"I really think you're going to like this girl," Jean said. "She's like you, just looking for fun, nothing serious. She's not a slut or anything, but she's definitely horny. You might even get a little action."
Jean was referring to a girl named Amy she was trying to set me up with. It had been months since I'd been laid last and although part of me wanted to get back in the game, I was also a tad nervous about it. "I don't know," I told Jean. "Dates are always so uncomfortable. I'm not sure if I'm up for it."
"Just wait til you see the ass on this girl. You wouldn't forgive yourself for walking away from that. Beside, she's into all the same shit as you."
Jean wasn't kidding. After a few days of texting back and forth, Jean and arranged to go on a hiking date. I knew of an amazing swimming hole that was well off the beaten path. It seemed like a great place to take Amy, whom I'd learned was very into hiking and outdoorsy stuff.
I stopped by to pick her up early in the morning. I stood at her door anxiously waiting for over a minute before it opened, and when it did, I immediately knew I'd made a good decision. The girl was an absolute sex bomb. She was tall, maybe two inches shorter than me, and I'm six feet all. Her hair was long, straight, and dark brown. Her face was pale, and I believe she may have been Jewish. The loveliest part of the front of her body were her hips that swung out far from her slender stomach. I was never much of a breast man, which worked out fine because Amy's were small for the size of her body. For clothes she wore a teal tank top with skin-tight yoga pants and sandals. She was well kept, but didn't really have any noticeable make up on, which was good since we were going hiking.
However, judging by the clothes she wore, I'm not sure she really comprehended the difficulty of the route I was taking her on. I was about to suggest wearing something else, but I couldn't stomach the thought of no longer getting to see her phat ass in her slutty yoga pants.
When we got on the trail, it was abundantly clear that I'd made the right call. I told her to walk in front so she could set a pace she was comfortable with, but really I just wanted to watch her voluptuous ass jiggle from side to side. Conversation with her came very naturally. She was outgoing and had little shame, telling me things about herself I wouldn't have expected to hear on a first date. And she was keeping up just fine on the hike to boot. She seemed to really enjoy walking through the woods and searching for wildflowers. "Ooh, look at this pretty little one," she said as she bent completely over.
I glued my eyes to her ass. The material in her pants was so thin, that as it stretched out I could see right through it. Either she had on a super skimpy thong or nothing at all under her pants because when she bent over I could clearly she her bare ass through the yoga pants. This caused me to get an erection which was difficult to hide in the basketball shorts I was wearing. But Amy was oblivious to that situation, instead focusing on the flowers.
We walked along for another half hour before stopping for her lunch. I'd carried all the food in my backpack. The pack was heavy and caused me to drench my shirt in sweat. I took it off and threw it over a tree branch to air out. "That's what I'm talking about," Amy said. "You have a really nice body."
I blushed. "Thanks. Yeah, it's not feeling so great right know, though. My shoulders are a bit sore from lugging that backpack."
"Would you like a massage?" Amy said seductively.
"Seriously?"
"Sure. I've actually been taking a massage class, so I enjoy getting all the practice I can."
My heart, mind, and cock were all really loving the massage idea, but I wasn't without a few reservations. "That sounds great, but are you sure? I'm all sweaty and everything."
"Don't worry honey, you're not sweating, you're glistening."
Already leaning against a tree, Amy had me come over and take a seat in her lap. She deeply dug her fingertips into my shoulders. Then she moved them down my body, working out the kinks in every muscle in my back. While working on my lower back she gently blew icy breath on my shoulders. Her hands went lower and lower until they were under my briefs and on my pelvis. My cock was fully engorged. She rested her head on my shoulder and nibbled on my ear. "Relax," she whispered. "Let me pleasure you."
She grabbed my shorts and briefs by the waist band and fought to pull them down. I had to shift around and help her a bit. She didn't take them all the way off, but left them lying on top of my knees. My dick was shooting straight up in the air as Amy massaged the mound right above it and licked my ear. Then with her index finger she traced a line on the underside of my cock from the bottom all the way to the sensitive head.
I was fully expecting to get jacked off, but the next thing I knew Amy's hands were working there way back up to my shoulders. She used a number of different techniques on my upper back until her hands finally started slithering down again once more towards my pelvis. She kissed the crease between my shoulders while I closed my eyes and breathed deep. I felt her left hand cup my tightened balls. She squeezed them like she was juicing a lemon. Then I felt her right hand gently caress my penis. She took it in her palm, and ran her hand up and down it like she was playing the flute. I tried to concentrate my breathing and meditate. I hadn't been touched that way by a woman in a while, and I really didn't want to ejaculate prematurely.
Having room to spare, Amy put her left hand on my cock also. She jerked me up and down with her left hand while using the right hand to sweetly pet the tip of my penis. While stroking me off, she bit, kissed, and sucked my neck. I kept my hands at my side and simply let her give me all these pleasures. "Does your body feel better," she whispered in my ear.
"Much better. Better than better."
"Good," Amy said as she took her hands off my cock. "Then we can have lunch and get moving again."
All and all she'd probably only jacked me off for about a minute, but it had felt like an eternity. I urged her to keep the massage going, but she would have none of it. She was hungry after all. We ate lunch at a spot with a great mountain lookout. We snuggled up next to each other on a Mexican blanket and had a normal conversation. Neither of us made any mention of the fact that just ten minutes prior Amy had been cranking my cock.
When we were done eating we just lay there and gazed into each other's eyes. Without a word spoken, we started to kiss. I put my left hand on the outside of her shirt over her breast, and she didn't object. My other hand was grasped in hers. With her hand in mine I lowered it down the front of my shorts, until it was resting on my hard cock. She stroked my little fellow just twice before removing it. Her hands were running up and down my body, but just not on the one place I wanted her focusing on more than any other.
During a lull in between kisses I asked, "Would you like a little desert?"
Amy looked at me coyly. "Why, what ever do you mean by that?"
"I think you know what I mean," I said as I put my finger on her lower lip. "Do you want to taste it?"
She sucked my finger teasingly. "Right now I'm full, but maybe later."
We kept hiking along. It was very difficult to concentrate on the trail ahead when all I could think about was having my dick down Amy's throat. I continued hiking behind her. She was going at a good clip, and didn't relent from letting her ass sway back and forth. Eventually that big ole ass got snagged by an errant branch. The branch took hold of her yoga pants, and as she tried to pull away, the pants ripped. This left a good sized hole right over her left butt cheek. She was upset about ripping the pants, but I was plenty happy about my new and improved view.
We got to our destination mid-afternoon. It was a beautiful swimming hole flush with crystal blue waters, and lined by tall conifers. Before hiking I hadn't mentioned to Amy that we might be swimming. "I hope you brought a bikini," I said.
"Are you kidding? We're in the forest," she said as she took off her top. She had nothing on underneath.
Next she peeled down her ripped yoga pants, revealing an itsy bitsy pink thong. Her back was to me and the view was sensational. The thong came down next, at which point she turned to face me. My eyes were drawn to the narrow landing strip above her pussy. She wanted to watch me as I undressed. She looked a little disappointed when she saw my cock wasn't yet hard for her.
We held hands and ran into the water together, both flopping in at the same time. The water was cold but not altogether unbearable. We swam around for a minute or two before winding up in the shallows in each other's arms. The water was only up to our knees, and the mid day sun felt great beating down on our shoulders. As we embraced, we kissed and explored each others' bodies. My hand wound up on her wet clam. I put my palm around it, and let my middle finger slide right down the crease. I slid it back and forth a couple times, just like I was running a credit card. Then right as she darted her tongue into my mouth, I inserted two fingers. The warmness of her tight snatch was in great juxtaposition to the cold, mountain water.
