Sometimes, the temperature is so high and the sun beams so hot, you don’t even feel the sweat leaving your skin. When the desert heat finds its peak, the moisture evaporates as quickly as it forms.
That’s how the sexy pair knew their trek through a hidden rock valley in Joshua Tree National Park would be a challenging one.
The Hiker and the Climber made quite the duo at this point. She was traveling the U.S. for the summer, camping in her Jeep Wrangler wherever the wind called her to explore. Often at the foot of mountains or along the plains leading to some unexplored park, ready to be hiked the following morning. The Hiker often traversed paths and rivers and hills and caves by herself, but at the moment, she had a companion.
The Climber followed in a Wrangler of his own, his summer taking the same paths as hers. With his muscled frame, skin tanned from the unrelenting sun, and years of experience, he had everything he needed to accompany the Hiker and be her perfect counterpart for tackling the unknown.
The two had picked a good time to visit the park – during the week, when the number of people would be low, and disappearing into the distant rock formations far from the roads and paths was easiest. They were no strangers to national parks at this point, but today they were after something harder to find than usual:
The perfect echo.
These two had fucked like animals in national parks several times before. The excitement of finding the perfect spot, the allure of getting caught, and the animal energy that engulfs and arouses were enough to cross several of our nation’s best off the list.
Now, the pair was seeking something special. A location amidst the rock valleys that remained hidden from the eye, yet would bounce their cries and moans far into the distance. Like a mystery show for any passing animals, but only auditory. For wandering humans and other kinds of creatures alike.
How often can someone say they’ve fucked where anyone or anything can hear for miles around, but not a living being can see?
It’s a rare thing indeed.
The Climber and the Hiker were after this very rarity today. And they would get it. Just not in a way they ever expected. The two were not as alone in the desert wilderness as they thought they were. Lucky for them…
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Silence is a nice thing to share when climbing over terrain and hiking through the twists and turns. It lets the mind focus on the present, and the eyes sink into the surrounding nature. The Climber watched the Hiker lead the way, his eyes captured by the scenery.
This included the Hiker’s ass cheeks as they bounced and tensed with each step.
From sandy ground to stony steps, her toned calves and glistening thighs held the attention of the one that followed them. The Climber rarely missed a chance to bury his face between those cheeks and place his firm hands all over every inch of the rest of the Hiker’s form. The warmth of the sun held in her skin, the smell of coconut oil and sunscreen melting into both of them…
It was enough to make any hike a constant mix of arousal and exploration.
The arousal went both ways. Coming upon a large stone the size of three cars, the Hiker stopped and watched as the Climber took to it, seeking the best path around or over.
She looked up at his shoulders and forearms shifting shape in the sunlight, the muscles of his back moving as he monkeyed up and around the leaning rock. His hands were as talented and creative with finding finger-holds as they were with handling her.
She imagined his fingers pressing into the folds of her hair tied up in a knot, while she leaned her back against this massive boulder and dropped to her knees. His athletic shorts already barely covered his muscular thighs, so it wouldn’t take more than a second to pull them down enough for her to take him into her mouth and swallow him whole.
Nothing ignited her animal energy quite like sucking his cock when he least expected it. The taste of salt and sunlight and coconut is as good a hiking snack as any.
She took a swig from her water bottle. All this fantasizing and all the moving muscles in front of her were making her thirsty. Today, however, she was on a mission for the perfect echo. So a mid-hike dick snack would have to wait.
The Climber reached down a hand to help hoist her up. She was on top of the boulder with him seconds later. With one hand, he pointed to a spot in the near distance. His other hand slid down the small of her back, moving over her ass to grip it and pull her close to him.
“I think we found it. Covered by that hanging rock above, shaded enough to not be visible once we’re inside, but right in the middle of this gorge. The echo should be loud and go far.”
The Hiker rubbed her companion’s cock through his shorts. The prize was just up ahead.
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A few minutes later, they arrived at the small cave entrance-like opening under the rock overhang. The air was noticeably cool, with a slight breeze moving through and sun’s beating rays unable to penetrate. The sweat on their skin cooled with the temperature change.
Wasting no time, they got right to it.
The Hiker giggled as she pressed her chest against a smooth boulder three times her size, angled just right for propping her perky ass in the Climber’s line of sight. His hands moved to them just as her shorts fell to her ankles.
His cock was still swollen from her touch earlier. The anticipation had him half hard, and the sight of her from the rear was more than enough motivation to bring him to full mast. He maneuvered his own shorts down and moved forward, dick swinging as it met the Hiker’s wiggling cheeks.
She looked back at him and jiggled the fit booty, beckoning him to join in the fun.
His firm hands ran along one of her thighs and lifted her left leg. He lengthened it along the boulder, so her lower half stood spread open before him. She could feel his eyes on her, pussy exposed and ready for the taking.
The Climber spread his partner’s vulva with his fingers, the moisture a surprising wetness amidst the dry air. He spat into his hand and added it to the mix. Moans from the Hiker began immediately as nimble fingers worked their way in and out of her, gliding along the inside of her and massaging her clit just the way she liked.
The slapping of a fully engorged glans caught her attention. That cock was pulsing and ready to fill every inch of her. Every animal and living soul within miles was about to find out too.
The Climber instinctually released a primal grunt as every bit of his shaft pressed open the dripping lips and effortlessly disappeared halfway inside. The Hiker responded with a cry – half pain, half ecstasy.
Leaning his weight forward slightly, more of him pushed into her. He could feel her insides slowly taking more, inch by inch, tightening and beckoning him further. He’d worked hard to get here, to find this perfect spot. And now it blurred every inch of his vision and existence. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
On a summer day this hot, moisture evaporates immediately. So she wouldn’t stay wet for more than a minute. Thankfully, they came prepared. Good hikers really do think of everything.
Instinctually, she grabbed a small vial from the hiking pack. The coconut oil they’d applied to avoid the worst of the desert sun was truly multipurpose.
She poured half a handful of oil into her fingers and rubbed it on herself generously. The desert sun rays shimmered off her exposed clit, and the Climber was enamored. Whatever view he currently had was enhanced tenfold. There was something magical about the full length of his shaft revealing and disappearing, again and again, while the lips gripped tightly around it and the clit swelled more and more.
The moans of both started to grow loud enough to echo. Not that either noticed. They were lost in the moment. Lost long enough that the Climber didn’t notice
A small figure – on the ridge just above.
Only when it moved a little closer into his peripheral view did his attention waver from the Hiker’s glistening thighs and avert.
A woman. Standing close enough that she MUST HAVE heard what was happening. And close enough that the Climber could see the camera she was holding. But with the angle of the ridge, and the shadow of the overhang, it’s possible this stranger didn’t see the pair at all.
“Give me those balls.”
The Hiker’s fingers gripping around her man’s scrotum suddenly whipped his attention back to the task at hand and the pussy at cock.
In the midst of Sex Brain, The Climber slapped the bouncing ass cheeks and got lost again in the motion of his lover’s talented hips. Leaning against the boulder and moving the way she was, one might think she was twerking to a song. But she was moving that ass up and down every inch of him, spreading the coconut oil as she did. He was not sure how her legs and thighs were so nimble after such a vigorous hike, but he was thankful for her stamina.
She was thankful for his as well, crying louder and louder as she lost herself. One of her hands supported against the rock, while the other rubbed a slick, throbbing clit. The Climber’s balls slapped into it every time he thrusted, and her fingers’ pressure felt incredible against his shaft.
He glanced back up at the ridge. The stranger was now at a lower point, closer to eye level. She must’ve been able to see them, he thought. It looked like her camera was pointing down towards them. Hard to tell when one is so distracted.
But the Climber didn’t mind.
“She’ll head home with some extra nature shots she didn’t expect to capture.”
His devilish thoughts aroused him further, and he decided to put on a little show. Just in case that would put the two of them it into the Photographer’s dreams that night.
Pulling his cock out, he swiftly dropped to a squat and began eating the Hiker’s pussy from behind. The coconut oil felt warm and tasted good as it soaked into his beard, swirling with her own juices into an intoxicating medley.
The Hiker’s hand reached back and grabbed her man’s hair. She pulled his tongue in deeper. Her moans were yells now, animal-like and commanding. Her eyes closed as she moved her ass cheeks around the face cheeks that burrowed into them. The Climber’s hands massaged her thighs just below the ass. He had her sandwiched between sex and stone, no escape from exploring tongue and lips suctioning every fold.
The Climber breached the connection for just for a moment, pulling away to catch his breath before diving back in, when his eyeball caught movement nearby.
The Photographer. She stood a few yards away from them, holding her camera.
The Climber seemed less surprised than he expected he would be. No fear of nakedness, no interrupting sense of shame. Maybe it was the remote setting, maybe it was something else.
All he felt was… intrigue.
Something about the Photographer’s demeanor seemed to convey that she felt the same.
Should he have said something to the Hiker right away? Probably. But he decided to wait a few seconds. A few precious, captivating, FUCKING HOT seconds.
He kept his eye contact with the Photographer as he brought one of his hands to the Hiker’s waiting lips… and began to finger fuck her slowly.
A few pumps in and out, then he brought the fingers to his mouth. And sucked them dry. The Photographer smiled…
“Jesus Christ, she’s into it.”
He felt his balls tighten and quiver.
”Sorry to pass by.”
The Photographer’s words snapped the Hiker from her stupor. She turned to the other woman and froze. Like a deer in headlights. Like an opossum on the trail. Like a girl with her hiking shorts down at their ankles and her shiny ass facing the ancient stones.
“I’m out shooting today. You two were too close to not say hello, sooo… “
“Hello.” The Hiker said it like a dazed kid. She was still in shock.
But the Climber wasn’t in shock. In fact, the little performance for the camera-toting stranger had sent a jolt through his spine and straight to his groin. He was stiffer than the stone surrounding him and he used the confidence with an assertiveness that surprised even him.
“You can shoot us if you’d like. We don’t mind.”
The Hiker looked back at him. That look of “are you fucking serious!?”
He responded by standing up and slapping his shaft against her ass cheeks.
The Hiker shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
“I like crazy,” the Photographer asserted as she stepped a couple feet closer. Her words caused a nervous giggle to escape the Hiker’s mouth.
Before anyone could react further, the Climber slid his cock back inside.
The Hiker moaned. Loud and deep. As she pushed her weight back on the remaining inches of the waiting cock, she began breathing heavy and looked the Photographer up and down.
Their shared gaze was electric. The Hiker sent ravenous passion, and the Photographer sent back a sensual smile. The Climber watched eagerly. He could barely believe what was happening.
Strong hands moved into the Hiker’s scalp and fingers gripped the hair. The Climber’s lips came to her ear.
“And YOU – you like being watched.”
The Photographer brought the camera to her eye-line. She started moving like an artist, testing lighting and angles. Her nimble hiking boots scraped over rock as she perched on a ledge just an arms length away from the two animals in heat.
The Hiker’s back arched with the firm hands in her scalp and gripping her ass. She bounced back and forth, pounded by the movement behind her. The look of the Photographer behind her camera, focused on capturing the moment – it made the Hiker burst with extra wetness. She felt her juices running down the inside of her thighs. She imagined them pooling on the Climber’s balls. She envisioned the Photographer dropping to her knees and sucking those juices right off.
The Hiker’s imagination was overwhelmed. She needed it to become reality.
She used her free arm to pull the Photographer closer. The Photographer didn’t hesitate to get right next to the action. She was a pro, and not just with her expensive piece of equipment. The Climber wondered if she’d done anything like this before. He could barely manage to accept his current fortune.
The Hiker flipped around to face both of them. She hopped up onto the slanted stone she’d been leaning against, legs bending at the knees in a partial triangle shape so her hiking boots could grip the rock.
“I want to watch.”
She reached out to take the Photographer’s hand. The camera strap around the photographer’s neck tensioned as the camera fell from her hand. The Climber watched it sway slightly as the Photographer moved slowly toward the Hiker. Not because of hesitation, but rather, a palpable building energy as the two women moved closer to each other….
The Photographer’s lips met the Hiker’s. Their hands began caressing each other’s hips and shoulders. Fingers moved over the skin exposed by sports bras and low-riding leggings.
The Climber watched and stroked himself all the while. His hands moved to the Hiker’s thighs and glistening pussy lips. He rubbed her clit as the Photographer’s hands moved just above, massaging the Hiker’s breasts beneath the sports bra fabric.
The Hiker hastily pulled her top up to reveal the swollen nipples beneath, slick with the day’s perspiration. A hand on the Photographer’s neck gently directed lips down to the waiting nipples.
The sight unfolding in front of him sent the Climber into action. His cock pushed deeper into the Hiker. Her moans filled the secluded alcove once again.
The pair were achieving their goal magnificently. The perfect echo indeed. Anyone or anything hearing this would die to see what’s causing all that raucous.
The Photographer’s mouth grew bolder. Her tongue moved from the nipples farther south, dragging along firm, heaving stomach until it wasn’t far from the action below.
She looked up at the Hiker eagerly.
“Can I taste you both?”
A head nod is all the Hiker managed, her breaths heavy and quick.
The Photographer’s hands moved to the Climber’s shaft, caressing it in a soft, twisting motion as it disappeared and reappeared repeatedly. The Climber’s eyes rolled back again. He couldn’t imagine how his body could feel even better than it already did.
Today was full of surprises and revelations, however.
The Photographer’s hands gripped the shaft, pulling it out of the grippy labia lips locked tightly around. She aimed the head and shaft upward. The Climber had barely a moment to react, as he watched the Photographer stare at his manhood for the briefest of moments – then swallow it WHOLE.
No teasing the head, no gradual entry. She put the entire piece down her throat.
The Climber felt the stranger’s lips press against the edge of his balls, causing them to squeeze and send a spasm through his entire lower half. His calves locked, glutes fired, as the Photographer’s hand wrapped around his hips to keep him in place. She held him there for a couple seconds. It felt like time froze as he watched the sight.
Looking up, he saw the Hiker’s eyes. She was enamored at the miraculous sight as well.
The Photographer’s pouty lips gripped the shaft as they slooowly moved back towards the throbbing head. Like she was pulling every bit of flavor off, tasting both strangers at the same time.
When she pulled away, she let out a deep, long gasp. She looked at the Hiker and smiled wide. The Hiker smiled back.
The girls resynced their eye contact. Their lips came together again, as the kissing now grew animalistic and almost violent. The Hiker bit the Photographer’s lip as they made out. The Photographer responded by going for the neck, licking and nibbling it, initiating more moans.
The Climber felt a set of fingers cup his balls and squeeze them lightly. A reminder of how swollen and achy they were, ready to unload powerfully. It wouldn’t take much more. Not with these two tanned angels going at it right in front of him.
He leaned his hips forward and plunged his manhood back in.
With each thrust, the Hiker grew louder. Her moans became screams, as the Photographer sucked on her neck and multiple hands massaged her breasts and ass.
She felt completely covered by sensation, filled with energy, and consumed by lust. Her hands held on tightly to the Photographer’s form, which was perfectly balanced between muscly and supple. It grew sweaty as the Hiker’s fingers moved over it.
“I’m close.”
The Climber’s words brought the women’s attention to him.
“Me too. Don’t stop.”
The Hiker gripped the Photographer’s ass and pulled her close. Their eyes were just inches from each other.
“Either of you. Don’t stop.”
The Photographer laughed. Her fingers ran down the Hiker’s stomach and enveloped the swollen clit. The fingers kneaded the spread pussy lips and moved up and down. The Hiker felt herself move ever closer to climax.
The Climber felt the same. Every millimeter of his cock was supercharged and ready to fire.
The couple looked at each other, sharing a knowing of the approaching fireworks. They’d finished together a million times before. But not with a stranger’s eager hands leading the way.
Deep moans escaped the Photographer’s lips. She took a few seconds to reach her hand down to the middle of her hiking shorts. They were soaked. She pressed on her own mound through the fabric, watching the Climber’s powerful thrusting match the quickening pace of his breath.
“I’m gonna shoot it.”
The Photographer’s free hand grabbed her camera. Even she knew the time was nigh.
“Oh, Fuuuuck!”
The Hiker bore down hard as her orgasm spread over her. Hands all over her body doubled their efforts, squeezing breast and caressing the base of her scalp.
The internal tightening around him made the Climber hit the Point of No Return. He stayed inside as long as he could, before pulling out –
His orgasm overtook him, sending his hand into action. He stroked the cock violently as it aimed up and began firing cum far enough to reach the Hiker’s chest.
“Yeeesss!!!” The Photographer’s camera moved to her eye.
As she positioned it perfectly, the Climber shot his load all over the Hiker’s panting stomach and chest.
It roped around her nipples, along her abdomen and belly button. The Hiker stuck out her tongue and grabbed her own tits, as she knew her man enjoyed seeing it while he came. Her gaze was locked on him, convulsing in powerful release.
The Photographer’s hand circled around the base of the shaft, cupping the balls firmly. The feeling caused the Climber to spasm for another round, pumping even more cum onto the Hiker. It dripped down her pussy lips and fell to the rock floor below.
The sound of the shutter clicking caught the pair’s attention.
“That’s amazing.” The Photographer smiled at the small screen on the backside of her DSLR.
“Fucking hot. You two want to see it?”
She turned the camera to face them. Through the post-coital mental fog, they leaned towards the captured image.
A perfectly framed capture.
His cock, glistinening from coconut oil and pussy juice, with a little cum dripping at the end of it. The rest of his load spewed wildly across the Hiker’s torso, like a Jackson Pollack painting captured in natural lighting. At one edge of the photo, hands gripping breasts and a cute, pink tongue. At the other edge of the image, an unfamiliar hand held the base of the cock, like it was angling the piece of art for display.
An impeccably balanced shot of the scene, cast with just enough light to make the whole thing pop.
“Thanks for shooting us.”
The women pressed together for one last, slow kiss. The Climber took a mental picture for viewing later.
“Thanks for being my models.”
The trio started laughing and didn’t stop for a couple minutes as they cleaned themselves off and exchanged numbers.
They would all be heading home with new photos, new memories, and a new love of Joshua Tree.
