“Don’t act like you didn’t like it too,” she counters, squeezing around me purposefully, forcing more of my cum out between us.
“It was thrilling,” I admit. “Knowing they were barely thirty yards away while I was pumping you full of cum.”
This time, she doesn’t control the tightening of her walls.
I give her shoulder one more peck and step back, allowing my softening length to slip out of her before bringing my underwear and shorts over it. She’s about to roll down her top when I stop her. “Wait. Let me look at you for a second.”
“Lex, I feel very exposed,” she protests.
“And you are. Bend over a little.”
She complies with a sigh, using the tree to balance herself as I crouch a few steps behind her. Because she knows exactly what I want, she sticks her ass out and spreads her legs a little, giving me a perfectview of her well-fucked pussy. It’s so pink, shiny with her cum, white streaks of mine spread around her entrance.
“Fuck, freckles… I wish I could show you just how beautiful your cunt is after it’s been fucked.”
She giggles, shaking her head in reprobation. Then, after a moment of reflection, she says, “Show me.”
“How?”
“Take a picture.”
My eyes dart to the bag, then back to her. “Would I get to keep it?”
“Of course. I’m pretty sure you’d be even more possessive of it than me. So I know no one else would ever see it.”
I’m so dazed by her offer that I stay there like an idiot, processing it. It’s only when she says, “But do it quickly, I’m getting cold,” that I move into action.
I grab the bag and take the phone from it. The devices I got us have been hack-proofed, so I don’t hesitate to open the camera app. I snap a couple of pictures, still in awe of how beautiful that part of her is, and when I see some of my cum slowly seeping out, I keep my thumb pressed onto the button, filming it dripping out of her.
“All good?” she asks, twisting around.
“All fucking perfect.”
“Men really are visual creatures,” she humors as she brings down her top, covering her small breasts and perky nipples.
“I mean, this is art,” I counter, showing her one of the pictures.
She scrunches her nose, as if weirded out by the sight. I scroll to the next one, then the video. “It’s so odd seeing it like this,” she lets out before looking down at her bare lower half. “I should clean up.”
“I have some paper towels, give me a second.”
Like a good husband who takes care of his mess, I clean her up the best I can and slip the cum-soaked towels into the plastic bag I took for our litter. Then, after a few gulps of water to recuperate, I spill some on my hand to wash it, and we return to the trail to finish our hike. It’s rather clear both of us are eager to get back to the house and start over. That was an appetizer. An amazing one, but still only the premise of what awaits us for the rest of the day.
When we reach the parking lot, we find four people there, hanging around the car next to the Jeep. Because I peeked at them earlier, I immediately recognize the colors they’re wearing. Those are the hikers who passed by us.
A woman greets us, triggering general salutations from everyone. “Which one did you do?” the same woman asks.
“The short one,” I answer.
“Oh, we took the long path.”
“Well, we enjoyed this one a lot, didn’t we, my love?”
“Yeah, it was very nice,” Andrea confirms, cordial but clearly eager for this to be over with.
“Excuse her, it left her a little weak in the knees.”
She hits my arm, unamused by the inconspicuous teasing. “Did you also hear weird birds?” I ask the stranger. That seems to clue Andrea in, and her eyes go wide before she can stop herself.
