It was a crisp autumn day when I first met Rachel. She had fiery red curls that cascaded down her shoulders and a personality that was just as bright. We were both hiking up the front range of the Rocky Mountains, taking in the vibrant orange and yellow leaves that surrounded us.
As we climbed higher, I couldn’t help but notice how Rachel’s breath would catch every now and then. I offered to help her carry her backpack, and she graciously accepted. We continued on in comfortable silence, taking in the breathtaking views of the world below us.
As we reached the summit, Rachel turned to me with a mischievous smile. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said, before pressing her lips against mine.
Her kiss was passionate and urgent, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body. I ran my fingers through her curls, pulling her closer to me. She moaned softly as I traced my lips down her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat on my tongue.
Before I knew it, our hiking clothes were strewn across the rocks, and Rachel was lying naked beneath me. Her breasts were small and firm, with rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. I obliged, taking one in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue.
Rachel’s back arched off the ground as she let out a low moan. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, her hands tangled in my hair.
I continued to tease her nipples, alternating between them as Rachel’s breath grew more and more ragged. She reached down between us, her fingers finding my wetness. I gasped as she slid a finger inside me, her other hand still playing with my nipples.
“You’re so wet,” Rachel murmured, her voice thick with desire. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
She moved down my body, her tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When she reached my clit, she began to circle it gently, her fingers still buried inside me.
I moaned loudly, my hips bucking off the ground as Rachel’s tongue worked its magic. She sucked and licked, her fingers moving in and out of me in time with her tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Rachel, I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my fingers tangled in her hair.
Rachel didn’t let up, her tongue continuing to circle my clit as I came hard, my juices coating her face.
When I had come down from my high, Rachel looked up at me with a satisfied smile. “You taste amazing,” she said, before climbing back up my body and pressing her lips to mine.
I could taste myself on her tongue, and it only made me want her more. I reached down between us, guiding Rachel’s cock inside me.
She moaned as she entered me, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her closer to me.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat as we chased our release. Rachel’s cock hit all the right spots, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my fingers digging into Rachel’s back.
Rachel picked up the pace, her hips slamming into mine as she fucked me hard. I cried out as I came again, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave.
Rachel followed soon after, her cock twitching inside me as she came hard.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, as the sun began to set over the mountains.
“That was amazing,” Rachel whispered, her head resting on my chest.
I couldn’t have agreed more.
As we hiked back down the mountain, the cool air felt refreshing against our sweaty skin. We held hands, our fingers intertwined, as we made our way back to civilization.
It was a day I would never forget.
