Hiking with Sherry

I invited Sherry, my girl friend to go hiking with me. A weekend away I thought would break the log jam we had gotten into. We had not gotten beyond mutual masturbation leaving me frustrated to the point of murder. A weekend in the wilds I thought would persuade her to go all the way.

Having arrived at the camp site next to the river, I found a reasonably private spot for us to lay out our sleeping bags and for us, I hoped, to finally make love. In the early evening, the sky having that soft glow before actual darkness comes I took her for a walk down river. We danced on rocks, we skipped stones across the river and we sat down on a mossy bank and I kissed her gently, without any pressure, just softly leading up to some intimacy. She sat back, exposing her long swan like neck that I had always thought was so erotic and so I kissed it softly until she sighed. Taking that as a good sign I slid my hand up her body, finding her lovely plump breast and the nipple that was so easily aroused. She leaned against me allowing me to slide my hand up under her tee shirt and to caress her naked breast, gently stroking her nipple, feeling it harden under my fingers. I was rewarded with another sigh and again hoping that the sigh was a sign of quiescence I lifter her tee shirt up and applied my mouth to her breast, so soft and suckable. She stroked my head as I did this.

"Oh! Yes. Don't stop."

Armed with that permission I slid a hand down her body and between her legs and as she always did, she opened them allowing me access to her pussy. I could feel that she was wet through her jeans. Another good sign! I undid her jeans, slid them down and moved the panties to one side and applied my finger to her clit causing her to moan softly. I kept the gentle rhythm going, hearing her breathing getting faster, her moans slightly more urgent. I was definitely on a winning streak! But when I attempted to slide her pants off her legs, she pushed me away.

"Not here! Somebody might come." So I backed off but I didn't remark that I would love to cum and that she was close to cumming anyway.

She kissed me as if in apology.

"Later! Tonight when every one is asleep, we can get into my sleeping bag. It is big enough for us and we can take this further."

Sadly I backed off and we walked back to the camp site, made supper and headed for bed. When I tried to get into her sleeping bag with her, she stopped me.

"Not now! Later. I don't want anyone to see us in the bag together."

So, of course I backed off again and listened to the night sounds as the hiking group settled down to sleep. The river played a beautiful melody, a lullaby. It was beautiful.

Then I heard a soft murmur from where I knew Ken and Jess had laid down their sleeping bags. The I heard Jess laugh softly with the laugh ending in an indrawn breath. Listening carefully I could now hear the sound of rhythmic movement, a hand moving across the material of a sleeping bag I thought.

I slid across to where Sherry was lying, wrapped an arm around her and whispered in her ear "Shh! I think that Jess and Ken are getting frisky."

Sherry stiffened up obviously listening.

The rhythmic movement continued for a while then we heard Jess' voice softly murmur something, then:

"Now!" said much louder which followed by the rustle of material and the sound of a zip moving down slowly. Soft murmurs followed for a while, a soft gasp from Jess and then quietly, ever so quietly done we could hear the unmistakeable rhythmic sound of sex.

Ken grunted once, Jess giggled and silence returned to the camp site.

The whole process left me seriously aroused and from the way she was moving Sherry was aroused too, so I kissed her. She responded enthusiastically so I moved onto her breasts immediately and found her nipples erect. I slid a hand down and found that not only was she without panties, but she had a finger on her clit and was stroking away. I freed my cock, slid the zip of her bag down and invaded her sleeping bag, convinced I was going to score. I rolled between her legs and started to move upwards. I could feel the heat of her pussy, I could feel the wetness, I just knew I was there. And then she said

"NO! Get off me! Go back to your sleeping bag!" And not softly either. I retreated rapidly and raged inwardly. The rage was only made worse by hearing her masturbating next to me until she made a sort of mewling sound and went silent. I lay awake for a while cursing my luck and finally fell asleep

In the morning she accused me of manipulation, of pressurisation and just bad faith. Called me "An absolute bastard". She stopped short of calling me a rapist, but refrained from that extremity by the intervention of some of the women in the group who told her she was being hysterical and childish and if she didn't want to be in a sexual relationship to stay away from men (and women some one muttered soto voice.) And that finished the conversation entirely.

She took the advice to heart and avoided me like the plague for the rest of the weekend, even down to moving her sleeping bag to the other side of the camp. It was uncomfortable beyond belief and I was glad when Sunday came and we headed back to the pick up point.

The only dark cloud hanging over our return was that her parents had agreed to fetch us. I had this terrible feeling they would take her part and I would have to walk home. It was with great trepidation that I followed her toward her parent's truck. She ran the last few metres and I hung back while she told her tale.

I could see from glances thrown in my direction that I was the hot topic of the moment. After a while and after much consultation her mother waved me over.

"Cummon. You and I are riding in the back. Sherry is riding up front. You didn't think we would make you walk home did you? Oh dear, you did didn't you?"

"I can bum a lift with someone else." I said without much conviction that anyone would want me near them let alone in the same car with them.

"Don't be silly. Climb aboard and let's get going. We have a couple of hours drive ahead and I for one want to be home with a beer in my hand as soon as possible."

This from her father. I climbed onto the back of the truck and with the sun setting we headed for home. In the darkness it started to get cold.

Sherry's mother "Call me Al." was under the only blanket and leaning with her back against the drivers compartment. Now I need to tell you that Al was an ageless red head. A lovely woman who had featured in a number of my late night sweaty fantasies after another fruitless date with Sherry. Just looking at her made me want to bury myself and more importantly my prick in her.

"Are you going to sit and shiver there all the way back to town? Here, come sit next to me. Don't worry too much about Sherry, she has problems and we had high hopes you would help her overcome them. Not your fault. I guess we should have warned you. A bit difficult to say to your daughter's boyfriend "she may call you a rapist" without frightening you away completely."

Then she looked at me.

"Well? Did she? Publicly I mean."

"I was saved from that by the intervention of some of the women."

"Harriet and Wendy? They are our friends and know about Sherry's problems. She leads guys on and then rejects them pretty brutally. I sometimes think she gets a kick out of calling a man a rapist."

She sighed. shook her head and again patted on the floor next to her.

"Come on out of the cold. I'll get you warm in no time." She smiled in a way that caused my hormones to start surging and a bit of me to start rising. I scuttled under the blanket more out of sheer embarrassment than anything else.

No sooner was I under the blanket than I felt a hand on my leg sliding onto the inside of my thigh. The erection that had been starting when I got under the blanket rose as much as possible in my jeans.

"Sherry is a silly girl. I spied on you two the other night and saw what you had to offer and wished I was her."

As she spoke her hand crept slowly upwards until she was stroking my cock.

"You very horny? Frustrated at Sherry's cock teasing?

She undid my jeans and extracted my cock and started stroking it.

"Hmm feels like it. So very hard."

She took my hand and slid it up between her legs. I could feel the heat radiating from her. I looked over my shoulder at the two up front and down at her.

"Don't worry. Sherry won't look round cos she is so angry and Rick is not only concentrating on Sherry and driving, he is also thinking about what you and I are going to do before we get home. Now slide down next to me and let's get down and dirty. We don't want to disappoint him now do we?"

As I slid she took my cock in her mouth. Then she had her mouth on mine. Ages of frustration overwhelmed me and I got a hand between her legs and one behind her head holding her mouth to mine. She didn't pull back. Instead she grabbed my prick and started to pump her hand up and down, that was all too much for me and I came all over us, the blanket, our jerseys, everywhere.

"Oh, my. All for me?" She licked her fingers where the cum had splashed.

Then she started to caress my balls and slowly almost magically my erection returned. When it was hard again she opened her legs wide, and guided my hand onto the seam of her pants, pressed my index finger on the seam and pulled at the edge. It gave with a startling Velcro sound. Two more pulls and my hand was in her pants, feeling naked flesh, warmth, fur and dripping wetness.

When I found her clit and started massaging it gently she started to moan. I kept the motion up for a while until she was thrashing in the floor.

"Now. Now." She whispered, "Stick me with it now."

I didn't wait for another invitation, I mounted her. As I slid into her she wrapped her legs around me holding me close to her. At first the bouncing and bumping of the truck replaced much of the movement required of me and we lay there until I could take no more. I ripped clear of her restraint legs and then slammed into her again, and again, again.

She cried out once then whispered "Come in me now."

Who could resist such a request? I slammed into her twice more and felt my come burn a fiery path up my prick and into her.

"Uh! Uh!" I grunted. At that moment I looked up, straight into Sherry's eyes. She seemed transfixed. I held her eyes and my position on her mother for a moment. Knowing Sherry was watching I looked down at her mother and kissed her open mouth. I looked up at Sherry one more time and then folded her mother into my arms. I didn't look up again.

After a while I took a deep breath and gathered up my courage.

"Al? I think I know what Shelly's problem is."

"Aha! Lots of people including a top psychologist have said that and been wrong."

"Please just hear me out."

"Only if you eat my dirty pussy when you are finished!"

"Only with the greatest of pleasure!"

"Well then, get in with it."

"Ken and I went up a ridge looking for a quick way around a waterfall that blocks us going further up the valley. We failed. The ridge just got more and more steep and eventually we were forced to go back down into the valley. On the way down, we rested on top of a cliff that looked into a side valley that carried one of the small tributaries of the river we were camped on. We saw two people fucking. One was Brigid, the other was Shelly. Maybe Shelly is gay and is afraid to tell anyone so she dates men to make out she is hetero but can't bear the thought of penetration by a man. She needs a woman not a man. Treat her gently and she will come right. She's a good woman."

Al's response was immediate.

"Oh, fuck. You may well be right. And to make matters infinitely worse Rick's sister Liz is a lesbian and he teases the hell out of her about it but she retaliates by calling him a rapist."

Al pauses at that comment.

"Oh shit! Poor Shelly. And you are getting a blow job for that!"

She started with a blowjob but I claimed her pussy and fucked her again. After that we lay entangled until the lights of the city dragged us back to reality and we rearranged our clothing and cleaned up as best we could.

When we got there Sherry hurled herself out of the cab and into house, Rick shook my hand and dragged Al off, leaving me on the pavement and I caught a bus home.

"How was the hike?" asked my mother.

"Fine but I broke up with Sherry."

"Probably a good thing," Ma said. There are some strange stories about her folks. No smoke without fire." She said bustling away.

About a year later I bumped into Sherry and Brigid together. I smiled and kept on walking.

"Wait!" Shelley's voice had a ring of confidence. I turned around and waited.

"It was you on the ridge wasn't it? You and Ken?"

I just nodded.

"You didn't out me to the group. But you did tell Al didn't you? Told her to treat me gently. And that after how I had behaved."

I just shrugged at that.

"I saw you fucking Al in the back of the truck and then looking at me. It was terrible. I hated you! And then you made it all right for me and Brigid."

I shrugged again.

"You are still fucking Al aren't you? And Rick is still filming you. Fucking sick that is."

"We do have something in common though?"

"What's that?"

"We both like eating pussy." I turned and walked away, laughing as I did.

Al and Rick still invite me over regularly so that Al and I can fuck in all sorts of positions while Rick films us. The arrangement suits me and them too I suppose. I sometimes wonder if one day I will find myself starring in a movie on a porn site.