Another Dulcinea contest entry by Spoonbender. Written for Bronwen to try and encourage her to start contributing to this group again (miss ya girl). This story contains sexual stuff so if you aren't old enough then don't read it. It is copyright and all that by me Spoonbender ©2001 All rights reserved, except it can be reposted on any website or newsgroup where a fee doesn't have to be paid to view it.

I thought I'd try this genre again - But found I'm still not comfortable with it. Email me at Spoonbender@hotmail.com if you wanna bitch or you liked it. By the way, I wrote and posted this a few minutes before the deeadline so excuse the grammar etc.

"Hey, not so fast, my legs aren't as long as yours you know."

He turned and, shading his eyes, he smiled down the trail at her, "so that's it for Woman's lib then?"

"Pardon?"

"Are you finally admitting that you can't do everything men can do?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, as she leaned her backpack against a branch that stuck out at a convenient angle. He paced down to where she was standing and leaned in close. "Ok let's rest a little while. Now it might have been easier if you hadn't packed your evening dress for a night on the mountain."

"If I could reach down I'd pick something up to throw at you, but I don't think I'd get up again."

"Here let me lift your pack off so you can rest."

"Don't do that as I might not want to put it on again."

He leaned down and wrapped his arms behind her thighs and lifted her up so the edge of the backpack slipped over the other side of the branch taking the weight off her back but leaving her resting on the balls of her feet. Gently he used his forefinger to push the rat-tails of her sweaty hair away from her face. She looked so gorgeous he couldn't resist kissing her on her forehead.

She closed her eyes so he softly kissed both eyelids then tapped a peck on the tip of her nose. Her lips were parted as she panted in exhaustion, so he took the opportunity to touch the tip of her tongue with his. Her dulcet moan encouraged him and he locked his lips over hers.

Their tongues fenced for a while and her moans became more sonorous. Thus emboldened his hands cupped her breasts through the sweat-moulded singlet, his hands composing a symphony of sensual pleasure as they caressed her gently.

Her hands pushed up his tee shirt and she ran her fingers lightly through his wiry hairs finally resting her thumbs on the apex of his nipples. They then began a slow rotation feeling his nipples firming under her tender ministrations. Much like hers were doing under his.

He could feel her nipples start to firm and take shape and so he snaked a hand across her belly and fiddled with the button holding her shorts together, the zip parted almost magically and they needed little urging to fall down her shapely thighs landing in a puddle on top of her stout hiking boots.

He could feel she was soaking in the junction of her thighs as his finger sought out her button and started to rub it through her almost transparent panties. He pulled his mouth away from hers and pulled the straps of her singlet down her upper arms leaving enough slack to be able to pull it down exposing her exquisite breasts.

He captured a nipple with his mouth and swirled it voluptuously around with his tongue. Her moans were now augmented by small groans as the blissful feelings swept through her.

His hand ceased teasing her clitoris for a second as he pushed her panties down baring her. She responded by kicking off her shorts and opening her legs as wide as the tightly stretched panties would allow.

Having been given carte blanche he placed his hand between her thighs and continued his relentless, purposeful stimulation of her pleasure centre. While his forefinger was thus engaged his middle finger traced lissajous patterns across the entrance to her pit causing her back to arch and her fingernails to dig into his chest.

Her moans and panting filled their little world as he his ministrations became more urgent and she started to scissor her legs to try and discard the inhibiting panties. Seeing what she was trying to do he obliged her by dipping down and pushing them clear. She lifted a foot and he left them dangling forgotten around her ankle.

He leaned in and his mouth sought out the pungently delicious flavour of her sex. The first exquisite contact of his tongue on her pouting flesh caused her to fling open her legs and press her hands on the back of his head.

He scooped up her thighs and flung them over his shoulders as he indulged himself in the succulence of her essence. His tongue plunged deeply, dipping and twisting as she performed gymnastic contortions and her feet smacked lightly on his back.

He pushed his face as deeply as he could into her welcoming warmth as his ministrations became more focussed. She thrashed, she mewled and finally she orgasmed.

Her thighs clamped tightly around his head, trapping him in a warm wet prison and her hands, fingers spread in ecstasy, pulled him into her while her cries of passion echoed across the valley.

Finally with one stomach-sucking lurch she spent herself.

He had to hold her up as she pulled away from her as the force of her passion had drained all of her strength temporarily.

He dusted the dead underbrush from his knees and sat back on his haunches admiring her as she stood there, legs akimbo, eyes closed with a delicate flush covering her face and neck.

Finally she opened her eyes.

"You're rotten you are," she panted.

He pointed his fingers towards his chest, "me? Why?"

"Because you know I won't have the strength to get there now."

He shrugged and looked around, "I thought we might camp here for the night."

"Good that'll give me the chance to get my own back," she smiled.

"Own back?"

"Yes let's see who is exhausted tomorrow when I've finished with you."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling, "oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she smiled back, "you'll see who the weaker sex is when I'm done with you."