It started innocently. Walks as part of small weekly hiking group. Then the others left and it was just you and me. As we walked together alone each week we started to open up more, and the conversation increasingly slipped towards sex. I think the tension had always been there. The subtle feeling feeling that we wanted to go home together. Just now it wasn’t so subtle.
We discussed sexual kinks, dominance and submission. I told you how I loved the feeling of having hands pinned to the bed and the moans a girl makes as I lick her. You told me how much you wanted that too.
Somehow our discussions of sex turned to playfulness. One week you dared me to not wear underwear on the next hike and I dared you to wear kegal balls and no bra.
That week we didn’t make it to the end of the hike. Not even close. Less than 5 minutes in my hand brushed against yours. You took my hand and held it. I turned to you and you kissed me. I kissed you back, knowing I’d wanted this for weeks.