Hiking Trail Hook-Up

The sun sat high and mean over the ridgeline, the kind of Saturday light that turned the forest floor gold and made every breath taste like warm pine. Joanna adjusted the strap of her pack and felt sweat already gathering at the small of her back. She was twenty, a junior at the state college, and she had picked the shorts on purpose — black hiking cutoffs that ended high on her thighs and clung when she moved. Xavier walked a step behind her on the narrow trail, twenty-one, same campus, three months into dating her and still hungry in a way that showed. She had been watching the line of his cock shift when he climbed. He had been watching her ass.

"You're doing that on purpose," he said.

"Showing off. Every time you step over a root you stick your ass out like you want my hands on it."

Joanna smiled at the dirt and didn't turn around. Her voice came easy, flirty, already a little breathless from the grade. "Maybe I do. Those shorts of yours aren't modest either. I can see how hard you're getting just from following me. It's rude, Xavier. Distracting."

He laughed, low. "You wore those knowing what they'd do to me. Don't act surprised."

"I'm not surprised. I'm enjoying it." She slowed until his chest met her back and the half-hard press of him nudged her through the thin fabric. The air was warm and still, and the trail had been empty since the lot. Isolation sat on her skin like another layer of sweat. "We've been dating three months and you still look at me like you're going to lose your mind if you don't get inside me."

"That's accurate." His hand settled on her hip, thumb stroking the bare strip of skin above her waistband. "You look good enough to wreck in those shorts. I've been half hard since the car."

"Only half?" She reached back and dragged her palm over the front of his shorts, feeling him jump under her hand. Thick. Hot through the cloth. She squeezed once and let go before he could grab her wrist.

"Joanna."

"What? You started it. Talking about how I look. Teasing me in the parking lot. Hand on my thigh the whole drive. You knew what this hike was."

"Yeah." He sounded rougher now. "I knew. I wanted you somewhere nobody could hear you except me."

The honesty of it went straight between her legs. She was already wet, and she had already told him yes.

They kept climbing because the overlook was the spot she had picked on the map, a hidden notch of rock ringed by trees, off the main tread. Every dozen steps the banter picked up again, thicker, worse.

"Your ass in those shorts is going to get me arrested," he said.

"There's no one here to arrest you. Just me. And I like the view too. You fill those shorts out when you get hard. I keep thinking about pulling them down and putting my mouth on you."

"Say that again."

"I want your cock in my mouth. I want it in my pussy more. I want you so bad I can feel it when I walk. My panties are a mess, Xavier. You've been looking at me like that for an hour and I'm soaked."

He swore. His hand found her ass and held, fingers digging in, possessive and careful at once. "You're killing me."

"Good. Suffer. Then do something about it."

"I will." His mouth brushed her ear as he passed her on a wide spot, body sliding along hers, cock grazing her hip. "Overlook. Two minutes. Then I'm done pretending we're just hiking."

"Who's pretending?" She caught his hand and brought it to her stomach, under the hem of her shirt, skin to skin. Her heart kicked. "I've been thinking about you bending me over since we left the apartment. Sunny Saturday, empty trail, you in those shorts. This was always going to happen."

"Yeah," he said, and the word was almost a groan. "It was."

The tension between them had weight. It pressed on her chest and her clit and the back of her tongue. The knowledge that in a few minutes she was going to have him inside her with the trees around them. Joanna's thighs rubbed together as she walked and the friction made her bite her lip. The path bent. Through the trunks she caught a flash of open light — the overlook, hidden, waiting.

The overlook was a shelf of stone tucked off the trail, screened by pines and a tangle of mountain laurel. Just a view of the valley and a smooth waist-high boulder near the tree line, sun-warmed, private. Joanna dropped her pack. Xavier dropped his. They looked at each other, breathing hard.

Then she crossed the space and pressed her body against his.

He caught her. His hands went to her waist, her ass, pulling her in so her stomach met the hard line of his cock. She went up on her toes and kissed him. The kiss was open-mouthed and hungry, and it made her knees weak. She fisted his shirt and ground against him, feeling him thicken, feeling the answer in her own body — a throb, a soak, the desperate clench of her pussy around nothing.

"Xavier," she whispered against his mouth. "I want you. Right here. I don't want to wait until we get back. I want you to fuck me on this overlook."

She slid a hand down and stroked the growing bulge in his shorts, bold, thumb circling the head until the cloth darkened with precum. "I want your cock out. I want you inside me while I'm still sweaty. I've been wet since the parking lot. Feel how bad."

He didn't make her ask twice. His hand left her ass, found the waistband of her shorts, and pushed inside — past the elastic, past her panties, two fingers sliding through slick heat until he found her pussy and rubbed. Joanna's head fell back. A moan broke out of her before she could swallow it. She was soaked. His fingers slipped, circled her clit, dipped lower and pressed at her entrance without quite pushing in.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're dripping. Joanna. Jesus. You're soaked through."

"I told you." She stroked him harder, feeling his cock jump against her palm. "I want you right here. I want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can't stand up. Say yes. Tell me you want it too."

"I want it." He rubbed her clit in tight circles, the way he knew she liked, and she rocked onto his hand, shameless. "I want to fuck you right here. I want to hear you. You sure? Out in the open like this?"

"Yes." She kissed him again, messy, and squeezed his cock through the shorts until he groaned into her mouth. "Yes. I want it. I consent. I'm asking. Please, Xavier. Don't stop. Put your fingers in me. Then put your cock in me. I need it."

"Eager," he said, voice breaking because he was so hard it hurt. He slid one finger into her, then two, slow, feeling her clench and flutter, her wetness coating his knuckles. She gasped and kept stroking his bulge. "Past the point," she managed. "We're past it. I'm not walking away from this. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

"I'm going to." He fucked her with his fingers, shallow and then deeper, thumb on her clit, and she sobbed a laugh because it was good and it wasn't enough. "You're so wet I could slide in right now. You want that? You want my cock?"

"Yes. Right now. Ruin me on that rock. I'm on the pill. I want you to cum in me. I want all of it."

He pulled his hand out of her shorts. His fingers shone. He held her eyes and sucked them clean, slow, and the sight punched a moan out of her. "Then turn around," he said. "I'm done waiting."

They were past the point of no return, eager and sure. Joanna's legs shook. Xavier's cock strained against his shorts, a thick obvious ridge she couldn't stop touching until he caught her wrist and walked her backward toward the boulder.

"Over it," he said. "Now."

The boulder was smooth and warm, waist-high, perfect. Joanna braced her hands on it and bent. The position shoved her ass up, shorts stretched tight, and Xavier made a sound like he'd been hit. He yanked her shorts and her panties down in one rough pull, dragging them to her ankles, baring her. Cool air hit her soaked pussy and she whimpered, spreading her feet.

"Look at you," he said. She heard his shorts shove down. Then the head of his cock dragged through her folds and pressed at her entrance. "Dripping. Fuck. You ready?"

"Yes. Put it in. Please."

He thrust. One long push, hard cock sinking deep into her dripping pussy from behind, stretching her open, filling her until his hips met her ass. Joanna cried out, loud, the sound bouncing off the trees. The angle was brutal and perfect, stretching her deep.

"God — Xavier — oh fuck —"

He gripped her hips and drew back, almost out, then drove in again. He set a deep, powerful rhythm that punched moans out of her. She pushed back to meet him, greedy, taking every inch.

"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder. I can take it. I want it."

He gave it to her. His hands tightened. He pounded her, long powerful strokes that jolted her up onto her toes, the slap of his hips against her ass sharp and filthy. She moaned loud, not trying to be quiet, cursing when he hit the spot that made her vision spark. He reached under her and rubbed her clit while he fucked her, and her knees nearly buckled.

"You love this," he grunted. "Getting fucked on a trail, shorts at your ankles, my cock buried in this wet pussy."

"I love it," she choked. "I love it, don't stop, don't you dare stop —"

He didn't stop. He fucked her through another dozen deep strokes, her pussy gripping him tight. Then he pulled out. The sudden emptiness made her whine. Before she could complain he spun her around, hands sure on her waist, and hauled one of her legs up, hooking her thigh over his hip, her shorts and panties still tangled at the ankle of the other foot. Her back met the boulder. He lined up and thrust back in, standing, the new angle sharp and deep.

"Oh — fuck — yes —"

"Hold on to me."

She did. Arms around his neck, one leg locked at his waist, the other braced, and he fucked her hard in that standing position, driving up into her, grinding against her clit with every stroke. She was close already, and the standing fuck shoved her to the edge.

"Xavier — I'm gonna — I'm right there —"

"Cum on it." His voice was raw. He lifted her leg higher and pounded into her, relentless, the head of his cock hitting deep. "Cum on my cock. I want to feel it. Give it to me, Joanna. Now."

She broke. The orgasm hit hard, a clenching wave that tore a shout out of her, her pussy pulsing around his shaft, milking him, wetness flooding down. She shook in his arms, forehead against his, moaning through it, hips jerking as she came hard on his cock. He didn't stop. He fucked her through it until she was gasping and clinging to him.

"That's it," he said, strained. "Fuck, I felt that. You came so hard. I'm close. I need —"

"Back over," she panted. "Bend me over again. Cum in me. I want it. Fill me up. Please."

He pulled out, spun her, and bent her over the boulder a second time. Her cheek met warm stone. He slammed back in, deeper, and the wet slap started again, faster now, chasing it. Joanna moaned, pushing back, telling him to cum in her. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her with short powerful thrusts until his rhythm broke.

"Joanna — fuck — I'm cumming —"

He buried himself deep and came. She felt the hot rush of his orgasm flooding her pussy, thick, filling her until it leaked around him. He groaned, hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her and pumped her full. She took it, moaning, squeezing around him, greedy for every drop.

"Fuck," he gasped, still throbbing. "Take it. Take all of it."

She did. She stayed bent, stuffed full of him, thighs shaking.

They stayed like that until the shaking eased. Xavier eased out of her slowly, and she felt the rush of his cum slip down her thigh. He breathed hard against her back, one hand stroking her hip, steadying her while she found her legs.

"You good?" he asked.

"So good," she said. "Help me up."

He crouched and worked her panties and shorts back up her legs, gentle now, careful over her sensitive skin, tugging them into place. His cum was still inside her, slicking her panties the second the fabric settled. He stood, fixed his own shorts, and turned her around. The kiss he gave her was long and deep, satisfied, tasting of sweat and the after of sex, her hands in his hair, his palms framing her face. When they broke apart they were both grinning.

"Hand," he said, and laced his fingers through hers.

They shouldered their packs and stepped back onto the tread. They walked hand in hand, boots finding the dirt, exchanging looks that kept breaking into smiles.

"Next time," Joanna said, swinging their joined hands, "we pack a blanket. And we find a longer trail. I want a whole afternoon of this."

"Next outdoor adventure," Xavier said, "I'm picking the spot. Somewhere I can bend you over and fill you again."

She laughed filthily. "Deal. But you're not cleaning all of it. I like walking back with you leaking out of me."

Joanna leaned in close enough that only he could hear the last thing she said.

"Next Saturday you're bending me over the first rock we find and pumping another thick load into my pussy before we even open the water bottles, and I'm going to moan like a slut the whole way down the mountain with your cum running down my thighs."