Hooray, hooray, it’s the first of May! Outdoor fucking starts today!

We hiked more than a mile back on the trail, until we were in sight of the waterfall. The scenery was spectacular, but for the last few minutes, we were looking for a secluded spot off the trail for a little privacy. Although we hadn’t seen any other hikers out yet, being surprised didn’t factor into my idea of a good time. Eventually, I saw a spot, upslope from the trail, nestled behind a giant pine. We scrambled up the rocky soil and found a pleasant little nook, including a rock just big enough for the two of us to sit side by side. We settled into place and examined what we could see of the trail from that vantage point, and decided we had an acceptable minimum of privacy. We watched the waterfall for several minutes, and passed the water bottle between us.

I retrieved a woven blanket from my backpack, folded it into a small pad and placed it at the foot of the boulder M was sitting on. I knelt on the blanket in front of her and pushed her skirt up to reveal creamy bare thighs and a slippery smooth mons. Craning my neck, I reached in for the first few tentative licks. M tilted her hips and leaned backwards, opening herself up for me. I lapped slowly and broadly, right up the center of her pussy. Not the fast, specific strokes she usually favors, but something rather more slow and wide. Her hips moved impatiently for a few seconds until she settled to the slower pace. I kept that count, slow and regular, waiting for the warmth to spread in her groin. Before long, she was moaning softly and I was rewarded with the dark heady taste of M’s juices. I increased the pace just the slightest bit and soon M was holding the back of my head and jerking her hips against my mouth and chin as she cried out loud as she came. I sucked her lips, pressing her clit tightly with my lips, dizzy from the smell of pine, wild flowers and M’s flowering pussy.

We switched positions; I dropped my shorts and sat on the cold (!) stone and reclined until my arms reached the ground behind me, arching my back. M knelt on the folded blanket and schlurped my cock into her mouth. In sharp contrast to the cool mountain air, her mouth was unimaginably warm and my head spun from it all. My head lolled back, staring up along the shaft of the tree and the radiating limbs overhead.

M slipped a hand under my ball sack and gently stroked the underside of my balls and just below with her finger tips. Between that sweet touch and her tight, determined mouth, my head was spinning. I desperately wanted to be inside her, before I lost all control.

“Do you want to try backing onto my cock?”
M lifted her head and grinned at me. “Yes, please!”
She stood up in front of the rock where I was reclined, and then turned around and hiked her skirt, showing me her bare ass. She bent over at the hips and backed up towards me, reaching between her legs to aim my jutting cock, guiding it into her. She leaned her ass back towards me, crouched on flexed thighs, and again my prick slid into tight velvety warmth. I was stretched out on cold unyielding stone, with my back already deeply arched, so there was very little I could do to push back at M or to meet her strokes. So, I laid back and enjoyed the ride, watching M’s ass rise and fall on my cock, feeling her tight little pussy squeeze and pull my shaft. When it got too intense, I turned my head to stare at the surrounding woods. The smell of the trees mingled with the musky tang from M’s cunt, the rushing roar of the waterfall punctuated by ragged breathing and moans, the soft loamy soil under my hands and the creamy smooth ass bouncing against my lap. I could tell when M approached orgasm because it got more difficult for her to maintain her pace and the smooth pattern of M fucking herself on my cock was disrupted. I brought my hands to her hips and found just enough room to push back against her. The next time she got close, I kept rocking against her as she paused, and that helped her over the edge. She cried out into the trees and her voice only made me harder. After a few seconds, she started riding me faster, squeezing my prick, encouraging me to cum. I held tightly to her hips, adding to each stroke, pulling her down on me deeper and harder. My balls constricted tight and I pulled her down onto me and held her still while I climaxed deep in her pussy. For several seconds, I was lost in the pulse of my blood, the throbbing of my cock and every little motion of M’s pussy milking my shaft. Then gradually I became aware of the sunlight coming through the trees, the lichen on the ground, the ceaseless crashing of the waterfall. M slowly stepped forward, my cock sliding from between her legs, and she stood upright. She turned to smile at me.

Is it even possible to have a better May Day than this?