Our hike felt perfect: the fresh air, the scenery, the mild exertion, and the time to think in between the small bits of conversation. I enjoyed watching her, not just the incredible way her ass moved in her hiking shorts, but how she moved. Her gait over the uneven ground of the trail was athletic and lithe, and yet alluringly feminine. Some people think of the word feminine in strictly caricature terms – exaggerated weakness or overly prissy or girly, and I totally don’t mean that. I believe that is unhelpful and inaccurate. Women often exude their feminine energy in ways they may not be fully aware of. In the differences lay the attraction, the mystery, and the allure, and Natalia’s feminine style of hiking came through with every step and swing of her arms. Of course, it is much more than a physical trait, though it can manifest in tangible ways that look different from one woman to the next.
I had brought a map and a compass along for the hike. After my wife had died, when I was cutting back on the drinking, I started spending weekends outdoors. I had learned a lot about land navigation from my years in the Infantry, and I enjoyed the woods. The large state park had become a favorite place. While exploring the park, I discovered a small waterfall and pool located in a small bowl-shaped terrain feature. Away from the main trail, it lay along the side of one of the major ridge lines. As soon as Natalia and I decided to take a hike, the location came to mind. I wanted to show it to her because I knew she would love it, but I suspected we might end up doing more than just hiking and enjoying the scenery.
Natalia didn’t hesitate when we reached the place where we were going to go off-trail. As we climbed, I mainly stuck to animal trails, which tended to ascend the slope diagonally, rather than straight up. I had no problem remembering some of the terrain features, and before long, we heard the sound of water on rocks getting louder. When the falls and the pool came into sight, Natalia laughed gleefully, moving ahead.
“É lindo!” she exclaimed, looking around, “I love it!”
Natalia became very playful, exploring the area. She climbed around the rocks, giggling, a big smile on her face, beckoning me to follow. I climbed after her, and we started moving from rock to rock until we neared where the water was coming down. The stream flowed over a ledge above us and dropped straight down, hitting a cluster of flat rocks before rushing down to the still pool, which appeared to be a naturally formed little reservoir. There was an area behind the waterfall that had hollowed out, large enough for us to walk through. We climbed up and stood on a cluster of rocks behind the fall. The stream wasn’t large, so the volume of water coming down wasn’t deafening. We were able to talk easily.
Natalia took out her phone and took a selfie, then I took one for her, then we took one of us together. Holding each other for the photo, we turned toward each other and kissed. Natalia’s arms went around my neck, and my hands slid around her small waist, then down to cup her ass. The kissing chemistry with Natalia was always incredible, and this kiss deepened right away, our mouths opening and tongues touching. I felt her body pressing against me, trying to get some pressure on her pubic mound. I shifted one thigh forward and pulled her ass to assist with the grind. She gasped into our kiss, and we broke apart for a second, both of us breathing hard. The look we exchanged showed we both had the same thing on our minds.
Instead of letting me take her right there, hiking shorts around her ankles, bent over holding the rock, Natalia smiled and giggled, then broke away running. Going rock to rock like a gazelle, she went back toward the little pool where we had dropped our packs. It was clearly a challenge, and as worked up as I was, I didn’t want to end up busting my ass on a slippery rock. As soon as she was near the pool, she started stripping out of her clothes. Shoes and socks came off first, then her shirts, shorts, and panties. She waded into the cool water laughing, then looked back at me, smiling. She looked like a goddess to me, a naked young nubile huntress like Diana. As she turned to look over her shoulder, her nude body seemed to have achingly perfect proportions as if some ancient Greek had painstakingly sculpted her. As I started to strip off my own clothes, I fixated on her ass, with its rounded cheeks and dimples, and just the exact right blend of muscle and cushion.
As I stepped into the cool water, I shivered but moved toward her, captivated, my cock beginning to thicken and arch forward. She giggled as I came close and grabbed it, jerking it playfully. Then she backed away, still smiling mischievously, tugging on my now stiffened cock. I laughed and splashed as she pulled me by my cock. Soon we were immersed in the cool water. We swam, touched, kissed, and splashed. I kept wanting to grab her and feel her, pull her to me, but she was quick and more interested in teasing me than being caught. It didn’t matter. I adjusted to the coolness of the water until I didn’t even notice it, and we played there together, making up random games. I lost track of time for a while and felt very light and happy just being with her in such a beautiful place. Then, in one area of the pool that was deep enough to stand with water up to our shoulders, we stopped, embraced, and kissed. Her legs came around my waist, and her arms around my neck, her body partly buoyant and light in my arms. She reached down behind her, feeling for my cock, wanting me to put it in. I wasn’t sure how well her arousal fluid would enable me to fuck her underwater, and it turned out to be unnecessary; she rode my cock without putting it inside, sandwiched between my belly and her clit.
Wanting more, I set her down in front of me and started guiding her, pushing her toward the shallower water. I aimed us toward a large, waist-high rock and stopped near it in calf-deep water. I pushed on her back, bending her forward. She understood what we were doing and spread her legs and braced herself against the rock.
“Me fode bem gostoso!” she said, looking back at me, biting her and arching her back. I started working my cock up and down her slit, then pushing my wide glans into her.
“Yessss,” she hissed as my cock started to stretch her. With a few pushes and pulls, I managed to get my cock fully into her. Despite the washing effect of the stream water, Natalia’s creation of arousal fluid quickly enabled me to start long, slow strokes. When I pulled out, my cock glistened with a coating of slippery nectar that glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the trees.
The water made her supple, smooth skin a little slippery, so I reached up to grab a fist of her wet hair, pulling her head up.
“Aaaagghhh!” she exclaimed, her mouth staying open, as I began to ram her harder and deeper. Getting into a steady clap, clap, clap rhythm, she started pulling forward and pushing back to meet each of my forceful thrusts. As her orgasm started to draw close, streams of profanity in Portuguese mixed with incoherent cries erupted out of her. Looking down at the collision of our bodies and catching sight of her cute little anus, I slid one hand over her ass and slid my thumb down her crack. Catching some of her slick fluid from my cock, I began rubbing around the rim of her asshole. Pushing the tip of my thumb into the tight rubbery ring of muscle, I felt it giving way, and I added some spit, working it in and out until my thumb was buried. As I hooked my thumb slightly upward, using it for purchase, I heard Natalia’s stream of cries and sound hit a higher octave. I could feel my cock through her inner membranes against the back of my thumb, and I pushed down a little to squeeze her and increase the friction.
“AAAHHH! AAAAHH!” she practically screamed, her sounds absorbed by the surrounding trees, as her orgasm began. I reached around her, leaning forward, and just held her against my chest as she convulsed, my hands sweeping up to knead her breasts. My goal had been to make her cum, and I probably could have allowed myself a release, but I held off because hers was so intense and sweet, I didn’t want to distract her from hers.
After she shivered through the post-orgasm tremors, I turned her around, and we kissed. My cock, still fairly hard, had begun to gradually deflate. She snuggled against me for a bit and reached down to stroke it idly.
“I loved that,” she said, smiling up at me. “You make me cum so much. I’ve never experienced anything like that.” I just smiled in response, kissing her head.
“But you didn’t cum yet,” she said, making a little frown. “I want you to cum.” She started to squat, but I stopped her.
“It’s okay, baby,” I said, “the day is young… and I’m about to turn into a prune standing here in the water.”
“You’re so good to me, David,” she said, her voice wavering. “I don’t want this to stop.” It was obvious that “this” referred to more than just that one session of fucking. It meant the whole insane, unexpected, unlikely romance.
In reply, I just pulled her up into an embrace, pulling her off her feet, and we kissed again.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said as I set her back on her feet on the tiny sandy strip bordering the pond.
“Oh, I love surprises!” she said, smiling. “What is it? What?”
“I will show you,” I replied, moving toward my clothes.
“Are you hungry yet?” I asked her.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, “I’m starving.”
“Yeah?” I said, chuckling, “Me too. Sex munchies.” It was almost lunchtime, but we had definitely been working up an appetite.
I had a quiet meadow in mind for lunch. Located where a spur flattened out on the side of the ridge, it was surrounded by trees.
The hike to the meadow took us deeper into the park. We moved at an easy pace, descending diagonally down the ridge line to the broad spur.
“This is it,” I announced when we came out of the tree line into the tall grass, “time for lunch.”
“How beautiful!” Natalia said, looking around. She started exploring the meadow, which was small enough to feel cozy and private. Wildflowers were sprinkled among the grass and along the edges. She began weaving a little crown out of some flowers that might have been daisies, and then pranced by me, showing it off.
“Greetings, Lady Nat,” I said, making an elaborate courtly bow, doffing my cap. She did a little curtsy with an imaginary dress.
“Why, Sir David,” she said in a rather poor fake English accent. “How fine you are looking today.”
I smiled in response and reached for her, pulling her into my arms. Standing together in a loose embrace, I pointed to where the grass had been pressed down.
“Look,” I said, “some deer have been bedding down here. See how the grass has been pressed down, and the deer trails crisscrossing?”
“Aww,” she cooed, smiling, “do you think we will see Bambi here?”
I laughed.
“Only if we are really quiet,” I said, “and the wind is blowing the right way, then maybe.”
“I would love that,” she said, chuckling, “but it might be hard for me to be quiet.”
I pressed more of the grass down around us and spread out the blanket I had brought in my pack.
Looking up, I noticed Natalia, making herself comfortable in another way. Skipping around the meadow in her flower tiara and adding some random dance motions, she had started to take off her clothes. Her button-up shirt dropped in one place, then her hiking shorts in one fluid motion.
In her black thong and tank top, she cocked her hips and glanced over her shoulder at me to make sure I was watching. Obviously, I was mesmerized, my mouth open, so she smiled and continued her prance, humming something to herself.
Fuck! What an incredible ass! I thought, watching her, enjoying her free-spirited antics. I love this woman child.
I didn’t need to wonder how far she would strip because her tank top went next, baring her tits. Her nipples looked like firm little gumdrops as she moved around the blanket, smiling and humming, glancing at me to gauge my reaction.
Next to the blanket, directly in my line of sight, she stopped, bent forward at the waist, to point her ass at me. Giggling and turning to look back, she started to lower her thong, but then, just as her anus and vulva were about to be revealed, she pulled her panties back up, laughing.
“You want this?” she teased, partly lowering it again. “What will you give me? Huh? What do you have?”
I just smiled and went along with the joke, splaying my hands out and shrugging my shoulders.
“Oh, big lumberjack man,” she said, “I think you have something.”
“I do?” I said, playing dumb. “What do I have?”
“I think…” she said, drawing out the word, “that you have something big for me.”
“What you see is what you get,” I replied.
“It’s like a tree,” she said, gesturing to a nearby pine.
“No tree here,” I said, spreading my hands.
“Yes,” she said, smiling. “You hide it from me now, but I will find it, and climb it. Just wait.”
With that, she slid her thong down, lowering it all the way to her ankles. The graceful way she removed the panties from her hiking boots made my heart lurch. Then, still bent over, she spread her legs and reached back to spread her ass cheeks open.
“You see,” she said, “you make me wet just thinking about the big tree that I will climb.”
Then she was off again, skipping, prancing, pirouetting, wearing only a wreath of flowers and her hiking boots.
I was hungry, but I didn’t want to interrupt her fun. I was enjoying the sight of her and feeling my arousal growing. The meadow, partially sunlit, felt comfortable, the direct sunlight warm where it touched me.
This is fucking paradise, I thought.
Natalia, perhaps feeling aroused herself, was suddenly on me, where I reclined, falling onto me roughly.
“Oooff,” I grunted comically, and she threw her bare body against me, grabbing my face for an intense kiss.
My hands went around her, sliding down to stroke her back and ass. Full of energy, she wasn’t going to hold still, sliding her body up mine and pressing her small breasts into my mouth.
“Ahhh, suck them, David,” she instructed, and I did, grabbing her ass with both hands and latching my mouth on the hard nub of her nipples.
“Yes, yes,” she cried. “Bite them!”
My fingers slid between the crack of her ass, and I rubbed her perineum, finding it already wet. Working the tip of two fingers around the slippery entrance to her vagina, I sucked and sucked as she alternated pushing one nipple into my mouth.
“Aahhhh, David!” she exclaimed, her head tilting back. “I want your mouth!” She pushed me back onto my shoulder blades and started a surprisingly graceful crawl up my body, dragging her mons against my torso. She stopped, one knee up, when her cunt was inches from my mouth, looking down at me. I glanced down and could see her succulent vulva up close; her inner labia were swollen, glistening, and slightly parted. I reached up to take hold of her ass and hips.
“Lick me, Sir David,” she said, thrusting her cunt over my mouth.
I know that face-sitting is a thing between a dominant woman and a submissive man, but I am not submissive, and having a woman straddle my head does not feel submissive. It’s one of my favorite ways to devour a woman’s sex, partly because it’s much more comfortable for my neck. Besides a woman physically being on top, whether she is riding my cock or my face, just adds wonderful variety, and I like variety. Being stronger than any of the women I’ve enjoyed might be part of it, but I just believe that D/s is about the attitude more than any particular position.
In any case, we were moving perfectly in synch. I was lapping up and down her slit, and she was tilting and thrusting her hips to help me get every spot. My hands, never idle, stroked around her hips and up her back, assisting her motion, and just enjoying the incredible shape of her.
“Aaaahhh, aaaahhh,” she exclaimed, her face to the sky, “so good. David, so good!”
I went through my repertoire of techniques, sucking her inner labia, licking the sides of her clit shaft, pointing my tongue to penetrate her, kissing and sucking the swollen pearl of her clit, and lapping her urethra. I slid one hand lower and rotated my wrist so I could push a thumb into her wet vaginal opening. As I continued sucking her clit, I bent the tip of my thumb to feel along the inside of her PC muscle. I slid my wet thumb up, over her perineum, and pressed the now slippery pad of my thumb around the rim of her anus.
“Meu Deus!” she cried, pushing her ass back against my hand. “Yes! My asshole! Slide it in!”
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as my thumb worked just inside her anus and my mouth pulsed the suction on her clit.
Her legs shaking,…
