Sensory overload:
Hot sunshine on his face, a warm breeze ruffled his hair. A soothing roar from the river in the canyon 500 feet below. Birds were chirping in the trees, and somewhere overhead a red-shouldered hawk screeched its urgent call. But it was the fresh scent of pine filling his nostrils that did it - a pungent smell that filled his brain with ancient memories from before the time of dinosaurs and seemed to signify springtime, hope, world peace.
And... Oh yeah, there was the exquisite feeling of his girlfriend's hot wet mouth around his cock, her tongue swirling and teasing, the gentle nudge of her nose against his belly as she took all of him in her mouth, and the coolness of the air blowing on his wet cock as she withdrew. He opened his eyes in time to see his cock disappear again into her mouth, and he couldn't help but thrust forward and gently tug on her brown pigtails. She normally wore her shoulder-length brunette hair loose, but on a hike she liked to put it in a ponytail or pigtails.
"You like that?" she said, as she teased the tip with her tongue.
No verbal reply necessary, as he arched his hips and begged with his eyes for the depths of her mouth again. She complied with a slow, deep dive onto his cock as she met his gaze - all the way down to the base and held it there for what seemed like forever, then coming up for air and then bobbing up and down furiously while her hand jacked the base of his cock. He wouldn't last long...
They had both played hooky from work. The forecast was for sunshine and 70's, and it was just too nice a day to stay indoors and stare at a screen. They started out with a jacket, then went to shirtsleeves, then she surprised him when she stripped off her shirt and revealed a bikini top. The rest of the hike out to the clifftop overlook he had a semi-hardon, as he let her lead the way so he could watch her round ass ripple beneath the thin hiking pants.
They had lunch at the overlook and napped in the sun; his shirt off to soak up the rays. Probably going to be a little sunburn on his chest tomorrow.
A 10-mile hike out and back; they were sweaty and tired when they reached the side trail out to the developed overlook, almost back to the parking lot. The park service had put in a nice boardwalk with guardrails to keep people from going off the edge, and several displays about the geology and history of the river and gorge below them. He took off his shirt again and hung it up in the sun to dry out. Leaning against the railing and feeling the warm breeze against his bare skin, he suddenly went from mildly aroused to desperately horny.
He moved behind her and cupped her bikini-clad breasts as his erection nuzzled the crease of her buttocks.
"Somebody's getting frisky," she said.
