"Fill 'er up Ted," said Anna as she climbed out of her little sedan.
"Heading out, Goldie?" asked Ted as he walked over to the gas pump and lifted the nozzle to fill up her car. Ted was easily pushing seventy and didn't even work for the gas station. He just liked helping people out and chatting with the locals. The station's corporate bigshots didn't want him there and considered him a liability, but Doris, the gas station's manager, never seemed to mention anything to the elderly man.
"Yup, heading north today," Goldie replied. Born with naturally wavy golden blonde hair, it wasn't until Anna started school she realized her actual name wasn't Goldie. After kindergarten, all the teachers in the school called her by her nickname, and she only needed to explain why she didn't use Anna to the new ones. Most accepted the explanation after a quick glance at her hair. "The trails around here are getting a little too familiar," she continued. "I'm looking for some new scenery."
"You be careful, eh? Take some bear spray with you if you're going north. We've got some in the store. I don't want to hear you ended up a grizzly's lunch. You're too pretty for that."
"Aww, thank you, Teddy," she said before heading inside to pay and grab a few supplies for the trip. Her backpack was ready to go, but she wanted to grab some water and snacks for the road. At the counter, she saw the little canister labeled "Bear Spray" attached to a keyring. Its pink case made the target consumer obvious. Only black bears roamed the woods around her town, and they were so rare she hardly worried about them. But where she planned on hiking was a few hours north of here and definitely within grizzly country.
Plucking one of the bottles from the display, she tossed it on the counter with the drinks and snacks. Back outside, her car had a full gas tank, clean windows, and Teddy was just finishing up checking the oil. She tucked a five into the old man's breast pocket and gave him a kiss on the cheek as thank you before climbing back into her car and pulling out onto the highway heading north.
An avid hiker, Goldie loved nothing more than to spend an entire day wandering around in the woods outside her sleepy little town in western Canada. But today, she was venturing far from her usual trails in search of new vistas.
That was only part of the reason, though.
Like anyone who has been on a long hike, she occasionally needed to stop and answer the call of nature. On a particularly blustery afternoon, she became acutely aware of the breeze rustling through her tidily trimmed golden pubes and caressing her pussy as she relieved herself. Long after her bladder was empty, Goldie squatted there, enjoying the brush of forest air across her sex. It wasn't like it was the first time she peed out in the woods, but that day something awakened within her. Windy days quickly became her favorite time for hiking.
Her new activity progressed into leaning against a tree with her pants pulled down to her knees. She didn't touch her pussy as she stood there exposing herself. Not because she didn't want to but because Goldie knew her attitude towards these little adventures would change once she did.
A few weeks later, she finally succumbed, reaching down to tease her naked sex with her fingers. She came harder that day than she did using her largest dildo back home and had to drive home with the crotch of her pants soaked from where she squirted everywhere. After a few months, her little forays bordered on addiction. At least once a week, she wandered off the hiking trail and found a quiet place to play with herself while exposed to the surrounding forest.
Unfortunately, three weeks ago, someone nearly caught her. He was only stepping off the path to take a piss but ended up coming straight towards her hiding spot. Terrified, she froze in place as he did his business, praying that he wouldn't look in her direction and catch a glimpse of her standing behind a tree with her shorts and panties on the ground by her feet and her hands between her legs. She especially hoped he didn't hear the thin black butt plug humming away inside her rear. Anna didn't care much for getting fucked back there, but the slight buzzing of the toy in her ass often turned these masturbation sessions up to eleven. It was also why she slid her shorts entirely off since cumming hard enough to squirt was common when she used it out here in the woods.
Goldie almost cried with relief when the man finished peeing and walked back toward the trail.
She hadn't gone hiking since and was getting desperate to feel the forest breeze on her pussy again. Anna realized that traveling for hours just to sate her fetish was a bit extreme. Her chosen hiking trail was quite the drive and had terrible reviews online from being poorly marked and maintained, despite having some fantastic views along its path. Hopefully, its lousy reputation meant she wouldn't need to worry about other hikers bothering her.
A long, dull drive through the Canadian countryside later, she pulled into a tiny parking area off a dirt road. After apologizing to her car for making it bounce along the nasty ruts left by previous vehicles, she pulled her pack and walking stick out of the trunk. Goldie checked her water and food supplies one last time and pulled out her phone to turn off notifications only to see she didn't have any service anyway. Flipping it to airplane mode, so it didn't run down the battery, she checked the straps on her pack one last time before grabbing her walking stick and setting out.
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This was it, this was the place.
High atop a hill, the wind gusted through the trees as though inviting her to shed her clothing.
Dropping her pack next to a large boulder, she accepted the breeze's offer and pulled her shirt over her head, humming with happiness as air flowed across her nipples. With a final glance around to be sure she was alone, Goldie unbuttoned her khaki hiking shorts and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Swinging her hips back and forth as though teasing an unseen lover, she slowly dragged them down over her ass. She imagined the breeze showed its appreciation with a gust that nearly toppled her forward as Goldie pulled them down to her ankles. After a moment of wrestling her shoes through her shorts' leg holes, she laid them on her pack with her shirt.
Now it was just a thin strip of fabric hiding her sex from the surrounding forest. Slipping her thumbs under the string of her panties, she began swaying again in a slow dance. Half closing her eyes, Goldie imagined a handsome wind spirit watching her as she teased him with flashes of her pussy and ass. Her imaginary lover floated around her, the fingers of one hand brushing lightly over her skin as the other stroked his impressive cock.
Oh, how she wanted to be taken at that moment, to have her sylphid prince rip her panties off and fill her pussy. But that wasn't going to happen. He could only touch her with light brushes of his fingers and could never fuck her, no matter how much he wanted to.
Goldie pulled her panties down and moaned as she felt the cool breeze across the wetness coating her lips. Her imaginary lover knelt behind her, staring with reverent delight at the sight of her pussy and ass. It wasn't just some random gust of wind disturbing the golden hairs down there, but his breath. Pulling her panties the rest of the way off, she laid them on top of her shorts. The gusset was utterly soaked and might even be wet enough to seep into her shorts. It wasn't a big deal to her. She quite enjoyed the taste and scent of her pussy, and at the moment, driving back home with the car smelling like her aroused sex sounded like fun.
She looked around again but not with worry. Instead, a flash of disappointment crossed her face as her imaginary lover failed to appear. Not that she really expected him to, but the hope was there. Leaning over against the boulder, Goldie rested one arm against the lichen-covered rock while the other teased her nipples before sliding down her stomach and through her trimmed pubic hair.
