Deep In The Woods

The uphill path was well worn, with cut logs fashioned into steps every so often to hold back dirt and rocks and help prevent erosion. They were welcomed by our feet, breaks from the otherwise rough limestone rocks that outlined the rest of the path thru the woods. I kept my head down as we went, one step at a time, as slipping here and twisting an ankle would make the rest of the hike a major challenge. The cool breeze whistled thru the treetops and gave my sweaty body a sudden chill. I had not noticed how much I had been exerting myself, until I got to a flatter stretch of trail and stop to look behind.

You were about 10 steps behind me, steadily coming up the path, your hair made up into two shoulder-length braids that bounced from side to side as your strong legs, bare under thihg-high tight hiking short, powered you forward. Your hands gripped the hiking stick as you took step after step, determinedly looking down as well, but when you noticed I had stopped, you looked up, saw me stopped, smiled and caught your breath. Beads of sweat that had formed on your brow rolled down your checks, and you casually wiped them off with the handkerchief you had picked up as a souvenir from the little general store in the town at the trailhead.

The sunlight glinted off of your lower lip, as you lightly panted, before taking the last few steps to where I was standing. We had crossed paths with a few other hikers but the trail was surprisingly empty on this stretch. Bad weather had been forecast for this late spring weekend, but we decided to come out anyway, and were lucky to have been rewarded with blue skies, light breeze and warm sunlight shining thru the trees above the trail.

“Where to next?” You asked, gripping both hands on your hiking stick, leaning on it to give your legs a bit of a break. I looked down at your feet first, noticing how small your hiking boots looked compared to mine. Your socks were still high up your calves, you having chosen that style versus the ankle-highs that all of the other hikers seemed to prefer now. I kept looking up and noticed how tight your athletic shirt gripped your torso, your well rounded tits perked up and small bumps showing nipples underneath that had felt the chilled of the breeze against sweaty skin, and curly locks of hair had fought away from your braids, glistening brown-red in the sunlight.

“Hey, my face is up here!” You complained playfully. I caught myself and laughed, looking up at you, and pulling you in for a kiss. You yielded your head back as my lips met yours, tasting your salty skin, my tongue lightly hunting for yours and finally meeting it. Just as swiftly as I had reached in, I pulled back and you gripped my arm, your eyes closed for a moment and then I said, “let’s go off trail a bit west, there’s a nice overlook, according to the map”. “Okay” you said although I heard a bit of a grumble in your tone.