Chapter 17
The whole group was super pumped for the weekend! We were planning a hike in this paradise spot. My crush was gonna 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 dope, a total idiot! My face already hurt from smiling at him so much, and anything more would be rubbing it in his face how bad I wanted to hook up with him.
He was gorgeous, but honestly, it was me seeing disinterest from him because I didn't think I was as hot as he was—woman's insecurities and nothing more. But things weren't that bad; it seemed 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 partners if we got lost—and I was dying to get lost in those woods with him!
On the day of the hike, I went with my usual light clothes, and underneath, one of the few dark panties I owned—sometimes you gotta pee in the bushes and accidents happen! With a super light backpack on my back with the basics and a cap over my ponytail, I went to meet up with everyone. He was already there, smiling at me when I arrived. I walked up, and he took my hand and gave me a nice hug with a kiss on the cheek. I turned beet red from being so embarrassed, and my friends, the goofballs they are, grinned mockingly at me. I loved that after greeting me, he didn't let go—he stayed close by my side with his arm around my waist like we were a real couple.
I could feel his firm muscles when he leaned into me more, and it gave me little flutters in my chest. I blushed all the time because I was such a fool for him, totally smitten. In conversations, I always lingered 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, and it gave him this hot, sloppy vibe that made the whole look more interesting and matched his gray eyes perfectly. I took it slow, letting him touch me and pressing closer to him bit by bit. A few times, he played with my hair and looked into my sparkling eyes, and in those moments, I always thought: "Now, finally he's gonna kiss me!" But there were all these people watching around us, and I didn't want any witnesses to that crime.
On the bus, he pulled me to the back seats—everything happened fast, no talk or asking, just long, deliciously slow kisses carrying us along the road without us noticing the time. His kiss was one of a kind, incredibly perfect! I felt my body responding, getting all soft and sensitive, and the touches turned a bit more playful. Boldly, my hand ran over his thigh and stomach, skipping right over the part I wanted most. 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 I went crazy wanting to grab it—but I had to be careful. 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 smirks when they looked at us!
At the start of the trail, there was this kind of meeting about safety—of course, we didn't pay any attention. We got our gear sorted and started the hike, hanging back from the rest of the group.
"And... if?" he said enigmatically, looking around.
"'And if' what, boy?" He didn't even need to say it; I knew he wanted to drag me off to some corner and have me away from the prying eyes of the others. 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 head 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. Always lagging behind, we chatted 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, following 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-crowned ipê tree in full bloom painted the ground with vivid yellow petals. The place was like a dream, as if a slice of paradise was right in front of us. The air smelled fresh and green, the cool shade easing the tiredness from the hike under the hot sun, 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, sliding under the fabric in search of the most intimate parts of my skin, like someone seeking an oasis in the middle of a desert.
His mouth found mine, igniting an overwhelming desire that consumed all my senses, dissolving any sense of space or time. Every touch of his was a promise, a boundary about to be crossed. I waited, anxious, 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 sent a shiver through me, but his hand cupping it warmed me right up. My body arched tight, up on my tiptoes, held only by him. Inside me, his strong hand with thick fingers danced wildly, making time stand still so we could both feel that pleasure together.
I wanted more. I offered myself to him, getting down like an animal with that tree as our witness, exposing myself in that shade. Everything that had been hidden came into view, and he joined me in a primal way with a firmness that made my body shake. His hard, rigid cock slid against my soaking wet pussy, full of desire. The contact was intense, like fire meeting dry wood, sparking a flame that grew with every second. His movements started slow, almost reverent, but soon picked up power, filling the silence with sounds and sighs. The world around us vanished, and all that was left was the unified pulse of our bodies, given over to the hunger of the moment.
I got fucked like a filly, hard and relentless. Pain and pleasure became best friends, bringing a rising tide with them—gentle and inevitable—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 soft heat spread, slow at first, until it exploded in a wave of light and fire, consuming everything in its path.
My breath met his, and in that instant, we weren't two anymore, but one body, one universe pulsing as one. The world around us 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, surrounded 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.