Please, Continue Counting
This is the second story in the Hiking Series. You can read the first here, Purchase Knob Tattoo.
After the switchback, we lost sight of Bryan and Rachel.
Sarah and I continued in silence up the trail. It was my usual quiet. When I have something to say, I say it otherwise I count.
I counted as I watched her sexy legs move. I counted as she pursed her lips.
When most women find out, they hate that about me. I’m a statistics guy, sue me.
Sarah glanced over her shoulder. “Do you think they’re doing it?” Well, she was direct.
“Yeah. I’m sure by now Bryan’s up close and personal with sexy lady parts. Sexual interest dripped off those two.” Sarah threw me a quizzical look. “I’ve learned botanists are wide open about sex.” I’d heard lots of details, which is why her scent fascinated me as our steps crunched on the rock trail.
“And you, Tate? Any sexual interest here in the woods?”
“I’m interested, but I’m not an outdoor guy.”
“Why are you hiking?”
“Team building, twice a month. We take part in group activities while we work on our botany research project up on the summit.”
“Your first group hike, huh?”
“No, it’s my second.” I licked my lips. “I saw you on my first one, at 3,285 steps.”
“You did?” The happy sound of her voice squeezed my heart.
“Yep. I thought you were sexy.” She stopped walking.
“Nice. How so?”
“I’m a leg man. I would follow your lean legs attached to that luscious ass anywhere.”
Sarah stopped. She cradled her breasts in her hands and jiggled them.
“I like the whole package. When I saw you with your friend today, and Bryan reacted, I knew it was my best chance.” I flexed my hands open and closed.
She raised an eyebrow. “Your best chance to get lucky?”
“A man can hope and dream.”
“So, if you don’t like sex outdoors, what do we do?”
“About having sex?”
“The research center is empty now. There is a room with a cool view that makes you think you are outdoors.”
“You’ve made me horny. Today is your lucky day. Lead on, stats man.” My mouth dropped open as Sarah’s pebbled nipples and heightened scent sealed the deal.
Humph, what are the chances? I calculated the odds.
“So that’s all it took to get lucky? Me telling you I was interested?”
“Well, yes. I go after what I want. Can’t you feel our chemistry?”
“I’m feeling a lot of things. We have 2,651 steps to go.”
Sarah shook her head. She grabbed my hand, and we strode upward. “Tell me about your counting catalog.”
As we climbed to the summit, I regaled Sarah with my crazy stats inventory and how I’ve counted since I was a child because it soothed me. When we reached the top, we took in the breathtaking summit view.
“What’s that number, Tate?” No flinching occurred with the question. That was a great sign.
“The number of times our hands swung back and forth together.”
Sarah grinned. She rose on her toes and grabbed my face. She planted the softest kiss on my lips, but I didn’t expect how her lips and tongue would rule. They were the engine of this sex train, and her heat seared my mouth. The contrast to the fresh mountain air stunned me.
“That’s one.” I touched my fingers to my mouth, and she winked as I opened the door to the screened porch that faced the mountain ranges and the valley. “I’m into stats now, too.” She laughed.
“Will this location do?”
“It’s perfect.” She paused for a moment with a contemplative expression. “Tate, does a number discussion ramp up your sexual desire?”
“Not usually, but today it has.”
“I’m finding it hot.”
Well, that had never happened before.
Sarah headed to the oversized couch. She sat and swung her legs up on the cushions. As she laid down, she took my hand and pulled me on top of her. Our sweaty arousal encased us after it had circled the room, at least five times.
“Do you enjoy a forward woman?” She burrowed her face into my neck and placed kiss number two on me adding tongue flicks.
“I’m becoming a fan. I believe if a woman knows what she wants, then get out of her way.”
Her lips trailed up my neck to my ear, and she nipped my lobe.
“And me? What do I want?”
“I don’t know yet, but I’m dying to see.” She slid her hands into my back pockets and squeezed my ass. My hard cock jerked. She pushed her pelvis against it gauging my response. My breathing faltered.
“Shorts off, Tate.”
Now her plan unfolded. I rolled out to shuck off my pants. Sarah wiggled hers down, and the view was more spectacular than the mountain range. I waited for my next instructions.
“I’m glad this couch is extra wide, it’s perfect for our ’69’ licking session. Lay down.”
When I positioned myself on the couch, my cock looked like a compass arrow pointing north. As Sarah swung her sweet little booty over my face, I got a good whiff. This aroma had to be the female heaven that made up the botany boys’ constant pheromone talk. She settled her knees beside my hips. I pressed my thumbs up under her butt and spread out my fingers to get a good hold so I could work her body. I planned to push, pull, stroke, and squeeze an orgasm out of her.
“Hmmm. Magic hands, Tate. How’s your tongue action?”
My gift. I glided my tongue through her wet seam like a hot scoop dipping into berry cobbler. She squirmed and moaned. While I situated my tasting feast, she acquainted herself with my cock and balls. Talent must be her tongue’s name. God, she could stroke, lick, and hum and I gave as good as I got. We had latched onto one another like beggar lice to socks. You couldn’t tell where she stopped, and I started. Never had sex been this glorious. She consumed me. With my cock entirely down her throat, I rode the endless loop of pleasure between us. Her thighs clamped around my head as I engaged my best tongue skills. We were close. When the sun broke through a cloud so did our orgasms. We quaked as one until our tremors subsided.
Afterward, the infinity symbol roamed around in my head, and I traced it over and over on Sarah’s butt.
“Tate, you okay?”
“Yeah, just enjoying the afterglow of sex and math.” I pushed her forward, and when she turned, I pulled her half-naked body onto mine.
“You counted, didn’t you?”
“Well…” Sarah gaped at me. “You’re fun to tease.”
She dropped her cheek on my chest and sighed.
“I like our almost outdoors sex.”
“If you tell me when you guys are back, we can continue our fun.”
“The first and third Saturdays. For an entire year.” As she chuckled, it registered that she was tracing the infinity symbol on my chest.
I never told her I counted during our couch activities.
Sex and numbers, my kink.
Maybe I’ll tell her next time or show her.
The writing prompt for Wicked Wednesday was “continue,” so I did. See what wicked stories you can read.