How can
A Walk In The Hills
add variety into your life.
I had four consecutive days off work without any tours planned, it was early in the morning sun was up and the start of another nice warm day that I decided I would go for a walk in the hills. Kitted up in boots, shorts and polo shirt I stopped off at the local garage to get their special lunch offer of the day, a packet of crisps, sandwich and a drink. Which I stashed away in my daysack for later.
The local bus arrived on time, I had enough of driving for the past ten days the bus would take me to my hike start point and back with possibility of a pub lunch in-between. It was a slow enjoyable meandering drive through the rolling hills of the Cotswolds', numerous villages and small towns in the Oxfordshire countryside. Just over an hour later I arrived at my start point, fired up my hiking navigator, it's just like a car satnav but uses approved country paths and rights of way.
As always the first twenty minutes or so of a walk are challenging until you settled down into a steady pace and head for your first waypoint.
By now it had started to get warm I discarded my polo shirt into my daysack. The sun was on my back and a gentle hill breeze it was ecstasy, no stress just take one step after another.
At the bottom of the third valley I was starting to walk between bushes and trees. I always wanted to do this but never had, I stripped off my shorts, bagged them and apart from my boots and sun glasses I was naked. I always wanted to join a Cotswolds naked ramble but never had the courage to do so. This was my solo chance.
The base of the valley ran for about a mile, I walked at a slower pace enjoying the natural freedom of it, I could feel a dangling arousal start. I discarded the thought and kept going the more I tried to discard it the greater the thrill.
I reached the point where I had to do something about my arousal, being alone for so long I knew just what I wanted to do.
Just off the path I saw a small hillock with short grass it had a hollow in the middle discreetly out of view. I lay back in it by now I had a full blown almost pulsating hard-on, I couldn't resist it any longer and started to enjoy a slow hand job.
I was enjoying the slow pace of the ecstasy build-up the sun on my face and body in total tranquillity. I caressed myself each stroke was bringing me satisfaction and enjoyment slowly adding to its anticipated climax. It had been months since I had such enjoyment or satisfaction.
I didn't take long before I could feel a climax start to peak, usually I would ease back at this point but not this time I was so excited I went for gold and was amply rewarded by an erupting and vortexing climax.
I lay back recovering rubbing cum away when I heard distant voices, I didn't know from where or how many in the party, but quite a few from the sound.
I discreetly looked over the mound without breaking the sky line, the way we were taught by the army, they were much closer than I thought and my presence would become noticeable to them shortly.
In my rush to get dressed my boots got tangled up in my shorts, I could now make out what they were talking about, even allowing for the gentle breeze carrying their chatter they would be literally on top of me at least able to see me any moment.
Panic more than calculated judgement I grabbed my daysack and shorts rolled over the far side of the mound, crawled towards then through a stand of bushes and lay their naked apart from my boots.
Settled and starting to recover my composure I looked over my shoulder down into the valley below, with any movement I would be fully exposed to anyone in the next valley looking in my direction, although I couldn't see anyone.
The lesser of two embarrassments I stayed put. My adrenalin was pumping and my arousal was still egging me on I was really enjoying the thrill of it.
I was spared embarrassment and was somewhat disappointed that they had passed me bye without incident. As I looked through the bushes could see the party descend the hill into the next valley.
In the distance and foliage I couldn't be sure but I thought they were rather scantily dressed, like I was I suppose. By now my arousal had restarted its temptations and was pulsating with more intent than before.
Then I detected hiker's movement in the distance on the other side of the valley. I resisted pulling my shorts back on and scrambled back through the bushes over the rim and back into the hollow, recovering my dropped sun glasses.
I lay there thinking about one thing; should I; could I?
Looking over the rim of the crater nobody about or any voices. I was so intense now I could only think of one thing that I hadn't experienced since that time a few months ago when I visited the Royal Ballet in Covent Garden.
Instinctively I took thing in hand and started to give myself my now third hand job of the day, it may not have been as good or as prolonged as its predecessor but I achieved another erupting and vortexing climax. Again I rubbed it away as I recuperated, 50 years of age has its stamina price.
I finally dressed without tangling my shorts up in my boots. Using my hiking navigator circumvented the cratered hillock and soon found the trail and, continued my journey to my next waypoint. Albeit still a bit high and out of breathe not how I expected the morning to play out and it was only just after ten.
As I descended into the base of the valley enjoying the scenery with the Oxfordshire rolling hills disappearing over the horizon. I could now make out the next waypoint which was at the junction of two streams with stepping stone bridges protected by a stand of trees and steep embankments that had been carved and errored over the years by nature.
In the distance I saw someone walking in my general direction. Like me all he had on was boots and shorts. We eventually converged at the stream crossings under the canopy of trees. We stopped and started chatting to each other with the usual questions and answers hikers ask each other.
His name was Frank from Stow on the Wold and was planning to have a coffee break and invited me to join him. He selected a grass mound just above the tree line. It wasn't unlike the mound I had lain in an hour or so back but larger and deeper, with a crater that the grass had grown over. It was a small climb more a scramble up to and over its rim.
The view was magnificent we seemed to be sitting in a crater at the top of a hillock overlooking two valleys. Frank who apparently was into geological history of the area said he thought this may be the remnants of an old Iron Age fort or settlement that had a domed roof at one time, they were many such hill site structures in Oxfordshire.
We settled in the crater and were protected from the breeze but still enjoying the warm baking sun. We shared what we had we in our daysacks as we chatted away, I could feel a sort of affiliation to Frank, I think he did too to me, don't know why but I did.
Frank asked me.
"Would you mind if I stripped fully off in the sun."
I actually felt quite excited about the prospect as I said.
"No problem feel free."
He took off his boots and shorts exposing his totally bronzed body with no tan lines which I admired but like me possibly should have spent more time in the gym.
He saw me looking at him, I hadn't realised I was doing it as he said.
"Why don't you join me?"
He had invited me to join him naked in this discreet crater with the sun beating down on us, possibly too quickly I replied.
"Yes I would like that."
