Sometimes the moment just gets the better of you. I had such an occurrence last month on a hiking outing with a girlfriend. What started out as a three-hour hike up and over a local mountain, turned into a sexual experience I will never forget, and likely never repeat.
I do quite a bit of hiking in the mountains around our medium-sized town here in Montana. There is a group of us gals that regularly gets together to explore the trails and peaks that line the valley in which our town sits. Last Wednesday, I had made plans to hike with Kelly, a friend I met a couple of months ago through a mutual acquaintance.
Kelly and I had been hiking together before, but only as part of a larger group. I have always found her to be adventurous, out-going and fun to be around. So when she called last Monday for a hike the following Wednesday, I readily accepted.
I usually get out on the trails three or four times a week. I use these hikes or runs as a way to stay in shape and augment what I consider to be a fairly rigorous fitness regimen. I work my body hard and am quite proud of the results. One might describe me as long and lean. I am 5'-8'' tall and weigh about 120. I have average-sized breasts, meaning they look good in a jog bra, but don't get in the way when I run. My best feature, if I do say so myself, is my backside. Let me put it this way: When I wear a certain pair of Levi's 501 jeans, men walking behind me often get mesmerized and find themselves walking into utility poles. I enjoy the attention I get for my body, and often consciously wear things designed to show it off.
When Kelly and I met Wednesday morning at the Mt. Carson trailhead, I was dressed in revealing, but not out-of-place workout clothing. I wore a standard pair of lycra-cotton workout shorts, the kind that fit tight like bicycling shorts, only shorter, and a pair of standard issue cotton thong underwear. (Remember, one does not want panty lines showing through one's tight shorts.) Up top, I had on a purple sports bra covered by a midriff-baring t-shirt.
As I got out of the car, Kelly approached with a smile on her face and remarked about the cobalt-blue sky day she had arranged for our hike. She was wearing a pair of beige hiking shorts and a black sports bra. As she strode toward me, I was struck by two things. First, I didn't realize her breasts were that much larger than mine. Maybe it was the sports bra, I reasoned (I'm a little competitive). Second, I was surprised to see she had an elaborate tattoo surrounding her belly button. Don't get me wrong, the tattoo looked pretty cool. I was just taken aback when I saw it. Not many people I know have tattoos. In fact, she had two. As we finished our greeting and set off up the trail with Kelly in the lead, I noticed she also had another elaborate tattoo in the small of her back. It was partially hidden by the waist band of her shorts, but I could tell is started just above the top of her butt crack.
We hiked for about two straight hours, laughing and talking the whole way up. We saw a couple other individual hikers, but the trail was largely ours alone.
Kelly led just about the whole time. She set a quick, tough pace. By the time we got to the top of the mountain, at about noon, we both were sweaty and ready for some food and drink. Mt. Carson is the high point on a fairly long string of mountains. From the top of Carson, we left the trail and started traversing the ridge line looking for a good lunch spot. About half-mile from the trail, we found a nicely secluded flat rock out-cropping with an excellent view of the valley below. We sat down and I pulled our water bottles and lunch out my backpack (nice of me to carry all our food and water, eh?). For about a half and hour, we sat there eating, drinking and soaking in the sun. Our conversation kept returning to exclamations of what an incredible day it was. It was hot, but not too hot. There was a pleasant breeze from the south. The wildflowers were still out in force.
Soaking Up Some Sun
When she finished eating, Kelly asked me if I was in a hurry to get going. I told her I had nowhere I had to be. "Good, let's just lay here a while and catch some rays," she said. I readily agreed and stretched out on the big flat rock on which we were sitting. "I love it out here, don't you Kai?" Kelly said as she stood up. I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked up at her just as she was pulling her sports bra off over her head, exposing her breasts. She put one hand on the side of each breast, pushed them together and slid her hands across her nipples, up her chest and neck, over her cheeks and into her hair. As she ran her fingers through her hair she let out a deep sigh and sat down next to me.
Trying to be nonchalant, I looked over at her, smirked and said, "Worried about tan lines?" She laughed and said, "I guess so. Just feels natural." Who could argue with that, I said to myself. She then laid back and immediately reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, slid down the zipper, raised her hips and pulled off her shorts. I was surprised enough that she took off her top, but this woman was going to lay around in just her panties, I thought. Well, that thought was only fleeting as I quickly noted she wasn't wearing any underwear. She intended to sunbathe nude.
I laid there with my eyes closed, trying hard not to do anything to appear prudish. After all, I am far from a prude, but I didn't know Kelly all that well. She must have sensed that I was a little uncomfortable with her sudden nudity. She rolled over on her side and propped her head on bent arm. "Is this making you uncomfortable," she asked. I told her I wasn't uncomfortable at all. I was just a bit anxious that someone might discover our sunbathing spot.
She assured me we were well out of sight of the Mt. Carson trail and in a spot no one hiking the ridgeline could see. I decided she was right, and I felt myself relax a bit. She must have noticed my body letting go of some tension and she smiled and laughed a contented laugh.
We laid there in the sun for about five minutes without saying anything. During that time, my eyes hidden behind sunglasses, I looked over her body. Being competitive, I often find myself comparing my body to others'. Her breasts definitely were bigger than mine. They were well shaped, round and full. Her nipples were smallish and totally erect. She had a little meat around the middle, but she still looked to be in great shape. I also noted that she had no pubic hair, at least that was visible from my vantage point. Just as I was taking note of her shaved special place, without lifting her head, she said, "Are you checking me out?" Suddenly my heart was in my throat. I felt like I had just been caught stealing money from my mom's purse, or something. Before I could say anything, she said, "That's alright. It's like a car wreck. If someone strips naked and lays down next to you, you can't help but look. It's human nature."
With the tension lifted, I was able to laugh and concur with her assessment. She then said, "You should try it. It really feels great."
