The day she met him at the top of the hill for a hike down to the creek was one of those perfect summer days at altitude in Colorado. Bright sun, a gentle breeze, and clean air. They were going to spend an afternoon just being in the world and catching up after having not seen each other in person for way too long. He was excited for her company. The thought of her made his heart rate and his mouth water even though they had never even kissed.
She was wearing a denim shirt over just a sports bra, hiking shorts, and her long toned legs looked amazing even in hiking boots with socks peeking out the top. Her long ginger-blonde hair was arranged in two long braids flowing from under her sun hat and her freckled nose and cheeks glowed with life above her wide, inviting smile. He knew her shining bright blue eyes were sparkling behind the sunglasses when she pulled back from the hug she gave him in greeting.
That hug. It felt so good. Had she felt his hard cock through his shorts? He hadn't tried to hide it, and she had not pulled away. It had seemed like she had actually lingered just a little. Hiking with a boner was going to be interesting, but he'd rather hike with a boner than without her.
"Ready?" he asked.
"I'm always ready!" she replied.
"Of course. That's one of the things I like about you..." he responded as he set off down the side of the hill toward their destination - about half a mile and 900 feet of elevation down from where they met. He was glad this was private property and that there was no chance of anyone else being around to intrude on this time together. He had snacks, water, a first aid kit, and a picnic blanket with a couple inflatable travel pillows in his backpack. There were great places to just spread the blanket and relax by the creek. Some of the grandfather pines were hundreds of years old and the pine cone pieces dropped by generations very fat, happy squirrels had grown to several feet deep over decades of solitude. He could think of nothing more comfortable than a blanket over the top of this natural cushion and planned to enjoy the comfort of a perfect afternoon with a beautiful friend, the soft sound of the moving water, and the sound of the wind moving through the trees on it's way through the valley.
They caught up with each other's lives as they walked through boulder fields and a section of the property that had been destroyed by a forest fire several years before. The standing dead trees were starkly beautiful in their own way, and the fallen trunks made them pick their way carefully as they made their way down the steep parts of the slope. When he walked this way on his own, the trunks were a pain, but today he was blessing them for the opportunity to touch her as he held her by a hand, or lifted her down from a boulder with his hands on her waist. She didn't NEED the help of course. She was fit and could probably out-hike him almost any day of the week, but he was a gentleman, and she didn't mind being reminded that she was a lady. She was letting him touch her. She was teasing him by asking for help she didn't need. She was flirting with him and they both knew it. She could probably see his cock outlined by his shorts, and he knew she had watched him when he had to adjust it's positioning as they moved down the slope. There was no path. This was territory he knew, but still an adventure each time he experienced the place. It was always a little different, but always wonderful and satisfying.
After about 30 minutes they reached the meadow at the base of the slope and could hear the water moving in the creek. The sun lit up the opening in the trees like something from a Disney movie come to life. They shared a drink of cool water from his supplies and caught their breath.
"That's going to be a real workout on the way back up" she observed.
"Well, we'll worry about that later. We'll just have to save some energy for the climb... Let me show you my favorite spot and then we'll explore a little." He set off down a path made by deer and the annual parade of free-range cattle that were a quirk of old-time property laws in Colorado. Property owners were still responsible for fencing cattle out of a property rather than livestock owners being responsible for keeping their cattle in.
He helped her climb down through the cleft between a couple huge boulders, duck under the branches of a centuries-old pine, avoid the thorns of a few wild raspberries and step around a prickly pear cactus that he always appreciated for its tenaciousness and marveled at how that little dude had found this wonderful valley. It sure as hell beat living in a desert in his opinion.
When they stepped on the rocks to cross the creek and up a few feet to the base of his favorite tree on the entire planet, he saw the expression of awe and wonder on her face. It warmed his heart because he felt that way every time he came down here. He didn't break the silence. He just set down his pack and spread the blanket under the tree on the bed of loamy pinecone debris he loved so much. He set some river stones on the blanket's corners, sat down, and invited her to join him for another drink and some snack bars.
They sat in silence for several minutes, just breathing and listening to the wind and the water. She reached over and held his hand. Sometimes silence is the most powerfully intimate connection between friends. This was one of those moments. He savored it and her.
"Such a beautiful spot", she sighed with a languid stretch.
"I'm happy you like it. Very few people have ever been here.", he replied. "Come check out this boulder, the moss is like velvet." He got up and held out his hand to help her to her feet and he lead her over to a boulder about a dozen yards up stream. The rock was about four feet high and 8 feet wide with an angle that invited leaning. He leaned forward resting on the velvety softness of the moss. He rolled over to see why she wasn't leaning down next to him. She chose that moment to stretch out full length on top of him and kissed him soundly. Her hand went directly to his cock and started rubbing it through his shorts. He returned the kisses with one hand cupping her ass and the other going up to take one of her braids firmly in hand to adjust the angle of their kiss so his youngest could better explore her mouth and move down to taste her throat.
She let out a low moan as he kissed her throat. Her head tipped back to allow him better access while her hands worked to unfasten his shorts. Her hand moved into his pants and wrapped around his cock with a firm and intentional grip of her long warm fingers. Then her other hand pulled his shorts down allowing full access. She slid down his body and without a word took the head into her mouth. She sucked and licked the head moving more and more of him into her mouth. Her hands stroked him lubricating him with her saliva. When she opened her throat and took his full length into her throat he almost came and couldn't keep his gasp from echoing down the valley. She was making her own happy moans deep in her throat as she stoked and swallowed him. He looked down to see her gorgeous eyes looking up at him from behind her sunglasses. He leaned back and took a braid in each hand, matching her rhythm and telling her how beautiful it was to see her enjoying the way she toyed with him and that if she wasn't careful she would make him cum too fast. Soon it would be his turn to make her gasp.
She was amazing. He was not going to win any biggest cock awards, but he wasn't small and she was taking him all the way down time after time when she wasn't using her hands to keep him right on the edge. Her touch was firm, but she knew not to just pull him, but let the slick wetness from her mouth and throat allow her hands to slide along the shin of his shaft and rotated her fingers around the head before taking him into her throat again and again and again. Just before he was about to come he pulled her up and turned her around with her back to the mossy rock. His hands went to unfasten and remove her shorts and pantries as she removed her shirt & sports bra with one practiced motion.
Her fit body shown in the summer sun. She had freckles on her suntanned collar bones and to his surprise, both of her large brown nipples were pierced. Those nipples called to his lips and he kissed his way down her neck, to her sternum and then over to her right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue around and over the hardening nerves. He played with the nipple stud which made her breathing catch. When he moved his right hand down her tummy and across her pubic bush and gently touched her clit in passing, her legs trembled and she gasped a throaty "oh fuck..."