A Summer Hie

It was a perfect day for a hike in the hills beyond the heavily wooded areas that remained close to the residential areas which had been built up over the years. Sunny and warm with a very light breeze to provide a bit of relief from the heat of midday, with the occasional cloud for intermittent shade. There were parking areas near the start of several major trails that allowed for cars to be left untouched for the day and gave people the opportunity to enjoy solitary walks or picnics away from the town without worrying about their cars. There were a few trails that I enjoyed but one was special to me. It was the path less traveled that meandered through the wood, crossing a nice brook in several places, and ended near an open meadow that contained a lovely carpet of flowers with some wild strawberries mixed in for a special treat.

When I reached the meadow I knew there was a pleasant, secluded spot where I could comfortably shed my clothes and spread a blanket to relax and enjoy the sun undisturbed. I had been making this hike for quite a few years and found it to be the most stimulating for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being the privacy. Today would be no exception, and after placing my blanket on the grass, I took a few minutes to sit quietly to listen to the sound of the wildlife and the breeze as it drifted through the nearby trees. Warming from the sun, I began to remove my clothes, folding them neatly to fashion a makeshift pillow, applied some lotion and stretched out naked on the blanket. This was a glorious day and I was very happy to be in one of my favorite spots to enjoy it.

As the time passed, I became very comfortable and the grass and earth seemed to mold itself to suit the shape of my body, like a soft mattress wraps itself around you when you go to sleep, providing support but not in an uncomfortable way. My sunglasses kept the sun from my eyes allowing some measure of darkness and I could feel my mind start to wander as I drifted off to that nether world approaching sleep, when you are aware of your surroundings but only in a marginal way. It is one of the most pleasant and restful sensations to allow your mind to float away from the realities of the world while your body is warmed by the sun and embraced by the soft meadow grass under the blanket.

Off in the distance from my dream state, I began to make out words being spoken in soft tones, clear but very quiet, like a one-sided conversation being had so as not to disturb someone close by. I could not be sure that my ears were not playing tricks on me, making the sound of the breeze in the trees appear to be words so I remained still and tried to concentrate on what I was hearing with my eyes closed, hoping that restricting one sense would sharpen another. Eventually, I began to be able to discern the words and knew that I was not dreaming or, if I was, it was a remarkably realistic dream.

"Umm, such beautiful smooth skin and so little hair everywhere. If it wasn't for the penis, I would almost say that the body belonged to a very fit young woman," whispered the voice. With the last comment I could feel my penis begin to move on its own, becoming mildly aroused and while I felt a little self-conscious, I had no desire to alter my position so I stayed very still as if asleep. "Look at that lovely clit begin to move and it's expanding, too. This is such a real treat, and it makes me horny just watching. How fortunate I am to have walked this trail today."

Now I was fully awake and listening to the fellow talking about me out loud was very exciting. My cock was not fully erect, but it was well on its way. Remaining in one position was becoming difficult but I did not wish to break the spell of the moment so I tried breathing exercises in an attempt take my mind off of what was happening.

"Oh, I like watching her chest move as she breaths deeper," came the whisper. He did not bother addressing me as he, him or his, but used the feminine form when talking about me. "Such a pretty young thing with a lovely clit. Watching her gives me a hardon and I would love to have my dick in her mouth just for a little while. I'll bet it's so warm and wet in there, it must feel wonderful. And those nipples. They're so erect and look so firm, they must be so sensitive right now. I'd love to rub them a little and then lick and suck them while I straddle her and let my dick rest against her clit."

I could not take any more of his obvious teasing and I wanted to grab my cock and stroke it to release the built-up pressure but instead I kept my eyes closed and calmly said, "You are sadistic by talking like that when it was obvious that I was getting aroused. How would you like it if someone did that to you?"

"Consider it foreplay," came the reply. "When I saw you lying there, I could not resist saying something and when I noticed your reaction, I could not stop. Should I apologize?"

"Not necessarily but you suggested something a few minutes ago that I found intriguing. If you manage your actions like a proper gentleman, we can avoid the apology entirely," I said with a smile.

He laughed and softly replied while kneeling at my side, "I like your erect nipples and wanted to reach out to them for a while now, but I didn't want to startle you."

"I won't be startled now but be gentle because you are right, they're sensitive," I responded.

"Oh good, I was hoping they would be," he said while gently reaching to rub my left nipple while his forearm brushed against my right.

"Oh, god, I like that," I replied, "you have a wonderful touch."

"Wait, you have so much more to experience," he said as he stood up to undo his shorts and place them on the grass exposing a nicely sized stiff cock with a head slick from precum. He stood over me with one foot on either side of my knees, and then knelt, placing his lips on my left nipple while fingering my right. As I started to wiggle and move, sensations from the nipple stimulation flooded my body, and he gently took my wrists into his hands and moved them over my head while lowering his body onto mine. Feeling his weight and his stiff cock resting on mine, I started to gyrate beneath him as he groaned and rubbed harder against me.

"Yes, so much more to experience, my sweet little bitch," he said in a soft gentle voice before kissing me on the lips and slipping his tongue into my mouth.

"Please show me," I moaned, breathless with excitement as I was reaching a point of no return. "Please don't stop," I begged, and in response he kept rubbing my cock with his erection until I started pulsing semen onto our stomachs and shaking with delight.

When the flood of semen had run its course, I lay on the blanket exhausted while he raised himself onto his hands and knees and moved to one side, saying, "It would be nice if you would help clean the fluid from our stomachs so it doesn't get us sticky from the heat." He took his fingers to scoop up the semen from his penis and stomach and then placed them against my lips. I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth so he could wipe the semen onto my lips and tongue, and then he let me suck them clean. Without a word, he went back to scoop more semen from my stomach and repeat the process until most had disappeared.

He looked at me with a smile and began stroking his cock to reenergize his erection before saying quietly, "You still have a little more work to do, don't you?"

Even though I would have been content to lay on the blanket and close my eyes in the afternoon sunshine, I knew that that was not going to happen just yet. He didn't say it in so many words, but I knew what he wanted, what he felt he was owed and I felt obliged to comply with his unspoken request. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his dick, licking the head before letting the shaft into my mouth and eventually down my throat. He kept smiling as he proceeded to fuck my mouth, whispering, "That's my pretty little slut, take it all and let it slide down your throat. So nice to feel your warm, wet mouth around my dick as I fuck you. I can feel that you like it and you want more, don't you?"

I managed to say, "Yes, please."

He withdrew his cock and moved to kneel by the top of my head. He fixed my pillow and placed it under my neck so my head hung back allowing a more direct entrance for his stiff erection into my throat. Gently he moved to insert it saying, "Take a deep breath now," and after I did, he began to push his cock straight down my throat until his testicles rested on my face. He moaned with pleasure and massaged the sides of my head before withdrawing so I could catch my breath again. "Yes, you are a pretty little cunt and I'll enjoy using you," he said while working on the rhythm of fucking my mouth, "such a nice hot cunt."

I could feel his body begin to stiffen as the tempo of his thrusts increased and he began to groan louder until, ultimately, he cried out and began pulsing loads of hot semen into my mouth while holding my head so it did not move. In this position it was difficult to swallow and I found myself choking on his cum, some dripping out the sides of my mouth, a small amount going into my nasal passages, and most, thankfully, finding its way into my stomach.

When the ejaculations finished, we laid together on the blanket for quite a while just enjoying the day. Finally, he sat up and began getting his things together saying simply, "That was nice. You're a good cocksucker, very accommodating, and I'll bet men really enjoy fucking you. I know that I did, and I look forward to more in the future." He said these words matter of factly as he dressed and I began to gather my things. As I reached for my clothes to start dressing, he added, "Not yet. There's a long walk going back, and you may as well be comfortable until you get closer to the parking area."

I regarded him strangely as I stood there naked, but finally replied, "If that is what you want, okay." I put my clothes in my backpack and only put on my socks and hiking shoes for the walk.

"You walk ahead, and I'll follow so I can watch your ass move. I'll bet you have a sexy erotic walk and a tight butt so I will enjoy looking at you," he said. I wasn't sure how I felt about this arrangement but the thought of it is exciting in a bizarre way. Hiking a trail in the woods, stark naked with a strange man while he fantasizes about my ass after fucking my mouth and filling it with his semen. Yes, it's exciting, and I was getting aroused at the thought.

We walked for about an hour and it was a pleasant hike. My companion said few words and when he did, they usually concerned sex. I didn't mind hiking in the nude, but I would prefer it with someone I knew and who was in the same state of undress. At first his choice to wear his tee shirt and shorts puzzled me but then I realized that it wasn't a decision to remain clothed because of shyness or embarrassment but rather a desire to have me submit to his authority and exert power over me. He told me to remain naked after we had sex and I accepted his demand without question or rebuttal. His instructions during sex prompted me to plead with him to do what he wanted to do anyway; but I begged for it. I was destined to be his bitch from the outset and now I am parading in front of him so that he can ogle my ass and think about doing what? I could guess but that only served to excite me.

"When you get to the large tree on the left, leave the path and walk into the woods for about 50 yards," he instructed. "You'll see several large pine trees with a clear space beneath them covered in pine straw and we'll stop there for a while to rest. Spread your blanket on the ground for us and make yourself comfortable."

His instructions were clear and simple and when I asked how long he planned to stop, his response was also clear: "Don't concern yourself about that, just do as I ask."

I spread the blanket on the ground and sat down, leaning against my pack. He put his backpack on the blanket toward the leading edge and removed his shoes, shirt and shorts. He was now as naked as I was and I smiled and commented, "Better this way, right?"

He returned the smile and responded, "Yes, naked is always better." He leaned against his pack and stretched his legs in front of him, spreading them wide. "Kneel in front of me with your arms at your side."

I am not sure why I was so compliant but that's neither here nor there. I did as requested without a word and knelt before him looking toward this naked man who by now had an extremely proud erection. "Good. Now, lean forward and take my penis into your mouth without using your hands and let it remain still in your hot, wet mouth," he said quietly. "Savor its feel, its taste and think about what I did to you earlier. Think about how you desired my dick and how you would have done anything to get what you wanted. Think about the hot cum that filled your mouth, your throat, your stomach, and how you liked the feeling of it running down your cheeks, over your chin onto your chest. All that sweet semen just for your pleasure. Remember the taste of your own cum as you licked it from my fingers and from my cock. Wasn't that special, something that excited you almost as much as you are now by reliving the experience?"

He was right. I had a rock-hard erection simply listening to him talk about what transpired between us earlier. It had only been a few hours since I had a wonderful orgasm, and I could not focus on anything else but having another. His erection was resting in my mouth, but as hard as ever. I gently licked the head while it remained in my mouth, and I could taste the precum that oozed onto my tongue. My breathing was getting heavier, and I could think of nothing but the penis in my mouth and how lovely it felt.

"I want you to place your pack in the center of the blanket and then lay down with it resting under your abdomen. Cross your arms, place your head on your arms and get comfortable," he instructed. All this I did without a word, assuming that he wasn't looking for conversation. He rose from his position and took a bottle of suntan lotion from his pack, poured some in his hand and proceeded to apply it to the full length of his stiff dick. When he finished that he took a little more and rubbed it into the crack of my ass, focusing on my anus and rubbing the sphincter before pushing his middle finger into my ass. "I don't want you to say anything or make a sound, and stay still," he commanded. "I want you to be quiet and enjoy the experience, and if I say something to you a simple nod or quiet sound in reply will suffice." I nodded my understanding of his expectations and adjusted my position to be more comfortable, as well as spreading my legs farther apart.

It started slowly and he was methodical in his approach. He knelt between my legs and used his thumbs to massage my anus and sphincter, alternating each one to probe my ass and give me a gentle stretch. He then went from one finger to two, twisting as well as probing deeper to loosen me up. I will admit that the sensation of someone's finger going in and out of my ass was very pleasant, although having two stretching my sphincter and being pushed deep inside took a little getting used to. During all of this preparation, I did not make any real noise, but a few quiet moans did escape my mouth.

My eyes were closed and I was drifting away when I felt something larger than a finger being inserted into my anus. It was hard, rigid and longer than a middle finger. I stifled a gasp as it went in and I clenched my fists as I held onto the blanket. "How does that feel?" he said. "You're doing so well, no noise and barely a twitch. Your pussy feels wonderful, so warm and tight, the best that I can remember."

He started moving in and out slowly and gently. Each stroke a little deeper and when he reached a point where his entire dick was in my ass, he told me so. Then the pace quickened and the strokes became even and measured and I felt his balls slapping against my butt cheeks as he drove in deeper. Now I began to moan, quietly at first but as his tempo and penetration increased, I became louder and started to move to try to ease the burning sensations from the friction on my sphincter and the probing of my prostate.

His pace became very rapid and then I felt his body stiffen as he pushed deep into my ass and held still as the pulsing hot semen began to be forced into my bowels and he let out a yell of pleasure. I clenched the blanket and began to twitch with contractions of my sphincter before I experienced an intense orgasm that caused me to cry out in ecstasy while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I was shaking with contractions and aftershocks and the pulsing of his cock went on for quite a while.

As we lay on the blanket neither of us had the strength to move. We were exhausted and drained, hot and sweaty, and smelling of sex. Slowly he gathered the strength to roll off me but not before kissing the back of my neck and whispering, "You have a lovely pussy and I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for you. You made my day very special and I hope we can meet up again sometime."

"I'll put my number in your phone if you wish, and I won't say no if you call me."

He slowly got dressed, picked up his pack and handed me his phone. He told me to get home safely and as I looked him in the eyes, I wished him the same and began to get up, feeling rivers of semen run down my legs with the taste of cum in my mouth.

I dressed and continued my walk to the parking area, feeling like a hot mess but calm and relaxed. Nothing like a day hiking in the fresh air to clear the mind and soothe the body. It was a beautiful day.