1 comments/ 15010 views/ 2 favorites An Encounter - The Hike By: SereneGal *Authors Note* This story follows our same couple from the other 2 "Encounter" stories. It's not necessary to read the other stories to follow along with this one. This story has a longer "build-up" time than the previous "Encounter" stories. It's also quite a bit longer. If you'd rather skip to the "good" part, I've included a handy set of *stars* Enjoy! An Encounter - The Hike *SMACK*... "Ouch!... What the hell?" I can't help but scream as I'm awakened by a resounding slap to my naked ass. "Up. Up and get ready." He manages to say through his laughing. I roll onto my back and give him my most evil look at the rude awakening. "Up to get ready and go where?" He turns to the night stand and gets the cup of coffee he must've brought in with him. I push myself higher in the bed and rest my back against the headboard. As he attempts to hand me the coffee, I grab a handful of the front of his shirt and pull him in for a toe-curling kiss. "Why don't we skip the coffee and the getting out of bed? You could crawl in here with me and I'm sure we could find something to do with our Saturday." He chuckles and extracts himself from my hold. I'm ceremoniously handed the coffee and he proceeds to tell me to dress for a hike. "A hike?" "Yep. A friend told me about this great place up in the mountains. So drink your liquid breakfast and get that cute ass in the shower. I've got everything packed and ready to go." I grumble my way out of bed and into the shower. By the time I'm out, I'm fully awake and beginning to appreciate his plans. A hike in the woods, exercise, fresh air, and following his own adorable ass down a path definitely has it's perks. A short drive later we arrive at the entrance to the marked hiking trails. I'm starting to get excited by our little adventure and wonder if perhaps I can talk him into finishing what I tried to start in the bed this morning. It worked out well on the train, after all. Where exactly are we going?" I wonder aloud, when I see he's carrying a quite full backpack with a sleeping bag nestled below it. "What? You've never heard of being prepared? Boyscouts can't have it all wrong." I laugh at that a little, and shake my head. This day is looking better and better all the time. A couple of hours of following said adorable ass later... We arrive at what I assume is our destination. I hear the burbling of flowing water and see the path beginning to open up ahead. As we reach the end of the marked path, I'm astounded at the view before me. A small pool of water is nestled in a clearing. At one side of the pool there is a waterfall that's at least 30 feet high. The water cascades down a series of ledges and flows to a drop-off point, where it forms a sort of natural shower, which flows into the pool. The pool is surrounded by wildflowers and lush grasses. It's breathtakingly beautiful. He turns to smile at me, and gauge my reaction to the lovely gift he's just given me. I drop my own small pack and wrap my arms around his waist. "Thanks for bringing me here. It's beautiful." "Just wait... you'll like what's next even better." "What could possibly be next?" I ask, as I'm snuggled up under his chin, with my head resting on his chest. "You'll see," he says as he begins to unpack. The sleeping bag is unzipped and laid out on the ground. When the backpack is opened, he removes another smaller blanket, and spreads it atop the sleeping bag. Next, he takes out a small insulated bag and several containers and places them on the blanket. I realize then, that he's packed us a picnic, and my heart flutters at the sweetness of the gesture. The last thing he removes from the overloaded pack are two towels. I glance at his face, and his trademark smirk is in place. Yes, he's planned this quite well. "Would've been nice if you'd told me to wear my bathing suit, Dear." He stands and brushes off his knees. He walks towards me pulling his shirt over his head. "Who says we need suits?" The sight of his hairy masculine chest truly sets my heart to racing now. "This place isn't exactly off the beaten path. What if someone comes?" I ask as I take a hasty step back. He reaches out for me and draws me into his arms again. His hands running under my shirt, to caress the small of my back. One hand wanders down to squeeze my butt cheek tightly in his grasp. "This, from the girl who gave such a nice show on the train last month? You know, I've been dying to return the favor. If someone comes along... well, all the better. I'll give a lesson in how to please a woman. But first, let's take a nice refreshing dip." With these words, he slowly lifts my shirt over my head, and places a soft kiss on my neck. His hands reach behind me, to unfasten my bra. Our eyes are locked as he draws the straps down my arms and drops the bra to the ground at our feet. The look in his eyes says he's ready to devour me, and not the picnic. I lose the last of any inhibitions as he ducks his head and sucks my nipple deeply into his mouth. Kneading it with his teeth and tongue, for a short moment. I run my fingers through his hair and clutch his head to my chest with a moan. He pulls back and releases it with a resounding pop. Dropping to his knees again, he places tender kisses down my breast bone and stomach. His tongue works its way into my navel and I squirm with a giggle, at the tickling sensation. His hands begin to work on my jeans, undoing the button, and easing the zipper down. Those same soft kisses, trailing ever lower as he pushes the pants down my legs. He helps me work my shoes off and step out of the pants. "No panties on a hike? What a dirty girl. What exactly, were you expecting to happen?" I just shake my head, speechless. I'm now standing naked before him, or anyone else who may happen by. My breath catches as he grabs my hips and spins me around. I feel teeth clamp down my ass cheek and jump in his firm hold. He laughs and releases me. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I just had to taste my favorite freckle." With this, he unties and toes off his own boots, and drops the rest of his own clothes. He too, now stands naked and unashamed in the afternoon light that filters through the trees. I am both lost to the beauty of him, and wet with anticipation. A step forward and I feel his erection brush against my hip. He bends over and places his shoulder in my stomach. When he straightens, I laugh, because I'm now firmly planted over that same shoulder as he carries me towards the water. I feel his hands caressing the back of my legs, working their way towards my ass. He has a way of distracting me with a single touch. Lost in the sensation, I forget we're now knee deep in water and when I'm thrown backwards, I go under with shock. I come sputtering up out of the water, wiping it out of my eyes. He's now standing with his hands wrapped around his middle laughing for all he's worth. I should be angry, but the joy on his face negates any bad thoughts instantly. I turn and lazily swim toward the waterfall end of the pool. When I roll onto my back, I see he's also swimming, and gaining ground with his long armed strokes. I stop and float in place, allowing him to catch up. "What do you think of the place?" He asks as he turns and floats beside me. I look over and see him floating peacefully, eyes closed, and exact a little revenge. I straighten in the water and push on his belly to make him go under the water. When he surfaces I laugh and say, "It's lovely, as you know. Which friend told you about it?" He pushes his wet hair back and smirks, he just says, "You'll see." *************************************************************** I'm at a loss to what he means, but surrounded by so much beauty I decide not to dwell on it. When we reach the end of the pool with the waterfall, we both step out of the pool and underneath the flowing water. The mountain run-off is colder, and I begin to shiver. I'm once again wrapped in his arms. Nestled in the warmth of his chest, with water flowing over and around us. I tilt my head up for a kiss and am rewarded with his palm on the back of my head and his mouth descending on mine in a passionate collision of lips and tongues. His tongue swirls into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. We kiss under the waterfall until I lose all sense of time and space. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together, I'm totally engaged in him, only him. After an unknown amount of time, he releases my mouth and raises his head. Lost in a fog of lust, I'm surprised when he says, "Come on... I'm hungry." He then takes my hand and jumps back into the pool. When we reach the opposite bank, I run for my towel and wrap it around myself. My body is confused at the mixed signals. The heat from the air and our passion, at war with the cold water running off of me. I move to sit on the blanket and am tackled by my big wet lover. He's foregone the towel and rubs his wet body sensually against mine as he presses my back to the blanket. I'm covered by him completely until I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel his renewed erection press against my opening, then grind against my clit. I circle my hips and rub his hard cock against it. Loving the feel of his wet skin sliding against mine. His cock nudging ever closer. Just when I think he's about to enter me, he's gone. A sudden rush of air against my body chills me once more and I open my eyes to see him rummaging again in the backpack. His hand emerges with a small length of soft rope and a tent stake. At my confused expression, he leans over me again and whispers, "I told you I was hungry. But it seems like I've forgotten any plates. You'll have to serve as one." He then captures my hands and quickly ties them together at the wrist. My breathing speeds to a panting rhythm, as I realize what the tent stake is for. He loops the knot between my wrists over the hook in the stake and impales it into the ground. Sitting back on his heels, he takes in his handiwork with a devilish look in his eyes. I'm lying naked, arms stretched above my head, in this only partially secluded clearing. I can't seem to form a word, as I lie there for his perusal. Breath heaving, moisture gathering between my legs, I writhe in place in an attempt to get him to touch me again. He stands abruptly and reaches down to his pile of clothes. He retrieves his boxers and puts them on. I wonder what he's doing, until I follow his line of sight and see a pair of hikers standing at the entrance to the clearing. I can't see them very well from my vantage point, but I do notice that they're both men. Ball caps shade their features from view. My lover just nods casually and resumes his place at my side on his knees. Although I knew it was a possiblity, I didn't think he'd so casually leave me lying here, out in full view, if people came. "What are you doing? Aren't you going to cover me up or anything? Let me up." I say as I struggle with my bonds, in an attempt to free myself. He looks again to the two men. They've casually spread a blanket of their own at the entrance to the clearing and taken a seat. He leans forward on one hand and uses the other to brush my hair off my face. He tucks an errant curl behind my ear and huskily whispers, "Why would I do that?" You know this turns you on as much as it does me. Knowing they can look but not touch. Hear, but not taste you. Watch you come undone, under my hands, lips, and tongue." He then trails his finger down my face, chest and stomach to my aching clit. Farther down he feels how wet I've become and casually slides his finger through my juices. My body quivers and I push into his touch. Unable to resist him. He holds his wet finger up and studies it. "This tells me just how much you're enjoying this. Don't worry, they won't come any closer. You're all mine." Then he takes his finger and puts it into his mouth and licks it clean. "Mmmm delicious. And I did say I was hungry." He turns to the containers he'd set out previously and begins removing the lids. I see a container of various fruit pieces. One of what appears to be some sort of jam. Yet another container, from the insulated bag, holds tiny chocolate chips. All small finger foods, or foods that can be eaten without utensils. I have an absurd thought to write the "boy scouts" and thank them for their lessons on preparedness. Also from the insulated bag, he pulls out several bottles of water and some kind of juice. After another glance at our watchers, he asks, "Are you thirsty, babe?" Still unable to form a coherent sentence, I clear my throat and try again. A raspy "yes", manages to make it out. He pops top on the bottle of water and puts a hand under my head to hold it up and places the bottle to my lips. I drink greedily as I stare just as greedily into his eyes. When my thirst has been sated, he lowers my head back to the blanket and retrieves the container of chocolate chips. "Are you going to be a good girl and hold still? Or, do I have to tie your feet in place as well?" He asks this in the dominating tone he adopts now and then. After a shiver runs down my spine, I glance from him to our watchers and back again to his eyes. The blue in them burning with a barely restrained passion. Knowing his hunger is only for me, dissolves any last vestiges of doubt. "Whatever you wish." I whisper back, and settle in to see where this goes. He cocks his head to the side and studies me yet again. He seems to come to a conclusion and says," I think we'll leave them untied, so I have easier access to my lunch." With this, he knee walks down my body and places a chocolate drop on the top of each foot. He proceeds to place a kiss, and a chocolate drop every few inches up the entire length of both legs. When he gets to the juncture, and my center, he carefully places one atop my cleft. Holding still under the onslaught of his tiny kisses and caresses is harder than I'd imagined. I do my best, so as not to lose any of the candies he's placed in such a precise order. When he's finished, I'm rewarded with a quick kiss to my waiting lips. Setting the container down, he picks up the jam. He scoops up finger fulls of the sweet jam and smears a line from my pubic bone to my breast bone, between my breasts, and around each one. He finishes off with a small flourish and places a large dollop on each nipple. After closing the container, he inspects his now jam covered fingers and then places them on my lips. I open my mouth and suck them inside. I taste the blackberry jam as I work my tongue over them, licking them clean. He moans as he works them into and out of my mouth. A small wince crosses his features and he makes a motion, as if to rise to his feet. He stops, then looks to our audience and shouts, " You guys dont' mind if I get comfortable do you?" They must've answered in the affirmative, because he rolls to his feet and kicks his boxers off. His hard, dripping cock stands out in front of him. Pointing to me, as if to stake it's own claim. My mouth waters at the sight and I wish I were untied, so I could take him into my mouth and taste him. I unconciously lick my lips and taste the remnants of the jam, instead of his sweet precum I crave. He follows my eyes, and sees where my gaze is riveted. He smiles and works his foreskin back and forth in his hand a few times, stroking himself and teasing me at the same time. Precum bubbles to the tip and I instantly lick my lips again. He chuckles and drops back to his knees. "Not yet naughty girl, it's my time to eat... not yours." Next comes the container of fruit. He chooses a blackberry and places it between his teeth. He again leans over me and offers it to me from his own mouth. I readily accept his offering and try to take advantage of his position for a deeper kiss. "Eh Eh Eh..." He says while shaking his head. " You'll disturb my masterpiece, be still." That same commanding tone again causing a shiver. I watch as he moves to my hands. In each palm he places a small triangle of watermelon. Along my wrists and arms, he alternates with other pieces of fruit. Raspberries, blueberries, canteloupe, orange wedges. All placed precisely, all placed after either a kiss or a lick of his tongue. My breath is coming in quick little pants. A deeper breath would dislodge his artistry. My arousal is already near peak and he hasn't touched me for more than a split second at a time. I watch him select one last piece of fruit. Another orange wedge. He holds his hand in the air over my mouth and I open it. He squeezes the tangy juice into my mouth in drops and spurts. I snake my tongue out of my mouth and attempt to catch his fingers. He shakes his head in reproof and sets down the container. He leans over and retrives his pants once more and gets his cellphone out of the pocket. I guess I shouldn't be shocked that he's opening the camera app to take a few pictures. It's nothing we haven't done on many occasions before. I am shocked, however, at his restraint. My pussy is so wet that I can feel my own juices running down the cleft of my ass. I think to myself that it's a good thing I'm the one tied down today. Otherwise I'd be attacking him and impaling myself on the massive cock he keeps casually waving in my face. My desire must be mirrored on my face because he looks into my eyes once more and casually tosses the phone away. His lips claim mine again in a kiss so fierce and hot, I wonder if one of us will end up with a bloody lip. He growls deep in his throat and moves again to kneel next to my hands. His own control is reaching a breaking point. I feel the slight bite of his teeth as he quickly snatches the watermelon out of my palms. Juice runs down his chin in his haste. The raspberries on my wrists are sucked into his mouth with a quick flick of his tongue. He licks a path up my arm, to the underside of my bicep and clamps down with a deep sucking bite. I writhe and moan, ever careful of the food perched upon my body. As he leans across me to afford the other arm the same treatment, his glorious erection is bobbing in my face. I attempt to raise my head and catch his cock in my mouth. A quick taste of him is all I want at this moment. The second the tip of my tongue touches the head of his cock he pauses his licks and subtle bites. My gaze travels up his torso and our eyes meet again. I give him a look of pleading hunger and he nods subtly. His hips press forward and his cock shifts further into my mouth. I open wider and allow him full use of my mouth. My tongue winds sinuously around him as he plunges deep and withdraws again and again. I moan and the vibrations travel the length of him and he shifts abruptly, taking my treat away again. Back on task he licks a path from my arms, to my neck and down to the trail of jam he has spread all over me. His tongue glides between my breasts and around the left one to the dollop he's left on my nipple. He licks it clean and takes the nipple between his teeth and pulls his head back, stretching it outward. I hiss at the pleasure/pain, and the intensity of feeling consumed by him. Releasing it, he immediately turns to the other nipple to give it the same licking, biting and stretching treatment. He bites down a little harder and is rewarded with a gasping indrawn breath. I don't know how much more I can take and he hasn't even gotten to my bottom half yet. Following his trail around this breast he travels down my stomach, licking up every last bit of the blackberry jam. His head bobbing and moving back and forth. His wet, raspy tongue covering every inch of my torso, in neverending, increasingly faster paced loops. When he reaches the slit of my pussy he stops and sits back on his heels again. He inspects my body and smiles in that way he has. " Well now that I've been a good boy and eaten my fruit, I think it's time for dessert." An Encounter - The Hike A small sound of dismay escapses me and he laughs and shakes his head again. At this point, I want nothing more than to be filled with him. I want his hot dripping cock pounding me relentlessly until I can take no more. It isn't until he glances away from me that I remember our voyeurs. I tilt my head back to see them as well, and notice that they've gotten decidely more comfortable. Well... if comfortable means releasing and enjoying their own hands stroking their erections. I gasp at this display and look to my lover to see his reaction. I'm unsure if this has gone farther than he'd intended when he allowed them to watch our lovemaking. Instead of dampening his desire, this seems to inflame him further. I'm treated to another bruising, biting kiss and the feel of his hands running over my body. I almost forget the now half-melted candies strung out along my legs and move them minutely in his direction. He, ever the observant lover, notices and extracts his lips from mine. He resituates himself, now kneeling between my spread legs. I look down my body to his magnificence on display. His proud and aching cock curving out from his body, for me, and only me. He lowers his head and to my surprise takes my big toe into his mouth and suckles it. This is something new and quite sensual. Releasing it from his mouth, he licks up the top of my foot and takes the candy he placed there carefully with his teeth. I see it has left behind a little dot of chocolate which he cleans off with his tongue. With my calf now cradled in his palm, he works his way up my leg. Nipping and biting the candies. Licking and sucking at the chocolate left behind. Ever so slowly he approaches the juncture of my thighs, and I sigh as I now expect a welcome relief from his sweet torment of me. Again he surprises me by skipping over my center and focusing his attention on the other leg. Slowly swirling his tongue down and around the candies now. His lips, not his teeth picking up these pieces. Each caress is a brand, burning down to every nerve ending he touches. Now that my right leg is free, I use my foot to caress him in return. I run my toes up the back of his leg and around to the front, trying to draw him back to me and my swollen, aching clit. Ever focused on his task he ignores my directives and continues licking and sucking down my leg to my left foot. Only once this candy is removed, does he finally, finally look back to me. I'm writhing helplessly in place, wanting and needing to feel his skin upon mine. Needing to feel his weight settle between my thighs. Needing to feel his torturous tongue on my center or his cock driving deep, as only he can. He begins his descent by running his palms up the inside of my calfs, then my thighs, and around my hips. Hovering closer he moves his hands around and underneath me, cupping my butt in his hands. My pelvis is raised and at long last, he lowers his mouth to my clit. Encircling the bud with his lips and flicking it rapidly with his tongue. He squeezes my ass as he dives deeper into me. His head moving back and forth rapidly, I feel the stubble on his cheeks marking my thighs. An added burning sensation I relish. I dig my heels into the blanket and undulate as much as his grip will allow me. I gasp and moan his name, unable to be quiet any longer. He skillfully applies exquisite pressure with his tongue and lips, drawing me ever closer to the orgasm I've been denied for so long. Releasing one cheek he trails his fingertip across and down the cleft of my ass. It passes by my backdoor with a subtle touch and he enters my soaking wet pussy. Curling his finger slightly he works it in and out of me, while still licking my clit and taking me to further heights. He speeds his hand and flicks his tongue again before changing to sucking the hardened bud between his lips. My whole body shivers as I feel myself let go and scream his name as my orgasm flows outward from my center. I buck and writhe in his grasp and pant in short quick breaths as the tingling sensation reaches every part of my body. Flowing out in a white-hot heat, searing me to the bones. My legs collapse and my hips slam back into the ground. For a moment, I float, awash in a sea of sensation. Even after that tremendous orgasm, I need to feel him inside me. I need to look into his eyes as he enters me, as he takes me. I wish for a moment that my hands were untied so I could grab his head and force him higher for a kiss to his shining lips. Instead, he is lapping steadily and slowly at my pussy. Bringing me down from the peak. I'm in no mood for slow, he doesn't quite realize what he's done to me. I wrap my legs around his hips and am only able to whisper the single word, "please." He must hear the need in my hushed voice, or see it written so clearly on my face, because he surges up and claims my lips. I taste a mixture of fruit and chocolate combined with my own essence on his tongue. He grunts as he feels my heels nudging him closer, pulling him to me. My hands may be tied, but for now I'm far from passive. I need him and intend for him to see how much. I move against him as much as I can. Feeling his body hair scrape along sensitive nerve endings. I moan and whimper with each movement, still trying to get him inside me, where he belongs. I growl and bite down on his bottom lip, lost to the carnal part of me he's set free. "Easy Babe, easy, I've got you." He leans up on one hand and guides his cock, finally, to my aching waiting center. A thrust of his hips and he drives himself home, completely. A hissed, "yes," and another groan is all I can manage as I lock my heels around his waist. He moans my name as he grinds himself inside of me. Our eyes meet and remain fixed to eachother. No longer two, but one. He's stretched out on top of me, his hands sealed around my bound arms. His pelvis rolls back and forth as he swings his hips, into and back out of me. Harder and faster with each stroke. His cock pounding ferociously, his rhythm relentless and primal. His need as great as my own now, breath heaving with his exertions. Again and again and again he thrusts into me, lost in the frenzy. I once more lose sense of the time as we're joined. Concious of only him and our passion. I'm sure many minutes have passed in a blur of sensation. I can feel both of our peaks building, in the slight faltering of his rhythm, and the tingling heat building inside of me. He leans down and seals his lips to mine in a brutal and punishing kiss, then releases my lips with a harsh gasp and plunges even deeper inside of me. A few more grinding strokes of his hot cock and he clamps his teeth down on the pulse point in my neck and finally lets go in a singular neverending thrust. I hear his grunting, growling release and the mumbling uttering of my name, I come undone as well. I feel myself clutching and releasing his pulsating cock. His seed is hotter than fire, filling me in waves as my own climax milks him dry. I ride the tide of tingling numbness as it spreads to every point of my body. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting and out of breath. Our sweat slickened bodies spent. I don't know how long we float there, in our cloud of euphoria. I only rouse when I feel my hands being released. I look up and startle with shock when I see who is releasing my bound hands. My lover awakens out of his stupor and smiles his all to familiar grin. At me, and at who else, but....our Nordic God from the train. "I'm sorry for intruding, and coming closer than we'd said. But you were both out of it, and she's been tied for quite some time." My man reaches for the blanket and lays it over me. I wonder to myself, why bother at this point? But, with the haze of passion now spent, I can understand. He then starts a gentle massage of my shoulders and my arms. Ensuring himself I'm okay. I'm quick to point out, that I am more than okay. He looks up to N.G. with an outstretched hand and says, " No... Thank you, I uhhh didn't expect to go out of it like that." N.G. takes his hand, and I once again see something exchanged between them. He glances to me and back to my lover. "Hey, you two were lost in eachother for quite awhile. I can see why you were both down for the count." He looks lost in thought as his gaze wanders from me and my guy and back again. I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. My guy looks to N.G.'s buddy, whoever he is, and nods and waves. He gets a nod and a wave in return. Then he tells N.G. "Thanks for telling me about this place. Also, thanks for this." He holds his closed fist up, and I still can't see what's inside it. "Believe me, it was truly my honor and pleasure." He looks down at me with that old familiar wink, and says, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life." With those words, he turns and walks back to his waiting friend, and they disappear through the trees. My lover kisses me gently on the forehead and finally shows me what's in his hand. It's a memory card for a camera. "Didn't you read his business card when I showed it to you last time?" I shake my head in confusion, still a little befuddled by this turn of events. "He's a professional photographer. I contacted him, for that purpose. I wanted some professional shots of us together, and we came up with this idea. Was that okay?" I laugh tiredly and say, "Is this one of those... ask forgiveness afterwards, instead of permission beforehand things?" He laughs and nods his head. I can't fault his logic, as I so loved the end results. Now I couldn't wait to get home and look at the pictures. I'm glad we have them, to commemorate such an amazing encounter. "How about we get back in the water to refresh and recharge before we head home?" He says this as he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. I shake my head ruefully and say, "I'm definitely going to need something, if I have to trek two hours down this mountain after that. You may have to carry me." He laughs again, as I knew he would. I laugh too and hold out my hand. He takes it and twines our fingers together. He kisses our clasped knuckles. Hand in hand this time, we step into the cool water.