The Hike I Met Martha Ch 01 02

The Hike I met Martha

Author's note:

I hope you enjoy my hiking fantasy. Please take time to rate it (especially if you like it). I also love all comments, complimentary or constructive. They are so helpful. If enough of you really like this story, and want more, I have some ideas for what happens over the next few days. Thank you for reading.

Chapter #1

It was a beautiful day, 70's and partly sunny with a gentle breeze, as I finished hiking for the day. It was a long slog uphill for the final 2 miles, and I was glad to be at the grassy plateau. It made you feel alive to have the legs burn a little, your breath a bit ragged, and a sweat starting to break out. I had reserved one of two cabins, really just a hut, for the night and happily plopped down at the picnic table in front of the huts. Removing my backpack and sitting was a blessing after the long climb. I enjoyed the warmth of the sunshine as my body cooled and the sweat dried. The grassy plateau was dotted with maple trees now in full leaf as we were in late spring. There was a stream to the east and a dug latrine to the west. It was a perfect spot to rest and recuperate after a long 3 days of hiking.

I was still in a blissful daze when I heard footsteps coming up the trail. I looked up to see a white-haired woman, struggling over the last few steps up the hill. She looked up at me and treated me to the most wonderful smile. Her skin glistened with sweat, her eyes smiled, and I could see her chest moving as she tried to suck in air to her starving lungs. She was fit, not skinny but solid, healthy looking, with a pack that seemed to be bigger than she was. She took a few more steps but then just stood there trying to catch her breath.

I said, "Killer of a hill, isn't it?" She gave me another smile and I motioned for her to join me at the picnic table. She sloughed off the backpack and plopped down on the opposite bench obviously relishing a place to sit and catch her breath. She reached for her water bottle and took a long pull from it, swallowing multiple times. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand she replied, "Damn, that was tough."

Her long-sleeved shirt was dark under her arms and on her back as she must have spent a bunch of energy getting up the hill. I offered her some of my GORP mix, but she just waved me off saying, "Thank you but not yet". I nodded as I stuffed a handful in my mouth and washed it down with a big swig of water.

I said, "Are you my neighbor for the night", pointing at the 2

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cabin. She shook her head and said," No, I was just planning on setting up my hammock somewhere along the trail for night. I was thinking of putting a couple more miles in today until I hit that hill. None of the guidebooks talk about it being that long or steep. "

I smiled and nodded vigorously. "I have done this trail a couple times before and always reserve one of the cabins, because I know I will need a rest after that hill."

We made small talk for the next 1/2 hour, and I found out Martha was about my age, from Michigan, a retired history professor, had been hiking for 3 days (same as me) and was continuing on for 3 more days (same a me again). She was comfortable to talk to and laughed at all my jokes and puns. I never could pick up on these type of cues, but I think she might have been flirting with me.

Martha stuck her nose toward her armpit and said, "Phew, I really need to clean up a bit, I was really sweating over that last uphill. Wasn't there a stream somewhere nearby here?" I pointed toward the east and said, "Just over that rise to the east." Martha rummaged in her pack for a small toiletry kit and a towel and started off toward the stream. She went about 10 steps and turned her head back toward me, and with a sly grin said, "Aren't going to join me? You aren't smelling like roses you know." I blushed a little and realized I was probably a bit ripe after 3 days of sweating, cooling, sweating etc. I grabbed my small bag with soap, shampoo, deodorant etc. and my towel and followed Martha over the hill.

The stream had plenty of water at this time of year, although it was very cold. Martha walked to a small pool about 2 feet deep and proceeded to strip off her sweaty shirt, take off her shoes, socks, and pants in what seemed like 5 seconds. I was mesmerized by her figure outlined in her matching bra and panties. She gave me that sly grin again, turned her back to me and removed her bra. Next came the panties sliding over her round bottom. She proceeded to get in the stream, squat down and splash water all over her body. She was already using some soap on her body by the time I realized I was just standing there staring. At least I wasn't drooling. She looked up and said, "Geez, this water is cold. It will have to be a quick cleanup."

I felt embarrassed that I was quite overtly watching this very attractive woman, but she seemed oblivious to any concern of being naked. I moved to the other side of pool with my back to Martha and stripped off my sweaty clothes and turned to look over my shoulder. Martha was standing up rubbing soap under her arms and I could see just a hint of her pubic hair between her legs. She caught me looking and just smiled back. I lowered my striped briefs, trying not to show my semi erection. I snuck a peek back and found her staring at me. Lucky for me the water was very cold and with some willpower I was able to keep my penis from standing straight up. I focused on getting clean as quickly as I could since the frigid water in the stream pool was numbing my legs. By the time I was rinsing my body and dared to look again Martha was drying herself with the towel.

Her figure was truly mesmerizing to me. Here was an older woman, hiking alone, obviously very fit and showing it all to me without a care in the world. How did this become my lucky day? Before I could wade out of the stream a towel clad Martha, walked over, and picked up my towel. Then she took two steps back and said, "Here is your towel." I had no option but to turn around and face her as I walked out of the stream. Now my embarrassment was more of a concern at what cold water does to a man's equipment. Her eyes started locked on mine but then drifted lower. This caused a stirring in my nether region. I took the last few steps quickly and took the towel from her and covered up. It was a challenge to try and dry myself and not expose myself at the same time. She laughed at me and said, "Why so bashful?"

"Have you ever heard of Shrinkage?" I said. "You know when a man is in cold water." I didn't know why I was so embarrassed and from the stirrings I felt I was sure my cold-water shrinkage issues were over.

Martha laughed again and said, "Oh I know a lot of ways to counteract shrinkage."

I got mostly dry and had the towel wrapped around my waist, as she just stood there watching me. Martha stepped up very close and said, "Oh, that is much better, you smell delicious now. How about me?"

I leaned in and audibly sniffed. She smelled fresh and clean; it was very enticing. I told her, "You smell wonderful, although I didn't think you were rank before." With a smirk of my own I added, "but I wasn't this close before." I leaned in a bit more and we kissed for the first time.

It was tender, her lips soft and supple. I kissed a little harder and Martha responded with a hand behind my head pulling me in tighter. I dared to push my tongue into her lips. Martha parted her lips and our tongues touched sending shivers down my back. Our tongues flipped, twisted, wrestled, and gently nestled for a few minutes. My hands moved down Matha's back and under her towel to her round derriere and I squeezed her checks while pulling her closer to me. I am sure she could feel my erection with only the towels between us.

We both leaned our heads back to catch our breath but kept our bodies tight together. I could feel her ample breasts, I so enjoyed seeing a few minutes ago, pressed up against my chest. I nuzzled Martha's neck, and she grabbed my ass and pulled us even tighter together. She whispered, "I think your concern about shrinkage is over" and then "You're not a serial killer, out here in the woods looking for your next victim, are you?"

I laughed and said, "I was just going to ask you the same question. Let's go back up the huts and get to know each other better."

She also laughed and then in a flash ripped my towel off my body and ran up the hill. "Hey, can you just grab my clothes and toiletry bag on your way. Thanks. ", is all I heard as she jogged up the hill away from me, with her towel slipping off into her hand showing her luscious rear.

I stood there for a moment in total shock but then figured what the hell, there was no one else around and she had seen me already. I gathered up both our clothes and toiletry bags, taking a moment to apply some deodorant to my arm pits, and started back to the campsite. As I crested the hill, I saw an incredible sight. Martha had laid down the towels on the picnic table and was sunning herself in a beam of sunlight that streamed through a gap in the trees. Her body looked even better in the dappled sunlight. She was lying on her back, eyes closed, hands folded on her stomach right above a triangle of greyish pubic hair. Her legs were slightly spread. My former softening penis was growing into a hard cock.

As I approached, Matha raised up on her elbows to watch (lustfully ogle?) my descent. I hung our sweaty clothes on a few tree branches, deposited the toiletry kits near the packs. Her eyes never left me or strayed from my bouncing appendage. I sat on the picnic table bench and leaned right in to kiss her between her spread legs. I used my fingers to spread her labia and my tongue lapped at her slit slowing exploring. I pushed in as far as I could to get a taste. It was heavenly. Then I licked from bottom to top searching for and finding her clit. The little nub was very sensitive based on her twitch and moan whenever my tongue flicked against it. I was thoroughly enjoying this teasing when her hands grabbed my head and urged me up toward her chest.

Slowly I relented and kissed my way up past her belly button to her substantial breasts. I took a very hard nipple into my mouth and sucked like a baby trying to get some nourishment. I played with that nipple with my tongue and teeth, while my hand assaulted the other nipple. Her hands never left my head, holding me at her breast while she made the most erotic sighs, moans, etc. But in much too short a time those hands were pulling me higher again.

I inched up on the picnic table until our faces again locked lips and our kissing became more passionate. Tongues exploring each other's mouths, teeth nibbling on lips, noses bumping as we adjusted positions. Martha's hand reached up to grasp my now engorged cock. She said, "I loved how your mouth felt on my tits and pussy but what I really need is this", gripping my organ harder, "inside me now." She then used my prick to rub her pussy and clit, moaning as it passed between her lips.

I looked down at her lovely face, smiled mischievously and said," So just to double check you are not an axe murderer?'

Without missing a beat, Martha responded with, "I don't even own an axe." Then she pulled my head down for a kiss and pulled my cock head into her very wet slit. I could feel my head meet some resistance and pushed until it slipped past her entrance and held myself there, relishing the wet, tight feeling. Her hand moved around to my ass, coaxing, urging, pulling me to go deeper. I resisted, relishing the feeling of that tight opening gripping my manhood. Martha exclaimed, "Please don't tease. Fill me up. Fuck me!"

With both hands now on my ass cheeks, Martha pulled me into her fully. Our curly pubic hair rubbed as my cock filled and stretched her. It felt so warm and snug. I slowly withdrew and then pushed hard to fill her again. I tried to slide back as slowly as I could savoring all the pressure being applied and then rammed into her on the downstroke. Again, and again agonizingly slow upstroke and then pounding rapid downstroke.

Martha's breathing was speeding up and each downstroke brought a high-pitched cry. She was very vocal with her rhythmic grunts, sighs, and moans. It was so erotic to hear the pleasure I was giving her. Her hands were still gripping my ass cheeks, squeezing, and urging me to speed up. I kissed her hard, stuffing my tongue deep into her mouth. At the same time, I increased the speed of my hips, moving in and out, in and out faster and faster. She broke the kiss and between grunts, loudly exclaimed, "Oh Yes, yes. Please don't stop. Yes. Make me come. Please almost there."

Her body was meeting my thrusts, her speech became a series of erotic gibberish, her eyes closed, and head fell back on the picnic table. With one last very loud, "YESS!" Martha's body went rigid, her hands pulled me tight in her depths, and I could feel her pussy spasming around my hard member. I kissed her neck, and stroked her side with my fingers as she came down from her high, catching her breath. She softly spoke," That is a much more enjoyable way to be out of breath than that damn hill."

I laughed and nodded my head in agreement. As we lay there recovering, I realized how exhilarating outdoor sex can be. The grassy plateau, maple trees in full leaf, the sounds of the wind rustling, the fading sun streaking through the trees, were all adding to the experience. But something was off. What was that other sound? I heard Matha breathing, coming back to normal, the gentle breeze in the leaves, but there was a rhythmic sound, sort of like a footfall. And then it hit me. "Shit!" I whispered to Martha. "Someone is coming up the trail."

I quickly (and very reluctantly) pulled my still very erect and throbbing penis out of Martha, jumped up and said. "Quick, run to the hut, the one on the right is mine. "

We made it to the hut just as we heard two voices, a female one saying, "Hallelujah, we made it up the hill." The other a deep male one said, "I am never letting you pick the hike ever again.".

Chapter 2

Martha and I were in the Hut, a small rectangular crude building with two bunk beds, a nightstand, a small table with 2 chairs, and 3 windows. We happened to be naked, our packs still out by the picnic table, which two recently arrived hikers were sitting at. I peeked out the window to see two young people catching their breath after making it up that miserable hill.

I looked back at Martha and we both started giggling softly. Our predicament was really quite humorous. But Martha also noticed my still stiff erection and reached out to grab it. Her hand squeezed gently and pulled me to her. She used her free hand to spin a chair around and then sat right in front of me. I could see her eyes locked onto mine as she lowered her head down to kiss my bulbous head. Her lips parted and slipped over the end of my cock, pulling it into her warm wet velvety smooth mouth. Martha's tongue explored all of me that she could reach, caressing the sensitive ridge just past the knob. I had been so close to coming before that this was ramping me up very quickly.

Martha pushed her head farther down taking most of my cock into her mouth. This was a woman who knew what she was doing. She moved her mouth up and down a few strokes to coat my penis in slippery saliva and then worked her hand and mouth in unison. I let out a loud moan, momentarily forgetting about the two people right outside the hut. Martha kept the pressure on, with her grip and mouth, speeding up as she went. I caught her eye as she looked up at me with her mouth engulfing my entire shaft. I moaned again and thinking I needed to warn her of my impending release, I softly said, "I am close, really close."

She smiled around my cock, reaching out with her other hand to fondle my balls, and then increased the suction and motion until I was at the point of no return. My cock swelled to its largest and I gratefully let the orgasm wash over me. My semen shot into Martha's mouth, one, two, three spurts, as my muscles contracted, and my breathing became ragged. I was stifling my vocal moans. Martha teased my now slowly deflating cock with her tongue. I jumped as her tongue tickled around my head, especially sensitive after an orgasm.

Pulling Martha up to stand in front of me, I kissed her hard, tasting my slightly salty seed on her lips. I whispered, "Thank you so much, that was wonderful." She replied, "You seemed like you needed a release."

"Now what do we do, given our clothes, food and supplies are out there and we are in here", I pondered out loud. Martha got that naughty look on her face again. She said, "I have an idea, but you may think it is crazy."

Before she could voice her thoughts, I jumped in with, "Well, it will be dark soon, and maybe they will go into their hut, or?" and that was when Martha put her hand over my mouth and said, "Are you adventurous? How about we show the young people that age is just a number?"

I looked quizzically at her, as best I could with her hand over my mouth. She said with a big grin, "I think we should walk out there, hand in hand and just start up a conversation."

I pulled her hand away from my mouth and exclaimed, "But we are naked!"

She just smiled and said," Yes, but I am proud of my body and all its curves, wrinkles, muscles, and furry spots. You are no slouch for your age, whatever that is, and we will not die of embarrassment. Oh, and speaking of embarrassment, your penis seems to have returned to a more natural state. Are you ready for an interesting adventure? What's the worst that could happen."

I just stood there a bit dumbfounded. Could I just walk out there naked like it was normal? I had just met this very interesting and sexy woman and already she was getting me to try things I never thought possible. I finally said, "If your serious... I can't believe your serious, how would we start the conversation with the fully clothed hikers out there. "

Martha just nonchalantly said, "Well, once they look at us, you will apologize for leaving all our stuff spread out everywhere, and I will chime in with how anxious I was to see the inside of the hut. We will wing it from there."

I just shook my head and grinned. "Do you go around naked all the time? You seem comfortable with this whole idea. I do have to admit it is bit thrilling, mostly scary, and embarrassing but..."

Martha grabbed my hand, and we opened the door to walk out toward the picnic table, proudly displaying our birthday suits. I just kept repeating over and over in my head. "I don't know these people and will never see them again." Over and over.

As we approached, they looked up at us and then stared at us, their eyes getting bigger and bigger. The woman smiled and the guy looked aghast. He quickly turned his head to look elsewhere. She, though, gave us the once over and then broke out in a wide grin. I was trying to look casual and normal when I started to apologize, "Sorry to leave all our stuff spread out all over. There was no one else here when we arrived."

Martha gave the woman a wink and said, "And we were in a bit of rush to explore the inside of the hut." The woman laughed out loud and said," Derek, I told you there would be an explanation."

Derek was averting his eyes but couldn't help but to look up at Matha in between blushes. He said, "It looked like a tornado had ripped the clothes right off your bodies and flung them into the trees."

We all laughed at that. And relaxed a bit. We introduced ourselves and found out Derek and Jen were on their first overnight hike together. She was the avid hiker, and Derek was obviously not from his overweight physique, and blisters on his feet, which were propped up on the picnic table.