Sex on the Summit

Sex on the Summit

Glory's passion for life is undeniable. She loves running along the shoreline at high tide. She loves swimming just behind the waves along the beach for a mile or two, then turning back and returning to where she started, coming out of the water refreshed and invigorated. If she sees a tree she likes, she is driven to climb it to as high as the branches will support her weight. If she comes to a cliff, she needs to climb it, scale it as high as she can go until she either reaches the top or has to stop because it is totally smooth and offers no cracks or places on the surface for her to hold on to.

She lives to ride her bike as far as she can go in a half a day, just far enough to be able to return that night. At times she will even ride from one town to another, going for days before circling back towards home, staying in motels rather than camping. She is a nature girl who lives to be physical and active and alive.

She lives without clothes whenever possible, stretching naked in the sun for hours at a time. If it is physical, she lives to do it. If it involves her body, her mind, or her senses, she loves it.

If it is sexual, she lives for it. She masturbates four or five times a day, or is sexual with whoever she is attracted to or feels a connection with.

Glory loved being one of five roommates in college, and one night one of them asked the other four if they ever "play with it at night?"

Glory sat right up and said, "Of course. It feels good. Why would you not?" she asked. "You do, right?" She said to the other roommates. The other young women blushed and one of them nodded, then another one did. Finally, the last of the three smiled sheepishly and admitted she did "occasionally."

"Why do you ask?" Glory said to the first roommate. "Of course we do. You do, right?" The young woman who had asked the others blushed and nodded.

"I do, yes," she said, "but I have felt guilty about it all this time. You don't think it is bad to do?"

"No," Glory said. "It is not wrong. It is taking care of yourself. If you don't, no one else will."

"Are you virgins," the first girl asked.

Glory shook her head and two of the others did as well. "I think I am," the confused roommate said. "I just let him touch it," she said, "but does that mean I am not anymore?"

"No, you still are a virgin," Glory said. "Don't worry, your virtue is still in tack. Although, I am not sure why you want to hold on to that virtue, but you don't lose it by him touching your pussy," she said, hugging the worried roommate.

Glory was the only one in the room they shared who referred to the vulva as the pussy. She calls a spade a spade. She has no problem with sexual words. She calls a cock a cock, intercourse fucking, and oral sex cock sucking or eating pussy. She has no problem with having sex, especially with a condom, and she is honest with each partner about having sex with other men.

Glory is a twenty-first century woman, and is a member of the National Organization of Women, the Association of University Women, and the PTA. She has marched in Washington DC, New York City, and in Los Angeles where she lives for causes she believes in. At the university where she goes to school, she is president of the Young Democrats, and Vice President of her class.

On June 12, 2025, she was hosting a booth on campus for new students when a young fellow student asked her if he could get information about the dorm from her booth. "Are you new on campus?" she asked.

"Just moved here from Minnesota," he said. "Transferred from the University of Minnesota," he said. "Today is my first day."

"There is an apartment across the hall from us and I know they are looking for a roommate," she said. "What's your name, Minnesota?"

"Julian," he said. "I am also looking for friends," he added with a self-assured demeanor. "You know any confident women looking for levelheaded guy with a new car and a tank of gas?" he joked.

"All the women I know are confident, but they have their own cars and plenty of gas," she responded with a grin.

"I don't know many people around here," he said, "so I am looking for friends. The roommates would be a start," he said. "Are you busy for dinner tonight?"

"I am, yes," Glory said, "I am chairing a dinner meeting of the campus Young Democrats at seven. There is dinner, other people, and things to volunteer for," she said.

"You want to meet people, here's your chance. Interested?" she asked him.

"Democrats?" he said. "I voted for democrats since I registered to vote. I guess those are my kind of people," he said.

She breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was not jumping on his bandwagon, but he was handsome, confident, and he did have great eyes. She always started with the eyes. She felt she could see a great deal in a person's eyes, especially if they were six three with broad shoulders and a sexy smile.

"I'll call and reserve a place for you," Glory said.

"Could you get it close to you? I would have someone to talk to." He looked at her name tag. "Is your name really Glory?"

"From the first day," she said. "My parents didn't think they could have a baby, so I was kind of a 'glory.' Silly, yes, but it's my name. Yours is Julian?"

"Drake. Julian Drake. I moved here from the land of lakes," he said. "Give me the address for tonight and I"Ll see you there. At seven?"

"Yes. Seven at the school cafeteria. That building right behind you," she said pointing to the large building across the grass. Then she called over the other person hosting the booth. "Sylvia. This is Julian Drake. He'll be coming to the dinner tonight."

Sylvia shook Julian's hand, and then welcomed him to the college. "New to the college?" He told her about moving to California and enrolling at the university.

After Julian left the booth, Sylvia said, "You make a new friend, Glory? Nice eyes," she said.

"More important. He votes democrat," Glory said.

"Does he sky dive, bike, SCUBA, or rock climb?" Sylvia asked.

"Don't know, but he votes democrat. He can learn to sky dive," Glory said. "Yes. He has great eyes. Maybe I will get them to see more of me," she said with a wink.

Julian did check up on the apartment where Glory lives, and they did accept him and let him move in. He was carrying boxes into his room when in the hall he ran into Glory as she was coming out of her flat.

"So, I see we are neighbors," she said, "and I'll see you tonight at the dinner. I got you a place right next to me, so we'll be able to talk. It's good to see you Julian."

"And it is good to be seen," he said. "I am glad to see you again. We have the same address now," he said hoisting the box on his knee. She noticed in the box were a pair of climber's carabiners.

"You climb?" she asked.

"It's a hobby of mine," he said.

"Me too," she said.

His head came up and he asked, "You climb?"

"Like a mountain goat," she said. "And sky dive, bike, and SCUBA dive. If it's physical, I do it."

"Everything?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes. Even what you're thinking of," she said. "With the right people."

"What do you have to do to get on that list?" he said.

"You have to play your cards right," she said with a smile. "You do that, and you may win the jackpot," she added. A plan began forming in her head. She began planning climbing trips for the two of them. Her favorites were in Yosemite, and she had wanted to christen then properly. That would be to climb them and have sex at the summit.

She asked Julian if he'd be interested in climbing them, knowing he would, especially when he realized what the event entailed.

"Would you like to go climbing with me?" she asked one day as they both came out of their apartments.

"Of course," he said. "Close?"

"Yosemite," she said with a grin, knowing that it would be the Holy Grail to a climber. "I was thinking of this weekend," she said. "We could stay at the Ahwahnee Hotel. Climb two days. Interested?"

"I'd love to," he said. "I've climbed in Yosemite before. Did Half Dome once," he said. "Free climbing. Is this a date?"

"Call it what you want," she said. "It could be fun." She smiled at him and gave him her most seductive gaze. "You never can tell what's at the top of a climb."

"So, this weekend?" he asked.

"That's when I was thinking," she said.

"Want me to drive?" he said.

"I never get in a man's car unless I am unconscious," she said. "We'll leave from here and I'll drive. I'll make the reservations at the hotel, two rooms." He agreed and they left it that way.

That Friday he loaded his climbing gear into Glory's car and she drove north as far as Fresno, where they stopped at a Holiday Inn and got one room with two beds. "You can have the single," she told him without saying what could happen on the summit.

He took the single bed and she dressed in the bathroom, teasing him with the existence of what he might eventually get. She was a consummate seductress and she played it to the hilt. They stayed in their own beds, as he was trying to be good and control himself. He didn't know he had a bonus coming on the summit.

They started the first climb Saturday morning on the south face just west of Bridal Veil Falls. Half the time Glory led, making good time up the rock face, climbing like a spider with her hands and legs, hammering in pitons to attach the belay to as she made her way up the rock face just ahead of Julian.

He was also a good climber, but it was clear she was the more limber of the two, more agile, although not as strong as he was. She was quicker up the face as she was lighter and could move from hand and toe hold with catlike speed. He managed to stay pretty close to her, but it was more work for him and he was tiring out.

Near the top ledge he was pooped and barely able to make it over. He sat at the top breathing hard and trying to catch his wind. "You going to be all right?" she asked. He just looked up and nodded his head.

"Good, because we have a tradition in my climbing club," she said. "We christen each first climb with a ceremony. It takes one man and one woman to carry out the tradition," she said with a smile, "or two gay men or women. Are you interested in helping carry on the tradition? You have to be naked to do it, though. Too modest?"

"I like the sound of that tradition," Julian said.

"I don't mind getting naked for a good cause.

Glory had carried a mat rolled up on her back and she took it off and unrolled it on a flat place and on the ground. Then she took her clothes off, except her shoes, and she knelt down on the pad and offered him her bottom.

"Fuck me, Julian," she cooed. "Fuck me good."

As quick as he could, he undressed and knelt behind her on the pad, then he slipped his erection into her pussy as quickly as it would go in.

"Ah, yes. Like that," she said as he pushed into her. She leaned back against him, her breasts swaying with each of his thrusts into her. A low grunt came from deep down in her as he fucked her on the flat ledge at the top of the rock face they just climbed.

They fucked for thirty minutes before getting dressed and climbing back down to her Honda Accord. At the bottom they encountered two other climbers getting ready for the ascent, another man and woman.

"Ever climb this before?" Glory asked them.

"Never have," said the guy.

"Enjoy," Glory said.

That night they went back to their rooms at the Ahwahnee Hotel and this time they didn't stay in their own room. This time she invited him into hers, climbed on top of him in her bed, and rode him cowgirl like a bronco rider, bouncing over him repeatedly, holding herself up with one hand and waving the other over her head.

When she came she yelled out his name, then collapsed over him like a punctured balloon. The next morning they repeated the act, this time with him over her with his cock slipping quickly in and out of her eager pussy.

After breakfast of pancakes and eggs in the hotel, they made their second climb in two days and christened it as well when they got to the top. He brought his own pad this time and he lay on his stomach and ate his second breakfast of the day.

Julian pulled her labia apart with his thumbs and snaked his tongue deep into her. She squirmed and moaned as he ate her and put her hand on his head, pulling him against her, lifting her legs to give him access. Their mountain top mating was even echoing through the canyon. Her screams of pleasure ricocheted from peak to peak as she repeated her cries of ecstasy over and over.

"Oh, baby, eat my pussy good. Don't stop," she yelled and it echoed back in threes. She tightened her fists and held her eyes closed as he licked and sucked and pressed down on her marbled clit, forcing it to reply with electric shots of delight that rumbled through her like bolts of lightning that snapped and crackled with energy.

The mountains around her heard her come and her voice cracked with emotion filled with joy and satisfaction. Her body clenched and her muscular frame stiffened and she drew her legs up and spread her knees, imploring him to continue sucking her clitoris into his mouth. He was a good mountain climber, but he was an extraordinary pussy eater.

Glory came and her joy broadcast through the valley, her sexual rapture bounced from side to side through the canyon and she melted over the ground like warm chocolate.

"You climb good," Glory said, "but you eat pussy really, really well. I picked the right climbing partner," she told him. "We should christened every rock face in this valley."

"I wouldn't object," he said with a smile.

Over the next three months they christened eight different climbs and were physical in seven hotels and lodges. Glory and Julian became a coupe people saw a lot together, and after three months they moved into the same apartment. They began biking together, and also sky diving, SCUBA diving, and he talked her into swimming distance regularly a couple of times a week.

They became the couple everybody thought they would when they first started climbing together. He started to like being nude as much as Glory did, and they would spend long hours at the nude beach, running along the shore, playing frisbee, and surfing.

She is still a Nature girl, but most of what she does she does with Julian these days. He asked her to marry him, and word on the street is it is scheduled for February. Nature Girl and Macho man. It is a bond born out of lust and energy, and lived with passion. Long live lust.