I bummed around for a few years after high school working at odd jobs. One such job was at a place that did guided trips for fly fishing, horseback rides, river floats, and things of that nature. That was where I met Tina.
I took her, her husband Jake (both of them in their late 30's), and their 16 year old son Jonah out on a day trip for some stream side fly fishing lessons before their float the next day. Jake and Jonah were having the time of their lives. They were some of the fastest learners and most natural fishermen I have ever met.
Tina tried it for a while, but soon lost interest and sat in the shade to watch. After the men got the hang of things, I joined her and we got to chatting.
"This is fun and all, but really I'm more of a hiking nut," she told me.
"Oh, really?" I replied. "Have you had a chance to go anywhere while you've been up here?"
"I did go on a short one yesterday, only about two miles or so. I want to do more but I don't know the area and I don't like going alone."
"Well, I grew up around here and I know the area pretty well. I don't have any guests scheduled for tomorrow, so I could take you out for a bit if you wanted to."
Her eyes lit up. "Really?" She put her hand on my arm. "I would love to. I don't like short little hikes, though. How far were you planning on going?"
"There is an old miner's homestead about four, five miles back, and --"
Before I could finish, Jake hooked a fish and I saw that he was going to break the line before he got it in. I quickly excused myself and went to help him.
When I returned, Tina was smiling warmly and anxious to hear more.
"That would be great," she said after I told her more about the homestead. "I love seeing old places like that. I find it kind of..." she bobbed her head in a sweet, innocent way, "... romantic."
"I'll talk to my boss tonight and make sure. I don't foresee any problems."
We talked a while longer, occasionally interrupted by Jake or Jonah's fishing success. After a while Tina laid back for a nap ("Jake kept me up late last night," she admitted with a blush).
I didn't blame him. Tina was about 5'6", pretty fit, had nice tan, smooth skin, dark brown hair that went down to her shoulders, not a bad looking ass, and full, gorgeous lips. She wasn't flat chested, but she wasn't Dolly Parton, either. Not a bad body, overall. The really sexy thing about her, though, was her voice. Soft and sensual. I had imagined what she her moans would sound like on a couple of occasions.
After another hour or so the fishermen had limited out and we headed back. Upon our return I made arrangements for the following day.
Tina's voice stayed in my thoughts that night and I jacked off to the thought of her lips around my cock.
***
We decided to start our hike from where Jake and Jonah put in for their river float. Tina was dressed in a white, fairly loose fitting, sleeveless shirt, tan knee-length shorts that showed off her tan, smooth legs, a wide brimmed gardening style hat, and large lens sunglasses. I thought she looked pretty good.
She had a small backpack with her, filled with an assortment of supplies. She seemed to know what she was doing. Good.
As preparations for the float were finishing up, Jake stopped me and said with a genuine smile, "I tried not to wear her out last night. She's really looking forward to this, so make sure you two have a good time." He gave me a wink and walked over to Tina.
I thought it a bit odd of a statement, but shrugged it off as the two shared a short kiss. He whispered something in her ear and she blushed, smiling and nodding. They kissed again and the two of us started up the mountain.
***
The hike went pretty well and we even saw a few animals on the way. We reached the cabin in good time and after a quick pause for a drink, I motioned for her to enter. "Ladies first," I said.
"Nah... you go first. I want to check out your butt again," she said with a smirk.
I chuckled and went in, looking back to see her eyes traveling up down my backside.
The cabin was small with only one room. There was a rusted pot-bellied stove in one corner, a crude table built into the opposite corner, and a dry-rotted wooden bed frame against the far wall.
"Nice," Tina said, surveying the room. "Too bad the bed is in such rough shape... I wouldn't have minded getting to use it." I looked over at her to see her grinning broadly, a sly look in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"What can I say? A nice hike to warm up, a quaint little cabin with just me and this young stud..." She walked towards me, swinging her hips suggestively.
As good as this sounded, I had one tiny problem with it. "What about Jake?"
She smiled and put her arms around me. "We have an agreement. We can sleep with other people; we just have to get permission from the other first. He saw we were getting along well yesterday and he approved. I don't ask him very often, so he usually gives me the go ahead. Besides, he has his eye on a cute little gal that works in the restaurant."
What Jake had said now made sense. Very interesting...
I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks, her stomach pressing against my rapidly stiffening cock.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
Tina licked her lips. "I'm a bit thirsty... I could use something to put in my mouth."
She patted the table next to her and I sat down as she unzipped my pants and released my swollen cock. She wrapped her hand around it and slowly gave a few strokes, grinning widely.
"Mmmm...." she said. "This is definitely what I was looking for."
As if it was an ice cream cone, she licked from base to very top several times then wrapped her lips around the head and slid her mouth down onto my whole length.
It was better than I had imagined.
She angled her neck and I felt the last couple of inches slide into and out of her throat as she bobbed her head slowly. (Talk about no gag reflex!) She looked up at me and I smiled, nodding for her to continue.
