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Archive name: hiking.txt (F, M, solo, voy, mast, public)
Authors name: Anne (anm@nym.alias.net)
Story title : Hiking
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Hiking (F-solo, M-solo, voy, mast, outdoors)
by Anne (anm@nym.alias.net)
***
A man hiking through the woods comes across a woman who
doesn't seem him. But he gets an eye full while he
watches her pleasure herself.
***
Ever since his divorce John spends too much time
working. It's a good way to distract himself from his
loneliness. Although his ex-wife might not have been the
best partner for him, in a way he does miss her. At
least... he misses having sex with her.
Today, though, he wasn't going to think about that.
Instead he's planning to take the afternoon off and go
for a hike. He hasn't been on the trail since early
summer and that's much too long. Here it is already mid
September and he's missed the prime season. John isn't
too worried. It's a fine, sunny day and one to enjoy
rather than analyze.
John decided to hike on an obscure trail today. He wants
to experience a little solitude and stay away from the
people. Some trails are like highways these days. You
meet a new group on them every few minutes. Yet a friend
had suggested a trail that was off the beaten path. It
would be something a little nicer, a little more
adventurous. It would be just what John needs today.
John arrives at the trail head only to discover another
car there. How disappointing. Yet one car is okay. At
least it's not a dozen! John gets his things together
and heads out. He travels light since this is only an
afternoon trip. He carries a bit of water, a snack, and
a map "just in case." There is no need for bug repellant
since it's past the season for bugs. That's a nice
thing.
Although the weather is cool, the sun is warm and before
long he starts to sweat. He stops for a moment to strip
off his shirt and put it in his pack. At 40 he is still
in good shape. The regular workouts at the gym keep his
body lean and well toned. His short beard makes him look
intellectual but his strong arms and chest give him a
raw masculine appearance that could draw the eye of many
women and the envy of even his much younger men.
The trail is overgrown in places and he has trouble
following it from time to time. It is not always well
marked. Yet the hike is nice. The forest is filled with
leaves starting to change color and all is quiet and
peaceful. Despite the car at the trailhead he encounters
no other people and soon is lost in his own private
reflections.
When John reaches the top of the mountain there is no
view. The summit is covered with trees. That was
expected. It's why this trail is not so popular. He sits
on a log and has something to eat and drink while he
brushes the bits of mud off his bare calves. He can see
glimpses of a view through the trees.
After resting he starts back down the trail. In only a
couple of hundred feet he notices a side trail heading
off into the weeds. It isn't obvious. He had missed it
on the way up. He feels curious about it, though, and
decides to follow it and see where it might lead.
The side trail is very lightly worn but it isn't hard to
follow once he realizes it is there. It leads through a
grove of spruce trees and around the side of the
mountain. Since he is still quite close to the summit it
doesn't take long before he is nearly on the other side
of the mountain from where he started.
Then, suddenly, the trail breaks out onto a wide rocky
overlook. There are still trees growing up between the
rocks here and there but the large, flat boulders make
it difficult for them and there is a lot of open space
as well.
The view from the overlook is wonderful. John had no
idea there was such a place on that mountain. He
scrambles over a couple of rocks to try and find the
best spot. There are still enough trees here and there
to make getting a really great view difficult. Then,
just as he scrambles on top of what looks like the
largest rock around, he sees her. Laying out on the
rocks below is an attractive young woman... completely
naked.
She did not see him. However he stoops down nonetheless.
It is an instinctive reaction. He doesn't want to
embarrass her or invade her privacy. Yet he also wanted
to get a better look! After a moment or two, once he was
completely convinced that she hadn't seen him, he
quietly climbs down the back of the rock and makes his
way around the side looking for a good vantage point. He
eventually finds a spot on a small knoll where he can
see her well and yet hide behind a brushy growth at the
same time.
He is above her, a bit behind her, and off to her right.
He is only about 50 feet away from her... close enough
to see her fairly well but not so close as to be easily
spotted. He isn't sure what would happen if she got up
to leave but he figures she would at least get dressed
first and that would give him time to make his escape
unnoticed.
She is a beauty. He guesses her to be in her early 20s.
She has dark, shoulder length hair and a good tan. Her
breasts are medium sized and they have a nice, full
shape even as she lays on her back. Her legs are long
and at the top of them her pussy hair forms an obvious
black patch. It looks very lush and thick even from
where he is sitting. She is laying on a blanket and her
clothes, along with what looks like a day-pack, are in a
pile next to her. She has removed even her boots and
socks.
John watches her for several minutes as she soaks up the
sun's rays. Then she reaches over to her stuff and gets
a bottle of sunscreen and starts spreading it over her
body. She sits up to do her legs and her face and her
arms, taking time to really rub the lotion into her
skin. She is facing away from him, more or less, so
there is no danger of her seeing him. He just enjoys the
show with his heavy cock thickening and hardening in his
pants.
When she is done putting sunscreen on her arms and legs
she lays back down again and starts to do her torso. He
can see her hands working on her belly and abdomen...
sliding down between her legs... and then over her hips
and sides.
She rolls over a bit and even rubs some sunscreen on her
ass... first one buttock and then the other. Finally she
applies the sunscreen to her well tanned breasts,
working it in with sensuous, kneading strokes as if she
is milking herself. Soon she is tugging on her nipples,
rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, and
pulling on her tits erotically. She is no longer just
rubbing the sunscreen into her skin; she is turning
herself on.
Without thinking John starts to rub his growing erection
through his shorts. Seeing this naked, attractive woman
touch herself in such an obviously sexual way arouses
him. How long has it been since he was last with a
woman? Too long. Despite frequent self-pleasuring of his
own, his body responds rapidly to the vision before him.
His cock presses now uncomfortably against the
restricting fabric of his clothes.
She goes slowly, obviously enjoying her touch. Yet
eventually she takes things to a new level and, much to
John's delight, slides a hand between her legs and
starts stroking her pussy. She thrusts her hips upwards
anxiously to greet the new sensation and she spreads her
legs widely in response.
She keeps one hand on her breasts, tweaking her nipples
occasionally, but it is clear that her focus has
changed. The hand between her legs is now the primary
source of her pleasure. Her pace is neither fast nor
slow. She is relaxed and unhurried and yet also excited
and anxious to enjoy more.
Seeing the woman masturbate is more than John can stand.
He unbuckles his belt and unzips his shorts to let his
cock spring free. In only a few seconds it fills out to
a full erection, jutting out gloriously from his crotch
with a slight upward arc. His balls, now exposed to the
air, are heavy with sperm and heave with anticipation of
what is to come.
He wraps his hand around his shaft and starts to stroke
gently. His eyes never leave the woman pleasuring
herself on the rocks in front of him. Catching this
stranger in such a vulnerable and erotic moment is
terribly exciting.
As she masturbates she draws her knees up and lays them
out flat against the blanket to either side. The soles
of her feet are pressed together now in what looks like
some kind of erotic meditation. She moves her hand in a
circular pattern over her wide open pussy. She doesn't
hide anything. She masturbates right out in the open,
totally exposed, at the top of a mountain where the
whole world can see.
After a few minutes she lifts one leg up and stretches
it out to the side. Then, after a minute or so, she does
the same with the other leg, pointing her toes in the
process. Her hand bounces steadily between her legs with
her feet flung high and wide. She is so open. She
imagines giving herself to an unseen lover. She
fantasizes that a spirit of the forest has mounted her
and she thrills to the feeling of his imaginary cock
sliding between the lips of her willing pussy. She is
blissfully unaware that a real man is just a few feet
away watching.
John strokes himself steadily now; the pre-cum drips
from his cock. He is excited by how wanton the woman is.
She must be wonderful in bed, he thinks to himself. She
is so free and so uninhibited. More than anything he
wants to go to her and fuck her. It would just be a
chance meeting in the woods. Two sexual beings, aroused
and ready, coupling for the sheer pleasure of it.
He wouldn't need to know her name or where she lives or
anything about her. He just wants to fill her pussy with
cum. What's wrong with that? Yet he restrains himself.
He doesn't want to risk ruining the moment for the sake
of some fantasy.
After a few minutes the woman lowers her legs and puts
both feet flat on the blanket with her knees up and
apart. Her hand continues to work steadily between her
thighs and she thrusts her hips in an erotic
counterpoint. As her fingers slid over her clit again
and again, she thinks about being fucked. She doesn't
care who does it as long as he has a hard, thick cock
and cum filled balls. Is that bad? It doesn't feel bad.
She gasps now with the pleasure of her touch. Her mouth
is open as she pants. Her sounds drift over the rocks to
her secret admirer.
John is close to the boiling point. The woman is moaning
softly now and it is almost more than he can stand. He
cock is totally rigid. The head of it is wet and
slippery with pre-cum and he is panting himself
excitedly. He slows down a bit so that he will last. He
wants to wait until the woman cums before he will allow
his own release. That's the way he always does it. John
is always a considerate lover.
The woman goes a little faster now. She feels herself
getting close. The sweet sensations are building and she
knows that soon she will be rewarded for her efforts.
She doesn't know John is there watching her and waiting
for her, almost as anxious for her to reach her release
as she is.
She slides her finger over her clit again and again,
rapidly now. She's so wet... so excited. She's not
thinking about being fucked any more. She's focused
completely on the rising tide of sensation that is
building between her legs. She stretches her legs out
and hooks her ankles one over the other, pressing her
thighs together. With one finger she rubs her exposed
clit rapidly yet gently, her heart pounding with
arousal. It's too good!
With a guttural groan of exquisite pleasure her body
explodes into orgasm. Her hips thrust upward and her
head comes forward as waves of ecstasy flow from her
pussy and radiate over her body. Vaguely she's aware
that she's moaning as the pleasure washes over her. She
doesn't care. It feels too good to care about anything
but the ecstasy.
John is transfixed as he watches the woman cumming on
the rocks. What a beautiful orgasm it is. He loves the
way her breasts sway as her body shakes with pleasure.
As the woman starts to settle down, John strokes his
sensitive cock rapidly. There is no stopping now. In
seconds his balls tighten and he explodes into an orgasm
of his own.
He lets out a stifled groan as the first jet of cum
sprays from this cock. Again... again... again... his
cock pumps out the thick, white fluid. His eyes are
closed and he gasps with pleasure as his body unloads
his cum into the empty air. The last few squirts run
down his shaft and over his hand before, finally, his
orgasm is finished.
John pauses to catch his breath. There is cum on his
hand, cock, and balls as well as on his shorts. A large
puddle of cum is on the rocks in front of him. He looks
up to see the woman laying back on her blanket, arms
outstretched, resting.
"Thank you," he says softly to her.
Of course she does not hear it. He wipes up his cum with
a leaf and quickly buckles up his pants again. Then, as
quickly and quietly as he can, he slips away... leaving
the woman to enjoy the warm sun and the cool air, never
knowing that her self pleasuring had been watched and
appreciated by another.
The End
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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