The Adult Story Hub

They drove about 45 minutes to a parking area near Cade’s Cove. A trail led up the mountain, and there were several other cars parked nearby.
“Hiking?”
“Yes, and I have a belt with a water bottle on it for you, and a couple of trail bars.” Thus equipped, they headed up the trail. It was surprisingly busy. There were markers indicating the distance to the peak, about 1 mile, a popular distance for vacationers, but not serious hikers, such as them. They caught up to another couple and decided to rest, rather than passing them by. After they had climbed from sight, Steven said, “Actually, let’s go this way.” There were two boards crossing a side path, with a “trail closed” sign. “But first, let me get your picture next to that sign.” Easily done.
“Do you know where this goes?”
“Yes, Mark told me about it when he gave me the keys to the cabin. This used to be the main trail, but there was a rock slide higher up on the new path, and the Park Service supported it, as it made for a shorter and easier walk to a different bluff near the peak, with a better view. They don’t maintain this trail. It’s apparently been abandoned for about five years. It’s a little longer and there’s a more limited view at the bluff. He said the trail should be easily recognizable this time of year before all the growth comes in, although there may be a few trees fallen across it.”
They had walked about 10 minutes when Steven asked, “What would you say if I asked you to remove your top?”
“You’re crazy.”
“Perhaps. Good thing you’re on the pill!”
She laughed.
“Okay then, take it off.”
She considered refusing, even as her hands removed her shirt. Steven reached to take it from her, and she gave it to him.
“Your bra, too.”
Of course. She gave him that as well. “It’s a good thing the bugs aren’t out yet.”
“Yep. You’re right about that. Let’s go on up. I’ll ask you to pose at different places.”
They had walked perhaps a half hour, and there had been no hint of other people. The reality is that they were just hiking, in an area where it was unlikely someone would come along. She tried to focus on that, but her nakedness couldn’t be ignored.
As they climbed, the temperature dropped, and she got goose bumps on her skin and her nipples hardened. “Steven, you want a picture of this?”
He was very excited, taking pictures from a number of angles before closing in for some macro shots of her breasts. She was glad he was excited, but she was getting horny, too. “How much farther?”
“I’m not sure, probably another half hour. You’re not getting blisters from the new shoes are you?”
“No, they’re great. Thank you.”
“Hayley, what would you say if I asked you to remove your skirt?” She had been dwelling on this thought, knowing he would ask it at some point.
She took it off, folded it once and handed it to him to put in his pack. She was now naked except for her shoes and her water belt. She was sure it was an odd picture, pictures, she corrected herself… Naked in the mountains with only sandals and a water bottle. The basics of survival gear? She started on up the mountain. She was ready to reach the peak, in more ways than one.
Steven had quietly followed behind her, admiring her, she felt certain. “Hayley, tell me. Is your mind saying ‘no’ and your body saying ‘yes?’”
“Steven, all I’ve been thinking about is ripping your shorts off and sucking your cock.” Not quite true, but it would lead to the end she wanted.
“Oh, okay. You don’t feel awkward walking around naked?”
“You better fuck me when we get to the top.”
“Damn. Only one pill left.”
She laughed, and, turning, she could see he was amazed.
When they finally arrived, she was a contradiction, cold on the outside; hot as hell on the inside. The bluff was protected by an overhang, and another mountain cut into the view of the valley below. Some of the trees had grown from below the bluff, further reducing the visibility. She saw that there were signs of others having been there recently. Maybe it was not as forgotten as it had seemed.
“What would you like me to do?”
“First, I want to take pictures, and then I’ll have a question.”
He took several photos of her, but in what were becoming standard poses.
“Hayley, tell me, now that you’ve been here a bit, what situation can you imagine that would turn you on the most if it happened right here?”
“Situation? Like a fantasy?”
“Yes, exactly.”
She looked around. She thought about it a bit. A memory surfaced from her conversation with Carolyn. She pressed against the railing, which was up to her torso, high enough to prevent accidental falls. It seemed stable enough.
She pointed to the path. “Imagine that you’re climbing up the trail. You see a nude woman at this railing. She’s bent over, so her breasts dangle, her nipples hard, like this.” She spread her arms on the top of the railing, and backed her feet up a bit.
“Her hips are raised, her legs are spread. It’s like a dream come true for you. You approach her, quietly, from the rear. You’re almost certain that she hears you, but strangely, she doesn’t turn her head, which is resting on the railing. She doesn’t even make a sound.” She altered her position slightly, mimicking her story.
“You can’t see her face, because her hair is hiding her. You introduce yourself by running your fingers over her cunt, then you rub her nipples with the back of your hand. You hear her moan. It’s only then that you realize that her hands are tied to the railing. What brought her to this place? She hasn’t once called for help. You have a choice. Do you rescue her from her captivity? Or do you enjoy her as she is?”
“Go on!”
“That’s the end of my story. You write the ending.”
A soft rope appeared as if from nowhere. Her hands were fastened. Her breathing quickened as she realized this was really happening.
“How?”
“How did I know to bring rope? It’s my wish, after all. I had no idea that you would suggest it.”
“It’s too bad I couldn’t tie myself up for you, then you’d really be surprised.”
“This will do, trust me. I’m going to take pictures now. Then I’m going to go down the trail a little ways. I’ll be back…sometime.”
Hayley heard the clicking of the camera, then the sound of a zipping bag. She was blindfolded. That wasn’t part of what she said! Then she felt him place, was it her shirt? He placed it under her face, softening the hard edge of the wooden fence rail. Then she heard nothing but the sounds of nature. A cool breeze rustled through the leafless trees, and she was acutely aware of creaking of their trunks behind her, and some below. There was a bird somewhere far below. She was colder now, too. Her juices were flowing between her thighs, and the cool wind gave an icy feel to her skin where the moisture touched her lips. What if Steven fell and hurt himself badly? Then what would she do? What if someone else…? Well, that was the perhaps her main anxiety, but also the turn on as well. Oh, what was the point, her juices flowed. She needed a cock.
Time passed. He was taking too long. Her desire for a cock was being challenged by the cold and a stiffness in her muscles. She hoped he would come soon. Her thoughts drifted into a group of college kids, just guys, climbing the path to her. That warmed her a bit, as she convinced herself that she didn’t need “a cock,” she needed “cock.” Lots of it. Maybe that conversation Steven had with Keith had been about him following them here! Probably not. Her thoughts turned to that night in college… a cock…here… and another… here…and another…
She was startled by the touch. Steven’s hand didn’t just rub at her cunt, it slid right in the crease, to maximum effect, gliding on her lubrication. She whimpered. He stayed with that a while, before toying with her nipples. His hands traced her arms down to the ropes, to the knots. He didn’t untie her. But then, she didn’t expect him to. Her confidence that it was truly Steven, and not some stranger, was surprising.
She felt a hand on her waist. She could feel the back of his other hand briefly against her leg, guiding his shaft to her cunt. Contact. Partial penetration. She spread easily, sensing the warmth and hardness of his shaft. But he stopped, his head not fully in. It needed to be in. She felt his other hand on her waist. She pushed back to receive him, only to find that he backed with her, teasing her with his cock. She adjusted her feet slightly, but her range of motion was limited. She wiggled against him best she could, just as he plunged deeply into her with a single thrust, holding it, filling her. She wasn’t cold now. It felt good to have him inside; it felt good to be touched…there…finally.
He backed up, just to the edge, then plunged again. He reached around with one hand, squeezing her nipple tightly, then pulling down on it, stretching it. All systems were connected. She moaned in release, then became frustrated. He held still within her, and she wanted thrusts. She wiggled again, but he moved with her, preventing any pleasure.
After what was probably only several seconds of this aggravation that seemed to stretch interminably, Steven finally spoke up. “You look all tied up. I thought about your story. But you’re going to finish it. Do you want me to untie you? Or…”
“Fuck me!”
“It’s a story that deserves to be heard. The people in the valley couldn’t hear you. I know you mean it, but mean it a little louder.”
“Fuck MEEEEEEEE!” She hadn’t needed to scream since she didn’t know when, and it surprised her that she could scream so loudly.
It became an odd sense of timing. Steven would thrust into her, and she would hear “MEEEEEEEE! echo in the mountains as a response. The people in valley might be able to hear after all, but she didn’t care. She met each thrust as hard as she could muster, and soon she climaxed, coming in gasps. Steven kept pounding away at her, his shaft hard, amazingly hard. His rhythm picked up even faster, and she could feel his balls swing amazingly fast, back and forth, slapping against her thighs and cunt. She continued to groan, and pant… it felt so good! Then she felt that familiar sense of emerging heat within her as he finished.
After he regained his breath, he released her left wrist. “Okay, now, stay in that position, but like you did for Keith at the store. Show me your stuff.”
“You want to see me all wet?”
“Yes, every bit of you.”
She spread her legs again and arched her back, then used her two fingers to spread her cunt lips. “Is that good? Can you see how wet I am? Are you taking pictures?”
“Yes, perfect!”
“Try this, then.” It was difficult with one hand still tied, but she raised her left leg to the top of the railing. “Can you see me even better now?
“Every bit. I’m just watching the cum drip from your pussy.”
I wish you could tie my leg to the rail and fuck me again, but I might fall.”
“Well I can handle the second part again.” He freed her right hand.
“Can I see too?”
“Yes.” He removed her blindfold. “But stay in this position.”
And he resumed fucking her, recovering amazingly quickly, if he had lost his size at all. He fucked her for what seemed like forever, but it was nice that she could thrust to meet him now. He came again, this type spraying her hips with his cum, and again taking pictures before letting her move from the railing.
As they walked back, she felt particularly naked. It was strange to remain naked when the habit was to put on a robe or get under the sheets after sex. Doubly so, being outside. She could feel his dried cum on her hip as it stuck in a peculiar way, but she didn’t care.
“Tell me, Hayley, why haven’t I seen this side of you before?”
“Dunno. Open your eyes I guess. That’s my back,” she whirled around, “and this is my front. Now you’ve seen all of me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t know. I’m in the mood, that’s for sure. But it’s a different kind of mood.”
“Did you like being tied up? I was surprised you suggested it.”
“I liked it there. It was better than at home.”
“Why?”
She had thought this out already. “There, it was like I was offering a present. Captive. Take me. That turns me on. At home, it’s kind of like I’m all packaged up. You have to tie me up, then I can’t move or do anything. It’s nice receiving all the attention, but there’s no context. Up there was different.”
“That’s good to know. I’ll keep it in mind. Here, you better put these on.” He handed her her clothes, taking pictures as she dressed, which took only a minute.
She napped in the car on the way back to the cabin, then relaxed in the tub as she worked the kinks from her muscles. Then, she found her way to the bed for a more satisfying late afternoon nap.
“Wake up sleepyhead!” Steven presented a steak, broccoli, and wild rice to her in bed, with a side salad even.
“Wow! This is wonderful! Thank you!” She cut a piece of steak, tasting it and finding that her appetite was raging. She thought of the times Steven had brought breakfast in bed to her. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“Everything and more. What do you remember?”
“I remember the pancakes. And I remember taking off the g-string. And then there’s steak. I’m starved! Oh, and my legs and arms are a bit stiff.”
“Sorry to hear that, I’ll rub them in a bit. I don’t want you to have a medical excuse not to make love to me on the porch tonight.”
“No excuses coming, dear. It’s private here. Perfect. I’ll even let you take a few pictures if you brought your camera.”