Hiking thrills

Hiking thrillsA true story from 30 years ago, with as much detail as I can remember.The plump girl back at the hostel was now stuck in my lecherous head, and the next morning as I continued my way along the coast path I couldn?t stop thinking about her. Well, her body anyway.The rucksack was a bit lighter now, but the stiffy lurking in my jeans just wouldn?t go away and made each step awkward.After a few miles I stopped to explore the remains of a crumbling military building and dropped my rucksack to the ground. Leaning back against a wall I unbuttoned my jeans and released my frustrated erection from my pants. The clifftop wind felt good on my cock and balls as I hastily pushing my jeans and pants down to my knees. I was excited, young, miles from home, and aching to be touched.Glancing quickly around the ruined walls, I checked everything was clear in all directions, groped at my own balls and began pumping my cock hard and fast- no time to waste, and no need to reach into my rucksack for the stained old porn mag I?d found in the copse two days before. Forty eight long and seemingly endless hours of pent up leching were relieved in barely thirty seconds as I came hard, spraying over the grass and then breathing deeply in relief. Then I saw a face watching me. My heart kicked. I gasped ?oh shit!??Well that was quick? the woman chuckled. To my twenty year old eyes she looked about middle aged, rosy faced, wisps of greying hair blowing around her woolly hat. I was frantically pulling up my jeans and pants, fumbling to cover myself. ?Looks to me like you really needed that? she said, stepping into the ruin through a gap in the wall ?and I suppose the grass could do with a bit of fertiliser? I was putting my rucksack back on, face red with embarrassment.?Don?t worry I won?t tell anyone? she said. I nodded ?ok.. sorry.. er .. I mean, thanks? My head was spinning as I walked away.I carried on northwards along the coast path, passing dog walkers and groups of sprightly pensioners bakırköy escort with sticks, trying to forget the embarrassment of what just happened, but also very glad that the lady had been so understanding. What if a different minded person had come along instead? The wind was quite persistent all morning, so at midday I headed away from the cliff edge across a field, and tucked myself down into a hollow behind a hedge to eat my packed lunch. Halfway through the first sandwich I heard a voice ?hello again? and I looked up, surprised to see the very same lady who?d cheerfully watched me wanking myself off barely three hours before.?You?ve found a good spot there, out of the breeze, mind if I join you?? she said, already sitting down.?Sure.. ok? I said.?I?ve been following you, but don?t worry I?m not a stalker? she laughed, ?It?s hard not to around here, there?s only one path? I said.She unzipped her fleece and pulled a flask from her rucksack?It?s ok, I wont make the obligatory jokes about your lunchbox? she said. ?Well, that?s alright then? I smiled, and as she settled her rucksack I caught a glimpse of her boobs wobbling beneath her t-shirt. I wondered why she had no support bra on, as her breasts looked like they?d be quite heavy. Maybe her rucksack straps helped a bit.We both ate, and chatted a bit as if nothing had happened earlier. She was divorced, mum of two, both were students about my age. She was taking a week off while they quite probably wrecked her house.We finished our lunch, sharing a banana.?You have very long eyelashes for a bloke? she said ?and, if you don?t mind, I could do with a little help?. I just nodded. ?Err.. ok, sure. What do you need help with??She knelt over towards me ?Well, I saw you looking? she said, and took hold of my arm. ?You do know that a woman can always tell when a man is eyeing her up.? She pulled my hand underneath her fleece, pressing it onto her warm boob. It felt warm, soft, and sweaty.I felt a thrill beşiktaş escort inside. Blood rushed back into my penis and it started growing, bulging against my jeans again.She let my arm go, looking at me ?Sure you don?t mind?? I shook my head saying ?No. I don?t. It feels good? and kept my hand there, squeezing, feeling the weight and shape.She ran her hand over my groin and thighs, sniffed my neck and tugged my ponytail free. My hair whipped around our faces as we silently stroked and fondled and kissed each other for a while, wind buffeting the hedge and my legs shaking.I could feel her springy nipple hard beneath her t-shirt, so I lifted it up and began to massage both of her breasts gently with my hands.?Yes. That?s definitely helping me, lots? she said, undoing her belt. I kissed and sucked her nipples, and helped to pull her trousers down to her ankles. She pulled my t-shirt off. We both kept our boots on.She stretched out on the grass and I ran my hands over her warm mound and solid thighs. Tufts of thick bushy pubes peeked out beneath a pair of sensible white panties. I pulled the panties aside and lowered my face down into her pubes, breathing deeply to savour delicious sweaty cunt aroma.?Yes.. that is? definitely? helping me? ? she whispered, grasping my hair and guiding my hand back up onto her boobs again ?such a.. helpful lad? ?I slowly moved my tongue around the folds of her flaps, my face and chin sticky with her juice and sweat. Flies buzzed around us and the small noises of pleasure she made kept my swollen knob rammed up hard against my stomach and poking out the top of my jeans. Holding my head again, she pushed it down more firmly against her cunt. I responded by pushing my tongue in and out, tongue fucking her for a moment, then lifted up to lick more around the side of her clit. Her hand knew better and it took over from my tongue, I sucked on her fingers as she fast-rubbed her clit a few times.Then I stopped for a moment beylikdüzü escort to unfasten my jeans and drag my cock out into the open air again.?Turn around,? she said ?come up this way?. Obediently I shuffled around to face the opposite direction, placing my knees on either side of her head.She wrapped her fingers around my penis and licked my frenulum, it was insanely stimulating. She clearly knew the effect this was having by my heavy breathing, so she stopped licking and slapped my cock sideways a few times. ?Don?t cum on my face? she said, chuckling ?that is, if you have any left from before?.?I think I might have some more in there now? I said?We?ll see about that. Now slap your dick on my face? she said ?I want to feel that thing so go on, slap my face with your heavy dick? I did that a few times and she laughed, ?that?s good, feeling your hard dick on my face? as she wiped my sticky pre-cum between her fingers?Now you can help me again? she said ?because i?m getting close? pointing to her fanny and grabbing my bum.?Stay up there, right where you are, use your tongue and your fingers, not too rough, don?t bite my clit and don?t cum on my face? So, issued with clear instructions, I gladly knelt back down to lick her cunt again, my balls hanging down over her face. She gripped my cock tight as I licked and fingered her, trying my best to copy her hand movements I saw earlier. Soon I felt her breaths get quicker, ?keep going? she whispered ?yes.. like that? keep going? faster? a bit harder? yes? that?s it? yes??I could feel spasms as she began to cum, her thighs pressed up against my ears, and my face pressed into her soft wet cunt. I held my tongue still now, and gripped her bum. I heard her whisper ?Oh my god.. ? as she held on to my shaft like a handrail.She was cumming, writhing, pushing the heels of her boots into the earth, and with my balls resting on her forehead I came too, spurting over her chest and stomach, then rolled off sideways and collapsed.We just lay there for a moment in a sticky mess, flies pitching on our genitals, until a gull call woke us upI knelt up and saw two figures standing nearby.A man and a woman were watching us, silently.She had a camera out, and the man had his cock out, wanking slowly.Both were pointing right at us.