A special thanks to Vickii for help in editing.
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A cool Spring morning, when all the world is turning green again and a young man's mind turns to new beginnings and beautiful endings.
"It's a practically unused trail, too remote for most", I said to Kay. "Six miles with a 1400 ft elevation gain, an amazing view, and best of all it's all ours."
"Great, let's get going. After this week, I need the workout" Kay smiled.
That's one of the things I love about Kay, an eagerness to try new adventures. That and an amazing body sculpted by years of biking and hiking. She looked so delicious in her tiny hiking boots, thick socks, and shorts that really showed off her legs, and a red fleece pullover - the one that makes me think of a line from that old song "Little Red Riding Hood." "You're everything a big bad wolf would want, Aaroooo."
We grab our camelbacks and gear, then head out from the trailhead. It's a bit steep at first, which gets the heart beating and drives off the morning chill. The trail is under-used and overgrown, not the easiest to follow, so I lead for now. We wind through the trees, in barely recognizable switchbacks.
Soon the sounds of the highway fade away, replaced by birdsong, the occasional crunch of leaves and branches, and our heavy breathing.
We pant heavily, pushing ourselves hard, beads of sweat glisten in the morning's light, the sweat is dripping down our backs, muscles straining in rhythm, legs pumping, climbing higher and higher. Hiking, my second favorite activity, resembles my favorite in many fun ways.
The trail starts leveling out and widening, we can breathe more normally and talk and joke. Walking through this section, the trail is easier to follow, but still little used, as I walk through a web.
"Ugh, I think that's the only reason you have me lead." I say.
"What?"
"To clear the webs from the trail."
"Well, if I led you'd still get them, in your face. I'm too little." An old joke between us I'm a hair over 6' while she pushed 5' 4.
"Petite" I smile.
"I needed this to clear my head.", she says.
"Another bad week? Want to tell me about it?", I inquire.
"It's just so frustrating, if he would just let me do my job instead of bugging me every five minutes, I'd be done with the project by now."
Her old boss, Kara, had left a month ago to greener pastures. She's been having problems with her new boss ever since.
"What's he done now? Reminding you to do things that are already on his desk? More criticism?"
"No, bitching about me taking a day off, but that's not the point. He's a lousy boss. I can't understand why they assigned me to that jerk. I've been there over 4 years and he treats me like I don't know how to do anything."
"Most bosses are assholes, you just got lucky with your last one, Kara was like a big sister to you."
"Yeah, she was great. But he treats me as a kid, just because I'm a woman. , I know my job backward and forwards. I don't need a boss, let alone a jerk who rides my ass all day."
"Well, I can't blame anyone for that, I can barely keep off of your ass myself." I make a quick playful grab but she pushes my hand away.
"Ha, Ha." She says sarcastically.
I stop and give my silliest hound dog pout, "Sorry... how about a hug."
We stop and hug.
The smell of her fresh sweat is distracting, but I comfort her.
"But why would they assign me to that jerk?"
"Probably because he IS a jerk, and because you don't need a boss."
"What?"
"It's all in the way you look at it, a different perspective. Since they don't need to train you, they may be trying to train him to be a better boss. It sounds like he needs it."
"I never thought of it that way. " she replies quietly.
We hug more, her long dark hair distracts me this time.
"It's all a matter of perspective. They figure you are tough enough to put up with him until he learns."
"That may be it. Wish that they would have told me."
"If it doesn't get any better you can see about a transfer. Or see if there are any openings at Kara's place.... Feeling better?"
"Yeah... Hold me a bit longer."
We hug for a while. Smelling her hair, feeling the heat of her body pressing against me, my hardness starts pressing against her belly.
"Save that for later, we have a hike to do.", she laughs.
"Promise?"
"You and your one track mind."
"It's such a nice track." I joke.
She leads this time. I watch her tight little ass as it sways as she walks. Her well-sculpted legs flexing as she climbs. So much for my erection going away... I start humming that Red Riding Hood tune, stuck in my head.
"What are you humming?" She asks.
" An old song, Little Red Riding Hood. I forget who recorded it." I start singing the parts I remember.
"You always know those corny old ones." She turns and looks at me, and in a deep husky voice says, "But no eating me till we get to Grandma's house." She dashes off giggling. I chase but am too slow.
The trees are larger here but further apart. The occasional flower hints at Spring's start. It's semi--rough terrain, lots of poplar trees, but near the top it's mainly bare rock. We chat about the weather, work, a side trip to a roadside market, and other things. At a fallen log we stop for lunch. PB+J Sandwiches, the perfect hiking food. We wolf them down; hiking builds quite an appetite.
It has started to warm up, we take off our fleeces. As she pulls it over her head her T-shirt rides up showing her flat belly and a brief flash of her white bra. Her breasts may be on the small side "B" I think, but very perky just like I like them. Her T-shirt damp from sweat clings nicely to her body. I admire it for a while, smiling.
I start to pull my fleece over my head. It also sticks to the sweaty T-shirt but gets all tangled up. That's when the little vixen attacks. With my head and arms still stuck in the fleece, she starts tickling my now bare, not so flat tummy. She catches me off guard and gets me laughing hard. I try bringing my arms down but I'm too tangled to do much. She tickles harder, making me laugh uncontrollably, I try to get the fleece off my arms, and nearly fall off the log. I get the fleece to my hands and bring my arms down in a loop around her. We are both laughing like crazy, rolling on the log. I hold her tight against me so she can't tickle me again. I regain my breath a bit, and say, "You dirty little vixen, I'll get you for that."
She lightly struggles against my arms and replies, "It looks like you've got me, so what are you going to do about it?"
I press my lips against hers, soft at first then harder, more insistent. She starts sucking on my tongue. My hands roam on her back, hampered by still having the fleece on. Her hands grabbing me, trying to pull my shorts down without even unbuckling them. She is hotter and more aggressive than ever. Hmmm, she seemed to really like me being tied-up. Have to remember that for a later time, or was it the tickling?
I finally free my hands of the fleece. I grab that ass my eyes have been staring at for the past mile. She sits up to take her shirt off. Her long black hair falls back onto her shoulders. She is sitting on my lap as I sit on the tree. "My own little wood nymph", I joke.