by Eva Luxe
“So, no cheating, then,” she said, and made a defiant face that was insanely cute.
We sat together, talking about the trails and how she had enjoyed her hike last night. We were interrupted when the water boiled. She poured us each a cup of coffee and I sipped mine after she had added sugar.
“This is surprisingly good,” I said.
“Quite shocking, really,” Cara answered. “I was willing to keep the option of driving into the city on the table until we were sure we could get this down.”
“Well, good job,” I said, and lifted my hand to give her a high five. Cara laughed and high-fived me back. I felt like an idiot the moment she did. A fucking high five? With a woman this attractive? Talk about friend-zoning myself.
But I wasn’t looking for someone, right now anyway, I told myself. I wasn’t here to get some ass, let alone find a girlfriend. Maybe the high five was exactly what I should have done. When I looked at Cara, her eyes were laughing at me.
“I need to get Perry up so we can head out,” I said. I walked to our tent and unzipped it. I heard voices on the other side. They were up already. I hoped it was a good thing.
“I hope you guys are decent in here,” I said.
Perry and Rachel were still snuggled up together, but they were both dressed.
“Are you getting ready so we can leave soon?” I asked.
I knew what Perry was going to say before he said it.
“You can head out. I’m going to stay here with Rachel for a while.”
I groaned.
“Could you take Cara with you?” Rachel asked me. “I know she’ll want to go out again, but I realized last night that this whole hiking thing really isn’t for me.”
“Okay,” I said. I would ask her. The idea that Perry was ditching me for a girl was annoying but asking Cara to come with me and the possibility of spending more time together was a silver lining. I wanted to spend more time with her, and I had never met a woman who enjoyed going hiking or actually liked camping. They usually didn’t like being away from luxury. It was Cara’s first time, but she looked like she was enjoying it more than I would have thought she might.
I walked back to her tent where Cara was inside, tidying up. She packed her bag carefully and arranged Rachel’s things, too. The sleeping bags were zipped up and straightened out.
“Rachel and Perry want to stay behind and spend the day together,” I said.
Cara sighed. “I expected as much. Rachel usually does her own thing.”
I nodded slowly.
“So, do you want to come for a hike with me? I’m going alone anyway, and if you want to go and you’d like some company, I’ll be there.”
Cara thought about it for a moment.
“Yah, why not?” she asked.
The way she said it made me feel like she didn’t really care either way, but she had agreed to come with me and I was excited about the idea of spending more time with her. Even if it was just to get to know her and nothing more. I had never met other people on hikes before unless it was necessary, like when I greeted people on the way, or if someone came to ask for help changing a tire. This was completely different.
I didn’t like to socialize, but for Cara, I would make an exception. She was the kind of woman that made me think I might make a lot of exceptions for her.
Shaking off the thoughts, I regrouped. Sure, I was attracted to her, but I wasn’t here for any of that. I was here to enjoy myself and to be free.
When it was time to go, I walked back to the tent and collected my backpack. I took my phone, although I wasn’t sure there would be a signal.
“Have fun,” Perry said.
“Yeah, you too.” I didn’t doubt that he would have fun.
I met Cara at her tent where she had put on a small backpack as well.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded and we headed off. We started at the visitors center again.
“Which way did you go yesterday?” I asked Cara. I would do the same route if she wanted to see something different.
Cara pointed.
“So did we,” I said. That made it very easy. We just chose a different trail and started hiking.
This trail was just as amazing as the other one had been. I could never get enough of being out here in nature. Everything was so majestic and the less manmade influence there was, the more I liked it.
The river was beautiful today, a deep blue that curled around the countryside, flanked on both sides by the canyon walls stretching up into the air. The air was fresh and once again, I was so glad I had stopped smoking. I glanced at Cara and her face was filled with awe. She saw what I was seeing and she looked like she appreciated it as much as I did. I loved that. I loved that she was as serious about it was I was. I hated when people were out here and didn’t take it seriously. I had been with a few people like that and they ruined everything.
“Do you think it’s going to rain?” Cara asked.
I hadn’t paid much attention to the weather this morning. I had been distracted by Cara and the prospect of hiking with her. I looked up. It was overcast and it looked very much like it was going to rain. We had only covered a small portion of the trail, but if we carried on we would be caught in the rain for sure.
“We’ll have to turn back,” I said.
I had just said it when the first drops came down. Cara laughed, hunching her shoulders, but the shower was sudden and in no time at all it had become a torrential downpour. We were soaked to the bone before we had taken three steps back toward the campground. Cara looked at me and she was laughing, her eyes bright. I grabbed her hand and we ran together.
By the time we reached the campground, we were completely drenched. We walked the last couple of feet because running was pointless, anyway. I glanced at our tent. No doubt, Perry was in there with Rachel.
When I turned to Cara, she looked up at me. She wasn’t wearing any makeup so it didn’t smudge from the rain, and she didn’t seem to care that she was soaking wet. It made her that much more attractive. Cara had a natural beauty and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her.
She kissed me back without hesitation. She put her arms around my neck and I pulled her body against mine.
In no time at all, I was horny for her. I wanted her, badly. Everything about her was perfect—the way she loved being outdoors, her natural beauty, the stunning scenery all around us and this rain that was like something out of a romance novel.
Cara broke the kiss and turned around, unzipping her tent. She pulled me in with her, zipping it back up and I was glad to see it was just the two of us. Rachel was definitely with Perry, then. In this rain, I doubted we would be getting visitors.
We would be undisturbed. Just the way I liked it.
I kissed Cara again and we collapsed onto the sleeping bags, not giving a damn about getting them wet.
Chapter 8
Cara
The rain came down hard and it drowned out the sound of my light gasps and moans as Greyson kissed me. We lay on the sleeping bags, soaking wet after being caught in the rain. Greyson’s lips were cold and he tasted fresh, like nature. His hands were on my body and when he ground his hips against me, I could feel his hard dick through his hiking pants.
Greyson rolled me over so that I was on top of him and he had room to maneuver his hands. He slid them down my back and over my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks before he ran back up, pushing his hands under my shirt this time. His hands were hot on my cold skin. I moaned into his mouth.
I was so hot for him. We had been caught in the rain together and there was something about the way he grabbed my hand and ran with me, the way the water ran over our bodies and soaked our clothes that made me think about stripping them off. Once I’d had that thought, the next was about Greyson being naked. Outside the tent, he had looked at me with hunger in his eyes that had mimicked how I felt, how urgently I wanted him to touch me. He had kissed me hard and I had let myself go, letting the need to be with him
take over.
Greyson rocked his hips, still grinding himself against me as his hands ran over my back. He found the clasp of my bra and undid it before he did anything else. My bra was loose under my shirt and it felt weird but I didn’t care. We were going to get rid of it soon enough. This was going all the way. I could feel it by the way Greyson was grinding against me and kissing me. I didn’t want him to stop.
The rain came down hard enough that I knew we weren’t going to be disturbed.
I lifted my torso and Greyson’s hand slid around the front, pushing underneath the loose cup of my bra. When he cupped my breast, I shivered with anticipation. He tweaked my nipple and I moaned softly. Greyson looked at me with eyes that were like ice, his pupils enlarged and his lips parted. With his other hand behind my neck, he pulled me down for another kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth, in and out, tasting me, exploring me.
Greyson tried to peel the wet jacket off me but it was hard, so I sat up to help him get rid of the sopping material. I got rid of my shirt as well and dropped my bra from my shoulders, seeing it was already undone. Greyson paused and just stared at me.
I knew I had a good body. I had been doing yoga for years and even though it wasn’t crazy cardio, it had made my body something I was confident about.
“You’re gorgeous,” Greyson said, meeting my eyes.
He kissed me again and we didn’t talk anymore. He helped me pull his shirt and jacket off as well and I ran my hands over his body. He was strong and muscular—not very defined but enough to be extremely attractive. He had hardly any chest hair, his skin smooth over his pectorals. We rolled over on the sleeping bags again and I pushed my hand into my hair which wasn’t dripping anymore. I hoped it looked okay, but frankly I didn’t care enough to do something about it.
Greyson moved to my breasts, kissing a trail of fire down my neck before his mouth moved onto the sensitive skin around my nipples. He kissed his way to one of my nipples and sucked it into his mouth. I gasped and arched my back, pressing my chest up against his lips. Greyson flicked his tongue over my nipple and I got goosebumps.
He moved from one breast to the other, keeping it balanced.
When he finally lifted his head, I was trembling with desire. I wanted him so damn much it hurt. Greyson slid his hand down my bare stomach and pulled my thick leggings down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him. He had taken my G-string along with the leggings and he only paused to pull off my shoes before he pulled everything I wore off and threw it to the side, not caring where it landed.
I was naked in front of him. I didn’t have time to think about it, or to wonder if he liked what he saw. Greyson pushed his hand between my legs and my mind went blank. He flicked his fingers over my clit and I whimpered. I squirmed on the sleeping bags as Greyson patiently worked me over, gradually pushing me closer and closer to my first orgasm. I cried out when it rocked my body, making my muscles contract and forcing a moan out of my throat.
Greyson chuckled and when I could glance up at him, his eyes reflected the desire I felt. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to push into me and ride me hard.
As if he knew—maybe from my face—he clambered out of his wet pants. I opened my legs and he positioned himself between them.
He reached in the back pocket of his soaked jeans and pulled out a condom. I thought it was a bit strange he had brought a condom with him on our hike, but in the moment I didn’t care to think too much about it.
I yelled out softly, “Just fuck me. Please.”
Greyson didn’t wait for me to ask him twice. He pushed into me and I cried out as he split me in half with a dick that was a lot bigger than it had felt through his pants. I shuddered when he pulled out of me again and Greyson watched my expression. Maybe he knew how big he was, and that he had to be careful.
When he was sure I was okay, he started moving in and out of me, picking up his pace and creating a rhythm. I gasped as he fucked me. With every stroke, he drew me closer to another orgasm. I hadn’t been with anyone this good in a long time. I hadn’t been with anyone in a while as it was, but having more than one orgasm if that, was a new experience.
I fought it for a moment. I had never been very good at losing control. But Greyson managed to let me forget and I fell into another orgasm before I could think about it too much. I cried out and Greyson groaned when my pussy contracted around his cock. He slowed down while I curled around him. When the orgasm was over, he picked up the pace again for a short while.
When he stopped, I looked up at him, breathing hard.
“Get on top,” he said, in a breathy voice. I nodded and Greyson pulled out of me. I climbed onto him and lowered myself onto his huge cock, sighing as I sat down on him. The angle of our position didn’t matter and I was willing to bet he would always be big.
I started rocking my hips, testing what felt best. It didn’t matter which way I did it, Greyson pushed deeper into me than I remembered anyone going before.
When I pressed my hands onto his chest I found I could control how deep he went. I started riding him as he bucked underneath me, letting him go only as deep as I could handle.
While I rode him, my clit rubbed up against his pubic bone. His pubic hair was rough on my sensitive clit, but the sensation was still erotic. I was riding myself toward another orgasm, and when I looked at Greyson’s face, his eyelids drooped, his lips were parted and he looked like he was close as well.
I rode him harder and harder, rocking as fast as I could. It was a little difficult on the sleeping bag that slipped under my knees, but I managed. Greyson had his hands on my hips, helping me go faster and faster.
I let go first, rocking until ecstasy flooded through my body and I couldn’t think of anything other than the pleasure coursing through me. I cried out and collapsed onto Greyson’s chest. He took over, pushing into me with a rhythm that made me cry out because it stretched out and intensified my orgasm.
When Greyson released inside of me he groaned, pushing in as deep as he could. He pressed himself up against my cervical wall and I felt him jerking and pumping as he emptied himself inside the condom inside of me. It was amazing, and I shivered and moaned, holding onto him as if I was going to lose track of everything if I didn’t.
The wave of ecstasy slowly receded, and I lay on Greyson’s chest, still breathing hard. Gradually, I became aware of the rain pouring down on the tent, sounding like rice shaken in a tin jar. Greyson put his hand on my cheek and when I lifted my head, he kissed me. The kiss was sensual and a lot more emotional than those leading up to the sex had been. It was warm and comforting.
“We should get dressed,” I said. “If this rain lets up even a little bit, Rachel might come over to the tent and I don’t want her finding us like this.”
“Good idea,” Greyson said.
I slowly lifted myself and Greyson slipped out of me, already softening. I shivered when he did. I was tight after getting off so many times, and raw from Greyson’s onslaught. He was so much bigger than I was used to, and because I didn’t have sex very often, the result was more intense.
“I’m going to have to clean up,” Greyson said, glancing down at his dick. He was slick with our sex and I giggled.
“I have wipes,” I said, and unzipped my bag, offering him a packet of wipes. He took one with an amused look on his face.
“I go camping all the time and have never taken wipes with me.”
I shrugged. “This is why men need women.”
Greyson laughed and wiped himself off without answering me. I turned my back to him and did the same, cleaning up as much as I could.
“I’m going to have to get back into my wet clothes,” Greyson said. “I don’t have anything dry and I’m not going to run naked to my tent.”
I giggled. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t have anything I can offer you. I don’t think anything I own will fit you.”
“Yeah, I’m alright. I’d like to stick to my manly clothes anyway.”
We laughed and I dressed in dry clothes. I brushed out my hair which was very tangled after the adventures of the morning, both indoor and out. I hadn’t bothered with makeup while we were camping out here and I was glad about it. I was comfortable without makeup, and the only thing that would have happened if I’d had it on was that I’d have ended up looking like a raccoon with my mascara smudging in the rain.
After I dressed and Greyson managed to get back into his wet clothes, we talked. I asked him what he liked about hiking, and he explained to me how long he’d been doing it.
Though it was only my first time, but I really liked it, especially since I’d met someone like Greyson. Of course, that was a one-off kind of thing.
Sometimes, once was enough.
Chapter 9
Greyson
The rain lasted almost the whole day. In any other circumstance I would have hated being holed up inside when I had come here to enjoy the outdoors, but today I didn’t mind it so much.
I was here with Cara, and that was plenty.
After getting dressed, we spent time together, talking. I got to know her a little better. We talked about the deeper things. I decided not to tell her about my new riches. It didn’t matter how much money I had. I didn’t want her interest in me to be about that, although it hadn’t been so far. Instead, we talked about other things than what we did or where we came from.
Cara had never been camping or hiking before but she loved it.
“I didn’t want to come. It was for Rachel,” she said. “But I’m so glad I did, now.”
“I’m glad you did, too,” I said, with a grin.
Cara blushed. “Not because of that,” she said. “Although, it was an added bonus.”
I laughed.
“I think I’d like to do something like this more often,” Cara continued. “Obviously I have a lot to learn, but some of the people I’ve seen here are all over it with what they need and how well they cope, and it looks like so much fun.”
