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.