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From: Anne <anm@nym.alias.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} "Hiking" (F-solo, M-solo, voy, outdoors)
Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 14:10:02 -0400
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This is my first story to the group. Please send (constructive) comments
and words of encouragement to anm@nym.alias.net. This story contains
sexually explicit material; do not read it if such material offends you
or if you are under 18 years of age. The people and events described
here are fictional. Any similarity they have to real persons or events
is coincidental. I grant permission to archive or distribute this story
for any non-commercial use provided the text is not modified.

--Anne

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"Hiking" (F-solo, M-solo, voy, outdoors)

Ever since his divorce John spends too much time working. It's a good
way to distract himself from his lonliness. Although his ex-wife might
not have been the best partner for him, in a way he does miss her.
At least... he misses having sex with her.

Today, though, he wasn't going to think about that. Instead he's
planning to take the afternoon off and go for a hike. He hasn't been on
the trail since early summer and that's much too long. Here it is
already mid September and he's missed the prime season. John isn't too
worried. It's a fine, sunny day and one to enjoy rather than analyze.

John decided to hike on an obscure trail today. He wants to experience a
little solitude and stay away from the people. Some trails are like
highways these days. You meet a new group on them every few minutes. Yet
a friend had suggested a trail that was off the beaten path. It would be
something a little nicer, a little more adventurous. It would be just
what John needs today.

John arrives at the trail head only to discover another car there. How
disappointing. Yet one car is okay. At least it's not a dozen! John gets
his things together and heads out. He travels light since this is only
an afternoon trip. He carries a bit of water, a snack, and a map "just
in case." There is no need for bug repellant since it's past the season
for bugs. That's a nice thing.

Although the weather is cool, the sun is warm and before long he starts
to sweat. He stops for a moment to strip off his shirt and put it in his
pack. At 40 he is still in good shape. The regular workouts at the gym
keep his body lean and well toned. His short beard makes him look
intellectual but his strong arms and chest give him a raw masculine
appearence that could draw the eye of many women and the envy of even
his much younger men.

The trail is overgrown in places and he has trouble following it from
time to time. It is not always well marked. Yet the hike is nice. The
forest is filled with leaves starting to change color and all is quiet
and peaceful. Despite the car at the trailhead he encounters no other
people and soon is lost in his own private reflections.

When John reaches the top of the mountain there is no view. The summit
is covered with trees. That was expected. It's why this trail is not so
popular. He sits on a log and has something to eat and drink while he
brushes the bits of mud off his bare calves. He can see glimpses of a
view through the trees.

After resting he starts back down the trail. In only a couple of hundred
feet he notices a side trail heading off into the weeds. It isn't
obvious. He had missed it on the way up. He feels curious about it,
though, and decides to follow it and see where it might lead.

The side trail is very lightly worn but it isn't hard to follow once he
realizes it is there. It leads through a grove of spruce trees and
around the side of the mountain. Since he is still quite close to the
summit it doesn't take long before he is nearly on the other side of the
mountain from where he started. Then, suddenly, the trail breaks out
onto a wide rocky overlook. There are still trees growing up between the
rocks here and there but the large, flat boulders make it difficult for
them and there is a lot of open space as well.

The view from the overlook is wonderful. John had no idea there was such
a place on that mountain. He scrambles over a couple of rocks to try and
find the best spot. There are still enough trees here and there to make
getting a really great view difficult. Then, just as he scrambles on top
of what looks like the largest rock around, he sees her. Laying out on
the rocks below is an attractive young woman... completely naked.

She did not see him. However he stoops down nonetheless. It is an
instinctive reaction. He doesn't want to embarrass her or invade her
privacy. Yet he also wanted to get a better look! After a moment or two,
once he was completely convinced that she hadn't seen him, he quietly
climbs down the back of the rock and makes his way around the side
looking for a good vantage point. He eventually finds a spot on a small
knoll where he can see her well and yet hide behind a brushy growth at
the same time.

He is above her, a bit behind her, and off to her right. He is only
about 50 feet away from her... close enough to see her fairly well but
not so close as to be easily spotted. He isn't sure what would happen if
she got up to leave but he figures she would at least get dressed first
and that would give him time to make his escape unnoticed.

She is a beauty. He guesses her to be in her early 20s. She has dark,
shoulder length hair and a good tan. Her breasts are medium sized and
they have a nice, full shape even as she lays on her back. Her legs are
long and at the top of them her pussy hair forms an obvious black
patch. It looks very lush and thick even from where he is sitting. She
is laying on a blanket and her clothes, along with what looks like a
day-pack, are in a pile next to her. She has removed even her boots and
socks.

John watches her for several minutes as she soaks up the sun's rays.
Then she reachs over to her stuff and gets a bottle of sunscreen and
starts spreading it over her body. She sits up to do her legs and her
face and her arms, taking time to really rub the lotion into her skin.
She is facing away from him, more or less, so there is no danger of her
seeing him. He just enjoys the show with his heavy cock thickening and
hardening in his pants.

When she is done putting sunscreen on her arms and legs she lays back
down again and starts to do her torso. He can see her hands working on
her belly and abdomen... sliding down between her legs... and then over
her hips and sides. She rolls over a bit and even rubs some sunscreen on
her ass... first one buttock and then the other. Finally she applies the
sunscreen to her well tanned breasts, working it in with sensuous,
kneeding strokes as if she is milking herself. Soon she is tugging on
her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, and pulling
on her tits erotically. She is no longer just rubbing the sunscreen into
her skin; she is turning herself on.

Without thinking John starts to rub his growing erection through his
shorts. Seeing this naked, attractive woman touch herself in such an
obviously sexual way arouses him. How long has it been since he was last
with a woman? Too long. Despite frequent self-pleasuring of his own, his
body responds rapidly to the vision before him. His cock presses
now uncomfortably against the restricting fabric of his clothes.

She goes slowly, obviously enjoying her touch. Yet eventually she takes
things to a new level and, much to John's delight, slids a hand between
her legs and starts stroking her pussy. She thrusts her hips upwards
anxiously to greet the new sensation and she spreads her legs widely in
response. She keeps one hand on her breasts, tweaking her nipples
occassionally, but it is clear that her focus has changed. The hand
between her legs is now the primary source of her pleasure. Her pace is
neither fast nor slow. She is relaxed and unhurried and yet also excited
and anxious to enjoy more.

Seeing the woman masturbate is more than John can stand. He unbuckles
his belt and unzips his shorts to let his cock spring free. In only a
few seconds it fills out to a full erection, jutting out gloriously from
his crotch with a slight upward arc. His balls, now exposed to the air,
are heavy with sperm and heave with anticipation of what is to come. He
wraps his hand around his shaft and starts to stroke gently. His eyes
never leave the woman pleasuring herself on the rocks in front of him.
Catching this stranger in such a vulnerable and erotic moment is
terribly exciting.

As she masturbates she draws her knees up and lays them out flat against
the blanket to either side. The soles of her feet are pressed together
now in what looks like some kind of erotic meditation. She moves her
hand in a circular pattern over her wide open pussy. She doesn't hide
anything. She masturbates right out in the open, totally exposed, at the
top of a mountain where the whole world can see.

After a few minutes she lifts one leg up and stretches it out to the
side. Then, after a minute or so, she does the same with the other leg,
pointing her toes in the process. Her hand bounces steadily between her
legs with her feet flung high and wide. She is so open. She imagines
giving herself to an unseen lover. She fantasizes that a spirit of the
forest has mounted her and she thrills to the feeling of his imaginary
cock slidding between the lips of her willing pussy. She is blissfully
unaware that a real man is just a few feet away watching.

John strokes himself steadily now; the pre-cum drips from his cock. He
is excited by how wanton the woman is. She must be wonderful in bed, he
thinks to himself. She is so free and so uninhibited. More than anything
he wants to go to her and fuck her. It would just be a chance meeting in
the woods. Two sexual beings, aroused and ready, coupling for the sheer
pleasure of it. He wouldn't need to know her name or where she lives or
anything about her. He just wants to fill her pussy with cum. What's
wrong with that? Yet he restrains himself. He doesn't want to risk
ruining the moment for the sake of some fantasy.

After a few minutes the woman lowers her legs and puts both feet flat on
the blanket with her knees up and apart. Her hand continues to work
steadily between her thighs and she thrusts her hips in an erotic
counterpoint. As her fingers slid over her clit again and again, she
thinks about being fucked. She doesn't care who does it as long as he
has a hard, thick cock and cum filled balls. Is that bad? It doesn't
feel bad. She gasps now with the pleasure of her touch. Her mouth is
open as she pants. Her sounds drift over the rocks to her secret
admirer.

John is close to the boiling point. The woman is moaning softly now and
it is almost more than he can stand. He cock is totally rigid. The head
of it is wet and slippery with pre-cum and he is panting himself
excitedly. He slows down a bit so that he will last. He wants to wait
until the woman cums before he will allow his own release. That's the
way he always does it. John is always a considerate lover.

The woman goes a little faster now. She feels herself getting close. The
sweet sensations are building and she knows that soon she will be
rewarded for her efforts. She doesn't know John is there watching her
and waiting for her, almost as anxious for her to reach her release as
she is.

She slids her finger over her clit again and again, rapidly now. She's
so wet... so excited. She's not thinking about being fucked any more.
She's focused completely on the rising tide of sensation that is
building between her legs. She stretches her legs out and hooks her
ankles one over the other, pressing her thighs together. With one finger
she rubs her exposed clit rapidly yet gently, her heart pounding with
arousal. It's too good! With a gutteral groan of exquisite pleasure her
body explodes into orgasm. Her hips thrust upward and her head comes
forward as waves of ecstacy flow from her pussy and radiate over her
body. Vaguely she's aware that she's moaning as the pleasure washes over
her. She doesn't care. It feels too good to care about anything but the
ecstacy.

John is transfixed as he watches the woman cumming on the rocks. What a
beautiful orgasm it is. He loves the way her breasts sway as her body
shakes with pleasure. As the woman starts to settle down, John strokes
his sensitive cock rapidly. There is no stopping now. In seconds his
balls tighten and he explodes into an orgasm of his own. He lets out a
stiffled groan as the first jet of cum sprays from this cock. Again...
again... again... his cock pumps out the thick, white fluid. His eyes
are closed and he gasps with pleasure as his body unloads his cum into
the empty air. The last few squirts run down his shaft and over his hand
before, finally, his orgasm is finished.

John pauses to catch his breath. There is cum on his hand, cock, and
balls as well as on his shorts. A large puddle of cum is on the rocks in
front of him. He looks up to see the woman laying back on her blanket,
arms outstretched, resting. "Thank you," he says softly to her. Of
course she does not hear it. He wipes up his cum with a leaf and quickly
buckles up his pants again. Then, as quickly and quietly as he can, he
slips away... leaving the woman to enjoy the warm sun and the cool air,
never knowing that her self pleasuring had been watched and appreciated
by another.

The End


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