My Hike To The Ocean

It ran down her thumb, but then his penis exploded. He groaned
simultaneously with a shot of cum that hit her on the side of her face
with some landing on the back of her t-shirt. She pulled back still
stroking while another shot landed in her hair. He was grunting while
another few spasms of cum seeped from the eye of his dick on to her
hand. She continued to stroke him, but more slowly.

When all had settled, she leaned back down. When she came up, she had
cum on her lips and she smiled at him. That vision is with me still. I
have spoken of her incredible smile, but to see it with cum on her
lips, will forever be etched on my mind.

She must have just kissed his cum covered cock, because there was
still quite a mess down there. He reached inside the back pocket of
his shorts and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. She
wiped her hand and her lips then handed it to him to clean his cock.
She leaned forward and kissed him. He said “thanks” and said how great
that felt.

She sat back and pulled on a string and removed her bikini top and
slid her shorts back on without putting her bikini bottoms back on.
She said she’d stuff them in her pockets.

He told her it was too steep to go back down the way they came up, so
they would head further up and take the back way back to the car. I
thought I should best get out while they were getting things back
together.

As I was heading through the grass back to the trail, an idea crossed
my mind. I nearly ran to the trail and up over the crest of the hill.
Nobody was around. I quickly took off my shorts and removed my
underwear, stuffing them in a pocket of my pack. I put my shorts back
on quickly and couldn’t help but feel the pre-cum that had oozed from
my own body as a reaction to what I had just witnessed. Briefly I
swirled it around the head of my penis as I put my shorts on. I
quickly zipped up and threw my pack on my back. And waited.

Soon, I saw him coming up the trail where it was still a bit steep.
She was following close behind. A pink string was dangling out of one
pocket.

I made down towards them, nonchalantly. As I reached them, they
stepped aside and I said “hi”. I passed him and looked up as I passed
her. She was smiling at me and said “hi” back. I saw that smile in
person and it was directed at me. I melted.

Just a couple of steps later, I pretended to lose my footing and
tumbled to the ground. The acting job was a bit too real and I ended
up scraping my knee and leg on the rocks on the trail. I reached for
my ankle as if it had been twisted. Both her and her friend came down
the trail to ask if I was okay. Holding my ankle, I said I’d be fine.

She knelt down next to me and told me she was a nurse. Did I feel like
anything was broken? “No, nothin’ broken I’m sure. My ankle just hurts
like heck.” She asked for me to extend my leg and then to flex it. She
was down trail from me now, holding my shoe gently. Her friend was
above me. When I bent my leg up, I wasn’t concerned about my bruises
or cuts, but trying to get my pant leg to open so she could have a
view of my underwearless penis.

I don’t know why I thought of doing this. I guess because I tried to
do the same to the neighbor girl. I had seen her naked and thought I
should repay her in some way. I remember wearing my P.E. shorts one
day she was planting flowers next to her house. I got the basketball
stuck behind the backboard and asked her if she could come over and
hold the ladder for me. I was so scared, I dared not look down to see
if she was looking up. I moved a free leg all around trying to expose
myself to her while I freed the basketball. When I went down the
ladder, she looked no different and went back to planting her flowers.

I looked at the girl in front of me now and at my pant leg. My pant
legs were a tad too long, I thought. Oh well.

Having determined I hadn’t broken anything, she asked if I could stand
and put any weight on it. She helped me up and that’s when I noticed
the dried area on her hair. She must have wiped it with the
handkerchief. I immediately flashed back to the smile she gave with
cum on her lips. I was looking at those same lips now. I figured I
could get away with such a bold stare because of the sunglasses I was
wearing. Her lips were so pretty.

I tried to stand, but pretended I could not put much weight on it. She
asked her boyfriend to go search for a solid stick for me to use as a
cane. Up the hill he went. Nice guy, I thought. When I sat back down,
I raised my pant leg. She twisted and turned my ankle at my
encouraging, but I don’t think she ever glanced up my leg. Just as
well, I was thinking and rearranged myself.

She was telling me how her boyfriend had told her not to hike down
this trail because it was too steep. She turned to point down hill and
I saw the cum stain on her back. An ever so slight discoloring on her
t-shirt. This had not been cleaned and was still wet. I felt like
pointing this out to her, but of course, caught myself. As a voyeur,
my pleasure is in just knowing that I have seen her at the height of
her most intimate pleasure. If she has sex with ten men in her life,
only ten people in the world will have witnessed that. I, too, will be
able to know that I witnessed that most intimate of moments.

As she turned back, she parted her knees. I could see up the pant leg
of her shorts and I knew she was not wearing anything. I saw nothing,
though, because there was nothing to see. The crotch of her pant was
pressed against her pussy, and I saw the flesh of her thigh up to her
panty line. But because everything was cleanly shaven, there was no
overflow of pubic hair that can sometimes tease.

We talked for a while. We both had never hiked this area before. I
told her I hiked in the mountains, but she showed little interest. She
said she normally found relaxation jogging or biking and hiking in the
malls rather than climbing hills. She then leaned over to support my
ankle and I glanced down her t-shirt. I looked, but noticed that
because her nipples were so closely colored to the rest of her breast,
I could only make out the end of her breast as opposed to her nipple
itself. They hung beautifully, though, slightly turning to the outside
at the tip.

Her boyfriend soon returned without being able to find a suitable
cane. I thanked him for the effort, but told him I thought I could
make it down just fine if I rested a bit and took it slowly. I pointed
to the countless people below me and said they could help me if I ran
into any trouble.

Reluctantly, they agreed to go on their separate way. They had tried
to convince me to return back with them, but I irrationally insisted I
was find and that I could go down the steeper path. I was thinking
this meeting should end.

We all rose. I waved and thanked him. I shook her hand and thanked her
and she smiled again and said “No problem”. She scolded me to take it
easy and to not take the boot off lest my ankle swell and not be able
to get my boot back on. I told her I’d take it easy. I took a few
ginger steps down to prove my ability and waved them goodbye.

The walk back to the car took forever. Countless people stopped to ask
if they could help. I recovered back to “50%” of my strength, but knew
I’d have to hobble all the way back just in case I encountered them
again, but I never did.