Sunlight lanced through the tree cover, painting dappled patterns across the trail; birdsong filled the cool fresh air.  Normally, I would have been paying attention to these things, revelling in being outdoors where I felt most at home.  Normally, I would have been at the forefront of our walking group, striding ahead of the less experienced walkers to check out the trail ahead, covering almost half again as much ground as I constantly doubled back to check in on them.  Instead, today, I languished at the back of the group, struggling to keep up, taking short steps, my breath coming in quick bursts.  Today, my attention was not on the landscape through which we walked, but somewhere much more personal.  

From up ahead, Cassie – my girlfriend – called back down the trail, “You OK, Hickory?”  

I gritted my teeth and tried to speed up a bit, “Fine,” I called back; I could see some glances back towards me from the rest of the group: they knew that this wasn’t like me.  

I could hear Cassie speaking to Josh, the elk who was the third most-experienced hiker in our band, “Take the others on, OK? I’ll drop back and check in with Hickory.  We’ll catch you up at the next rest break in half an hour or so.”  His antlers dipped as he nodded, and I let my pace slow again, as Cassie waited by the side of the trail.  By the time I caught up to her, the others were round the next bend in the trail and I was losing sight of them through the dense foliage.

“What’s up, Hickory?”  Her tone was one of sweetest innocence, as if she had no idea whatsoever, but she couldn’t quite hide the mischievous glint in her emerald eyes.

“You know damn well what’s up.  Up me, specifically,” I replied with a pout, although I also couldn’t quite hide the amusement in my eyes.

“Don’t know what you mean.” She was openly smirking now.

A grin flitted across my lips in reply, “Oh, you already forgot how, in the tent this morning, you got me naked then had me spread my cheeks for you so you could shove a butt-plug in me, before making me promise to wear it all day?”  

The beautiful feline shook her head.  “No, I’m sure I’d remember something like that.  Maybe you’d better show me, see if that sparks any recollection.”

I glanced up and down the trail – although I’d almost certainly hear anyone coming before I could see them.  “Here?”  She nodded.  I turned and took a step away from her before yanking down my shorts and underpants, bending over and thrusting my modest ass in her direction.  I could feel the flared base of the butt-plug nestled between my cheeks.  Lowering my shorts had also revealed the extent to which my arousal had dampened my undergarments, and even outdoors I could now smell the evidence of my libido.

“Oh, that butt-plug,” Cassie said, as she stepped in towards me.  Her fingers brushed over the base of the plug, and I let out a low moan as it pressed just a little deeper inside me, then moaned again as her fingers dropped lower between my thighs.  “Gods, Hickory, you’re wet!  You might be complaining, but something tells me you like this.”

“Never...said… I didn’t,” I managed to gasp as her fingertips brushed along the edge of my overheated cunt.  “It’s just really hard to walk fast!”

“And it’s a good thing your shorts are black or everyone would see…” Cassie mused.  The thought of everyone seeing the evidence of my excitement drifted through my mind, and if anything I got even wetter.

I started to straighten up but Cassie put a hand in the small of my back.  “Stay like that,” she instructed, “Put your hands against that tree trunk.”  I made a small questioning noise.  “I think you deserve a reward, my little rat.  I’m going to make you come, right here on the trail, out in the open.   And I’m not going to stop until you do come, so unless you want the next hiker along to see you, you’d better come quick.”  I whimpered a little, half in delight, half in embarrassment, but obeyed, leaning forwards and bracing against the tree, spreading my legs as much as the shorts stretched between my thighs would allow.

Cassie didn’t waste any time, slipping two fingers straight into me. I was so well lubricated that she met no resistance, and she began to slide them back and forth.  The thumb of that hand found my clitoris and began to massage that as she worked.  

“Oh, f-fuck, fuck me, Cass!”  The words fell unbidden from my lips as the tide of pleasure that had been slowly building all day as I walked began to flood my being, overcoming all defences.

“Come for me, Hickory,” she said, as her other hand played with the butt-plug that was firmly lodged in my ass, twisting it inside me, tugging gently on it before pushing it in, as she continued to work her magic on my cunt.  It didn’t take long at all before my body obeyed her command, my knees shaking, as I gasped out my climax, pressed against the solid strength of the tree.

Cassie withdrew her fingers from the tight grasp of my quim, and I sank to my knees, chest heaving for air to replace that which I’d exhaled in ecstatic cries.  Cassie kneeled behind me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace.  “I love you, little rat.”

“Love you too, Cassie.”

She lifted her fingers to my mouth. “Clean me off.”  Obediently, I extended my tongue and licked my own juices off her hand, the taste of myself filling my mouth.  Once I had performed to her satisfaction, she stood and helped me up.

“I hope that helped,” she said as I pulled up my shorts and re-fastened them.

“Oh, yeah, now I’ve got to walk with a plug in my butt and wobbly legs from a really good orgasm. Great help, Cass.”  But I was smiling when I said it.

“You love it really.”

“I do.  And you.  But you remember it’s my turn tomorrow, yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.  What’re you going to do to me?”  Her eyes were bright with anticipation.

“I don’t know, yet.  But it’s going to be terrible,” I threatened.  

“I’ll love it.  And you.”  She took my hand in hers, and we headed up the trail to catch up with the others.