Sex On The Trail (M/F/F Menage Stranger Outdoor Erotica)
When I started hiking the Appalachian Trail, I thought I was going to find myself. What I really found, however, was two sexy strangers and my inner slut! More
When I started hiking the Appalachian Trail, I thought I was going to find myself. What I really found, however, was two sexy strangers and my inner slut! This 4700 word short story is packed with anonymous oral and vaginal sex, both M/F and F/F/M!
I had just started to consider making a trip into the next town I came to in order to find a sex shop when I saw him. He was half a mile or so ahead of me on the trail, and I would have missed him if there hadn’t been a long section of straight trail, without any bends for him to disappear around. He was hiking north as well, but was walking at a far greater pace than myself. I decided to increase my pace to try and catch up with him, or at least keep up with him.
As I got closer, I got a better look at him, and I definitely liked what I saw. He was tall – he had more than half a foot on me – and his rock hard calves and bare arms were deeply tanned. He wore an expensive and very well packed backpack, and it was obvious that he was an experienced hiker. He also wore the pack high enough for me to get tantalizing glimpses at his perfectly sculpted ass as he walked.
Hiking all day while you’re so wet that your panties are completely soaked through, by the way, is not very comfortable.
I desperately wanted to pull him off the trail and **** his brains out, but how was I going to make that happen? How would he react to some random stranger running up behind him in the middle of nowhere and grabbing his ass? Besides, it was all I could do to even keep him in sight with his much longer stride – catching up to him was out of the question, unless I shouted to him, something like, “Hey, wait up, I need you to **** me!”
Soon after lunch, I couldn’t keep up any longer, and I sat down to rest and eat. I ate my energy bars and trail mix as fast as I could, but when I was done, he was gone. I cursed myself, and hurried up the trail, but soon slowed down and admitted the fact that he was just a fantasy, and I was probably better off that way. I resumed my normal pace, and knew that wherever I stopped for the night, I would be fingering myself thinking about him all night long.
When the sun began to set, I started looking for a place to sleep. I hadn’t reached the next shelter on the trail yet, but I had packed a sleeping bag and a soft mat to lay it on, and there were plenty of campsites to choose from. I continued on the trail for a while longer, enjoying the sunset filtered through the trees. The path faded to orange in the waning light, then red, then finally the faint purple of dusk. I saw a marker for a nearby campsite off the trail, and I turned off towards it.
When I reached the campsite, I was shocked to find him there. I thought that he would have reached the next shelter with the pace he was hiking at. He had already laid out his sleeping bag, and started a small fire in the fire pit. He looked up at me as he stirred something in a pot over the fire, and then stood up.
“Hello,” he said. He was gorgeous – he had a chin that could break stone, and he hadn’t shaved in so long that his 5 o’clock shadow was quickly becoming a real, if short, beard. His shoulders were broad, and sweat beaded on his neck in the hot air and rolled down his unbuttoned collar over his smooth chest.
When I didn’t say anything back to him, he smiled and laughed softly, obviously a little confused. I had nothing to say, however. I shrugged my pack off of my shoulders, strode across the campsite, and kissed him. Any worries I had about how forward I was being vanished when he grabbed my ass and pulled me against his body.