"Bye honey," Sarah said, kissing her boyfriend goodbye. Josh always left for work early so that he would be the first one there. As a graphics designer he didn't need to be there first but he found the quite hours of the morning easier to work in.
As the door closed Sarah went back to packing her lunch, her mind still thinking about Josh. Sarah and Josh are not married or even engaged but they have lived together for a while now. Their relationship is comfortable but Sarah has found it lacking of late.
Their love life could never be described as exciting. Josh is, in his words, "a meat and potatoes man", preferring the basics of love making with very little imagination. A change in position or maybe a move from the bedroom to the living room would be as exciting as Josh likes it to get. Before meeting Josh, Sarah had tried a few different things and enjoyed them, but she had been willing to give up that kind of sex life. Now, her mind seemed to wander at the slightest hint of something sexual and images of wild sex scenes would occupy her thoughts.
Shaking her head at her antics Sarah grabbed her backpack and placed her lunch and water bottle inside. Today is her day off and she is going on a day hike with a long time friend Steve. It was actually at one of Steve's house parties that Josh and Sarah had met. Steve had re-entered the singles world about two years ago when he and his girlfriend of nine years had split.
Tying up her hikers she picked up her jacket and opened the door. Steve was just pulling into the driveway. Sarah quickly locked the door and skipped down the steps to his little truck.
Steve took a deep breath and tried to force his mind away from Sarah's body. As usual she was wearing tight cut-off jean shorts and a cotton tank top that molded itself to her body. Her curly red hair was hidden beneath a white bandana but when she turned away from the door he could see her bright blue eyes smiling at him. When she skipped down the steps his breath caught in his throat as her ample breasts jiggled quite nicely.
Steve could tell that her actions were innocent. Sarah is a naturally active person, something, for which Steve is very thankful. They would often go on bike rides or hikes together, one of Steve's favorite activities with Sarah is to go to the beach for a little swimming and sun tanning. He pretty much has to keep his hands off her but he allows his eyes to roam.
Sarah opens the passenger door and slides onto the bench seat, "Hey."
"Hey, did you remember your water bottle?" Steve asked.
"Yup, and food, and bug dope."
As Sarah slides into the truck she can't help but notice the semi-erection in Steve's jogging shorts. She does her best to ignore it but her mind has already leapt ahead of her. She has an image in her head of leaning over and sucking that cock deep in her mouth. She can almost taste the pre-cum on her tongue the image is so strong.
As Steve begins the drive out to the trailhead Sarah takes a better look at her friend. At 6'5" he stands almost a foot taller than Sarah herself. The sandy blonde hair and blue eyes are not what Sarah would usually go for since she likes darker men but on Steve it looks good. His physical lifestyle has left Steve with a lean, hard body, which looks very good in his jogging shorts and T-shirt.
Sarah knows that given the chance Steve would fuck her. He doesn't seem to have any qualms about fucking his friend's girls and his history attests to that. He also never pushes a girl though; they always seem to come to him. Sarah has known him since she was sixteen, close to ten years now, and is probably his oldest female friend (perhaps only) that he hasn't fucked.
It's about an hours drive to the trailhead and Steve and Sarah make small talk on the way. They finally arrive and both hop out of the truck, grabbing their backpacks. Within minutes they're on the trail.
"So, what branch do you want to take this time?" Sarah asks Steve.
"I was thinking of the Kettle trail. It would take us most of the day but I was told there's a waterfall just off the trail near the top."
"Sounds good to me. We'll have to take that other branch first then."
"Yeah, the one that goes by that little pool. We could stop there for a little while if you want," Steve says, pictures of a wet Sarah running through his head.
"Sure, but not for long. It would be nice to eat lunch at that waterfall."
They continue along the trail for a good hour. Sarah can feel sweat collecting in the small of her back and she is constantly wiping her forehead. Thankfully there aren't many bugs out so they haven't had to resort to using bug spray.
Sarah often has to walk ahead of Steve as the trail isn't wide enough for two. She can almost feel his eyes on her ass. Sarah tells herself it's just her imagination but it's still making her pussy tingle almost constantly and she has to remind herself to watch out for high roots and rocks.
Steve loves the view from behind. He watches the shorts ride up a little each time she steps over a high spot on the trail. Taking his mind from the view he looks up and quickly checks their surroundings. Noticing a few landmarks he judges they should be almost at the pool. His ears also pick up a feminine cry.
Picking up his pace he catches up to Sarah and stops her with a hand on her shoulder. When she turns to ask him what the problem is he places a finger to his lips, motioning her to be quite and to listen. The cry comes again, this time a little stronger and it sounds like a woman in pain or pleasure. Another cry quickly follows but this one is distinctly male and is obviously a cry of pleasure.
Steve is shocked to see a look of hunger come over Sarah. He had expected shock or maybe curiosity, but not passion ... and so strong. He decides that perhaps a reassessment of Sarah might be in order.
