It was a quiet spring day up in the mountains. I hadn't been to this trail in years. I remember fondly all the family hiking trips we made to these mountains. We walk down the trail hand and hand, enjoying the fresh air, new growth, and I tell you stories of growing up around these mountains.
The trail starts getting steep and we come to curve in the trail where there are huge boulders on both sides. I charge up the little hill, and you fall behind, pulling me gently to a stop in front of the rocks. I turn to look at you, to see why we stopped. You smile gently at me, take my face in both of your hands and kiss me gently. You walk me slowly backwards until I feel cool stone on my back. You deepen your kiss and you press your hard body against my softer one, your hands on either side my head on the rock. I moan softly into you as you trap me with your passionate kisses. I close my eyes and let the sensation wash over me. I feel a hand gently teasing my nipple through my shirt. All of a sudden, I'm chilly. I open my eyes to see you standing away from me, looking at me with a strange look on your face. You smile broadly, take my hand and pull me roughly and kiss me again, stealing my breath. You pull away from me, take my hand and pull me up the trail.
The day grows warmer, and I start shedding clothes until I'm down to my tank top and shorts. We come to a small boulder on the side of the trail, and I sit down, tossing my shirt down. I pull my water bottle out and take a deep gulp, and I splash myself a little with water before I offer it to you. You slowly drink as you stare at my water stained shirt, my breasts showing clearly through the wet fabric, my nipples hard and poking out.