I asked you if you want to go someplace and hookup, but you told me you just did not really feel up for having sex right now.
I waited a couple minutes to reply. I told you that it was fine, we didn't have to hook up but that I still would love to just hang out and go hike and get lunch with you.
Of course, you said that would be lovely, that you were feeling a big hungry and asked if we could get lunch first and then go hiking.
I mentioned that the place I wanted to get lunch was past the place where I wanted to go hiking, so it would make more sense to go hiking first.
You grumbled something to yourself and finally replied that either way was fine -hoping I would pick up the hint and take you to lunch first. You really had not eaten all day.
When I came to pick you up, you were wearing your normal jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. The weather was nice, and it was sunny with just enough clouds to make it cool outside. We exchanged our normal salutations and hopped on the bike to head off to the mountain. Well, you were secretly hoping that we would go to the lunch place first... but every turn that I took made your stomach growl as you realized we were not heading to lunch like you really wanted.
It took a little while to get to the spot I wanted to hike at, it was set back away from the city. I preferred it because it was not littered, it looked like a wild trail and not so commercialized as some trails can be. When we dismounted and took off our helmets, you faked a sort of smile to me, trying to hide the grimace of pain in your stomach. It was not going to be too long of a hike anyway.
We set off on the trail and pretty soon the dense underbrush and thick foliage above us blocked out a fair amount of light, even in the middle of the day it was quite dim. I walked ahead of you to prevent you from accidentally walking into a spiderweb and you trailed behind me, looking nervously at some spiderwebs that were strung above us - with big thick bulging spiders, hanging like lead weights. You imagined them falling carelessly from their web and landing on your head - every random leaf that fell onto you spooked you.
One time I even heard you give a small shriek after a pinecone had hit your head. I chastised you, "Hey." I said, commanding, "don't scream like that, it makes me think you got hurt."
You nodded at me, your cheeks flushed slightly, embarrassed for letting your imagination run wild like a helpless toddler.
When we got to a small clearing, I made a joke about how it is too bad you do not want to have sex right now because this would be a great spot.
You looked at me with a look of dismissal, you were tired, hungry, sweaty, the last thing you wanted was for me to be doing anything to you.
I laughed at the look on your face and said I was just kidding around, but you just kept your "eat shit" face on. You definitely were not in the mood for my jokes.
After resting in the clearing for a minute and watching the birds snap at the squirrels, you followed me further down the trail - where it was previously sloping upwards, now we were headed steeply down an ever-smaller trail, where it goes so small that it was really only about the width of our feet. The air was cooler here, you could hear the rush of a waterfall nearby.
I turned back to see your exhausted face, sweaty and hair matted, clothes wet from perspiration, and I cracked another joke at you, "you said you weren't in the mood, but you look pretty wet to me!" And laughed.
You scowled and said, "wetter than you've ever made me." You did not find it funny at all, your stomach was twisted, and you were becoming a little more irritated at going on the hike in the first place. But it did kind of sound like fun, and you were not doing anything else anyway.
I could sense your hostility, I was becoming a little annoyed at your jumpy scared behavior - the waterfall was not much farther ahead anyway, that will be a good place to regroup.
We stopped at the bottom of the waterfall and drank some water. I indicated up at the waterfall and said there was a really nice spot behind it that gave this incredible view of the valley, but it was a difficult hike and dangerous.
The ledge was halfway up the 200ft tall waterfall, it sat just behind the water. If you reached out with your hand, you would be able to just skim the water as it fell 100ft below onto jagged rocks.
I know I saw so much resistance in your eyes, I could tell you were worn out and tired. I promised that the view would be beyond anything you have seen before and that it would be worth it. I apologized for my sex jokes earlier and you told me that it is fine, but that you just really were not in the mood at all. I acknowledged you and apologized again, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.
Eventually, you mustered up the courage and strength to brave the climb up to the waterfall ledge, 100ft above the little lake that it poured into.
I suggest that you walk ahead so I could help steady you, as the rocks were a little tricky to navigate. So, you led the way, me in behind and helping you climb up.
I remember that first rock that was a little too tall, your foot just barely reached it and stretched your pants tight against your ass. I could not help but look. At first, I did not really mean to, but every couple of steps, I just stared back at your ass. I noticed the crease from your butt cheek where it met your thigh, the curve of your legs and then just back up your thighs, right in front of my face... I started to get a little aroused just watching you climb. Every now and then you would turn back to me and say something like "this better be worth the fucking climb. My legs are killing me."
I stifled what I wanted to say and instead promised that it was an amazing view... I was watching your ass... and I was feeling some blood rush to my lower extremity.
The last part of the path that we had to squeeze through, sideways, with our faces against one wall and our back against another.
I watched you squeeze through first, your breasts compressed against the cold stone, and I imagined the pressure of it against your body and how the cold stone must make your nipples hard and how badly I wanted to crush you into me and bite your nipples... my thoughts ran wild again, and I felt my cock jump slightly.
I quickly pressed myself into the crevice, hoping to hide my election from you. I watched as you turned and looked out over the ledge at the waterfall and gasped at how beautiful the view was. I felt my rock-hard cock scrap against the stone, stimulating it with every move I made, making it harder and harder.
By the time I was halfway through the crevice, you were looking around the ledge, you bent down to look at some cool plants that had grown and I groaned slightly to myself and pressed my cock into the wall, deliberately, as though I were fucking it. I thought about the last couple times we fucked, how good it felt. My cock strained and I scraped my way through, my thoughts getting more and more sexual.
By the time I made it through, all I could imagine was fucking you. You turned and looked at me with a big smile, the view was beautiful and even though you were completely worn out, it really was worth it!
But I stared back at you, with a half-smile, almost a grin... like a lion looks at a helpless animal that it has set its sights on and was ready to devour.
Your smile faded slightly, and you gave me a quizzical look, almost asking, "is something wrong?"
I glanced sideways at the view, barely acknowledging it, just stepping towards you, and agreed that it really was beautiful. You smiled playfully punched me on the shoulder and said "thanks."
I felt your fist lightly brush up against my shoulder.
To me, it felt like fire against my skin. I felt my passion burn inside me and I reached out and grabbed your wrist and pulled you up near me.
