Mountain views

The sun shining through the trees made a mottled pattern on the trail ahead as Ken and I hiked through the alpine forest of lodge pole pines with scattered outcroppings of granite. The trail was steep in places as we climbed towards Devil’s Vista. Luckily I was still in good shape at the age of 45; I had been hiking trails like this all my life.

Ken led the way, staying only a couple paces ahead so that we could chat as we walked. When he looked back he smiled, I suspected appreciating the way I looked this Saturday morning. I had on a tight-fitting white t-shirt that clearly showed the shape of my breasts. The pockets of cold air that we passed through made my nipples stand up. Instead of my usual hiking shorts I had opted today for a khaki skirt. I’m sure that Ken could tell my erect nipples that I was not wearing a bra, but I wonder if he suspected I did not have panties on either.

My light-weight hiking shoes gave me good traction as we stepped on the soft earth that lined the rocky trail. We passed through a beautiful meadow filled with mountain grasses and wildflowers with a mountain stream running through the center.

“Look over there,” Ken whispered, pointing across the meadow to where a bull elk and three cows were grazing.

“They’re magnificent,” I said.

After the meadow the trail followed the stream steeply up towards its source. Ken gave me his hand to help me up some of the steeper places. At one point a two-foot high rock lay across the trail and Ken grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up onto it. It felt good to have his hands upon my waist and to feel his strong arms lifting my body.

We continued up the trail for another mile until we reached the summit and came upon a fantastic vista where we could see across miles of green foothills to the plains that spread out to the horizon. The sky scrappers of Denver looked like tiny blocks. Ken put his arm around me as we stood and admired the view.

"It's such a beautiful view," I said.

"Yes it is," Ken replied, looking straight at me.

I smiled and then we kissed. We held hands and walked a little further along the trail as it followed the ridge. Then the trail curved and started down the other side. There was a sign that said "Davis Lake 2.3 mi."

"Let me show you something," Ken said. He led me off the trail, through some bushes, down a short incline, and around a rock outcropping. We came to a wide ledge on the side of the mountain with a view even more breathtaking than the previous one. Across miles of pine-covered foothills we could see the peaks of Summit County where many of the Colorado ski resorts were.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "this really is a beautiful spot."

"I thought you'd like it."

"Yes, it would be a great spot to eat," I said with a mischeivious grin as I lifted up my skirt to reveal my recently shaved pussy.

Ken grinned and dropped to his knees in front of me. "It looks delicious," he said, then leaned forward and kissed my pussy. "Have you done something with your hair?"

"I removed it. How do you like it?"

"All the better to eat you, my dear."

I looked around. The ledge was about 50 feet wide with a large, flat boulder in the middle a little over two feet high, just perfect for sitting. "Let's sit down over here," I urged.

I put my hoodie down on the rock to sit on. I pulled up my skirt as I sat down and spread my legs.

Ken knelt down in front of me, put his hands on my knees, then lowered his face to my crotch. It felt a wonderful tingle as he licked me from my vagina to my clit. Then he went back to my vagina and licked around the rim. He poked me with his tongue. He began forcing his tongue inside me.

It felt good, but I needed a little more, so I pointed at my clit and said, "Put your tongue right here."

Ken obeyed and it instantly felt good. I started to squirm as he ran his tongue all around my clit, then started to suck and gently nibble it. He took his finger and rubbed around the entrance to my vagina while he continued to work my clit with his mouth. He poked his finger inside as he wagged his tongue against my clit.

I was feeling really good now. Ken was licking and sucking my clit as he finger-banged me. I felt my pussy stretch as he took two fingers and started working his way in. I grabbed his head and held it as my body squirmed from the building pleasure. After a I few minutes I let go and moaned, "Oh Ken, I'm want to fuck you now. Are you ready to fuck me?"

Ken stood up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a condom. "I sure am."

As Ken took down his shorts I repositioned my hoodie and got on all fours with the jacket padding my knees from the hard granite and my head lowered down near the rock. Ken got behind me, lifted up my skirt, and placed his cock in between my legs.

I felt Ken poking around my pussy until he get his bearings. I got a jolt of pleasure as he slid up my slit and contacted my clit. Then I felt him slide back down and push against my vaginal opening. I was hot and wet from the oral sex and his head entered easily. He gave a few gentle thrusts, and my pussy opened up and let him all the way in.

There was no pain this time, much better than the first time Ken fucked me, just that warm, pleasant feeling of fullness within my vagina.

"Mmm, yes," I moaned, "that feels nice."

"Oh baby," breathed Ken as he began to pump my pussy, "it feels like heaven." The rock was the perfect height; Ken's knees were bent slightly so that he had good leverage to thurst into me with power, his balls slapping against my clit at the top of each stroke.

I looked out across the valley. I could see a large bird soaring over the tree tops. It was a some type of raptor. I strained to see whether it was a hawk or a falcon. Then I saw that the head was white. It was a bald eagle, our national symbol, soaring over the mountains while Ken fucked my bald pussy from behind on this rocky precipice.

It felt good to be alive amid such beauty. It felt good to a woman, good to have a man inside me, sexual energy flowing between us.

My pussy was tingling. I reached back and began to rub my clit with two fingers. I could feel an orgasm building within me.

Suddenly Ken shouted, "Yes!" and thrust into me so hard that he nearly lifted me off the rock. Then he stood still, breathing heavily.

Oh, he came, I thought. Well he lasted a good three or four minutes this time, so he is improving. I came pretty close to cumming this time too. And I still had that date with Nick tonight; last time I was with him he gave me a terrific orgasm. Ken had just gotten me throughly warmed up so that it'll be really great with Nick tonight.

Then that pang of sluttyness hit me; as soon as one guy cums inside me I'm already thinking of the next guy that I'm going to see in the same day. Well, I told myself, you're a grown up as are all these men. Probably not one of them would pass up an opportunity to have sex with two women in the same day.

Ken put the used condom in a baggie along with the wrapper. "Take only pictures, leave only footprints," he said.

"I hope no one took a picture of what we just did," I replied.

"Nope, we're very secluded here," he assured me.

We hiked back down the mountain, holding hands, stopping often to hug and kiss.

We were driving back to town in Ken's truck when he asked, "Am I getting you back in time for your event tonight?"

"Um, yes," I said hesitantly, not wanting to reveal too much. Then I changed my mind and decided to be honest with Ken. "I want to be open with you Ken, you're not the only guy that I'm seeing."

"That's fine, we never discussed our relationship," he replied. "I'm going on dates with other women too. No one like you, however. In fact, I have a date tonight that I was thinking I would cancel if you wanted to do something."

"Well," I said, "I do like being with you Ken, but I have a date that had I made previously."

"I thought so," Ken said with a hint of disappointment. "So, if I have an opportunity to get laid tonight, I should go for it?"

I'm sure am getting laid again tonight, I thought. "Absolutely, I hope you do get laid. You're a great guy and you deserve it."

"Wow, I'm baffled," Ken said, shaking his head. "I've never had a woman actually encourage me to have sex with another woman. With most women they want a full commitment before they let me get to second base."

"Well, I've been committed my whole life," I've explained. "Then I discovered that he wasn't committed to me. Now I can't trust my own judgment when it comes to trusting men."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It's not good to lose trust."

"No, it's not, but I'm OK with it. I'm at a point in my life where I don't need to be in a committed relationship, so why not just have fun?"

"Why not, indeed, that's a great attitude," Ken nodded. We were now entering my neighborhood.

"It frees us up, I think. I definitely want to see you again, Ken, and I'm sure that when I do I will want to fuck you again. In the meantime, we're each free to take advantage of whatever other opportunities arise."

Ken pulled into my driveway. "That sounds good," he smiled, but I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Have a good time tonight."

"Yes, you too." I kissed him and go out of the truck, feeling so some mixed feelings myself as he drove away.