All of my stories are based on the truth. Whether it be in a truth about my relationship, my thoughts and fantasies (And even those are based on things that have happened or are happening in my life), or my past. This story is no different and actually happened. I'm sure in my mind, my memories make it more than what it really was, but as I remember it, this is what really happened.
For my whole life I've loved the outdoors. When I was very young, my friends and I would roam the wilderness, or what we thought was wilderness, behind our house. In reality it was an area just over the ditch behind our house that had not been developed yet and there were trees, open space and it felt wild enough to us. In reality, it was only a few hundred yards from the safety of the house. But we loved it.
We would camp out there and at the right time of year, go fishing in the ditch. Catching crawfish, mostly. From that early age my love of the outdoors only grew. When my family moved to Colorado, I was 8 years old and my wilderness only expanded, as did my love of the outdoors. My backyard went from an undeveloped place behind the house the our home being backed by National Forest. My newfound friend and I would spend hours upon hours exploring the mountains, camping out overnight and always looking for the next small stream to fish in. It was a time when parents would expect you to get up early, go outside and play all day, as long as you were back by dark and had all your chores done. Suffice to say, in that respect, my childhood was wonderful.
Trevor, for the longest time was my closest friend. We spent all our time together riding BMX bikes, making forts, hiking, fishing, exploring and in general just being great friends. We used to try to 'walk in' on his older sister when she was showering or had her boyfriend over and even bought ourselves Ninja outfits to try to be more stealth. In short, we were kids having fun and just being kids.
About a year after I met Trevor, his dad invited me to go with them on their annual camping trip in the Northwestern part of Colorado and it opened my eyes to a more vast and wonderful world. To this day, over 40 years later, I still go there, and it is my favorite place in the world.
Most of the time, Trevor and I would ride our bikes down to one of the lakes and pitch our chairs and sit and fish at the lake all day long. Every now and again we would wonder down a trail that was poorly marked looking for a stream or another lake and we were almost always rewarded. As it turns out most people are extremely lazy and will take the easiest path. As such, they would fish in the lower lakes where they could drive within 100 yards of the lake, have access to a chair and a cooler and enjoy their day. What we found was that with some effort we would find a hidden gem where the fishing was ten times better and there was nobody around.
Over the years, Trevor and I grew apart. After high school, I went to college, he tried several colleges and ended up working multiple jobs instead. By the time I was back in Colorado I hadn't seen Trevor in many years and when I heard from him it wasn't long after that I found out his life came to a tragic end.
The consistent part of my life remained the area where I would go to go hiking and camping. Over the years I found longer, more difficult trails and most times, they lead to an even more wonderful natural lake, teaming with fish and far away from any other person. It was rare that I would see anyone all the way up where I would go.
10 years ago, I met Lisa. She is smart, athletic, loves to hike, although her idea of camping was not as, shall we say, primitive as mine she was up for anything and soon into our relationship, I asked her if she would like to go to my favorite place in the world so I could share it with her. She was all in.
Up to this point, Lisa and I had really only spent time at my apartment, we had gone out a bit, but we spent most of our time in. And I spent most of my time in her. Lisa would come over we would have some wine and talk, but inevitably she would be riding my cock slamming down hard and squirting all over me several times in the night. Other times she would beg me to fuck her ass, and it was amazing. She was always ready to go and wanted me, craved me, desired me. It was amazing. (You can read about some of those adventures in my other stories.)
The weekend came and it was time to pack up for the mountains. When I say my idea was more primitive than hers, what I mean is that I take a tent and all the basic items to backpack in several miles. Her idea had always been (with her ex's) with a camper, motorcycles, boats, etc. With me, you carry in what you need on your back and you carry out everything you came with and more.
We packed up our gear, but out of my ordinary, I made sure to bring some wine (in a backpacking wine pouch) and some collapsible cups. I brought my iPod and a small speaker that I could hook to it for music as well. I wanted it to be romantic...as romantic as I could make it after backpacking in for hours and setting up camp.
The drive took about three and a half hours and started out normal enough. We talked, stopped for lunch and about two hours into the drive turned off the highway to the back roads. A winding two lane highway that would take us the rest of the way. As we were driving, Lisa got quiet, and I noticed she was just looking at me. I was focused on driving, but I noticed the look she had. It was passion, wanting, and desire. I glanced at her, smiled and said:
"What's up?"
"Nothing, just looking at you," she said.
"Like what you see," I jokingly shot back at her.
She looked at me straight in my eyes and shifted her gaze to my crotch.
"Very Much."
And with that I had to look away to focus on the road. As I did, Lisa unbuckled her seat belt, shifted in her seat and reached for my pants. With only a couple quick motions my hiking pants were undone, my cock was out, and Lisa had my cock in her mouth. Oh my god, I felt like I was in high school again! I reclined my seat slightly and Lisa went to town, she was sucking my cock so hard it was like she'd not had it in years. It was amazing, she was sucking hard, going deep, and swirling her tongue around it all in one motion. I was having trouble focusing on the road and all I could do was smile. The speed of the car was increasing, not good on a curvy road, so I slowed down to the absurdly slow speed limit. Lisa continued sucking on my cock with a craving and desire that I'd not yet seen. After a few minutes I was ready and I started to pulse my hips up into her mouth and my cock slid deep in with each thrust, sliding into her throat. I tapped her on the shoulder to let her know I was about to cum, but she just kept sucking. It may have been my imagination, but with the tap on the shoulder it felt like she went deeper and sucked harder. She wanted my cum.
I shot an intense and full load into her mouth and throat and Lisa just kept sucking and swallowing. She didn't stop until my cock was done and deflated. Then she sat up like nothing had happened, buckled her seat belt, looked me deep in the eyes, again, and said, "Thank you."
'Thank you?' I thought.....'NO....than YOU' is all I could think. I was in awe and the only thing I could muster was a goofy grin and a nod. What am I 18?!?! It felt like it.
The rest of the drive was standard. I wanted to repay the favor for Lisa, but we kept driving. Upon getting to the parking area, I couldn't take it any longer. Yeah, there were some other cars there and a few people, but I didn't care. I reached over to Lisa, kissed her deeply on the lips and let my hand fall to her lap. She was wearing a cute hiking skirt, but of course it had a pair of shorts attached....what did they call those back in the day? Skorts? Anyway, I wasn't having it, and I reached over her, hit the button on the seat to move it all the way back and reclined it fully then almost yanked her bottoms off. It felt quick, it felt easy, but I'm sure it was awkward. I'd not done this in a car since college. Within seconds, her shorts were off, my hand was between her legs, and I was feverishly finger her while kissing her, deeply.
One finger, two fingers and her folds opened to me and she was dripping wet, soaking my car seat and I could hear the squish and splat sound every time I thrust my fingers into her. Lisa was moaning, starting to thrash around and I could hear her saying "Fuck yes!" with every moan. Within a few minutes, with my fingers buried deep in her and feverishly pounding in and out of her pussy, Lisa came hard. Her juices splash around my hand and up onto the dashboard of the Jeep. She was bucking her hips upward with every movement of my hand and every convulsion of her body. Her orgasm lasted much longer than I had ever experienced with her or any other women I had been with. It was intense.
When we were done, I pulled my fingers out, licked them clean and gave Lisa a deep kiss.
"Ready to Hike?"
And with that, we collected ourselves, put on our hiking boots, strapped on the backpacks and headed out.
About two hours later we were at our camp site. We pitched the tent, laid out the air mattresses and sleeping bags and generally set up camp. After the long hike, we were both quite tired and decided it would be refreshing to strip down in jump in the high mountain lake. The first thing that spang into my mind was the Seinfeld episode about shrinkage! I'm a big guy, about 6 foot 3 and my manhood is commensurate to my size. Not massive, but larger than most. But still, I'm a guy and I was a little self-conscious. But what the hell, we stripped naked, jumped into the lake and swam a bit. It was really cold, and I mean really cold. We didn't stay there long and within a few minutes Lisa got out. As she walked out of the water I had to float there and admire her. She's 5 foot 4 and in great shape. Tight ass, b cup tits, flat abs. she has brownish blond hair (she gets it done), amazing light eyes and a killer smile. She's now 55, but then she was about 45 and even today, the only way you would know she's that old is a little effect of gravity on her tits. But even with that, they are amazing. I caught myself staring and noted I was freezing so I got out and head up the hill back to camp, right behind Lisa's amazing ass. When we got back Lisa went into the tent, of which I had not put the rain fly on as the weather was supposed to be nice and I could watch her through the netting, putting on some sweats, a stocking cap and a loose fitting top. She didn't bother with a bra, it was getting late, the sun was starting to fall behind the mountains and a chill was coming in the air. Her nipples were rock hard. Oh, the sight. With that she crawled into her sleeping bag to get warm.
I went about setting up camp for dinner. Getting the backpacking stove out, hydrating some of the food we brought and getting the wine out of the backpack and expanding the cups. (I know. I can be a wine snob, but in this case at least we had wine even out of plastic collapsable cups) By the time I got everything ready, Lisa was out of the tent ready for a glass of wine and some dinner. I don't even remember what we ate, but we were sipping wine and talking and sitting close to each other. Our conversation was about the trip, the hike the beauty around us and then....................it got darker...and you could see about a billion stars in the sky. This lasted about 1 hour until the moon rose in the sky and it was a full, bright moon. The brightness was so intense that you didn't need a flashlight to get around. I could see Lisa clearly and with that soft bluish moon glow. She looked beautiful and after cleaning up, brushing our teeth we sat their sipping wine looking at the moon and kissing.
The kissing was getting pretty intense and when I started to push my hand up Lisa's jacket and shirt it was clear it was too cold out to go any further, so we quickly packed up and headed to the tent. By this time, Lisa was feeling a good buzz, and I was enjoying a slight feeling as well. We headed into the tent unzipped both our bags so we could hold each other and resumed our kissing. After a bit, I stopped, rolled over and found the iPod. Normally I wouldn't bring any real technology with me, but it just felt right and I know it sounds corny, but I put on pink Floyd and at a very low volume. Once everything was situated, I rolled back over to Lisa and I was shocked and surprised. Despite the temperature dropping, Lisa was sitting up completely naked, her legs spread and giving me the look she had in the car. Pure desire, wanting and craving. She practically jumped on top of me.
After watching her walk up the hill, drinking wine, making out, watching stars, the light of the moon and now seeing her naked, I was rock hard. We were outside and animal instinct seemed to take over. She jumped on me, straddled me and started to kiss me with such lust and power that it felt like pure animal coming out. After we kissed for a couple minutes Lisa practically tore my clothes off and resumed her position on top of me. I looked up at her and the moon was right above us, shining down. The blue light was illuminating the tent and Lisa was fully visible, her tits hanging down towards me, her body straddling mine and as she looked up, she reached down grabbed my cock and slid it in to her waiting folds. Without hesitation I was fully in her, and she moaned load and immediately began climaxing and squirting her juices all over me. As the wave mellowed through her body she began to pound up and down on my cock. Full animal mode fucking me hard and splashing juices with every thrust. This wasn't going to last long, and I couldn't take it. I put my hands on her tits for leverage and began to arch my hips up and thrust up with all the power I could muster. We were not making love, we were fucking and fucking hard. She pounded down on to me with every thrust and after a few minutes I was there.....with one full powerful thrust I shot my seed deep into her. My cock was pulsing and pumping everything I had, filling her up and for the first time since we had met, she came at the same time. Pumping what seemed to be a crazy amount of her juices out onto me, soaking me and my bag. When it was over, she leaned down to me, the moon shining off her face and she kissed me.
