Hedonics Part 2 – A hike and a ranger

Hedonics Part 2 – A hike and a rangerWith summer slowly fading away, we took a short vacation in early September and enjoyed what I would like to write about here, hedonism. The first two days the weather was quite fresh and unquestionably not bare boob-friendly. The third day, early afternoon, Paul and I took a hike in the nearby woods and meadows. It was sunny, breezy, and thankfully pretty warm. We had a break, a brief look around, no one to see, and I was topless. I got pretty used to bare skin outdoors, and I love to show off my boobs. And my first dare arose faster than I thought when a group of joggers in their thirties passed us. I sat on a bench next to the path and greeted the men. They ran past by, recollected what they just saw, slowed down, turned, and gazed at me. Some whistled, others complimented Paul, pretty strange, and kept on running. Paul remarked I had passed the test, and proud as he was, he talked me into hiking bare-breasted, at least a stretch of the path. So I did until it was too cold in the shadows of the woods. Before I got dressed, Paul dropped the pants and sat down on a bench. I doffed the jeans too and rode him right in the middle of nature. Together we screamed at the top of our lungs. My husband was thrilled, boobs with a view, and suggested another hike since the weather forecasts spoke of hot days to come. The next morning at breakfast, Paul stated that he had taken one of those blue wonder pills for men an hour ago, and the effect would be considerable. He got up, dropped the undies, and revealed a dick as hard as a wooden rod. To prove what was already visible, he grabbed his trousers and dumped them on the penis root, but it didn’t give way. Pleased with himself, he said, ‘you know, the best prevention of Corona is getting fucked.’ My dear reader, make a guess what had happened next.We agreed on a unisex dress code for the day, shorts and t-shirts only. Eventually, we reached a rolling landscape, with broad green meadows and harvested fields. Due to the landscape’s topographical features, we could see very far ahead that no one was around. I got faster out of the shirt as I can write it here. Paul too doffed his in sympathy. We walked a fantastic hour and met no people en route when the first hiker showed up, a guy in his late sixties. Paul hesitated. Thus, I walked on and passed the man. He grinned from ear to ear and greeted. A four-wheel-drive truck slowly approached us on the trail. The driver skillfully steered the vehicle in the rough terrain. Paul asked me what to do? Keep on walking, I answered and went ahead bare-chested.The green car was used a lot in the field and was covered entirely with dried earth and dust. The hood and the sides were labeled ranger.We stepped aside to make room for the driver, but he stopped. A sympathetic looking man in his early forties sat at the wheel, wearing a green suit, the sleeves of the shirt rolled up. He was very well-groomed, and his full beard made him appear like a lumberjack. He measured my breasts with his eyes, got a short circuit in the brain by looking at me, and as güvenilir bahis a consequence, babbled away immediately. We were already the third couple walking topless that he had met today, he stated. An hour ago, he had talked to five women in their best age, all walking through the woods and meadows half-naked. When they spotted him and the truck, they came by and asked for directions. Just like that, magnificently built and tits exposed. The five were so exuberant that they asked him to take a picture. He did, and the ladies insisted that he takes photos for himself. The ranger reached next to him and took his phone out of a cradle. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘these are the five of them’ and showed us cheerful women, standing close together, breasts to breasts, faces covered by medical masks and sunglasses. Paul whistled when he saw them because the ladies had at least cup C tits. One was tall, blonde, a perfect female figure. The shorter ones in the group were more on the voluptuous side. Anyway, the firm tits, the hard nipples, hour-glass figures, made the photo impressive.’So, an hour ago,’ Paul reflected. The ranger nodded and asked why I was so revealing? This region is unofficially a nude hiking trail, so it didn’t bother him.I told simply the truth, as getting rid of the thought of the pandemic, empowering after all the bad news, the desire to live, feels great and liberating. There is also something rebellious about it, breaking of taboos, equality. The ranger said that he had asked the other couples and women the same question, and they had answered roughly the same. My tits were at the height of his eyes. He kept staring at them, even though he was trying hard to maintain eye contact. ‘Since you asked, there is one more reason,’ I added. ‘Several people told me that my breasts were too beautiful to hide in a bra. My husband isn’t only supportive; he urges me to show off my body. And I like that.”And so do I,’ the ranger replied. ‘Hope you don’t mind when I take a pic of you as well?’ he asked and took some shots of my boobs before I gave him the thumbs up. Yet, I had the face covered by a medical mask and sunglasses, a perfect anonymous flasher.’I got a wife and two c***dren,’ the ranger continued. ‘I’ve been doing this job for 15 years and never thought I would see so many …”… awesome tits,’ I finished the thought.He wanted to know how long we would be staying on his turf and hoped to see us again. Finally, he asked to dispose used condoms in a waste container, just in case. Mainly because of flora and fauna and the traces of human activity in the forest. He started the engine and drove on.’I think I am in the wrong profession,’ Paul started talking right away. The women’s boobs were gorgeous. I hope with all my faith and cock that we will meet them. Since they are so hilarious, you join in and I take pictures.’He stood in front of me, massaged my boobs, and mischievously asked, ‘why didn’t you let the ranger kiss your tits? He had beads of heavy sweat on his forehead. That’s how much you turned him on.”I know,’ I said, ‘and that’s why I didn’t. türkçe bahis I had the feeling that you both expected me to do this. He had enough excitement by looking at me and taking pictures. Besides, the very moment he mentioned his wife and k**s, it was a no go.’We left the forest and stepped onto sunny wide pastureland, bordered to the north by a high wild hedge. Small wooden arches marked the entrances to the driving ranges of a golf course. Behind the fence, we could hear tee shots or people talking here and there. Nobody came towards us on the way, just some players who crossed the path. The lost golf balls on the trail aroused Paul’s interest. In no time, he had collected five.We reached a bend and saw through the autumn leaves of a high hornbeam hedge a lake in a valley cut. We knew the region, but a lake was new and tempting in the summer-like temperatures. A few meters off the path the bushes became thicker and we crawled through. The lake was part of a drinking water reservoir, completely fenced in and closed to the public. Disappointed, we looked around when we saw a hole in the fence, big enough to slip through. A secluded rock in the full glare, a good three meters above the water level, was the reward for our bold entry. Paul threw a stone in the water to fathom its depth and guessed it five and more meters deep. We sat down, cracked open a bottle of champagne, almost a vacation ritual, and enjoyed the moment.Topless hiking wasn’t new to me. However, all day long certainly was, and so were the people who saw and talked to me, like the ranger. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself, the five ladies made me horny as well. The glass of champagne quickly got me to drop the rest of my clothes. With the legs apart, I sat down in front of Paul and started to finger my pussy. He likes it when I masturbate that way. And the first orgasm came so fast that I surprised myself completely.’Now it’s your turn to please me,’ I told Paul. He grinned, rummaged in his backpack, and pulled out a condom.’Since when do we fuck with condoms again?’ I asked irritated, ‘you know I’ve been taking the pill for years.”Remember the porn with the golf balls we had watched on a website?’ he asked and put all five of them into the condom.The words, you’ve lost your mind, were on the tip of my tongue. But I fell silent when I saw this cool toy. Very remotely, I remembered a video of a woman playing with golf balls in her pussy. Instantly I cursed mine because it left me with wet pants by merely watching this bizarre footage. The stone I was sitting on was already wet from masturbation, so I tied the condom with a knot, pulled the lips apart, and pressed the first ball into my center of lust. The coolness inside the vagina was disturbing at first, but it turned me on. I pulled the condom out again to make sure I didn’t have to tell a doctor a story about golf balls. Quickly my pussy had swallowed the first three. Their weight and even more, the widening of my private parts robbed me of my sanity. I gulped one more glass of champagne and felt like an imaginary güvenilir bahis siteleri forest bitch who only wants to fuck who comes along. Finally, I had all five balls in me; only the last one was a bit visible.’Lay down and eat me out,’ I said to Paul. A 69 was long overdue. I got on him, and Paul kneaded my ass cheeks while he circled my dripping clitoris with the tongue. His cock was hard, so delicious, that I pushed it deep into my throat, sucked and licked it, and massaged his balls. We got so turned on that an orgasm broke out of us, and he ejaculated into my mouth. We needed a moment, gasping for breath while my lower body twitched.I sat down spread legged on Paul’s lap, put my arms around his neck and said, ‘open your mouth and play with me. It’s time for snowballing,’ and I passed him the cum in my mouth. He embraced me tightly, squeezed my belly and tits on his body, and life crawled in his dick. I grabbed his rucksack, took another condom, tore it open, and slid it over his amazing hard cock.I coated it with the cum in my mouth, guided it to my anus, and sat slowly down. It’s no good idea, fucking anal without fluid, but I was so horny that I didn’t care. At first, I had some pain when he entered and widened me. Soon the miserable feeling was gone and made room for pleasure.Let’s make it perfect, Paul said, grasping, put your legs around me. He got up and fucked the brain out of me standing.His dick in my arse, my clit hitting his belly, the golf balls on the G-spot was like pure heaven. Even now, telling you the story, I feel the moment of no distance, no borders. The earth, the stars, it’s all me.Paul needed more time to build up to a climax. Every single stroke he made was full of passion. His balls hit my legs, his muscles in the upper legs were stiff, his hand deeply buried in my ass cheeks. I kissed him hard, pulled with one hand a nipple of his chest when he came as he had drawn his last breath. Slowly he let go of me, sat down exhausted, looked at me searching for words, didn’t find, and laid down on the rock. Thank God it had a smooth surface.Ball by ball, I pulled the condom out. Only the last one needed more force to get out. I was wet between the legs, some fluid around my ass, and soaked with sweat. Whatever came into my mind, I took a run-up and jumped over the rock’s edge into the lake. The water was colder as I imagined. For a second, I thought my heart would jump out of me. Yet, I’m used to cold water at home in the daily shower, or in winter naked in the snow. I swam a few laps and began to wonder where to get out of here, called Paul, but he didn’t answer me. In the distance, people were chatting, not really a surprise. The lake was hidden but close to a hiking trail. I followed the lakeshore, spotted a shallow grassy area in a clearing, got out of the water, and walked towards the forest, hoping to find a way back.I stopped short when I heard breaking branches and twigs in the woods as amazed as I was, who might show up and saw Paul. He was dressed in a short, carrying both backpacks and my clothes in hands.The sun was already low, it got colder, and we quickly returned to the vacation home. Paul lit the fire, and the evening became very cozy and amusing as we talked about the events of the day. We both hoped that the next days would provide similar experiences.