That, is one big fucking mountain. She thought to herself. Before Claire, a big climbing enthusiast, rose the greatest mound of earth, stone and ice in the world. Over eight thousand metres tall. It was snow capped and appeared as a jagged tooth cut into the pristine blue skyline. This was it, the last stop before they started the climb for the summit. The wind was already harsh and cold, it bit at the exposed skin of her face but she was ready. Her breath crystallised before her. The sun lay low in the sky signalling the last chance of a bed and a decent meal. The walk to base camp was long and they would need all their energy for tomorrow.
Turning, she saw her partner Alex, raven haired man with a shadow of stubble over his jaw. He wore sunglasses to ward off the glare of the sun. As well as when there was no glare at all. They had been dating for a short while, about six months and shared a common joy of climbing. “Okay, that’s pretty big.” He had the mildly irritating effect however of never quite sounding enthusiastic about anything. He stepped towards Claire and left a short sweet kiss on her lips before heading of to the shack that they were about to sleep in. The crunch of approaching gravel made Claire swivel to see Dan, the last member of the party. She smiled at the her oldest friend, his brown hair still a mess on his head. He’d made life living in a country hamlet bearable for her. Though they eventually moved apart, going to different universities, it turned out Dan was an avid climber too; eager to come along. “Come on slow coach, we haven’t got all day!” she shouted. He puffed we the effort, head down but determined. “Alright, Alright calm down Eclaire…” it hadn’t taken long for old habits to settle in. Finally he reached her position, looking up he saw it. “That is one big son of a bitch.” He soaked in the view awed by the sheer scale. A few moments were spent simply gazing at the majesty before them. Dan broke silence. “So! I am famished, what’s for dinner?”
“Hm… Let me just consult the menu of this fine establishment” she opened the imaginary booklet and ran her finger down the list. “Looks like either boiled pasta, pasta boiled in water or blanched pasta. Plus whatever we find to compliment it!” Dan smiled at her. Had she paid very close attention at that moment she might have seen his pupils widen, not as a result of the growing darkness, and his hand scratch the back of his head as he briefly stared at the ground. His grin returned to him and looking at her he replied. “Think I’ll have the blanched pasta, sounds more interesting than the rest.”
Claire let her mind wonder as she lay in bed, sated as best she could by their evening meal; they had found tins of beans and left some cash on the shelf for their payment. The mountain. Goodness she itched to be climbing, scaling it’s rocky paths. She dreamed of that summit, to smash all expectations and beat it. Her training would pay off, her body was ready, her gear top quality and her determination greater than the Mountain itself. She would be queen of the world. She was so excited however that sleep seemed a unlikely possibility.
Besides, she could feel her orgasm building. She whispered in the twilight, “Oh Alex…”, his hips were gyrating under the sleeping bag, face buried in the pillow by her head. His arms gripped the edges of the small single mattress. He had been horny after the trek to base camp and so, feeling energised herself and in the mood she acquiesced. Despite being only a little bit distracted by the prospects of the coming morning… Claire moaned as softly as she dared. She felt his thrusting turn erratic and he moaned low and hard. No, no, no, not yet! Her cheeks were flushed and her arousal palpable but he grunted and came, slowing his movements until he rolled over, sliding his flaccid length from her cherry red, quivering, sex. Silently he extracted himself from the bed taking off the latex condom and half jogged to go clean himself up.
Claire lay there gripping the sleeping bag, she wasn’t willing to confront him when he returned. This happened often with Alex plus his oral skills left much to be desired… with her hand she felt her sensitive lower lips. She dipped two fingers softly into her woman hood wetting her fingers before pulling them out and massaging the hood of her pearl. Her mind swam and lost focus as she closed her eyes. Alex returned, kissed Claire’s forehead, thinking her asleep, before climbing the ladder to the bunk above, promptly falling into slumber.
She lost herself in the feeling and imagined a warm wet tongue lapping at her as though she were the most delicious and creamy, unctuous desert. Lips would come and kiss her calves, fingers slowly squeezed her behind. The hands would move up her body, caressing her stomach, lightly graze the underside of her breast with their nails and stroke her hair tenderly. The lips would open to lick her inner thigh and their teeth delicately bite on that sensitive skin. Between her thighs she pictured dark hair turning to different shades. Muscled, experienced arms and agile fingers knew exactly how the trigger her body. And that tongue… Its touch was divine. The face it belonged to was vague but handsome, she took to picturing her personal fantasies there, eating her out, caring for her exquisitely. It transformed to a familiar face, of a mess of shortish brown hair and hazel eyes, she recognised the features of her longtime friend. She had in fact thought about him in this way before… She often wondered if he ever knew about her teenage crush on him, their relationship had been purely platonic and she respected that, the only indication of his interest at that pool party years ago, she’d seen the predicament through his shorts, for her… She felt mildly guilty for these thoughts but this was overwritten when Daniel quickened his pace with his tongue and gazed at her. Devilishly. He moved his index to her entrance feeling her wet heat, circling the warm flesh eliciting moans from the dual sensation. Slowly he slid the digit inside her curling up with a come hither motion caressing that sensitive spot. She gave a startled yelp and involuntarily moved her hips in ecstacy, writhing. “Dan…” she mumbled, “Dan…” pleading him to keep going, to keep lathering his tongue and lips against hers and her pearl and to keep his dexterous fingers dancing. He added a second digit which disappeared alongside the other into her wetness without resistance. Her thighs tensed and hips bucked as he stretched her. She felt at his mercy, enamoured by his care and attention for her. Had he woken up and asked Mind if I eat you out and then fuck you silly Eclair? She didn’t think she would bat an eyelid. She pictured him, standing there grinning at her mischievously in his usual manner, she loved the single dimple in his left cheek. Half naked, chiseled abs, strong shoulders, thick thighs. His length yet still hidden, bulging in his swim shorts. She attempted to chastise herself but still he worked, bringing her to the edge so that she emitted a silent moan before bringing her back down to breath. All the while never breaking contact with his sweet swirling tongue, never faltering and fumbling with his fingers. His free arm wrapped around her thigh and the hand played on her mound, pressing the flesh of her stomach. His tongue became a whirlwind of pleasure, rapidly stimulating her. Where he once savoured her sweet folds he was now possessed by a ravenous hunger, his fingers became a blur as he fucked her wildly. He reached up and dug his fingers into her breast, squeezing and grabbing ahold of them. Claire couldn’t hold out much longer to the onslaught. She struggled against herself; the pleasure was so overwhelming yet she never wanted it to end. His movements were furious now. His lips numb from rubbing against her incessantly. His fingers slick. Her arousal ran down his hand and her butt cheeks in streaks, dripping. She strained hard. Her entire body drawn tight like a bow. He had to wrestle her hips as she pushed with all of her might against his tongue. She held her breath. Her body wreathed. Her face in tortured bliss. Fuck. Fuck. She went rigid. Fuuuuuuck! The orgasm rocked through her. She held his head between her thighs in an iron grip. Try as she might to contain her voice amid the all consuming tidal waves coursing through her she couldn’t help but emit small whimpers and gasps Fuuuuuuck… Breathing hard her heart thumped fast within her chest. Back arched she ground her shoulders and butt into the mattress, a fine sheen of sweat covered her skin, her face was side on in her pillow, eyes shut tight. Still the storm shook her. Slowly, ever so slowly, it ebbed away. The swells rose and fell becoming less potent, leaving her with a feeling of joyous satisfaction. Her chest heaved. Her womanhood quivered. Bliss.
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