Chapter 17
The whole group was pumped for the weekend! We were planning a hike in this paradise spot. My crush would be there, and I was dying to kiss that boy. The problem was, we’d never had a real chance. A friend told me he was too shy to make a move because he thought I was “too much” for him and was scared I’d turn him down. The poor guy was such a dork! My face already hurt from smiling at him so much, and anything more would be rubbing it in his face how bad I wanted him.
He was gorgeous, but honestly, it was me projecting his disinterest onto the fact that I wasn’t as hot as he was — woman’s insecurities, nothing more. But things weren’t that bad; it felt like we were finally clicking on something. The week before the hike, we swapped a bunch of texts, some of them a little spicy, and we even agreed to be hiking buddies if we got lost — and I was dying to get lost in the woods with him!
On the day of the hike, I went with my usual light clothes, and underneath, one of my few dark panties — sometimes you gotta pee in the bushes and accidents happen! With a super light backpack on my back with just the basics and a baseball cap over my ponytail, I went to meet the crew. He was already there, grinning at me when I showed up. I walked over, and he took my hand, pulling me into a warm hug with a kiss on the cheek. I blushed like crazy, feeling all awkward, and my friends, the teases they are, smirked at me. I loved that after greeting me, he didn’t let go — he stayed right by my side, his arm around my waist like we were a real couple.
I could feel his hard muscles when he pressed closer, and it gave me these little flutters, making me blush all the time because I was so damn smitten with him. In conversations, I’d linger on his gaze, paying full attention to that killer smile framed by his square, manly face. He had this blond beard that was horribly patchy, which gave him this hot, laid-back vibe, making the whole package more intriguing and matching his gray eyes perfectly. I took it slow, letting him touch me and pressing closer to him bit by bit. A few times, he’d play with my hair and look into my sparkling eyes, and in those moments, I’d always think: “Now, finally, he’s gonna kiss me!” But there were all these people watching, and I didn’t want any witnesses to that crime.
On the bus, he pulled me to the back seats — it was all sudden, no talk or asking. We got lost in these long, deliciously slow kisses as the road carried us along, time slipping away unnoticed. His kiss was one of a kind, insanely perfect! I felt my body responding, going all soft and sensitive, and the touches got a little more playful. Boldly, my hand ran over his thigh and abs, skipping right over the spot I craved. I think he got hard; I didn’t have the guts to check, but I felt something stiff against the waistband of his pants at one point, and it drove me wild — I wanted to grab it so bad, but I had to play it cool. If the ride had lasted a few more minutes, things would’ve gotten really steamy. Unfortunately, we arrived, and I got off the bus with swollen lips and a red mouth — the vibe among my friends was all curiosity; we were the hot couple of the moment. I could see the hidden giggles when they looked at us!
At the start of the trail, there was this safety briefing, but we barely paid attention. We grabbed our gear and started the hike, hanging back from the rest of the group.
“And… if?”
“And if what, boy?”
He didn’t even need to spell it out; I knew he wanted to drag me off somewhere and have me away from the prying eyes. I just played dumb.
“That sign says there’s a fork up ahead. I heard almost nobody takes that path because it needs climbing gear. We could hang out there for a bit, then loop back to the entrance — what do you think?”
I wanted to say no, but a naughty grin took over my flushed face, giving away all the intentions I was trying to hide. And so we went. We kept falling behind, chatting like it was any old hike, step by step getting farther from the group.
Almost at the end of the first hour, a sign popped up in front of us. There were no friends around anymore, and we picked up the pace, taking the wrong path. We looked for a more secluded spot and found a little trail through the woods leading to a stream. There, our stage opened up before our eyes as we pushed through the green curtain of vegetation blocking the view — a low-canopy ipê tree in full bloom painted the ground in vivid yellow with its fallen flowers. The place was like a dream, as if a slice of paradise was right there in front of us. The air smelled fresh and green, the cool shade easing the hot sun’s fatigue from the walk, and the little river brought a soothing melody.
We washed our faces in the stream and sat under the tree, surrounded by the fallen petals framing the moment like a painting. The sweat from the hike still trickled down our bodies when his hands started exploring my curves, slipping under the fabrics to seek out the most intimate spots of my skin, like finding an oasis in the desert.
His mouth found mine, igniting an overwhelming desire that consumed all my senses, erasing any sense of space or time. Every touch was a promise, a boundary about to break. I waited, eager, for his hand to cross that final barrier, and when it did, he’d find me like a burst dam, overflowing in endless waves of pleasure, flooding him with the force of my surrender.
Without asking, he pulled my clothes down, the light breeze hitting my hot pussy sending a shivering chill, but his hand cupping it warmed things right up. My body arched tight, up on my tiptoes, held only by him as his strong hand with thick fingers danced wildly inside me, making time stand still so we could both feel that bliss together.
I wanted more — I offered myself to him, getting down like an animal with that tree as our witness, exposing myself in the shade. Everything that had been hidden came into view, and he joined me in a primal way, his rock-hard cock sliding against my soaking wet desire. The contact was intense, like fire meeting dry wood, sparking a flame that grew with every second. His thrusts started slow, almost worshipful, but soon picked up power, filling the silence with wet sounds and gasps. The world around us vanished, leaving only the synced pounding of our bodies, lost in the hunger of the moment.
He fucked me like a wild stallion, hard and relentless; pain and pleasure became best friends, bringing a rising tide — soft and unstoppable — carrying me to a place where time hung suspended. It was like every nerve in my body was a tuned string, vibrating in perfect harmony. A gentle heat spread, slow at first, then exploding in a wave of light and fire, devouring everything in its path.
My breath mingled with his, and in that instant, we weren’t two anymore, but one body, one universe pulsing as one. The world faded away, leaving only the sweet surrender, the embrace of ecstasy filling every void. And when the calm came, inside me there were the warm, liquid remnants announcing he couldn’t take any more.
We sat there, flanked by the flowers, and like them, we were dead tired too, as if life had drained out of us. In the fullness of that beauty, we’d reached the end.