MasukThe next day, Arthur and I went hiking to a spot he said the town was proud of. We were both energized, probably because we didn’t go all-out last night. Just two rounds, he said, so I’d still have enough strength for the long walk ahead. Yesterday, he took me out to shop for hiking gear I’d need for this trip. Luckily, there was a small department store nearby.
I held onto his arm as we walked, and I couldn’t help but notice people staring at us. I chose to ignore it. We weren’t doing anything wrong. After shopping, we headed straight back to the cabin. He discussed with me the essential guidelines for hiking, and I listened attentively, taking mental notes.
He brought a small tent since we’d be camping out for a few days. He said the experience would be better that way. Just the thought of what might happen out there had me excited. Even though we hadn’t known each other long, Arthur had been so kind and attentive, not just in bed, but in every way. He made sure I was comfortable while we followed the forest trail.
Meanwhile, I took some videos for my vlog. It was turning out really nice. A few hours in, I still wasn't exhausted. I was used to walking, and being surrounded by nature made it even more enjoyable. I’d already taken tons of pictures and clips.
I stopped abruptly when I bumped into his back.
“Sorry…” I murmured an apology, and he turned around with a grin. “Why’d you stop?” I asked.“There’s something I want to try. You up for it?” His face lit up with excitement.
My whole body warmed at his tone. I smiled and nodded.He grabbed my hand and led me off the main trail into a more secluded area of the forest. We walked for a bit until we reached a giant tree. He took my backpack off and did the same with his. Then he gently lifted my chin and kissed me softly. His hands started to explore, sliding under my shirt and lifting it until it bunched above my chest. He unclasped my bra and placed it carefully on my pack before caressing and pressing warm kisses on my skin.
I let him take the lead, moaning softly when his lips found my sensitive spots. After a while, he kissed me again, deeper this time. Then he moved down to undo my shorts and slip off my underwear. He set them aside and knelt in front of me, his lips trailing lower.
Then he stood up, removed his shirt, and freed himself from his pants. He was already hard and ready. He turned me around, had me hold onto the tree trunk, and spread my legs. I bent slightly, laughing a little at how ridiculous I looked in just hiking boots.
His hand slid down my back and cupped my backside, then slipped between my thighs, teasing me until I was gasping. His fingers found their way inside me, working me expertly until the wet sounds between us echoed in the woods. My release hit me fast, and before I could even recover, he replaced his fingers with something much thicker, his length filling me completely.
“You’re so warm and tight, baby…” he groaned close to my ear as he started to move. His grip on my waist tightened, each thrust deeper than the last. “You feel incredible… I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Fck me, Daddy,” I whispered breathlessly, grinding back against him. “I missed your c0ck last night…”
He growled in response, hands roaming to cup my breasts and tug at my nipples as I moaned for more.
“You take it so well… this perfect little body of yours…”His pace quickened, each stroke hitting just the right spot. My eyes rolled back as another wave of pleasure overtook me, and soon after, he followed with a deep groan, spilling inside me.
I thought that was the end of it, but he wasn’t done. He turned me around, wrapped one of my legs around his hip, and slid right back inside. He kissed me hungrily, our bodies pressed tightly together as we moved in rhythm.
“It’s so good… mmm, Arthur, don’t stop,” I gasped as he held my hips and ground deeper into me.
“You really are something else,” he panted. “I want you again and again…”
“Me too… Ahhh, I’m close again…”
“Same here! Take it, baby… Take all of me.”
He thrust deeply one last time and came again, filling me to the brim. I clung to him, shaking from the intensity, my head resting against his chest. He hugged me tightly, gently rocking his hips until we were both spent. Then he reached into his pack for some tissues and handed them to me. I wiped myself down but left most of it in. I liked the feeling of his warmth inside me.
We got dressed and rested a bit before continuing our hike, hand in hand.
“This place is beautiful, Daddy… So green and peaceful," I told him as we walked.
“You’re even more beautiful, baby,” he replied, pulling me close to kiss the top of my head. I smiled and kissed his cheek in return.
“Not many people know about this place,” he added. “And that’s a good thing. It keeps it untouched.”
“Are you sure it’s okay to bring me here?”
“Of course. You’re my guest, and I’m one of the few who knows how to get here. Are you enjoying yourself so far?”
“Yes, especially that ‘rest stop’ earlier,” I teased. He laughed loudly.
“I didn’t know you were such an adventurer… or that you were so strong. You’re carrying a lot.”
“I work out every day, and I’ve wanted to do this since I retired as a COO. I love being outdoors. And now I love it even more because you’re here.”
“I can’t wait to see what’s next…” I said flirtatiously, giving his bulge a little squeeze. He froze for a second before bursting into laughter.
After about another hour of walking, I started to hear the loud rushing of water. We climbed over some large rocks, and what greeted me took my breath away—a massive waterfall, tall and majestic, crashing into a clear pool below.
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