When you come down the trail after hiking a week through the wilderness, I am there waiting for you.
I meet you with a deep embrace as the afternoon sun beats down on us. You pull me closer and my knees tremble as you kiss me. We walk hand in hand to a bed and breakfast nearby, where a private cabin waits for us.
You drop your pack by the door and I undress you, stopping to kiss your neck and arms and getting on my knees to remove your shoes, your socks, your pants, your underwear. I lead you to the shower which I already started for you, shedding my own clothes along the way. The warm steam hugs your sore body as I wash you, replacing the scent of forest and dirt with a new gentle soapy aroma.
You melt as I stand behind you and lather shampoo into your scalp. My fingers massage away the tension in your neck and shoulders and then move down to wrap around your body to your nipples, and with a tender pinch, you feel a familiar lust in the tip of your cock. It's your favorite place on your body to receive my touch. I pause there for a moment, feeding on the reactions I feel in your body, before letting my hands wander.
From behind I wash your now slightly hard cock and your balls. I pull my hands around to your back again and continue downward. I'm on my knees now, massaging your asshole and prostate until I can sense that you have reached full arousal.
I encourage you to turn around and push your dick into my mouth, greeting it happily, leaning my head back to open a direct path down my throat. You feel the solitude of the last few days take over as you pump into my mouth rhythmically, holding my face in exactly the position you need, and we don't even notice but the water has ran cold. You pull out of my needy mouth, your head just barely passing my lips before you push into my throat again with five deep, slow thrusts.
You can't take it anymore. On the fifth thrust, your hand finds your cock and you quickly finish yourself, the seed of your release covering my face before the water washes it away.
We dry each other off with care. I tell you to lay down and the comfort of a soft bed ushers you quickly to sleep. I lay down next to you as you drift off, then I sneak out of the cabin to get us both dinner and a bottle of red wine. I'm back before you open your eyes. We sit down to eat together, laughing about your close calls with Montana wildlife and about how the massage therapist I saw while you were gone pointed out the bruises you left on my body before you left.
At one point, there's a pause in the conversation, and I feel the way you look at me in my bones.
It's like you are almost smiling, but not quite, and I see an idea growing. You stand up and bend down to kiss me, your tongue filling my mouth and exploring it until you hear me let out a soft, unintentional moan. You pull me up and push me out the open screen door and against the porch railing, which you help lift me up to sit on. You see me try to look if there are people on the path but your fingers lock in my hair and you won't let me turn my head. I begin to understand. The sweet and soft touches I planned for our reunion have been appreciated but you're in charge now. You don't want to retreat into privacy yet, and you know that I'll oblige your risky spirit without complaint if only you insist.
