The Day Hike [MF]

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I’d been feeling that I needed a break from life and an early morning hike sounded like the ideal activity for me right now. I love a good workout and the combination of being out in nature at the same time sounded so good. I just needed to get away on my own and chill for a while. Going on my favorite hike had me very excited…I was really looking forward to it. 

It was a cool, crisp November morning…so I thought I’d dress in layers of clothing. The layers would help make it easier to cool down once I got in a groove on my hike and the day warmed up with the sun. I just love the feeling of the warm sun on my body on a cool day. With that thought, I stretched my legs and arms out fully, releasing some of the tightness that happens overnight. Lying on my back, I bent my knees, grabbed them and pulled them into my chest for a quick stretch. I stretched out flat again and slid my right hand down inside my boxers for a quick squeeze and tug…now my morning routine was complete. 

I jumped out of bed and stood in front of my full length mirrored doors on my closet. I’d been working out for a couple of years and had made some nice improvements in my body. I sleep in boxers only…so I checked out my abs and upper torso. I’d made some muscle gains and thought I looked pretty good. Watching myself, I slowly lowered and slipped out of my boxers. The ceiling fan was running and the cool breeze felt great. One more quick glance at my naked self in the mirror and then I jumped in the shower for a quick rinse to wake up. The hot water all over my body felt fantastic. 

I toweled off and headed over to my closet to get dressed. One by one, I slipped my clothes on…cotton boxer briefs, shorts, t-shirt, long sleeve t-shirt and a light sweatshirt plus a baseball cap for shade. 

I grabbed my keys, wallet and bottled water and headed out the door. I didn’t eat breakfast as I had decided I would eat lunch when I got back from the hike. I got in my car and sped away from my house for the 40 minute drive to the trail head. 

It was a quick and uneventful trip to the trailhead. The hike was called “3 bridges” as you had to cross three bridges on this particular trail before reaching the summit. The trail went along on both sides of a creek that ran during the winter and early spring and occasionally would cross over it. It was a fairly strenuous hike and one that was a little off the beaten path…so not too many people did this hike. 

The westerly view from the summit was that of lush agricultural land full of fields of fruits and vegetables and the ocean just beyond. Watching the sunset from there was quite a sight. That was not the reason I was there today. Today was entirely about getting away from it all and clearing my mind for a while.

I stepped out of my silver Nissan SUV and the crisp morning air felt great….it was quite invigorating. I’m glad I wore the sweatshirt as it was definitely needed at this time. I laced up my shoes, put my blue Gap baseball cap on and slowly headed up the trail. 

The first part of the trail was steep and I was huffing and puffing pretty quickly. I enjoyed the challenge and kept moving forward. The serenity with raw nature all around was calming and soothing. I could hear birds chirping and the rustling of rodents and critters moving about in the dry grass and leaves. Squirrels and other rodents climbing trees and doing their thing…foraging and searching for food. 

I had crossed the first bridge a while ago and sensed that I was close to the second bridge. As the trail turned and bent, I could begin to see the structure of the second bridge through the trees. The wood was dark and weathered and it’s straight lines were quite the contrast from random patterns of nature.

We had some early rains this fall and the creek had some water running in it and I could hear the water. The sound of running water as it crashed and fell over and around the rocks of the creek bed was a treat. I could see the sparkling water through the trees and thought I’d take a quick break at the second bridge and enjoy the natural sights, smells and sounds I was surrounded by. That was one of my favorite things to do…sit and watch the running creek water. 

As I approached the bridge from the trail, I caught a glimpse of a spot of bright red on it. I wondered what it was. A few more turns and then I had a clear view of the bridge…and the red was from the clothing of someone who was soaking in and enjoying the morning sun. I continued on the path and as I got closer, I recognized the person on the bridge. It was Cyndi, my ex-girlfriend, who I had broken up with seven or eight months ago. 

Cyndi was an amazing girl and we had a lot of fun for the few months we were together. It was a nice relationship while it lasted and I can’t lie…I do miss her at times. I miss her big brown eyes, long silky hair and incredible curves. She was full of energy and zest for life. With Cyndi, you never knew what was in store for you the next time you saw her. 

I was surprised to see Cyndi standing on the bridge, facing east and peacefully enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. We had done this hike together a couple of times but I never thought she fully enjoyed or appreciated it. She was more of a “girly girl” and not the “back to nature“ type. Nonetheless, there she was and I was a bit apprehensive about approaching her. Our breakup wasn’t too bad, but we hadn’t really communicated since then, which made me nervous about it happening now. 

The water flowing in the stream was making enough noise that she didn’t hear me walking on the path and approaching the bridge. As I came close to the edge of the bridge, I saw her standing there with eyes closed and leaning forward, her hip and hands resting on the wooden handrail, almost as if she was meditating. Her light brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and her attire was black tennis shoes, black leggings, snug red t-shirt and a charcoal sweatshirt draped over her shoulders. 

I couldn’t tell if she was still on her way up or coming down on the trail. I took a few steps on the bridge and moved towards her from her left side. I’m watching her as I keep stepping forward and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice her firm ass and thick legs in her tights…they looked great. I keep moving along and she finally senses my presence and opens her eyes. 

She was a bit startled and turns her head towards me quickly. Once she realized it was me, she relaxes and says “Oh, hey.” I stepped closer to her and leaned my left side on the handrail and responded with a “Hey, sorry to bug you while you were relaxing and enjoying the sunshine. I was hoping to just slip by you quietly and continue on my hike.” 

“No worries”, she says. “I’m glad it was you and not some random person.”I smile and say “Well, to be honest, I was surprised to see you on this trail. I didn’t think this was your cup of tea.”She comes back with “It really isn’t. Haha. But things at work and with family have been stressful and I thought I’d come up here to be alone and unwind a little.” 

I tell her “What a coincidence. I came up here for pretty much the same reason.”We continued with some small talk for a while which I could sense helped us both relax and feel less uneasy. We shared with each other what was going on in our lives and the conversation was flowing well…but I was ready to move on with my hike. I tell her that I should leave so I could get my hike done early and get back home. She then tells me she got a really early start and was on her way down the hill already. 

I said “Well, you can go back to enjoying the sun again and I’ll get on with my hike. You looked so at ease when I walked up on you this morning.” She replies with “Okay. I was really trying to focus on my back and shoulders to relax them. The stress has made them so tight and tense that they hurt quite often.” Instinctively, before I even thought about it, I offered a quick massage to help her out and she, without any hesitation, said yes and that she’d really appreciate one. 

What did I just do? So here I am with an ex-girlfriend who I’m about to give a friendly back and shoulder massage. Thoughts race through my mind at such an incredible speed that I can’t even keep up. After she said yes, it was like I blanked out for a few seconds (or minutes)…who knows? 

I gain my composure and slowly step behind her. I maintain a comfortable space between us and I gently place my hands on her upper shoulders/neck area. I then begin to squeeze and massage her stiff upper back muscles. This was an all too familiar feeling as I had given Cyndi back rubs on many occasions during our brief relationship. I have a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing when she quickly agreed to the back rub. 

My thumbs were quite adept at finding the right spots for muscle tension release. Giving a massage was something I enjoyed doing and had a lot of practice at. Since I have always had more of a giving versus taking personality, the opportunity to give someone a pleasing massage was one I rarely turned down and today would be no different. 

I started gently, but firmly, digging my thumbs into the middle of her upper back on both sides of her spine. A slow strong rubbing movement down her back while moving my thumbs in small circles. As I was doing this, I felt the knots in those muscles causing some of the pain and pressed a little harder to help loosen them. I heard a gentle sigh from Cyndi’s lips as she felt some relief.

She adjusted herself slightly to get more comfortable and relaxed. She straightened out her slightly bent right leg so that both feet were now firmly planted on the bridge surface and she shifted her weight forward so she was resting completely against the wooden handrail. She spread her arms out a bit, turned her hands over and gripped the handrail for support. 

I continued running my hands up and down the middle of her back for a few minutes. Then I changed focus to her neck. I placed the middles of my fingers on each side of her neck, stiffened them and applied soft pressure with a slight circular motion. I moved up and down her neck gradually and with purpose. With each complete up and down movement along her neck, I shifted my fingers forward or backward a little to get all the muscles on the back of her neck. As she began to feel better, she slowly began to roll her neck around and stretch it on her own. 

The morning air was still brisk and the sun felt incredible. I was enjoying the rippling water, the green trees and brush, and the native noises all around me. And in front of me, our bodies separated by just a few inches, was this stunning girl that I was allowed to touch again in an almost intimate way. It felt surreal.

I watched her head as she rolled it around. I could feel her hair graze my arms and smell her hair when her head tilted back just enough. I felt the warmth of her body through my fingers as I continued to work on her neck. I noticed her breathing had slowed down and she was now taking deeper breaths. She was definitely unwinding. I felt good about helping her relax. 

Recognizing these signs of her feeling some relief now, I asked her, “Should I stop now?”. She faintly moaned out the words, “Please don’t stop.” 

Those three words…Please Don’t Stop…depending on the context, could possibly be the sexiest three word combination a woman can say to a man. The feelings that phrase typically invokes in a man are immense. Why did she have to say those words? I’ve now put myself in a peculiar position.

So now what? Do I disappoint her and tell her I have to go? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked the question and just stopped and said, “It was nice to see you and give you a quick massage, Cyndi. I have to go and finish my hike now. Have a great day.” It’s nice to think I could say that, but in reality, I’d have a very tough time saying it. 

The giving part of me says to keep going and I can’t fight it. So I do. I move my hands from her neck to the sides of her back, just under her under arms. I begin to massage her lats. Cyndi has some big, powerful lats and they require more strength to be rubbed properly. So I shift my feet back a little and lean forward so I can apply more force and not be pushed away. My fingers are caressing her lats and my thumbs are working around her shoulder blades. 

Up until now, I was solely focused on her and giving her the best massage I could, so I didn’t notice it. Is it insignificant? Does it really matter? Is it a big deal? I don’t have the answers…but I just now realized she was not wearing a bra! For some reason, that seems to be a game changer for men, in general. For me, it definitely is. 

With this new revelation, I found myself getting slightly aroused. I continued the firm massage of her lats and am genuinely working hard to provide Cyndi with some needed comfort. She is now thoroughly enjoying the massage and feeling pretty good. She would utter an occasional sigh of relief or a low pitched moan of pleasure. 

I was applying a lot of pressure and Cyndi would brace her arms on the hand rail and push against it as needed. Occasionally, as I adjusted my hand under her underarms, they would go a little too far forward and my fingers would caress the sides of her breasts. It’s not as if I hadn’t touched them before, but it felt as if I was doing something that was taboo considering our current relationship.
Doing something taboo raises our adrenaline and other hormones that make us feel happy and excited…things I was definitely experiencing.

I think Cyndi’s arms got tired and she decided to raise her arms and stretch them. When she set her hands back on the handrail to support herself, she placed them closer together and shifted her hips back instead of towards the handrail. As she did that, I was close enough that her ass pushed right back into me. It happened quickly and unexpectedly. Once I realized what had just happened, I thought to myself that there was no way she couldn’t have felt me. It took her a second or two to process and then she turned her head around, smiled and said “That feels really good.”…and she didn’t move her body away. 

We were on a public hiking trail and anyone could show up at any second. There was a high degree of risk of getting caught doing something we weren’t supposed to do in public. Risk is another thing that raises our adrenaline. It can become addicting…like adrenaline junkies we hear about from time to time. Adrenaline causes our senses to heighten to where each sensation is magnified to some degree. 

Now, instead of Cyndi pushing her upper back against me for a massage, she was tenderly grinding against me. I didn’t know if she was seeing other guys since our breakup, but I hadn’t been with a woman since breaking up. I could barely stand the sensations she was creating in my groin. It had been a long time and it felt wonderful. 

I did my best to continue the back rub moving my hands around from time to time. It was clearly evident that Cyndi was enjoying these last few minutes with me by her body movements. At one point she asked me, “Are you gonna fix it?”. “Fix what?” I said. And right after that, she reached back with her right hand and slid it down my shorts and whispers, “This.” Then she grabs it and “aligns” it so she could better enjoy it. 

It pretty much took everything I had to control myself when she did that. The warmth of her hand, the light touch, and her slight stroking motion as she made the adjustment just about sent me over the edge. Cyndi was very experienced and at this moment she wanted to take control of the situation. She reached back behind me with both her arms and placed her hands on my ass. She pulled me forward tight against her and again said, “Please don’t stop.” 

At this point, I wasn’t even doing anything. Just standing there. Cyndi had now reached the point where she wanted me as an object for her to use as she pleased…and she could be quite convincing when she wanted something. It felt so very right…and felt so wrong at the same time. I was perplexed and uncertain on what the next few minutes held in store for me. 

With my hands resting on her shoulders, I took a deep breath in and exhaled forcefully. “What is it?”, she asked. “Oh, just relaxing and taking it all in.”, I said. She then moves her hands off my ass and smoothly grasped my hands and moves them to her small, perky breasts. Cyndi had always been one to push the limits, but this was too much for me. Now I’m frantically looking around and listening carefully to see if anyone was close to us on the hiking path. 

I intuitively begin to massage and caress her tits and push my hips against her ass a little all the while staying alert for any on-comers. There was no denying we were both enjoying each other’s bodies. If we were in the privacy of one of our bedrooms, the situation could have escalated quickly. But being here out in the open required discretion and hesitance. I’m sure that she, like me, didn’t want to get in any trouble with the law. 

There are times when being in the moment can override sound judgement and this encounter looked like it was headed that way. There was some restrained and “discreet as can be” grinding, grabbing, pinching, squeezing, groaning, and heavy breathing going on. What we were doing to each other for the past few minutes was very gratifying. It’s truly amazing how well our body parts fit together and the sensations they create. 

My hands had wandered over the last few minutes while exploring Cyndi’s sexy curves. My left hand was now inside Cyndi’s red t-shirt fondling her firm breasts and small, but hardened nipples. My right hand was at her waist with my fingertips slid just under her waistband and moving along her taut belly from side to side. The urge to plunge my right hand further down her pants was strong, but I knew better. That was a slippery slope I didn’t want to go down at this moment. Well, I really did, because it would have been amazing, but I was determined not to take it that far. Cyndi had other plans, though. 

This Saturday was not going as I had planned. What was supposed to be a relaxing day of hiking turned into an unexpected, but invigorating rendezvous with an ex-girlfriend. I wasn’t about to complain as the pleasure and sensations were just incredible. What we were both savoring was relaxing and tense at the same time. 

Cyndi tried to push away from the handrail so she could turn around and face me. I resisted her action and didn’t let her do it. She wanted more than what she was getting facing away from me. She groaned a little and softly said, “I want to kiss you.” “No, that’s not a good idea.”, I said. I continued, “Listen, we’ve had some good fun and enjoyed ourselves. We should leave it at that.” “But we can have a lot more fun because there’s still a lot more I want to do with you.”, she responds. “Let’s move to the car and allow me to make it up to you for all the lost time these past few months.”, she persists and then attempted to turn around again. 

This time, I relented. As she turned around, she kicked me on my left shin and I mumbled, “Shit!” She hit a tender spot on my shin that I injured playing softball a few weeks ago. She asked, “What’s wrong?” I told her about the mishap and we had a little giggle about it. These types of meetings aren’t as smooth and without hiccups as typically depicted in the movies and “shit happens” in real life. She said she was sorry and proceeded to wrap her arms around me.

There she was, face to face with me, our bodies in full contact with each other. Her cheeks were flush and eyes were bright and shiny. She was a natural beauty…no makeup required. My hands were resting on the handrail behind her. I teasingly pulled on the handrail and squeezed her. She looked me in the eyes and sweetly said, “Shall we go now?”. 

As much as I wanted to say yes, I ended up turning her down. I told her that as much fun as it would be, I couldn’t do that as a one time deal. She wasn’t too happy and pleaded with me to change my mind. I stood firm and we stayed there and just chatted for a while while we “cooled off” from the excitement of a few minutes ago. Was it easy? No. Was it the right thing? It felt like it was. Soon we let go of one another and collected our belongings that we had shed away as we were satisfying our raw desires a little while ago. We hugged, stepped back, looked at one another and said goodbye and went on our separate ways.

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