It was my first time. I’d heard, and would soon experience for myself, that it’s a new level of exhilaration that I could never reach indoors. Apparently, it comes naturally to some people. I was not one of these people. I knew that going in, but I was and always will be a stubborn girl.
I hadn’t been climbing for long, when Jacque offered to take me outside. Obviously, I took him up on his offer. Bouldering alone can be dangerous, especially for someone as inexperienced as I was. Punctual as always, I arrived ten minutes before we agreed to meet, so I took some time to make sure I had everything I would need. It didn’t take long to go over the few supplies that I brought and soon I was bored.
My phone flashed a notification at me and I opened it. It was from Mark. I’d matched with him on Tinder last night and our conversation had quickly become sexual. I couldn’t help it. It had been a while since my last relationship, but long enough for me to really start missing the sex.
“How’d u sleep?” he wrote.
I was surprised. He didn’t give me the impression that I would ever hear from him again.
“Not bad, u?” I replied.
“Pretty good.”
I sighed and looked out the window to the car beside me in the parking lot. It was empty. I checked my phone to see if Jacque had texted me anything. He hadn’t, but Mark wasn’t done.
“Woke up hard,” he sent with a wink face. I rolled my eyes. There it was. I knew too well at this point than to expect more. I wasn’t going to respond, but I got another text. This one was from Jacque.
“Running behind, hon. Be there in 15.”
Serves me right for being on time for everything. No one else ever was. I messaged Mark back.
“…Show me?”
Almost immediately, I received a picture of his cock bulging in his sweatpants. I felt myself get warm
“Like it?” he asked. I sent him the fire emoji. Low effort, I know. I took another look around the parking lot and saw that I was still very alone. I unzipped my climbing pants and slipped my hand in. He sent another. This one gave me a full view of his hard dick in his firm grip.
“I want to see you cum,” I sent him, with a pic of my hand in my pants so he could see what I was doing.
“Damn,” he replied. “You’re so hot.”
I waited for the video and sure enough, he delivered. I played it over and over and rubbed myself harder and faster reaching a climax. I felt myself tense up and it pushed my hips off the seat as I pulsed. I set my phone down in the cupholder and licked my fingers clean, tasting myself.
Not seconds later, there was a tap on my window. It was Jacque, cupping his hands around his eyes on the window to make an excited face at me. Startled, I reached quickly for my phone. The video was still open! I looked back at him and saw his expression was reflecting my own shock. I looked away and quickly gathered my things. *Fuck fuck fuck,* I was saying in my head.
I silently blessed his soul, for not bringing it up, but the hike into the boulders was tensely quiet at first. I mindlessly copied his footsteps as we descended into the glen. I didn’t know Jacque that well, but I’d seen him lots of times at the gym. He was always helping people with climbs, breaking beta if they asked him to, and generally encouraging the younger climbers. Myself being a regular as well, he’d had plenty of opportunity to teach me and had seen a lot of my progress. If I completed a hard climb, I always made a point of letting him know.
“It’s a nice morning,” I said to break the ice and it worked. We chatted pleasantly for the rest of the walk. He told me about last weekend, when his two kids came to visit him. He’d taken them to the park where they were very happy to meet a big fluffy dog. His wife left him a year ago, leaving their two toddlers in limbo between the two. He was pretty open about it and clearly loved his kids very much. It just wasn’t meant to be. At least, that’s what he said.
At the bottom of the glen, we settled in an area with several shorter boulders. They would be less scary, he said, but I insisted that I could climb high ones too. He chuckled.
“Maybe later,” he said. “But let’s start off here and learn the basics of outdoor climbing.”
He set up the mat at the bottom of the rock and pointed out the starting holds.
“So, um don’t get your shoes muddy and… try to hit the mat if you fall,” he laughed. “Other than that, it’s just getting used to the feel of the rocks.”
Leaning back off the first two olds, and pressed my feet into the tiny divots below me. Immediately, I appreciated the difference that was expressed by any climber who’s tried both styles. I reached for the second hold and got it, but my foot slipped off. I readjusted it and kept going. Pretty soon, I was high enough to be very aware of how small the mat was below me. Jacque must have sensed my discomfort.
“You’ve got this,” he called. “But if you fall, I’ll catch you.”
My arms were shaking a little. I wasn’t tired yet, but the height was getting into my head. I made a desperate grab for the hold above me and my foot gave way again and I was falling. I wasn’t actually that far off the ground and landed safely on the mat, Jacque’s hand on my back keeping me from rolling off.
“That was awesome,” he encouraged me. I shrugged.
“I barely started it,” I said.
“You’re not trusting your feet. Put more weight on them and they’ll have more grip.”
I was dubious, but I gave it another try. I made it to the same reach, but slipped when I put more weight on my foot. He looked thoughtfully at the wall.
“Do you mind if I give it a try?”
I gestured for him to go ahead. I stood uselessly at the bottom, hands out to catch him, but there was not a doubt in my mind that he would complete the climb. At the spot I was falling, he paused and looked down at me.
“So, I think what you’re doing is leaning to the side like this,” he said and leaned far to the right. “But you’ll have more traction if you lean back like this.”
He leaned away from the wall and effortlessly made the reach I was struggling for. His muscles flexed in his back and he clung to the wall. I was struck by the strength and grace it takes to climb and I enjoyed watching him reach the top.
I waited for him to climb back down the back of the rock and emerge around the side. I couldn’t get the image of his body out of my mind. I shook my head and bit my lip. I’d seen him climb lots of other times at the gym. What was different today?
“Ready to send it?” he asked as he jogged around the corner. I nodded and set myself up again determined to get it this time. I leaned back and my foot stuck to the hold and I stuck the next grab with my right hand. I was pretty spread out on the wall now and I suddenly became very conscious of how I must look from his perspective below. Resolved to finish the climb, I gripped the wall with all my strength. I groaned with exertion, but I stuck the last hold and climbed onto the top of the rock! I looked back over the edge of the rock and squealed in excitement.
“I did it!” I yelled down. His expression was a hard one to read, but there was definitely some pride in there and I claimed it for myself. I scrambled down the rocks faster than I should have and ran back to him. He opened his arms for a hug and I didn’t hesitate. I threw myself at him and he caught me. I pulled back from the hug, but he resisted a little and looked down at me. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and his eyes focused on my own. My heart fluttered a little. I leaned back into him. I looked up at him and his soft lips met mine gently. I fluttered my eyes open for a second, surprised, and pulled away again. He pressed forward, insisting to keep the connection and I let him. The kiss shifted from innocent and flirtatious to hard and passionate. When I paused for a breath, he whispered into my neck.
“I want to take you here, in the woods.”
My heart jumped in my chest. We hadn’t seen other climbers out, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any.
“Will you let me?”
“Yes,” I gasped back.
“Good girl,” he growled and lifted me up so my legs naturally wrapped around him. He threw me down on the mat and stood over me. He unzipped his shorts and I got up on my knees. I started slow, licking his shaft and gently massaging his balls. When I took him in my mouth, he held the back of my head and pushed himself in over and over. My own spit was dripping down my chin as I gagged, but I couldn’t do anything about it. He grunted as he got closer, but stopped me before he came.
“Turn around,” he told me and I obeyed him.
He jerked my pants and my underwear off my ass and knelt behind me on one knee. I felt him enter me and I arched my back instinctively. He held onto me, one hand in my hair and one hand on my waist, as our bodies collided violently. He controlled my body completely and I craved more. His pace quickened, then slowed to hard steady thrusts, and then quickened again. I let out a moan.
“Louder,” he said. “Moan like you did on the rock.”
I thought of the moment in my climb when I pushed hard to reach the last hold. I thought of the reaction it must have drawn from him and it strengthened my own arousal. I let out the loud groan he was asking for.
“Good,” he told me. “Good girl.”
He pulled out and flipped me onto my back. I opened my mouth and his cum spilled in and near my mouth. I licked it up, hungry for more, but he was done, at least for today.
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