Chapter 14 - Naked on the moors
Zara had been as happy as anything at his suggestion of making a couple of days of it. Two nights in the hotel, but what did Gary want to do with the day between? Of course Gary had asked what Zara wanted. Did she want to go sightseeing? That had been the reserve plan. What Gary had really wanted to do had made Zara giggle but she had said she was game if the weather was fine.
Gary liked his naked gardening but had never really done much of a walk naked. Up on the moors mid-week he rather thought he could get away with it and have a naked ramble. And what better way to do it than with a naked teen. The necessary walking equipment was packed in the car. Gary had pored over maps and chosen a route. Should it be simply a short walk to and from a hidden pile of clothes or a more serious expedition with knapsacks with clothes just in case or perhaps if they walked to a pub for lunch.
Zara had been for the day's nudity and not even a pub. She wanted a naked picnic. Had even liked the idea of leaving clothes completely behind. "Mmmm sexy," she had said. Gary was not quite so daring, more practical and felt somewhat of a responsibility for the young girl. What would her father say if he got her into trouble - not that sort of trouble! But there was something of a connection between the two sorts of trouble - sex!
Gary parked his car high on the moors, the chosen footpath coming in from one side of the road and heading off into the distance on the other.
"Well," said Gary.
So strange standing by the car taking ones clothes off high on the moorland road, able to see both up and down the road for a mile or more each way, watching in case another car appeared. The road one way dipped down to a ford, they had come through it in the car, and was out of sight before rising again. The other way the thin grey asphalt just went on and on. There was not a car in sight and soon they were lacing up their boots with not a stitch on. The sky above them so blue. A perfect day.
Hats, sunglasses, boots and socks plus knapsacks and that so important extra thing for the naked rambler - plentiful sunscreen. They applied it to each other. The pleasure of applying it to Zara's naked body resulted in Gary's inevitable rise. What was he doing? Standing naked and erect by his car on a deserted moorland road as a nineteen year old equally naked girl, her so attractive body shining with the sunscreen, squirted and rubbed the cream all over his body, including his penis and balls.
"Another ejaculation," giggled Zara as she squirted the stuff onto him and rubbed it in.
Gary set off after Zara in fine style his penis pointing in its thick stumpy way at her bottom, his foreskin peeled back and his knob shining with sunscreen. It would not last erect very long but Gary felt such a man! Glorious to be setting off like that, both naked and erect. The path stretching ahead and a whole day of walking in prospect. Gary liked gardening naked and he was beginning to appreciate how good it might be to ramble in the same way.
The sight of the beautiful, alternately rising and falling cheeks in front of him and the knowledge that not only had he delved between the girl's thighs the night before but would, inevitably, be doing just the same again on the walk sustained him quite a way.
Hot work of course, not that they were heavily laden. They were not going camping: just a day's ramble. The path stretched before them and apart from the sheep, curlews and occasional grouse saw not a living thing. The sweat rose and the occasional light breeze was welcome. They had brought plenty of water and it was good every so often to sit on their knapsacks and let the liquid slip down their throats, slighty warmer each time. Gary suspected by the end of the afternoon they might well be drinking the water from their flasks quite warm. The sun was having its usual effect.
The moorland path lead on towards a rising outcrop of grey stone. Whilst the path actually skirted the full height, Zara was keen to reach the top and, leaving their knapsacks, they made their way upwards across and between the lichen encrusted stones. It was quite a view from the top all around. Ahead of them the land and path dropped downwards towards a stream. around them empty moorland, purple with heather. They could see for miles and miles. They were wonderfully alone in a wilderness of heather.
"What a day," exclaimed Zara."
What a day indeed! And was not Gary a lucky man to be sharing it with such a pretty and young girl, moreover sharing it naked. The glory of the view, the pleasure of the rest from walking was heightened by the feel of feminine fingers taking hold of his genitalia. High on the moor, visible against the sky for miles around Gary rose to the occasion. In his mind the thought of a group of naked ramblers erecting the men by way of ritual at the summit of a hill or mountain they had climbed - perhaps for the group photograph! The girls looking so pretty and coy, the men so 'manly.'
"How many counties can we see?"
"No idea, Zara, no idea. I am more worried by the thought of being seen than what I can see!"
"Silly man, you look very fine like that and who is going to make out we are naked and you are," her fingers moved up and down, "nice and hard."
"Binoculars," said Gary.
"Oh yes!" And the little minx crouched down and took the whole of his stumpy erection into her mouth. Bliss! Just the right way to celebrate and ascent. Forget the champagne! Forget the pop of the cork and the wine spurting from the bottle's neck! A generous spurting in a teen girl's mouth would win every time!
Gary's eyes swept the land for the flash of the glass of a pair of binoculars. It really did not matter. The hidden birdwatcher would probably be fumbling with his free hand for his fly, anxious to relieve the constriction around his own engorged penis, keen to have a wank whilst staring at Zara's pretty mouth around a penis.
"Mmmm. That was nice, shall we move on or fuck? Hold me."
And the girl reversed into him and so his hands came up and cupped her breasts as his penis slipped between her thighs. It was warm and wet there, all slippery and Gary moved his hips, pushing himself against Zara's soft bottom. It was not sexual intercourse as he was not in her vagina - but it was very close to it. Probably the hidden birdwatcher would be thinking that was what was happening, would be revelling in the sight of Zara's clasped breasts and exposed mons veneris. Perhaps already the semen would be shooting from his penis.
"I love that feeling, Gary, I love this view. What a perfect moment. Just hold still and let's savour it and remember it."
Absolutely motionless for several minutes the two of them stood high on the hill. Perfection indeed. Not just the view, not just the lovely companionship but the joy of having his erection nestled between the warm, wet lips of the girl and her breasts in his hands.
"Mmmm. Best to move on." The girl stepped away from him, his hands dropping from her breasts. She looked around. "Such a view. Um, on second thoughts, you have to fuck me first, before we go on."
"Have I now?"
"Yes!"
And actually there was very little Gary could do to resist. The girl looked so good walking over to a large rounded rock dressed in just her walking boots and hat. Feminine perfection really. She draped herself over it, raising her lovely round bottom in such a provocative way and waggling it. The rising vee shape of her separated thighs just drew him in. Zara turned her head and looked at him, clearly waiting for him to do his thing. Gary advanced on her, erection at the ready, he pushed at her and the sexual connection was made.
When Gary stepped back from the girl there on the grey stone between her thighs was the evidence of what he had just done. The girl remained spread on the rock, perhaps enjoying its sun warmed hardness on her breasts, perhaps luxuriating in the recent invasion of her body by a remarkably thick penis, perhaps just feeling his stuff dripping from her onto the rock below. It was a fine sight. He could see his semen white upon her sex, even dripping and with a trail down onto the rock below. For a man with a very undersized cock it gave him great pleasure to see the quantity it produced. It made up for the deficiency in length somewhat. And what man, a true man, would not delight in seeing his own semen dripping from a still teenage girl? He smiled to himself. Zara would be twenty soon, a big girl!
Back down the little hill they came, picked up their knapsacks and resuming their walk. A couple of miles further on, or perhaps a little less, they came down to a hint of a valley high on the moors with a few hawthorn trees growing around a stream. The shade of one offered the perfect place for a picnic. Zara flopped down and lay still with her eyes closed.
Gary stood over her, already thinking of sex despite their recent bout on the hill. It was the keen and experienced masturbator in him. The thought of wanking away and releasing all over the prone girl. It was pleasing and he felt a pleasant stirring and up he went.
"Shall we have lunch?" the girl murmured without opening her eyes.
"Yeah, good plan, perfect spot. I'll just take a dip in the stream first."
"Mmmm, might join you. Bit sticky, you know where."