"I'm so happy you came along, Lys."
"I'm so happy you invited me!" she replied. "This place is beautiful! It's unlike anything I've ever seen before."
"It's magical, isn't it?"
We only had a few hours drive between campsites today, so we got an early start and found a short hike across a ridge to a lookout point.
Elysa was wearing a pair of capri-length yoga tights and a loose white tank top over a grey sports bra, her brand new hiking boots, and her big, beaming green-lensed sunglasses. The heat of the day hadn't set in yet, but the morning sun shone down bright and warm, and the smell of sagebrush on the wind was pleasantly intoxicating. We chatted about the trip, and told funny stories about our respective pasts as we hiked along. It was easy to forget, since we'd become nearly inseparable towards the end of school, but we had only been together a couple of months and there was still so much we had to learn about each other.
"I can't stop thinking about yesterday." she said, catching a lull in the conversation to change the subject. "I've never been fucked outside before! The way you bent me over the hood in broad daylight...mmm. I can still feel your hands around my neck." She looked back at me and rubbed at her clavicles. "And, my god, and that guy on the boat! Do you think he was watching the whole time?"
"No clue." I said. "...probably."
"First at the diner, when I noticed those men staring at me, I was a little embarrassed at first but then I felt - well - a little excited about it. Then, I really thought I'd be embarrassed to get caught fucking like that. But in the heat of things it was such a thrill! And every time I think about it, about being exposed, and watched, it, well, it kinda turns me on."
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "Sounds like we've got a little exhibitionist discovering herself."
"That's why I brought it up." She turned her head and spoke softly into my ear like she was revealing a secret, even though no one else was around to hear, "I think I want to explore that more with you."
My heart jumped. I smiled and looked down at her. "We've still got plenty of vacation ahead of us, let's see what we can get into!" I slipped my hands under her shirt and ran my fingers up her side.
She smiled back, and giggled. "You're fun."
She started to step away but I gripped her arm and pulled her around to face me.
"I've got an idea, if you're up for it."
"Shoot." she replied.
"...a little game, I guess. To, uh, explore your boundaries."
"I'm listening." she said, her eyebrows perking up.
I smirked, tightening my hand around her arm. "Like Truth or Dare. Or, well, just Dare I guess. To push you a little. Help you discover yourself."
"Mmmhm!" she interjected, curiously.
"If you keep going along, I'll keep pushing. But only as far as you want. The point is to rile you up. Turn you on. So - remember - if you're ever turned off, or uncomfortable, or upset, just say the safe word and we'll stop. Got it?"
"Red Fern... got it." she nodded, recalling the safe word we'd picked a few weeks earlier, inspired by the childhood book on the shelf over her bed that I noticed while tying her up.
"Ooo! This'll be fun!" she wrapped her arms around me and leaned in.
"Ready for your first dare?" I inquired.
She raised an eyebrow. "You got something in mind?"
I reached through the oversized arm holes in her tank top and lifted her sports bra up.
Elysa giggled and blushed, cupping her tiny tan-lined buds in her hands as she sprung back. "Andy!! I thought you were going to ask first!"
I gestured around. "Hey, nobody's on the trail. Let this be a warm up for you." I stepped forward and gently pulled her hands away. I leaned in and kissed her breast sweetly, letting my tongue linger around her soft areola. She sighed and closed her eyes. I felt it start to harden on my tongue.
"Warmed up?" I asked, between licks.
"You always know how to warm me up." She replied, lowly. I learned early on that her nipples were a short circuit to her libido. I could almost always get her going with a few kisses, a light nibble, or a playful pinch. I'll never forget the time she told me - months before our first kiss, when my crush seemed woefully unrequited - about getting her nipple pierced and nearly climaxing in the shop chair.
"Alright then." I said. "Let's hike."
Elysa turned and bounded down the trail, tits freely bouncing in the sunlight. I followed close behind, enjoying the view. Her skin flushed and her breathing quickened. She was clearly aware of her nudity, and it gave her an air of heightened alertness. It was oddly arousing to watch.
As we walked on, her confidence seemed to grow. She eased, smiling and giggling a little to herself. Her loose shirt fluttered in the breeze, tickling her bare chest. Before long she was practically parading, proudly announcing herself to the empty trail ahead. I walked up beside her, and she turned to catch me staring at her beautiful, goosebumped chest.
