engulfing us. Closing in on our destination, I begin to notice little rock hideaways above the trail and formulate a plan to show my gratitude. The morning is warming, but in the shade it is still a bit cool. Taking you by the hand, we climb up to a gathering of rocks that will shield you from downhill traffic just a bit.
At the top is just a solid rock face, shooting towards the sky. It is not entirely visible through the trees, the morning sunlight barely kissing the ground. Resting you against the upright slab , my knees in the cold dirt at your feet, I unbutton your pants gently, slowly. Trailing kisses at your waist, your hip, your abdomen, I languidly take the tip of your cock into my mouth. My lips are warm and wet and I hear your breath catch in the stillness of the forest. This delicious head that I have been dreaming about all morning, all firm and full. I love to dance my tongue across it, gently part your slit tasting the precious drops of precum that spring to the surface when my mouth is near. I could spend all day sucking and loving that mushroom shape that parts me so well. This morning does not give me that luxury.
I can feel you growing in my hands, your shaft thickening and filling. It’s intoxicating and I am eager to get it all inside my hot mouth. I begin, taking you further with each new thrust of my lips, little bits at a time against my tongue. This is my goal, to fully encompass you, all soft, warm and tight. Giving you this amazing feeling of being fully engulfed in me out in these woods.
As I take you deeper, your hands reach up to caress my face, and then rest in my hair. It’s delicious, the feeling of your fingers tangled up in my curls, the pressure of them against my scalp. It makes me moan, muffled over the girth of your cock. Looking up at you, locking eyes I begin to take you deeper and harder. I know that it is only a matter of time before a hiker wanders around the bend, and our adventure could come to an unsatisfactory and abrupt end. Your whole shaft fills, me hitting the back of my throat. This soft spot molds itself perfectly to your head, creating the most amazing feeling of wholy consuming you.
The tempo intensifies as I look up into your eyes, pull my head back and in a tight voice whisper,
Choke me with your cock.
This is all it takes for you, your hands tighten down on my head, fully in control now. I feel you twitch in my mouth as you cram my throat hard against the head of your cock. It’s such a delicious feeling, to know that you are deriving so much pleasure from me. Surrendering my head to you for these few moments drives me wild, my slit is dripping wet, quiet sounds slipping past your swollen shaft. Driving my head with your hands so hard against your cock, I am barely breathing, the pressure causing my eyes to water, a favorite sensation. Your hands get tighter, harder, more insistent, you are completely against my throat, I taste your pre-cum in little drips as it slides down off your head. Your balls tighten against my chin, cramming into them with each thrust. My tongue is wrapped firmly around the base of your shaft, the vein tight in its folds.
Your voice is tight and hoarse above me, Yes, suck it. So good. God, yes. Fuck. Please. In the beginning these are all precise and coherent but as the tension in your shaft rises, words become less clear. There is more breath, less formation. The use of fuck picks up in intensity with the rising heat in your body.
Your dick is delicious, full, I can’t handle all of it. Hands pulling, thrusting, I am at your mercy and loving every second. Your thighs and hips tense under my hands, you thrust my head fully over your cock and I am flooded with the most fantastic load of cum, streaming across my tongue, you are so tight against the back of my mouth, your cum streaming in such fury that I can’t contain it all. Your voice is magical, velvety, this long yesss low and tight in the morning air. I can feel your cock twitch and throb as it pumps rope after rope of cum in my mouth. It drips from my lips, down my chin onto my breasts. I keep sucking and licking until every last drop is coaxed from your shaft, looking up into your face as I do so. You wear this incredulous look of pure ecstasy that I can’t get enough of. If you could, I would do it all again, my mouth and my voice are begging for more.
I slowly begin licking your cock, gently cleaning it of any last vestiges . Your gentle laughter dances on the rocks and the trees, like little shattering pieces of light. My breasts are wet, I take my fingers and lift the spilled cum to my lips, wanting to consume all of you deep inside me, watching your sweet smile as you watch me lick it from my fingers. Once clean, I gently place you back in your pants, help you to rebutton your clothes. You are leaning, drained against the rock face just in time to see the first hiker roll by us. He doesn’t even look up. There is a breath of realization, more laughter and smiles. The joyous sounds bounce on the rocks as we follow the trail back up, high to the hilltop, holding hands, smiling, crushing our lips together at every turn. A hiking partner well satisfied.
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