Brace Yourself

Hike

The phone rang as she was rinsing her coffee cup, ready to head out the door. She paused for a moment, then sighed and hurried to to the kitchen to pick it up before the machine did the job for her. She stole a glance in the hallway mirror as she passed, admiring her new hiking outfit. Simple, khaki shorts and a plaid top, but she looked good in it. Hours at the gym had paid off, and the winter pounds that always seemed to sneak up on her were almost nonexistent. Hmmm, her ass could still use a little work.

She answered the phone and was immediately filled with a sense of impending disappointment. Cynthia. Begging out. Swamped with work, going to have to go in on a Saturday. What a load. She had left Cynthia at midnight the night before, getting her to promise not to stay out too late, promising that they would head out at 9 for their first hike of the Spring. She knew in the back of her mind that this would likely happen. Hung over, of course. Then she heard a deep, muffled voice in the background. Cynthia half-stifled a giggle and ended the call with a promise that they would do it next weekend.

She wasn’t furious, as she would have imagined; she was merely sad. Let down again, by one of many friends who seemed to both put their friendship second and who seemed to get way more action than she did. This had been a problem ever since she left Nick. Nick. Ugh. She hated the way that her disdain was equaled by the heaviness she felt in her lower belly whenever she thought about him. He had been the last guy she slept with. How long had it been? Jesus, was it seven months already? She shook her head at the memory of seeing him leaping out of bed, out of their bed, cock still hard and glistening with another woman’s lust, explanations streaming from his lying mouth as his dick told the truth to her. She hadn’t taken any of his calls, hadn’t answered any of his texts, ignored his e-mails. She found a new place, let him have the old one, and had friends (was Cynthia one of them?) pick up her stuff a week after the incident. The incident. How could she think of it like that? It was the end. The betrayal. The start of another sad chapter in her life.

She shook herself free of the memories and stood up. No way was her day going to be ruined. No fucking way. The weather was perfect, a forecast in the 70’s, sunny, no wind. The City was even free of fog. The foothills would be fantastic. And it was still early enough, both in the day and in the season, that the crowds wouldn’t be too bad. She strolled to her car and was off.

25 minutes later, she stood at the trailhead. The lot was full, and people were seemingly all headed in the same direction. She looked at her phone, going over the map application that set out all of the possible routes to take. There was one headed in a direction almost to the opposite of that taken by all of the hikers. She looked behind her and saw a less well-maintained path that went straight uphill. Perfect. Challenging enough to keep all but the serious hikers from heading that way. She needed to be alone with her thought, needed to unwind. Needed to be away from the masses. She took a swig from her water bottle and set off up the hill.

The path was fantastic. Lush trees and huge bushes lined the sides, with deep blue sky overhead. She was breathing heavily and had already begun to sweat by the time she crested the first hill. The view took her breath away. Rolling hills, covered with still-healthy grass, stood between her and the distant ocean. She could see no other hikers - she felt like she was the only person in the world. She heard the birds cheerfully greeting the sun, heard the insects singing, felt at peace, almost. She could not shake the sadness, though, the emptiness that seemed to surround her very core.

She walked for an hour, not really caring where she was headed. The way back was simple, as she only took the right forks in the path, knowing that lefts would take her home. She lost herself in thoughts, in memories, in the beauty of the day, enjoying the peace and qui-

She heard something, someone, maybe, off to her right. She stopped and listened. Yes, that was definitely a voice. A woman’s voice. Was she crying? Hurt? She saw a very narrow path through the undergrowth and headed down it. The voice became clearer as she moved, guttural, gasping, sounding almost as if - no, no way. It couldn’t be. But she slowed nonetheless, and crept forward almost silently.

The path opened into a small, almost perfectly circular clearing. She peered through the branches that formed part of the perimeter, breath stopped in her chest, overwhelmed by what she saw.

A woman, a beautiful, gasping, thrashing woman, lay on her back on a large blanket in the middle of the clearing. She was completely naked. Her breasts, round and firm, heaved with her breathing. her legs were wide, each thigh held in the hands of a man whose face was buried between her thighs. The woman’s blond head was pointed straight at her, so she looked down her torso at the top of the man’s head. She marveled at the way he licked her, so aggressively, so firmly, then slowing and flicking her with his tongue. From the woman’s response, he definitely knew what he was doing. The woman bucked and screamed, and the man’s fingers gripped her thighs more tightly as he focused on one spot, likely her clit, his tongue lapping at her like a dog. The woman screamed and came and came, the fingers of one hand intertwined in his thick brown hair while the other tore the grass from the earth.

The man was very fit, muscles moving and bunching in his shoulders and arms. He wasn’t too muscular, though, looking more like a climber or a swimmer than a bodybuilder. Tan, not too hairy, nice, broad shoulders. She caught glimpses of his face, strong cheekbones, white teeth, green eyes. He stood and her eyes fell to his cock. She gasped. it was perfect. not too long, maybe 7 inches, but thick. and so hard. It looked like a piece of iron. Her hand absently fell to her crotch and she touched herself through her shorts…oh, that felt so good. Her fingers pressed hard, finding her heat, finding her need, and she rubbed her clit through the rough fabric. Her other hand slid between the buttons of her shirt and her fingers burrowed beneath the underwire of her bra, finding and gripping her hard nipple. She pinched it between thumb and forefinger and let out a low moan. Eyes closed, she tilted her head back and worked herself higher, higher, imagining his hands on her thighs, his mouth on her, his tongue working her over, and then his big, hard cock driving deep into her. She bit her lip and tried not to moan again. She stole a peek at the couple in the clearing.

He was looking straight at her, a half-smile on his lips. She gasped and crouched down, trying to hide in the bushes. She peered out at the man, who was still staring at her. He beckoned to her, crooking his forefinger and drawing it toward himself.

Come here.

She sat for a moment, mind furiously working. Should she run away? Should she hide deeper in the brush? Embarrassment and shame filled her. She could not believe that she had been so stupid. She glanced back at the clearing.

The woman was now turned as well, smiling at her. the couple was so calm, so beautiful. So sexy. The woman beckoned to her as well. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and stood. Her feet seemed to move with a will of their own, carrying her out onto the grass, into the sun, toward the couple, who lay without making any attempt to cover themselves. She noticed that the man was still quite hard. Her pussy twitched as she saw this.

“Ummm, I am so sorry, I feel absolutely terrible, you must think I am some kind of a nut case. I was just trying to clear my head and take a nice hike, and I heard you guys, and I know it’s totally horrible that I did that. Oh, my God, I am so sorry.”

The couple’s grins simply grew wider.

“You’re beautiful,” the woman said. Her voice was sultry, sexy. She could hear the sex in her. She looked at the woman’s body. Up close, she looked like a centerfold, but with more curves. Narrow waist, full hips, toned yet very womanly. The woman had either shaved or waxed everything, leaving her smooth and hairless. She smiled in acceptance of the compliment and felt a flush rise in her cheeks. She felt herself get heavy in the lower belly, and the flush slid downward as well.

The man still smiled at her. She didn’t know what to say. The three stood looking at one another for several long seconds. She began to feel uncomfortable, and stammered out the beginnings of another apology as she turned to leave.

“Don’t leave,” the man said. His voice was low. So low and quiet. Yet so powerful. She turned back to him. He was crooking his finger at her again.

Come here.

His green eyes locked onto hers. The lust in them, the sexuality, was palpable. He was gorgeous. He was sex personified.

She walked toward them. Stopped at the blanket.

The woman smiled up at her, then got to her knees and traced her fingers along her arm. The skin reacted, goosebumps rising, her breath quickening.

He was beside her then, his presence strong, the heat from his body like an open furnace. His body was perfect. She looked down at his cock. It was larger up close, throbbing lightly with each heartbeat. He touched her hair. Her cheek. her throat. His fingers found the top button of her blouse, then the next, and then she was standing in her bra, and the woman was sliding her shorts down, and her breasts were free and naked, and the elastic of her panties was digging into her ass and then protesting as it moved down her legs, and she was as they were, totally bare, nipples hard, breath coming in shallow gasps, so full of lust and fear and excitement. She moved her hands to cover herself in a moment of shyness, but the man caught her wrist.

“No. You’re beautiful.” And she was.

The woman’s fingers were tracing her stomach, her hips, her thighs, while the man’s fingers touched her collarbone, then her shoulder, then he cupped her breast, heavy in his hand, and drew hid thumb across the nipple, sending sparks through her belly and deep into her. She felt a rivulet of her wetness trickle down her inner thigh, and then the woman’s finger swept it off. She looked down and saw the woman touch the finger to her tongue, looking up at her, and then drawing the digit into her mouth, sucking it deep. She had never seen anything so erotic.

The man bent to her breast, kissed the nipple lightly, then moved to the outside of her breast, covering the taut skin with his lips, his tongue, moving to the underside, sucking the skin into his mouth, then sliding back to her aching nipple and drawing it deep, tongue rolling over the nub, lips and teeth holding her steady as his tongue moved over her, making her moan, making her knees weak, and she started to fall.

He cradled her easily, hand in her low back, mouth still fastened to her breast, while the woman cupped her buttocks and helped lower her to the blanket. Her head was light, spinning. She had never felt such overpowering desire. She felt the woman’s fingers on her inner thigh, and she parted her legs. Fingertips played along her swollen pussy lips dancing up one and down the other, lightly dipping into her wetness and using her juices to lubricate their travel. She felt the fingers circle her clit, then lightly rub it, and she almost came right then, moaning loudly, and his mouth found hers, lips soft and strong, his light stubble rough against her chin, her cheek.

She felt the woman’s hair brush her thigh, ticking her, and she ached for her mouth. She spread her legs wide, and felt the woman’s mouth on her inner thigh, then the other, then her pubis, taking its time, and she grabbed the woman’s hair and all but shoved her face into her soaking wet pussy.

The woman kissed her, lips on lips, then again, then kissed her clit, which made her arch her back to meet the touch. She felt a tongue trace her pussy lips, then circle her clit, and then flick it, and she exploded, coming faster and harder than she ever had before. The man’s tongue was deep in her mouth, and she sucked it, drawing it desperately into her mouth, one hand tangled in his hair, riding the wave of her orgasm as the woman’s persistent tongue bathed her clit, covered it, swirling across, over, around, tossing her on wave after wave of pleasure as she cam and came, the orgasm almost too m, and she tried to pull away, but the woman held her steady and increased her rhythm, increased her pressure, and slid a finger into her, and the peaks grew higher, the orgasm intensified, and she screamed into the man’s mouth as she threatened to explode into a million bits of light and desire.

Overcome with lust, she grabbed the man by the shoulders, feeling the taut musculature tense beneath her fingers. She urged him upward and he complied, sliding his torso in front of her face. She leaned to take his nipple into her mouth, feeling it harden as her own had done, hearing him gasp as she nipped at it, flicked it, suckled on it. Her hands found his ass, hard as stone, and she gripped it tightly, pressing his erection against her stomach. Her hands found him, and he literally leaped in her fingers, almost a live thing. She gazed at the length of him, touching the rim of his head, tracing a nail along the thick shaft, gently massaging and then fondling his balls, tight against his body.

Upward, upward, kissing his belly, touching the ridges of his abdominal muscles with her tongue, darting into his navel, and then, finally, meeting his tumescent cock. She gripped it in both hands and marveled at it. The size, the beauty, the perfection of the organ. She kissed the head and tasted the salty droplet at the tip. She ran her tongue along the underside, back, up, and took the head into her mouth. It swelled as she lightly sucked it. She slid the length of him into her mouth, feeling every nuance of him as she took him deeper, slowly, until the tip nudged the top of her throat. She grabbed the base and worked it as she withdrew him, lips fastened onto the thick shaft to increase the pleasure of her mouth on him. She glanced up at him and saw his beautiful head thrown back, mouth open, enjoying her service.

The woman’s fingers were inside her, moving, pressing, finding every pleasure-inducing nerve, fucking her slowly. She felt her slickness coating the woman, felt her oozing pleasure and desire. She felt herself slip out of herself, lose awareness of any semblance of self-consciousness, embarrassment or barriers, and became, for the moment, a being of pure lust and desire.

The man pulled away. She reluctantly let his beautiful prick free. The woman rolled her onto her knees as the man moved behind her. The women’s eyes met.

“Do you want him inside you?”

Yes. She had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life.

She felt hands rolling her over, onto her back, the perfect blue sky above her. Then the girl’s face was before her, smiling, flushed, and the girl kissed her, soft lips on her own, gentle, so much gentler than a man’s, and her lips parted and she reached out for the girl’s tongue with her own. Fingers held her face, cupped iit, and her own hands found the softness of the girl’s breasts, so much fuller than her own, the nipples hard between her fingers. She pulled them as she liked her own to be pulled, and the girl moaned into her open mouth, then mashed her lips hard in response, tongue deep and insistent.

She felt her legs being spread, and hard thighs moving between her own. She hear the tearing of a wrapper just as the fear of some unwanted residue of this encounter flitted across her mind and she relaxed. She could not see the man, only feel his hands, his thighs, and then the head of his large cock as it rubbed against her aching clit, over and around, until she lifted her hips, begging him to fill her. She felt the tip nudge her lips apart and then he was inside her, stretching her, and she moaned into the girl’s mouth. Deeper he went, filling her completely, his perfect cock sliding further and further, until she felt as though he may be too big, too much, the pleasure too great, and then his balls nudged up against her ass and she heard him sigh. His hardness slid out, until only the tip remained, the ridge of the head muted by the latex sheath, pausing for a moment and then driving in again, and again, and again, and she felt herself coming immediately, overwhelmed by the cock deep inside her, the hands gripping her hips, the balls slapping against her ass, the soft lips on her own, the perfect breasts and skin beneath her fingertips.

Up she went, higher and higher, until the earth split and she lost all awareness of anything outside of her screaming nerves, her spasming pussy, the cock ramming into her, over and over, and she screamed until her throat was parched and raw, and she felt as though she may actually explode into millions of pieces from the pleasure. He slowed, withdrawing from her finally, and kissed her fluttering belly, her heaving chest. The girl stroked her hair, her cheek, her jaw, looking deeply into her eyes, smiling a small, happy smile as she did.

She watched a hawk, riding high on the spring breeze, wheel and head toward the sea.