I hiked up the trail, birds and bugs singing along from their arboreal hiding spots all around me. Usually, I found myself alone on these weekly excursions, but today was different, even if I didn’t yet know just how unique it’d be. I had been setting a pretty steady pace when up ahead, I realized there was another hiker on the trail. I was walking quite a bit faster than them, but once I got closer, I slowed my pace and contented myself with walking a few dozen feet behind her and simply enjoying the view.
Her burgundy halter top exposed her sleek, sculpted back and shapely shoulder blades, as well as the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had a large tattoo on her back, a dark blue circle of the night sky, marked with golden stars and silver lines to show the constellations. Her limbs were lithe and muscled. Her black shorts were little more than a belt, the bottoms of her firm, round ass cheeks visible beneath the frayed hems. I couldn’t help but stare at those perfect cheeks, watching each change shape with every step as they smoothly blended with her toned thigh before returning to a plump, eminently spankable mound.