For the passed couple of years, Kat and I had been doing nude pictures to trade on line. As well as among a small group of friends that we like to call light swingers. Now it’s not like we swap partners although some in our group do. The group is just a brunch of horny couples who like to show their bodies and have sex in front of each other and sometimes strangers. We were surprised when first we got into it, to see how many other couples enjoy being watched as they fuck. Not to mention, the thrill of watching others fuck too.
Kat was still and has always been attractive woman. She was of of Italian decent, with a classic hour glass shape. She was always a well endowed woman, with large ample tits. Tits so firm it seamed as though they would never sag. Her coffee color nipples accented her warm olive skin. With her long perfumed dark brown hair and lustful Mediterranean brown eyes. Kat easily made a great impression on the camera. In my opinion if Kat had the nerve in her younger days she would have made a great porn star. As a matter of fact she did have an interview with playboy in her twenties. Playboy however didn’t like her Brooklyn Italian accent.
As for my self I was a skinny kid who picked up weights as an adult. Just so I’d look good stripping. Back when male strippers were the latest thing, and every catering hall had an all male review night. I went from looking like David Bowie in my late teens to looking like David Coverdale. That lead singer from the band White snake, as a young man. With the long hair and that rock and roll pretty boy look, I did well out on the dance floor. Now in my forties I kind of look more like Howie Long. I was six foot four two hundred thirty pounds of horny well hung white guy. So said my wife and most of my girl friends when I dated.
I was very well practiced at all forms of sex. From oral to anal and manual, I was a true male whore. Some men fear the use of toys, and rush through sex like they had an appointment or a time limit. Not me I was a firm believer that good sex should take hours, and sometimes all day.
I loved giving women orgasm after orgasm. I was proud to be one of the few that could actually satisfy Kat, let alone bring her to a hot wet screaming multiple orgasms.
Kat and I were getting a little older. We both became more aware of our changing bodies. As well as the fact that we both starting to get that forties bulge around the middle. This just would not do, we wanted people to enjoy looking at us. Our exhibitionist life style required us to try to stay some what appealing.
Kat and I decided that since we lived In the rural part of Pennsylvania, a mountainous rough part of the north eastern USA.. Hiking might just be a good part of our regular exercise program. The fact of the matter was that one of the most strenuous and longest hiking trails, was practically in our back yard. The Appalachian trail ran two thousand and two miles from Kentucky to Maine. The two hardest states to traverse were Virginia and you guessed it Pennsylvania. It was in a place called the Delaware water gap national park., where the Appalachian trail went through Pennsylvania.
Must have been about 6:00 am Kat and I started out. We had planned the day well, bringing as always, a lite lunch and some sport drinks as well as some water and fruit. We also always packed our digital camera. Our camera went every where with us. We were always on the look out for a good place to take some hot dirty pictures. The thought that we might get caught made it even more erotic to us. Kat and I were no strangers to sex in public places, and had never really had to much trouble getting away with it either. We have been know to have sex in restaurant, movie theaters, and public bathrooms. We even did it at company Christmas parties in elevators and weddings, all surprisingly without getting caught.
We were living only forty minutes away from the gap so we were able to get a nice early start. The whole trail that we where taking, would take us about five hours to complete. Even at a relaxed pace. When we arrived we checked the parking lot and noticed that ours was the only car around. During the summer months the gap was always packed with hikers from all over the world. Springtime, this spring in particular it was deserted. The long cold winter and the slow start to spring had scared off the meek, I guess?. Even though it was early spring, none of that fresh green foliage had even started too bloom. Still to us the view from the Delaware water gap was still quite beautiful. On some areas of the trail you could see for miles into New Jersey. We were planing on taking a trail that most hikers said was the hardest of all the trails. We loved the smell of the sweet clean air. And the musical sound of the churning cold water of the Delaware river. The Delaware still had ice bobbing its way down stream. We crossed the bridge from Pennsylvania to New Jersey. The smell of pine and mulching leaves filled the air as we walked deeper into the forest. It was that sweet musty smell of the mountain forest, that became a natural aphrodisiac to Kat and I.
The day was so beautiful warm sunshine and the storybook blue skies. As usual the weather in northeast Pennsylvania was totally unpredictable. In the first hours of the hike the temperature jumped up at least 20 degrees. Not to mention the fact that the trail we chose was so steep and difficult this was not going to be a walk in the park. Kat and I both took off our jackets, and before we knew it we were down to tee shirts and jeans. Rolling up our jackets and sweat shirts, we put them in our back packs by our first water break.. Even among the tall dark shadows of the pine trees we were still sweating. Our skin glistened and our shirts started to sweat through. You could see wet spots on both our backs. Our hair was starting to look as if we poured water on our heads. Beads of sweat ran down our flushed faces. Higher and higher we climbed. The trail was stealing our breath and beating us down. At times the climb was so steep that we were forced to crawl on our hands and knees, to steady ourselves. We pushed on taking only short breather breaks, we never even thought of turning back.
The mountain seemed not to have a top. Our hike was becoming what appeared to be an endless climb. We were about three hours into the hike and should have seen the top by now. I began to wonder about my map reading skills . Kat and I were half way through our sport drinks and water and still we saw no top to this mountain.
Two fatigued hot sweaty bodies collapsed on a huge flat bolder . The bolder situated half in and out of the sun . The perfect placement for our needs. Shaded from the now unusually hot early afternoon sun. Three towering intertwined cool green pine trees, shared their welcome shade. Stripping our back packs off like they were bags of rocks, and just laying back catching our breaths for a moment. Slowly we got our sapped strength back and sat up. Only to notice we had arrived. We were at the top of the beast that had worn us down. We had won and didn’t even notice.
