“Come on, babe, you’ve got to try these shorts,” Holly’s husband, Mark, said with a mischievous grin as he handed her the tiny denim shorts.
She took them with a laugh, holding them up to her waist. “You’re not serious.”
“They’re perfect for your hikes,” he insisted. “They show off your amazing legs, and they’re a gift.”
Holly, 39, petite and fit, eyed the shorts with skepticism. Her long wavy brown hair fell over her glasses as she stepped into them. They barely covered her matching black lace g-string. “I don’t know, Mark. These are pretty…”
“Sexy,” Mark finished for her, kissing her neck. “And that’s what makes them perfect. You’re going to look so hot out there.”
The next day, the sun shone brightly as Holly set out on the hiking trail near her home. She felt a thrill of excitement at the daring choice of her outfit. The clean air and warm breeze whispered through the trees, making her feel alive. She’d been married to Mark for over a decade and had never felt more in love or more satisfied with their sex life.
As she strolled, she heard faint sounds of passionate moaning. Her curiosity piqued, she veered off the path and found a young couple engaged in a heated love-making session. Holly’s cheeks flushed as she took in the sight of their tangled limbs and sweat-glistening bodies. She knew she should leave, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The sight of the woman’s breasts bouncing as the man pounded into her was too much to resist.
Without realizing it, Holly’s hand drifted to her own chest, gently squeezing her small but firm breasts. The moisture between her legs grew as she watched the raw, uninhibited passion before her. She squatted down, hidden by a thick set of bushes, and began to touch herself over her shorts. The sensation was electric, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp.
As she became lost in her own private world, she failed to notice the sound of footsteps approaching. Suddenly, a tall, thin man with a clean-shaved face and dark hair was standing next to her. She froze, her heart racing. The stranger put a finger to his lips, signaling for her to stay quiet. Her eyes widened, but she remained still, her hand buried in her shorts.
He glanced over at the young couple, his gaze lingering on the erotic display before looking back at Holly. His cock was already swollen in his hand, and the sight of it made her pulse quicken. He was at least 35, with a lean, muscular build, and his erection was substantial. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, but something about the situation was too tempting to resist.
The stranger’s cock grew closer to her face as he stroked himself, and she found her hand moving to join his. Her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, and she felt the heat and power of his arousal. She licked her lips, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and the stranger leaned in, his cock brushing against her cheek.
Her breath hitched as she tasted the salty precum on her lips. Before she could react, the man pushed his cock into her mouth, filling it completely. He began to fuck her mouth with a ferocity that she’d only experienced with Mark during their wildest moments. Despite the shock, she couldn’t deny the arousal that washed over her. Her own hand was a blur between her legs, and she could feel the warmth of her juices coating her fingertips.
The stranger’s grip tightened on her head as he watched the couple in the throes of passion, using her mouth as if it were his own personal playground. Holly’s eyes watered, but she didn’t dare pull away. The thrill of the unknown and the sheer depravity of the act had her completely under his spell. She moaned around his cock as she felt her own orgasm building, her body trembling with every thrust.
With a final, forceful push, he came, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky cum. Cum filled her mouth so much it began to leak from her lips and drip onto her t-shirt. She swallowed, the taste foreign but strangely exhilarating. The stranger stepped back, zipped up his pants, and gave her a knowing smirk before disappearing into the woods, leaving her kneeling there, her face and chest dotted with his seed.
The young couple eventually finished their romp and disappeared into the trees, leaving Holly alone with her thoughts and the sticky residue of the stranger’s pleasure. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her mind raced with what had just happened, but she couldn’t ignore the intense satisfaction that radiated through her body.
Standing, she brushed the dirt from her knees and made her way back to the trail, her legs wobbly and her shorts clinging to her drenched pussy. The encounter had left her feeling both guilty and incredibly alive. She knew she had to go back to this spot again, to find that strange thrill that had her questioning her own boundaries and desires.
Back at her Jeep Wrangler, she changed into fresh clothes and tried to clean up as best she could with the wet wipes she kept in the glove compartment. She made a mental note of the time and date, knowing she’d be returning for more of this illicit excitement.
When she returned home, Mark was still tinkering with his car, oblivious to the secret she now held close. So Holly was able to sneak inside the house without her husband seeing her; a lucky break.
As she showered, the water washing away the evidence of her escapade, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of her next visit to the secluded spot on the hiking trail. It was just a blowjob, she reasoned with herself, but the reality was that it had been an intense, thrilling encounter that had awakened a side of her she never knew existed. She easily talked herself into thinking that a blowjob wasn’t the same as sex and therefore it was not cheating. She loved the way she used her own logic to escape guilt.
Hiking soon became Holly’s favorite hobby, and although she didn’t find such sexual situations every time she went hiking she soon learned what trails and what spots had a higher likelihood of finding such situations.
Holly spent nearly every Saturday out on the trails. It had become something she looked forward to while working Monday to Friday in the office. A reason to enjoy the weekends that much more.
