8 comments/ 32994 views/ 4 favorites Hiking the Tamarac By: kurtj7 Backpacking doesn't really strike one, at first glance, as a sensuous sport, but it is to me. I love walking, and to me, energy is life, and challenging my body in the wilderness is a sensual, consuming experience. The clean air of the country, the slightly sweet odor of decay in the woods on a warm afternoon, the stinging shock of a plunge into an icy stream or lake - these exhilarate the senses and leave me feeling wonderfully vigorous and alert. Another inseparable part of being in the wilderness, for me, is sexuality. I always get horny when I am in the wild. I think the wild brings out the primal instincts in me and the animal urges are even stronger than usual. I often find the need to stop and masturbate. I love the feeling of freedom as I strip naked in a clearing and Jack off right there in the open sunlight, letting my cum shoot out into the clear, fresh air. It was while I was hiking near the Kekekabic Trail in the arrowhead of Minnesota that I met a girl aptly named for the huntress of the woods, and perfectly attuned to my own preoccupations. I was four days out on a ten-day trip and hadn't seen another hiker in forty-eight hours. I was off the Kekekabic now, on a trail called the Tamarac Trail, moving through country seldom used except by committed and serious wilderness-seekers. Therefore I was mildly surprised to find someone making for the same high pass I was heading for, but when a look through the binoculars revealed that it was a woman, I was intrigued. She was an hour ahead of me and 300 feet higher, but even at that distance there was no mistaking her sex, and I could make out long blonde hair and strong legs pumping smoothly beneath tan shorts. But much more remarkable than a solitary female hiker in this remote area was that it looked very much as if she were hiking without anything on above the waist - except, of course, for the pack on her back. It seemed odd that she would risk meeting someone bare-breasted on the trail, but I suppose she might have time to slip on a shirt and avoid embarrassment if she saw another hiker approaching -- and there was little chance of meeting anyone I this area anyway. She must be a bit of an exhibitionist, too. I like that. I knew then that I'd like to meet her. I eagerly started up the trail, admittedly motivated by my sexual arousal. I soon lost sight of her and became absorbed in the climb through the thin fresh air. My thoughts were never too far from this fascinating woman ahead of me, though - her bare glistening tits and that trim, wonderful body that I saw in the binoculars. I bet the sweat is running down between her breasts and maybe dripping off her nipples like milk for a baby. I wish I could lick the sweat from her body and suck on her nipples. Two hours later I was over the pass, descending to Hatchet Lake, where I knew there was a beautiful campsite. I had completely lost track of my mysterious hiking companion, though I hadn't stopped thinking abut her. On the contrary, I had reviewed several delicious fantasies regarding what she was like, how big and how tan her breasts were, and whether she felt the same erotic surge I felt when I pushed my body near its limits in this very isolated wilderness. I saw her campfire smoke before I saw her; it was curling up from the only good campsite on the lake. Though I respect another hiker's privacy, the overgrown trail that we were on went in that direction, so I could hardly avoid passing close by. I was reluctant to barge in on her privacy, but too excited not to. I am not good at "the chase game" so I would be very matter of fact about our meeting. She had no idea that I was lusting after her like a teenager in a whorehouse. Her cheerful "Hi there!" startled me and she quickly introduced herself as "EVE". I hadn't heard a voice in two days, and her feminine softness sounded incongruous to me among the twisted pines and huge boulders. I felt like I was in a dream. She sounded nice, and seemed very pleasant. I wish I could drop to my knees and press my face to her crotch, but I knew I would have to keep up the proper decorum and be respectfully polite. There is no way anything was going to happen between us. If I gave the slightest hint that I was interested in her on a personal level, I was sure she'd get all uptight and nervous -- maybe even mad. I wished girls had the same animal desires that we men do. That would make things so pleasant and easy. At this point we would just decide if we like each other. If we were compatible, we would just take off our clothes and make love. We could keep each other company on the hike and keep each other warm tonight in the same sleeping bag. But that is not the way things are in reality. I said "HI", and introduced myself as "KURT" and said, "I saw you hiking earlier on the other side of the pass...." Eve interrupted, "I know", and smiled.... "I saw you watching through your binoculars", and nodded toward the glasses still suspended on my chest.... So, she knew I was watching her! I just pretended that she was too far away for me to see that she wasn't wearing a shirt. I just acted like everything was very normal. She was now wearing a half T-shirt, which exposed her flat stomach and her trim waist. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her full breasts lifted the fabric away from her ribs, and her dark areolas shaded the thin, damp material. The nipples, though not fully erect, made enticing bumps at the end of the large swells in her T-shirt. Her tits were even larger than I had hoped! She was so beautiful she made me ache for her. I wanted to fondle her breasts so bad I couldn't concentrate. I felt like I was drugged. If only she knew how badly I wanted her and how wonderful a lover I would be for you. I know I would make her happy if she would just let me -- and let me know what pleases her. I would do anything to please her. I wanted to admit that I noticed through the binoculars that she had not been wearing a shirt. I thought to myself how I had been staring at her as if I hadn't seen a woman in months and had developed a raging hard-on when I realized that she had no shirt on, but I managed to respond to her statement by ignoring it and saying, "It looks as if you've taken my favorite campsite!" Eve said (still grinning), that she was sorry about that, and that I could find lots of places to pitch a tent on the other side of the lake. She could tell that my heart sank, and added that if I wanted to, she had no objection to my sharing this one with her. Yeah, I knew I could find another site across the lake. That would have been the proper thing to do. That's what I always did -- the proper thing. I wished that someday I could figure out how to let a woman know that I was attracted to her and get things to work out so I didn't have to always do the proper thing. Oh well! But wait! She said I could share this one! No. Yes! She did! Maybe she wanted something to happen between us. Maybe she wanted me like I wanted her! No, she was just being polite. Most girls would insist that I stay over on the other side, but this Eve was different. She was more self-confident. She seemed to know she was in charge and didn't have to be afraid of me. Somehow she had already figured out that I would never hurt her or do anything she didn't want. I wondered if she could tell even further, that I would do anything for her if only she would allow me to be close to her. She could see how anxious I was to talk to her. I hoped she didn't notice that I could hardly keep my eyes from staring at her tits beneath that cut-off, and that my dick was getting so hard I could hardly stand up straight. I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Was she trying to drive me crazy?) I wanted to stay, and said so. Already my heart had climbed back into my throat. She was beautiful; about thirty-four, three years younger than me, superbly fit and well tanned, but there was also something electrically glamorous about her, and glamour is hard to come by in the wilderness. Even in those clunky boots and that ragged T-shirt, she looked like she had stepped out of the pages of a sexy fashion magazine. She was going to let me stay there with her! I felt like jumping for joy and shouting, but I had to be cool. I couldn't let her know how excited I was. Besides, she was probably just being practical. She was so wonderfully beautiful! She would never want anything intimate to do with me. She looked like a Golden Goddess! Her sexy body was driving me nuts! I wanted her so badly I wished I could taste her. I would lick her fantastic legs from her feet all the way up to her pussy. I bet her pussy was hot and fragrant after hiking all day -- just the way I like it! I would love to give her whole body a sponge bath with my tongue. The pungent taste of her cunt would make me so hot I would probably cum just from licking her Yet the outdoors was written all over her. Her hair blew about her gorgeous face, and she wore that glow of health only strenuous exercise in the open air can produce. Her legs were shapely and strong. She had hazel-green eyes, a sensuous mouth, and a wonderful curvaceous body. I longed to press my lips to hers, to touch her body and to feel her hands on my flesh. I dismissed those thoughts as I shrugged off my pack and began unloading my gear. We talked about all the things hikers talk about - the trail, the weather, the hills..... Both because my thoughts were driving me crazy and because I knew they would never really happen, I drove them away and got back to reality. We talked about normal stuff and she seemed like a very interesting person. We cooked together over the fire and ate cross-legged on the ground. It was a remarkable situation. In all the moving about, doing chores and cooking, it was as if our movements around the fire were choreographed, like a well-rehearsed and intimate ballet. But she was so beautiful that I could not keep my mind on normal things. The working together, cooking and eating together was very nice. It was a form of intimacy and it made me desirous of more. I had truly enjoyed the last couple of hours together. I wanted to finish the evening off by crawling into the sleeping bag together and making love. When we first met I wanted her sexually, like an animal. Now, I still wanted her that way, but I know now what automatically attracted me to her. I appreciated her knowledge and her skills. I respected her for being out here alone. I felt warm and tender towards her. Now, we would actually be "making Love", not just having "Sex". Several times I touched Eve. Each time she smiled at me rather as if she were in possession of a happy secret, a secret she might share with me by and by. She smelled good, like a pine forest and she was totally unabashed at encountering a strange man fifty miles from nowhere. In fact, she almost seemed to regard our meeting as arranged, though nothing could have been further from the truth. I took a few opportunities to tentatively touch her as we were moving around and working together. She didn't seem to mind when I touched her. She Wasn't afraid, that was for sure, but I couldn't tell if she liked me to touch her, would rather I didn't, didn't care, or worse - didn't even notice. As the daylight faded and the cool of the evening crept in, we built up the fire and took off our boots and spread our sleeping bags to catch the warmth of the flames. As we spread our sleeping bags out, I longed to be able to zip them together and slide in together. Just the sight of the inside of her sleeping bag was arousing to me. It was sort of like seeing her used underwear. If she were to go away from the campsite at this moment I think I would bury my face in her bag and try to smell, and somehow capture, her scent and her essence. How it happened that she came to be in my arms, I don't know, but I was suddenly kissing that wonderful mouth with a blood-hound excitement that surprised even me. Her body was strong and firm and her bare legs, warmed by the fire, felt smooth and strong against mine. Did I do that without thinking? Was it all right? I guess it was; she was kissing me back! Or was I kissing her back? Oh, my! Her lips were delicious - so full and soft. Our tongues cautiously searched for the other. I felt her press into me. Her wonderful full breasts squished against my chest. I felt her heat. Her strong tan thighs pressed into mine. They were incredibly smooth and firm. I pushed my pelvis into her unconsciously. I wondered if you noticed that my cock was rock-hard. I wondered if this was heading where I thought it was -- where I ached to go! A thought deep down in my subconscious was wondering if this was where you had been aching to go, too.) After a moment, Eve disengaged and, in a single graceful movement, shucked off her tiny shirt. Like the rest of her, her breasts were magnificent -- firm, succulent, large and inviting. Reaching out, I gently traced their soft curves with my hands and teased the large, hard nipples with my fingertips. As I touched her, she trembled and closed her eyes to savor my slow enjoyment of her breasts. We settled down onto her sleeping bag and despite our obvious desire for each other, there seemed to be no hurry for either of us. Our isolation, the stillness of the mountains, the warmth of the fire, all created a languor that kept our desires in gentle check. Oh, my God, she was showing her gorgeous, full tits to me, offering them to me! I had to concentrate to keep my mouth from dropping open. Automatically, I reached out and tenderly fondled those wonderful melons. They were so soft and full and firm. I felt like I might cream my shorts! She was enjoying the attention I was giving to her tits, and this relaxed me a little and excited me terribly at the same time. I was dreamily fondling her breasts and feeling her heat. My senses were acute. I looked at the beautiful soft curves of her breasts. They hung down from their weight, but were firm, and stood out proudly. Her nipples were hard and large and begged for attention. I saw her pretty face, her large, dark eyes, her smooth cheeks, her pretty nose and soft chin. I smelled her sweet breath, her hair her body. I could smell her arousal. We were now lying on her sleeping bag. The air was fresh and cooling fast as the night enveloped us. I moved in closer as I felt the cool night air on my back in contrast to the wonderful warmth of Eve. The campfire flickered nearby. I could hear her breathing, which was deep and regular. I could hear the crickets, the crackling of the orange flames, the loons on Hatchet Lake and the many night sounds that come from the forest. She must have been reading my mind! To take away any doubt of where we were going, Eve stood up, silhouetting herself against the twilight. She smiled down at me with that enigmatic smile I was beginning to find so exciting and tossed her hair over her shoulders. In a single fluid movement, she slipped her hiking shorts and panties over the flare of her hips and over her smooth thighs, kicking them to the side and revealing the trim splendor of her nudity. She was not embarrassed; she was leading the way. She watched me with that erotic, sensual smile, never taking her eyes from mine as she stripped. She watched my obvious arousal with satisfaction and I could see the rush of power that moved through her. I was so turned on by her wonderful nakedness, her openness and her control, that I hardly know what to do. I just hoped I was not drooling! I knew my cock was. In the clear air of the hilltop, with the first stars beginning to blink in the evening sky she was like a living statue, the Goddess of the Wilderness in glowing flesh. She was perfect. With her legs apart and her hands on her hips, she appeared content to let me look at her as long as it pleased me. Her only movement was to shift slightly, planting a bare foot on either side of my body and exposing a hint of her lovely pouting lips peeking from her bush. Her pose told me that she was mine to gaze upon as I wished. "No, don't move," Eve said as I started to rise. "Let me, Kurt." Kneeling across my legs, she unfastened my belt and stripped off my shorts and underwear. As she pulled them down, my cock practically leapt up in her face Now I knew I was in heaven. I thought I had managed to control my mouth from gaping and drooling in my lust for her, but I couldn't control my cock. As Eve's wonderful warm hands released it from my shorts we both saw its slick, shiny wetness from the pre-cum that was dripping from the end. She didn't mind; in fact she seemed happy and hungry for it. She kissed its head slowly and sensually. I saw my juice on her lips. I twitched uncontrollably when she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside of my cockhead. As she pulled away, I could see my pre-cum shining on her lovely lips and a stringy strand kept her pretty lips and my throbbing cock connected as if they are straining to stay together. She told me the big bulge she had been watching was more than she could stand. She said she wanted me from the first moment she laid eyes on me -- that my dark eyes, strong build and tanned skin made her wet with desire. She said I had Dark eyes that she wanted to get lost in and a boyish, innocent, sensual type smile that crept easily across my lips. She said I looked to be about 5'11" and weigh about 200 lbs. and have a body that gets worked out on a regular basis, along with a nice tight ass that would be perfect for sinking my rod deep inside her. It was wonderful to know that she wanted me in the same intense, wanton, uninhibited, boundless, insatiable way that I wanted her! Now, she went on, her most daring, erotic fantasy was about to come true. Now, she was the HUNTRESS instead of the HUNTED. Eve had always dreamed of meeting a man in the wilderness and taking him instead of him taking her. This was her chance and she wasn't about to let it slip away or let it pass her by. She said she wanted me and desired me. She wanted to ride me like a Cowboy rides a Bucking Horse at the Rodeo. She wanted me to feel her hot throbbing Pussy slowly choking.... massaging.... gripping.... grasping ... the head of my huge, erect, rock-hard, purple-headed rod. She wanted to savor every moment of my entering her hot and sticky Honey Pot. I didn't tell her that this was also my dream - to have her want me like I wanted her. To have her pursue me, because then I would know she wanted me and I would not have to worry about pushing too hard or too fast. Oh, her wonderful, fragrant Pussy! How beautiful! Her feeling this way and having these thoughts was unbelievably wonderful! The moist whisper of her lips brought a groan to my throat. Again she smiled that enigmatic smile and slithered forward to gather herself above my hardness. I could feel the heat of her as she paused, relishing the moment. Without taking her eyes from mine she reached down and guided my erection to her wet, ready sex and slowly - - very slowly- - - sank down upon it. I moaned, "Oh, this is heaven! Slide down my pole! Impale yourself on my cock. We will lose ourselves in our passion. I feel your hot cunt swallowing my cock." She was moving in a way to make the sensations the fullest for both of us. I relished the feel and watched hungrily as her breasts jiggled and swayed with her efforts. She was strong and her passion high. She was making love to my dick with her pussy. We were devouring each other with our eyes and our hands and our mouths and our unbridled passion. It was rapturous for both of us. As her moist pussy slid down onto my cock, I felt I was being engulfed by a pot of warm honey. Her eyes widened, startled at the penetration as she impaled herself inch by inch on my shaft. Her mouth opened in a sigh, a breathy moan as she lowered herself onto me, while triumph mingled with excitement in her face. Hiking the Tamarac Was it possible for her arousal, her need be fucked, to be as great as mine? Could the feel of a stiff penis entering into her be as wonderful as the feel of a hot, wet cunt swallowing my dick? I hoped it was, for her. I cannot describe the wonder of this moment as I saw the glow on Eve's face, the pleasure on her mouth, the sweat glistening on her tits, the smell of her sex as it gave ultimate pleasure to me. I hoped she was receiving the same bounteous pleasure in return. She rose as slowly as she had descended until I barely remained in her; it was maddening to feel her hot wetness surrender its grip on my cock, and I reached for her hips to pull her back down. There was nothing tentative about her second thrust; she came down quickly, taking all of me in a single plunge. I felt that she had speared herself with my hard cock into her belly, and we both grunted with the suddenness of it. Her succulent, tantalizing tits with their large, erect nipples shook with each plunge, and now they were begging to be caressed, sucked, and covered with my hot and partly open lips. I could tell that the pleasures I was giving her were the most unbearable pleasures she had ever known. She screamed with joy; she wanted to kiss my lips, but the grasping of her ass with my strong massaging hands - - to pull me deeper into her - kept her erect on top of me. She could feel my large, hairy balls tickling the crevice of her ass as she thrust herself up and down on my pulsating shaft causing unbelievable pleasures for both of us. It was all that either of us could do to keep from exploding with sheer ecstasy. She said she wanted me like she never wanted a man before; the thrills, the pain, the pleasure of me inside her; but still she wanted more of me; deeper and deeper in her. Eve wanted all of me in her. She wanted to kiss my still partly open lips; to whisper the things she wanted me to do to her in my ear; but the expression on her face told me everything I needed to know. OOOh God! How could something so spontaneous be so good?! Wonderful! The feeling was so good, I wanted more. I wanted to be even closer to her -- even more intimate! I wanted to lick her all over, taste her. I wanted to suck her pussy juice, lick her asshole, shrink down and crawl completely into her wonderful cunt. Eve began to fuck me with frantic energy. Her cunt tugged at my cock and she humped me with an unrelenting rhythm. A line had been crossed; all control was gone now. Her hips rose and fell with a wild urgency as she thrust herself again an again onto my rigidity. I reached to touch her breasts, but she gripped my wrists, pinning my arms to the ground. She was lost in a violent sensuality and frenzy had entered her green eyes. Long blonde tendrils of her hair hung down from her face, brushing my chest like gentle whips and I could do nothing but let her ride me, overwhelmed by the explosion of lust that possessed her. We were not fucking............... I was being "fucked" by a woman strong and powerful who, for the moment at least, was in command and control of me. I thought, "Yes, Yes, go, go for it. Have your way with me. Fuck me. Let yourself go! Yes, Cum. Cum hard, girl! I fought the climax rising within me, wanting her to come first. With her eyes still locked on mine, I could see it welling up within her. With each fierce thrust onto my cock, a little cry escaped from her, a muted wail that was half sob, half whimper. When her orgasm broke, it seemed to consume her; her body jerked and leaped like a marionette's, and a groan of passion swelled from her throat. It was, without exaggeration, awesome. There was a wonder in it, as if I was, indeed, being ravished by a Goddess, a Wilderness Huntress of the mountain who lay in lustful wait for hikers like me. She let out a piercing scream of release that must have frightened the animals for miles. I loved seeing her pleasure. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to make her pleasure great, greater, intense, perfect. This is what I was living for. Not once did her wild green eyes leave mine. Even as her body melted, her eyes glowed with energy and unabated desire. For a moment we rested, gulping down air. I don't know why I was out of breath, but I was. Maybe it was the thin air, or maybe it was because while she had been slamming herself onto me, I had been pumping up into her as hard as I could - - -and - - - I was still hard and deep inside her. Her passion was overpowering. She shuddered uncontrollably to orgasm, but was not ashamed. She looked deeply into my eyes. We both knew I was still hard and full inside you. I had not released my juices yet. I was not in a hurry to cum. I loved the feel of being deep inside her. I was content that she was so satisfied. Now I wanted to bring her even more pleasure. I wanted to see her writhe in pleasure again. I wanted to see the uncontrolled lust in her eyes again, and forever. Eve did not rest long; slowly she lifted her sopping cunt from my erection and knelt over my thighs. Without the grip of her wet pussy, I felt abandoned..... But there was more to come. . When she spoke, it was almost a hiss. She said, "Stand up. I want to suck your cock. I want you to fuck my mouth." I stood as she indicated. My hard cock stood out straight, swaying as I moved and jerking up periodically in anticipation. The soft, flickering firelight reflected off the wetness of my shaft where it has been drenched by her pussy. Pre-cum dripped to the ground in long strands. I stood naked and erect before her eyes and her face and her sensuous lips. My desire for her was obvious. Faced with such a straightforward declaration as that, it would have been ungentlemanly of me not to comply, so I quickly slid out from under her and rose to my feet. The campfire still glowed red on our flesh as her hands touched my cock with slippery softness. I was still slick with her juices, and she eagerly licked away at the wetness. Her tongue stroked my shaft, teased my balls. Lifting my cock with her hand, she slowly nibbled her way up the underside of my pulsating cock while her other hand cupped and fondled my balls. That she eagerly took me into her mouth and licked and sucked away our mingled juices was a tremendous excitement to me. To have this wonderful lady not only willing, but also eager to touch, fondle kiss, suck, taste and love my cock, which is hard and covered with our passion, is more wonderful than I can express. A moan rose from my throat when her mouth opened and engulfed my cock,------took it all the way down slowly, with her tongue licking at the underside, in a "deep-throat" swallow that instantly brought me to the brink of orgasm. But she let it slither back out of her mouth, sucking me slowly, rolling her tongue around the slippery, swollen head. Twice more she took me in her throat, and then the third time I simply exploded, my hot ejaculate splashing into her mouth in a wracking spasm. I thought, "Would she taste it? Lick it? Swallow it? Was she Hungry for it? Does it taste good? Does she feel like I do when I eat her pussy? - like I am becoming one with her as I devour this part of her?" It brought me to my knees. As I sank, she followed me down, siphoning the last droplets as if to satiate her hunger. Finally we lay there on the sleeping bags in the glow of the dying fire. While we'd been lost in a sensual fog, a shroud of darkness had blanketed the hills, and a thousand stars shone with a shimmering brightness. The air was now brisk and though we hadn't noticed before, we were getting chilled. We slept tangled up in each other like carelessly coiled ropes, my sleeping bag pulled over us to keep off the night air. I woke in the morning to the smell of breakfast and the sight of you bending over the fire in jeans and a sweater. It was chilly, and I quickly dressed. Curiously, there wasn't the slightest awkwardness between us; it was as if we had been lovers for months. We laughed, ate out breakfast and decided to join up for the rest of our hike. You had four more days, I had five, but we knew we'd spend our time together. I am so hungry for this to be real that I could hardly stand it. I remembered the wonderful pungent smell of her body and her sex as we cuddled together during the cool night. We fucked again so that I could cum inside you. We both wanted that ultimate closeness. I could not resist nuzzling into her pussy for a snack during the night. Now, as I had my snack, I was eating her sopping, oozing cunt and slurping up both of our juices. Mmmm, the coffee smelled great! I asked, "How did you get out without my knowing it? The last I knew, we were cuddled together like spoons." Eve smiled and kept working as I reminisced that my cock was nestled in her ass crack and I had one hand wrapped around one soft, full tit. Now I saw her moving around by the fire, fixing breakfast. She had on jeans and a sweater. I was hungry for her again and I wished she was with me in the sleeping bag. She would still be wet and gooshy and I could slide easily into her from behind. I would feel her firm full ass pressed up against my stomach as I slid in and out of her tight hole. She would reach between her legs and fondle my balls as I stroked and she would know that this would make me cum. But, she has made me feel guilty, getting up early and fixing breakfast, so I quickly push these wonderful thoughts of sex out of my mind and get dressed. Later, when the sun had warmed the hills a little, we stripped and threw ourselves into the cold, clear lake. It was biting cold, and we came out of the lake shivering, quickly clutching each other for warmth. Despite our shaking, the touch of her cool, dripping body on mine brought me to an erection. It was my turn to take the lead this time and Eve didn't argue. I pushed her onto the sleeping bags and in seconds our shivering dissolved into trembling warmth. Yes, the cool clean feel of her body was divine. Her nipples were like bullets from the cold water. I sucked on them and enjoyed their size and their hardness. I moved to her pussy. She opened her legs invitingly, unashamedly, knowing what I wanted. I opened her lips with my fingers and lapped slowly at the opening. I look up at her and she looked straight into my eyes and smiled. Her cunt was cool and clean and fresh. I pushed my tongue deep into her hole and probed around. I traced the creases of her ass and her thighs with my tongue. I outlined her lips and tease her clit. I open her lips with my fingers again and slowly slid one, then two fingers inside. I licked her clit gently as I did this. I missed the fragrance from the day before, but soon I would fill her with my spunk and that would start a new wetness within you that would slowly brew during the day to give me a sensual feast that night. She started to move her hips as I fucked her with my fingers. I gently teased her clit, licking gently and sucking on it tenderly, dipping my tongue deep into her hole periodically. When I heard her moan, I knew she was ready. I pressed my face into her mound and started to work her cunt with my tongue and lips. I paid special attention to her clit, sucking harder, and soon she was writhing in pleasure. I loved it when I felt her shudder in orgasm and her legs clamped tightly around my head, shaking. I lay between her warm thighs for a while enjoying the fresh scent of her sex after she came. I fondled her ass and licked at her opening and her ass crack. When I sensed that she was ready, I rose up to my knees and she opened her legs wide in invitation. I placed my throbbing dick at her opening and slide it around in her wetness. I reach for her hips and she guided my stiffness into her. I pumped slowly with full strokes. Pushing in to the limit, I buried my cock up to my balls in her love hole. Then I pulled back out slowly until just the pulsing head is within her lips. Then back in slowly until I felt my balls rest on her ass cheeks. I continued, slowly going faster and faster until I was thrusting and driving hard. My balls were slapping against her ass now. She was arching up into me with each stroke. I grabbed a hold on her ass and drove deep into her, spurting wad after wad of cum deep into her. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then collapsed on the sleeping bag and held each other tightly. I rubbed her back, her ass, and her hair. Then I slide down and she opened her legs to me again. I saw our thick juices oozing out of her slit. I licked them up, hungrily and lovingly. I cleaned her entire crotch with my tongue. A different desire seemed to drive us both in the light of day. I entered her gently, tenderly, and she responded in kind. Her arms pulled me to her and she took me into her body with a sigh and a soft yielding. We made love gently in the morning sun. I seated myself in an upright-on-my-knees position. Her legs wrapped themselves around my hips; I gently moved them up around my neck - lifting her ass onto my lap-- with her arching herself in an up-side-down crab-position; her hungry pussy gently met my face. I loved the taste of her fresh, succulent, wet pussy. Still seated in an on-my-knees position, I slowly let go of her ass and she slide down onto my lap to meet my erect, purple-headed, hard-as-rock cock. I pulled the cheeks of her ass closer onto my lap. Her back was still in an arched position; she met my patient thrusts with her own, our breath coming in gasps, her breasts greeting the sky. This time we came together, two seas mixing in a tidal flow of tugging waves. Afterward we kissed the cool droplets of water from each other's face. The rest of the trip was simply great. We had to hike, for we were too far from the trailhead to stay in one place for long and still get back on schedule. We took turns leading. I liked walking behind Eve, watching the tautness of her buttocks working inside her shorts and lusting after her. When she followed me, she clowned about my tight buns. We had a great time hiking and clowning and enjoying each other. It was amazing how comfortable we were together. It was if we had known each other all of our lives. I still was dumbstruck with want for her, but it was good knowing that she wanted me too, and that we could have each other whenever and wherever we wanted. We bathed in the clear streams and dried our bodies on rocks in the sun. We washed each other's hair and bodies and slept entwined in each other's arms. We wore the minimum of clothes, and each time we made love, it seemed better than the last time. I learned her textures and her smells and tasted the tart, brassy tang of her arousal in my mouth. Whether tough or tender, our lovemaking blossomed between us like a mountain flower. Being outdoors was our aphrodisiac - not that we needed one. At the trail's end, neither of us wanted to go home. Although we live a thousand miles apart, this was only the first of several trips we have taken together. We've seen and been with each other often.............. ("in our minds and in our spirits and in reality").