At least once a week I do a solo hike. I like to get up way before the sun comes up, and in the middle of winter here in Alaska that is really easy to do with the sun not rising until 10am or so. I’ll get up, have breakfast and coffee, make myself a lunch to have at the top of the mountain, pack my bag and get my other gear together, and then get dressed in all my layers. Before heading out I always pop into the bedroom to kiss my girlfriend goodbye and tell her where I plan to go that day (safety first when hiking alone). Then I text her the same thing I just said because she’s half asleep and there is no way she’s going to remember. Finally I head out and start the car.
Where I live most of the hikes I like to do are about a 10-15 minute drive from home. I love to get the heat blasting in my car and listen to a podcast on my way to the trailhead (not to be confused with trail head which is a blast, but not the subject of this story). My car is like this perfect transition point between home and the mountains where I like to recreate. It is a warm and familiar little base of operations where you can get geared up, and get mentally prepared to step out into the often single digit (farenheit) temps of the pre-dawn morning.
After a while your gear takes care of itself when you are a regular hiker. You basically just be prepared which you learn how to do from the times you were not prepared. Nowadays I’ve got good ice cleats, and snow shoes for ensuring safe footing. Got gaiters to keep the snow out of my boots and keep my socks dry. Got layers in my pack for the times when it’s colder than expected. Got that lunch I packed and additional gear for contingencies in case I get hurt or stuck out there for longer than expected.
The mental prep is my favorite part, however. Like I said I like to get an early start. I want to be at the trailhead while its still really dark, and way before anyone else gets there. I’ll turn into the little gravel ‘lot’ that is the parking for the trailhead and take a spot as far back from the secluded road I drove on to get there. I kill the lights but not the engine, and then burn a little marijuana while I burn a little fossil fuel to keep the heat going. As I smoke I will unbuckle my belt, lift my ass off the seat, and then slide my pants and long johns and boxer briefs down to the middle of my thighs.
I like to get it out as soon as possible. To sit there with my bare ass on the seat and my cock growing in my lap as my body reacts to what it knows is coming.
By the time I finish smoking I’m completely hard. I put my pipe away and begin to stroke. Leaning back in the seat. My hand moving along the length of my shaft as I read through a dirty story on my phone, flip through pictures on reddit, or just watch my hand moving on my cock in the dim light of the console.
I sometimes imagine what might happen if another car pulled into the secluded parking area. Taking my hand off of my cock and reaching for my coffee as their headlights flash over me. Sitting there with my pants down while I act casual.
I also like to imagine that instead of finding a spot further away from me they instead pull up and park right next to my car. I imagine leaving my cock out and visible to my new neighbor as I continue to drink my coffee. Hoping that they glance over and see how hard I am, and then continue to watch as my hand returns to it’s work on my shaft. That inside their little base of operations they begin to perform the same ritual. Stroking or playing with their clit, while occasionally stealing glances at me and visa versa as we both try to cum before setting off down the trail. Both of us knowing exactly what we are each up to. Biting our lips and moaning with faces lit by our phones.
I’m still alone however, and by this time I am oozing pre-cum. I use the tips of my fingers on my cock head and begin to use it as lubrication. Close to orgasm. My balls drawn up tight against my body. My breathing ragged.
Finally I cum. Feeling the pleasure start to wash over me I pull my shirt up so I don’t leave any obvious stains on my clothes. I let the cum fall back onto my body. On my bare chest. On my thighs. Into my pubic hair. Occasionally onto the steering wheel.
Now high as fuck and charged from my orgasm I clean myself up and make my way to the trail. The sun finally begins to faintly light the way.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5nlnnb/mmast_prehike_ritual_xpost_from_rsexstories