I don't normally go hiking in these remote mountains on my own, but it was such a beautiful day, and I did know this particular route very well. I could probably follow it in the dark if I had to. My light day pack held some food and water plus of course my PLB just in case of an emergency situation. The day was delightfully warm with only the faintest hint of a breeze. Enjoying a day like this and being outside always gives me a heightened physical awareness. Not quite a full sexual arousal but definitely an erotic sensation.
I came out of the trees into the open country and my eye was caught by movement in the distance. Nearing the brow of this section of track was a figure walking away from me. The distance between us made it hard to tell if it was a man or a woman. Then as I watched the figure continue out of sight over the brow, the way it moved made me fairly certain it was a female. The erotic sensations I had been vaguely aware of went up a definite notch.
When I reached the brow, the figure was much closer than previously. She must have stopped for a while and was now about halfway between me and a rocky outcrop higher up. An outcrop that I knew to have wonderful three hundred- and sixty-degree views. I say 'she' because it was now obvious that the person was indeed female. I quickened my pace and the gap between us gradually closed. Once we were no more than 100 meters apart, I could better appreciate her attributes. I had thought she was wearing shorts but could now see that it was in fact a short skirt. Rather unusual for hiking. Her top looked to be a shirt, light in colour, contrasting with the skirt, which was darker, green I think. She walked with assurance but a very feminine roll of her hips. She was a buxom lass with solid legs round hips and a pronounced waist.
I didn't want to frighten her, so I called out. She looked back, gave a cheery wave then carried on. Soon she reached the rocky outcrop and stopped to survey the wonderful views. In only a couple of minutes I joined her. We chatted for a while about the usual things. Where are you from? how long have you been here etc? Trying not to be obvious I admired her body. Her solid legs were strong and shapely. Her breasts were just as nice, neither large nor small but her nipples were poking enticingly at the thin shirt she was wearing making me ponder over whether she was wearing a bra. She was only going to be in the area for a couple of days and apparently this was the only day she had available for a hike in our beautiful mountains.
We both took a while to enjoy the 360deg views and then, handing me her phone, she asked if I would take her photo, which of course I was only too happy to do. I spent some time taking pictures that included her and the various views. Then she said, "Take one of me sitting on the rock." The rock was about five feet high and as she climbed up onto it I was able to enjoy without caution, a lovely view of her round bum and big strong legs.
Once she was on top, she said "Don't worry about the view. Come up close and make it just me and the rock."
I took a few shots from different sides to vary the light and the profile. Then she said, "Try one from a really low angle so that I only have a background of the sky."
I got down very low until I found a position that excluded the mountains. It meant I was looking up her short skirt and could see a tiny bit of her white panties. I hesitated for a moment and then took the shot. She held her hand out to me and said, "Let's have a look." After looking at the image intently she grinned and said "Looks great. Can we do some more like that?"
She handed the camera back to me and I crouched down to take some more. At first, she turned one way and another then she sat with one knee up and let it fall to the side. The gusset of her panties was in full view. The phone camera clicked a couple of times and then she pulled her skirt high up her hips and opened her legs even wider. I struggled to keep my breathing steady when she struck a new pose. She leant back supported by her hands behind her then flung her head back and thrust her chest out, so her breasts were straining at the material of her shirt. Her nipples stood out like two little stones and I was now certain that she was braless.
