Purchased Knob Tattoo
I promised hiking stories. Here is the first one!
I loved hiking in the spring. The sunshine bounced off my cheeks, and I felt alive. My best friend, Sarah and I left late morning, so the air had warmed. She had scoped out a new trail and wanted me to see it.
“New boots, Rachel?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d break them in today. How strenuous is the trail?”
“It’s moderate. That should give the leather the space to bend and flex.”
Sarah picked good hikes for pace and a view. I loved to hike because it created extra energy for a good wank or a fuck at the end. That was me, sexually primed and cocked.
We were about halfway up the trail, having passed only three hikers. Two tourists and a wiry, weathered man who marched with a mission. So, when the group of nine brawny males came around the switchback, we took notice.
I love those moments when time stands still. Here we were, two women observing male specimens in a natural habitat. Pheromones in nature are potent, and theirs swirled around us. I knew which man was responding. We locked eyes as he brought up the rear of his group. Dirty blond hair, baseball hat worn backward on his head, impish grin. Sarah experienced a similar sensation with his hiking mate. Silent but active conversation flooded us. The other seven men marched down the trail as these two stopped.
I smiled. “You hike this trail much?”
Phew. An athletic mountain man, all sinew and sex appeal.
“No, we’ve been working at the research center up at the summit. Taking a break.”
“For me, it’s new, but my friend has hiked it. Right, Sarah?”
“Yeah.” She licked her lips and gawked at the silent burly man, who tilted his head, lifted his chin, and sniffed her scent.
“Maybe you ladies can show us a nice vista?”
I enjoyed my current vista. Sarah beamed and nodded.
“We can do that,” I said.
“I’m Bryan.” He jutted his thumb toward his friend. “This is my colleague, Tate.” Bryan turned his head and yelled downhill. “Hey guys, we’ll catch you later.
“I’m Rachel, and this is Sarah.”
We paired off. Sarah and Tate jumped ahead leading us up the mountain.
“What do you study, Bryan?”
“You study plant sex?”
He smirked. “I do.” He slowed our pace and observed me. “This semester’s textbook cover is downright pornographic.”
“What’s on it?” I glanced up the trail and saw that Sarah and Tate had passed a switchback and were out of sight.
“A flower opening with all the internal parts showing.” Bryan stopped by a blooming plant on the mountainside. “Like this.” He fingered it gently, and it caused my thighs to press together. It was as if he stroked my clit. He grinned.
“You don’t want a stamen and pistil lecture, do you, Rachel?”
“Nah, I’m more a hands-on type of learner.” He caught me staring at his “stamen” pressing against his hiking shorts. “Show me.”
He stepped forward. “Your scent is exotic and delicate. I caught it before I saw you on the trail. It made me hard then, and even harder now.”
“Let me unleash more.”
I took off my pack, set it aside and unfastened my shorts. As I pulled on the zipper, Bryan’s watchful eyes consumed me with his fire. Undoing my shorts for him opened my arousal door. I could smell myself. Steeped in nature and him, I looked around and then pushed my shorts and panties down. I backed myself up against the rocky mountain.
In a flash, he was on his knees with his face in my bush. I’d never seen someone move so fast in my life. He rubbed his face on me gathering my scent and blew on my skin. I fought to breathe. As his tongue swirled around my vulva and clit over and over, I clutched his hair confident I’d found earth heaven. He sucked so hard that when he pressed into me, my ass ground into the mountain.
“I’ve got a rock in my ass, and I hope you’re as hard as it is.”
He lifted his head as I peeked at him. “I’m harder. Ready for me to show you?”
“Are you in the ‘always be prepared camp’?”
He reached into his back pocket for his wallet, opened it and retrieved a condom.
“Then slap that sucker on and show me what you’ve got.”
There was no other foreplay needed.
When Bryan’s cock surged inside me, we became woods sex, animal sex, mountain lion sex, mountain goat sex. Mount… mount… mounting me. Rocked in two directions by the mountain and him. His primal grunts echoed down the trail. Mating hard and fast, full of grit and drive, I screamed. My orgasm broke through me like a tectonic plate shift. I rumbled, and so did he.
As I went limp, he gathered me up off the mountain wall and held me. His sweaty, sexed skin filled my nose, and his heartbeat thundered in my ear. A bird’s song filtered through the trees, light and airy. I don’t know how but I felt small and insignificant and large and powerful at the same time.
I let out a huge sigh, and Bryan shifted his position.
“I will brush off your ass.”
He reached around, and those warm hands met the imprinted stones and rock on my skin. He brushed with a tender touch like a researcher taking care of his specimen.
“You will have rock imprint tattoos.”
“I like evidence of epic sex.”
He chuckled. “I may not have the tattoos, but you imprinted your pheromone scent inside me.”
“Hey, you think I’m done with your stamen. This hike isn’t over. We’re summit bound.”
“I like it. Nature makes you one horny woman.”
“It does. I plan to mount you and ground you into the earth up there.” Wide eyes stared at me. I giggled. “Throw me a five, and we’ll name your tattoo, Purchased Knob.”
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Writing for Wicked Wednesday. Outdoor sex is wicked for some. Go see what others used with the curtain theme.