Our May Day celebration was so wonderful, we decided to repeat it. We found another trail to explore, this one much steeper. We hiked up many switchbacks, climbing an impressive hillside along a stream and multiple breathtaking waterfalls. The scenery was breathtaking and once we got past the second scenic viewpoint, the rest of the hikers gave up and we had the trail to ourselves. We paused several times, for a brief bit of groping and kissing, to take some photos of the view and of each other. By the time we got near the peak, we were both flush with sweat and panting. We paused by the waterfalls frequently, to catch our breath, to bask in the cold mist, to inhale the clean pine air deep into our lungs.

We finally spotted a flat, secluded spot off the trail, a place that would give us enough privacy to relax and frolic without apprehension. I dug a woven blanket from my backpack and spread it on the ground, wadding my polartech jacket and tossing it down as a pillow. I shed my shorts, boxers and tee-shirt, and laid down to soak in the sun, the stillness, and to let the sweat dry from my body. M picked up the camera and spent several minutes circling the blanket, taking pictures from multiple angles.

I drifted quietly for a bit, eyes squinted against the sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy and casting green over everything. I soon felt fingertips between my legs, brushing from the cleft of my cheeks to the fuzzy underside of my scrotum. My skin tightened and lifted in response, stirring my cock to life. M feathered her fingers up and down, watching my sack rise and my prick move of its own accord. With no further preamble, my cock was pulled into M’s warm mouth and encouraged to full stiffness. I lifted my eyes to watch her head nod up and down, her tongue and lips pressing my cock shaft and shifting side to side as she sucked. I lolled my head back and stared into the verdant canopy and my head spun with lust and submission. When she pulled back from my hard-on I asked, “What can I do for you? Do you want to be fingered, or licked? Or does mademoiselle prefer to proceed directly to the main course?” She said, “You’re going to lick me next. Stay still.”

M walked around to the head of the blanket, faced my feet and squatted low, bringing her pussy to my mouth. Her hiking skirt settled around my head and shoulders, and I started lapping hungrily. She was already wet, and I took a moment to breathe deeply from her drooling pussy. The rich musk made me even stiffer, and as I resumed licking, M laid forward across my torso and started sucking my prick again. Turned this direction, my licks up started on her clit hood, brushed over the head and ended when I dipped my tongue inside her for a taste of her nectar. Her mouth full of cock, M was quieter than usual, but I could still tell when I was doing a good job. I shook my tongue side to side over her hood and clit, and her mouth abruptly stopped moving on my shaft. I continued, a little firmer, and her thighs tightened for several seconds then started shuddering. I sucked her clit between my lips and pressed firmly and she trembled a bit longer before suddenly blowing me again with renewed enthusiasm. We played this game twice more, me sucking her pussy until she lost all composure and came wetly against my face.

She stood and I offered her a menu of choices. “How do you want it? I’ll fuck you standing, kneeling from behind, missionary…” She said, “I want to be on top”, and straddled my waist like the Colossus of Rhodes. She slowly squatted down, staying balanced on her feet and dipping her hips low. One knee was turned out to the side and the other ran parallel to my torso, so that her hips and pussy were angled strongly to my left. She sank deeper and fed my cock unto her clutching cunt. I knew this position required a lot of leg strength and was going to be especially tough for M after the long hike up the gorge. But M knew this was a position that set my head spinning and made me weak in the knees. She started flexing her knees and hips, bouncing gently in place, milking my cock. I held her hips to lend her some balance and otherwise held on for the ride. Like an ethereal but very tangible succubus, she slid her cunt on my shaft without resting her weight anywhere else. Her snatch rode up and down, sinking all the way down until we bumped pubic bones, then up again until only the head of my cock was trapped inside her. She was so damn tight and bobbing so fast, I couldn’t catch my breath. Flat on my back, staring up into the trees, watching M grin like a naughty schoolgirl while she flexed her cunt to squeeze me like a seasoned whore. The squeezing, clutching grip drove me out of my mind. Far too soon, I felt the end arriving. I tightened my hands on her hips and urged her just a little faster, and then pulled her down low, mashing our groins together and filling her cunt with a spray of hot cum. I laid still, balls drained, muscles deliciously tired, intoxicated by the good fortune. She sat in place, thighs shuddering and breasts surging for air. She locked eyes with me and smiled largely, and I said softly but emphatically, “Wow!”

She stood on trembling fawn legs and promptly squirted a load of semen on my thigh.:-) I grabbed the Nalgene bottle and took a swig of water. “Okay, now it’s your turn to be naked and have your picture taken!”