Trekking through Springs part 3.
For the first time in my life, I was longing for a man's mouth to pleasure my vagina. Today was the day this would finally happen, and I couldn't wait any longer.
I waited at a secluded spot near the river, where Stubby and I had agreed to meet. The water temperature was perfect, making me feel relaxed and ready for some fun. I love this spot, as it's both romantic and a bit taboo - many of the hikers I met along the trail were couples, enjoying each other's company. It's a prime location for some naughty activities without worrying about who might be watching.
The scenery at this place was incredibly beautiful, and I wished Stubby had been with me on the hike. The journey offered plenty of opportunities for cheeky games. The warm water was doing wonders to my already excited body, as hiking is a great way to heat things up.
When Stubby appeared at last, naked and unashamed, I couldn't help feeling aroused. This boy was completely in touch with his sexuality, something I appreciated.
While many men are quite hung, Stubby was the opposite - he had a micro-penis, but he made up for it with his long, muscular tongue. Both of us knew what we wanted - cunnilingus - so we set up our blanket and prepared for a fun time.
"Are there any other ladies from your hiking club with you?" I asked, knowing it was just the two of us.
"I hiked here alone, but we might be watched," I replied, hinting at the possibility that someone might have seen us. After all, we were on a beach, and there could be curious onlookers.
With that worrying thought in mind, we engaged in a passionate embrace, my lips meeting his. My hands drifted down to his penis, playing with it. Truth be told, he was getting close to climaxing, but it was my turn to have fun first.
"Stubby," I said, "your penis is truly tiny, isn't it?" I asked, trying to find a way to be polite about it.
But Stubby did something unexpected. "It's small, isn't it?" I was taken aback by his candidness, but played along.
"I guess it is," I said, teasing him. Then, I added, "really small."
Suddenly, Stubby seemed a bit unsure. "Will you still... jerk me off?" he asked.
"Of course," I answered. "I'm going to give you the time of your life. We're here together in the open, right on the banks of the river. And there are people watching right now."
Despite his discomfort, Stubby let me continue playing with his penis. I couldn't stop myself from teasing him. "Stubby, your small penis is the source of many laughs among women. They find it amusing. I'm going to jerk you off in front of them, and they'll talk about how pathetic your penis is."
Stubby's climax was approaching, but I wasn't having any of that. I was in charge, and it was time for me to enjoy myself. I grabbed some more lube and continued teasing his small penis, ensuring it stayed aroused.
"Women will ridicule all your efforts, and you can't stop them," I taunted. "But I'll give you the handjob of your life."
And with that, I obliged, doing everything I could to ignite his desires. Eventually, he climaxed - and I was completely satisfied with myself. We had a wonderful time in the warm sun, and nobody could tell us anything. We were living in the moment.
Last week, I ran into Stubby at the entrance to a remote hotspring that the hiking club had discovered recently, not too far from an existing hot spring. We walked over together from the trailhead, and it was the first and only time I'd ever seen him wearing clothes. As soon as we got to the water's edge, he stripped down. I placed a blanket on the ground and we lay down on it, like before.
Stubby was nude and I was still clothed - using my fingers to play with his mini-penis while joking about how ineffective it was. "A penis of this size is only suitable for 'fun and games' - isn't that right?" I laughed. "After all, why would a woman ever allow it to ejaculate? I'll touch it, sweety, but will I ever stroke it, do you think?"
It seemed odd that Stubby had never revealed his name to me, and I knew little else about him. But he, in turn, never inquired about my personal life either. He was a totally unfamiliar being, a creature of nature, and that worked just fine for me to fuel my wandering female illusions.
I preferred not to inquire about him, either.
Male nature, as often as not, tries to impose its own moral codes and social norms on the wild spaces we women connect with. Stubby was as close to pure nature as one can get; he represented everything wild that we seek out.
My relationships with men my age hit a snag more than a decade ago. Brenda and the other trail hiking club members echoed my experience. Men of our age group are indifferent towards women our age, which is why we embark on hiking trips.
Encountering Stubby offered a change of pace and included the component of oral satisfaction - something that I had recently taken a strange liking to, and which every woman should enjoy.
One day, Stubby revealed his plans to introduce me to the Grotto - a rooftop pool in the city - filled with adult men and a small group of women like me. "It's full of men and a few ladies like you." The idea of a natural boy like Stubby having any contact with the city fascinated me, even if it was something unusual.
A pair of kayaks ventured to our isolated river inlet and their operators caught a glimpse of our amorous encounter on the blanket. Stubby and I spoke about the prospect of taking a boat trip together, beginning just below the dam and heading towards a blustery lake.
"There will be ample opportunities for 'fun and games,'" I purred, "and maybe your poor little thing will finally experience relief. Or maybe not."
I knew for a fact that I'd be satiated that day, too, lying on a blanket by the shores of a reclusive hot spring, in the bright sunshine of a clear day, for everyone to observe.
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