Kei's Hike

[Kingsmythe]

I'm not around on here as much as I used to be, but I'm still interested, of course. I recently made a new friend, and she was fascinated by the concept. This is what she wrote for me, and gave me permission to share. And no, this isn't a fancy set up, really was a friend.


I agreed to the hike with Ethan strictly because it was Ethan. Maybe there was something to his smirk, or the way his wranglers moved against his ass when he walked. Maybe it was because we had been friends long enough that it was time to see if we were willing to move on up to friends with benefits. Either way, it was hotter then hell and twice as muggy when we set out to explore the river bed.


Both of us had enough experience that we weren't to overly worried. Cocky? Sure. But I made sure that my tank top covered enough skin that mosquitoes wouldn't devour me, and unlike Ethan, I chose shorts instead of jeans. He chuckled at me even as he tossed over the spray, watching as I covered the back of each thigh, as I used the palm of my hand and the liquid left it's glimmer to show where it was applied. Helpful guy, you know? Just making sure I was protected. Obviously that's why he chose to watch my bend and move from that leaned back position against the tree. I have to admit though, it was sweet when he knelt down to check the lace on my boots, even if when he turned his head upwards he got the view of the underside of tits stretching cotton and his mouth was damned near able to adjust the zipper of my jean shorts.


Yeah, he was real helpful.


It was a short hike, so we wouldn't need packs, choosing just to grab our water bottles. The choice to leave them behind would come into play later of course, or this wouldn't be much of a story. But as we started up the mountain following the cut edge above the river, the conversation was light hearted and smooth. Catching up about one another jobs, families, which old friend was doing what now, pausing to enjoy the view from where we were now and again. I thought nothing of it when he leaned over twisting my long hair up and securing it with a tie he had been fiddling with it. Ethan was awful helpful, after all. And believe you me, there was no complaint when he took the lead, something about watching him move made the scenery all the more wonderful.


I can remember how hot it was. Wicked hot, the kind that makes your skin glisten and glimmer, that makes every movement of hips inside of jeans feel like a touch. Hot enough to make the breeze feel like fingertips on the back of your neck, on the back of your knees. Once we made it towards the bank of the river, it was cooler, but not by much.


That's when I had my brilliant plan. Or at least, I thought it was brilliant. Just a touch to Ethan's hip, that curl of my finger into his belt buckle before asking if he would be alright scoping ahead to see if we could find a place to jump trails. We both knew there was supposed to be and the other trail led further back and had a cliff view that I had heard was to die for. Now, I figured he would run on ahead, find the trail switch and head back, thinking I needed the time to well..handle business in a lady like way. He would make his way back and there I could be naked as the day is long, in the water. And if I played my cards right, I wouldn't be alone in the water for long. See, I can be sweet.


He didn't even crack a joke about me asking him to go on ahead. I was expecting him to give me his normal teasing, something maybe about making sure I went before we 'left the house.' But he just took my hand off his belt loop and kissed it, giving me a wink and a yessum before he trekked off. Damn, that man was really too helpful.


Can I just mention here how fast even a short girl can move when she is in need and hot in so many different ways? Boots came off quickly enough, and so did those socks, tossed on over to drier bank. Not being a fool, I decided to walk on over to the waters edge, just to make sure the sand and mud bank remained as such. No one wants to try to get frisky in the water, when river rocks are making their home there. Those things cut skin like a knife at times, so do shell beds. So it was my barefoot self that headed off towards the bank with more then a few dirty thoughts filling my head and none of them involved mud.


One step, then another, then..well that's when it really started to happen.


My foot disappeared within the mud. Slippery smooth and cool, so cool between toes, I can't say I even minded much. The touch of it as it eeked on up above ankle was so refreshing, the pressure like it's own odd kind of massage. I wiggled toes and grinned because it reminded me of playing in the mud when I was young. The fun of that, just getting dirty for the sake of being dirty. Of mud pies and gloppy globs being lobbed at friends. It was me who chose to put that second foot on in, to stand there where the mud and sand mixed just to enjoy the coating that was coming as I sunk a little further.


There was something so fun about it. The river running so near, my being all alone right there and then in the forest, ankle deep in mud was primitive. Something almost joyous when I tried to pull one leg free and the other leg sunk a bit more. The mixture was embracing my legs, pushing back against the skin, suckling down to pull me a bit further. But as I moved, and I could still move at that point, it was like squishing grapes underfoot. One leg up, one leg went deeper, the other leg up, the other leg went deeper. It was like a dance, or some fun little nonsense game. By the time I realized that the sensation I felt splattering on the back of my bare thighs was mud from the surface of the sink? I was laughing at myself! It was like being fascinated by slime, or playing with putty.


The mud was cooling my skin though, it was wrapping it and each time I sunk a bit deeper I couldn't deny how delicious it was to feel the pressure shift and slide, to feel that suckle pop as holds were broken and regained by the liquid. By the time I felt myself having sunk to the bottom of my thighs they were shoulder width apart, and I thought I could free myself by leaning forwards a bit, trying to manage to grasp onto the more stable sand there.


Wrong.


What actually happened was a non graceful lurch forwards that jutted my ass out and dipped the front of my shirt flat into slippery goop as well. And that mud had the nerve to sound out a slap sound as my breasts impacted the surface, dispersing the material to make welcomed room for it. The side of my cheek smeared that I could rub off with hands already mud covered, the lift of head, that wasn't difficult either. But underneath the panic I was feeling as I realized I was too deep down, that I was immersed to far to free myself there was another sensation. See when I lifted my chest, my shoulders to stand again, when I peeled myself from the top that sensation of cool mud suckled at my breasts, pulling on them as if to keep them buried on in the pool.


It was like a cross between a suckling kiss and a hold. And it made my nipples ache, the hardening of them forcing the soft heavy globes to push against the thin cotton that was wet now and struggling to cover them as I took in panicked breaths. Mud splattered, I had a moment of absolute fear. Just a moment though.


See, what happened next was more then a bit of thrashing about as I tried to free myself, tried to somehow break the hold of the earth that was swallowing me up, that was pulling me deeper down into the cool every moving, ever changing texture that danced against my bare legs, that now was locking them apart and pushing at my jean covered crotch.


Maybe it isn't lady like to say, but I will anyhow. That seam that runs between your thighs on jean shorts? The right pressure, the right friction and it feels like a touch. Like a lovers finger just tracing between your lips, just coaxing with each touch the sweet warmth of want that spreads there. Just the right amount of movement from your own hips and it can feel like your lover's tongue lapping, kissing you in that intimate way, as if hunting down the way to make you sing just for them. That mud that was pushing? It was giving cool pressure, constantly changing pressure and liquid friction. Thrashing was making it worse and yet, oh my goodness so much better.


My eyes closed and chin lifted. I suppose at that moment I figured if I was going down, it was going to be with a smile on my face. Yeah, maybe that was it. Either way the movements of my hips pulled me further down, slowly letting the mud and sand have more of me, slowly letting it sink up around me changing that friction, changing that pressure. Breasts bounced against the muddy cloth that held them, the change of pulling them from the cool earth leaving less immersed spots to dry a bit, leaving some spots still wet.


Now my movements underneath the sink, those were leading to some pretty crazy dance moves above the line of sight. Every writhing motion of my hips as the mud crept between the bubbled globes of my ass caused the pressure change caused my cheeks to spread apart as if to know me even better. Every motion that soothed my now clenching little slit was cooled by the oozing mud that if I struggled hard enough, if I twisted just hard enough would pop so deliciously, as if smacking at the taste of me. Above, I must have looked possessed. Well, possessed and like a few other things.


Hands were reaching, trying to find something to grip to in the matter that held me. My lungs burnt and the sounds that were leaving my lips? I couldn't tell you what they sounded like. When they say fear can at times be deliciously intoxicating? Believe them. In those moments right there, when I was being pulled deeper, deep enough now that my thrashing was making the underside of my breasts smack against the surface of the mud, when my thighs were locked spread but I was rocking against the pressure the changing matter that bound me also gave me, in those delicious moments where I was writhing my way to glory? Fear made that pleasure all the more heightened.


Pressure, there was so much pressure. So much touch. So much everything, everywhere! Cool and hot, clinging and slippery, smooth and textured, it was too much and yet not enough!


My body from feet to arm pits now immersed into an ever suckling pressure, my nerves snapping with pleasure. I swear I could feel the mud pushing at the clenching entrance to my hungry little sex, lapping at it, rubbing it, changing just how I needed it to even as my motions were used against me and it pushed me wider. I threw my head back, feeling the weight of the mud gripping at my hair that had been tied up, pulling on it too like a lovers hand knotting there so I could bow my spine and scream as pleasure exploded in every nerve. Release came so harshly, so beautifully violent, like lightning cracking down. Lips parted, gasping for air as every muscle clenched and pulled, as if I could suckle the earth in return, as if I could somehow hold it like it had me.


Once the release had passed, burning through me like some cleansing fire. Once I could focus my eyes. Once I could catch my breath and wonder at how raw my throat was, or how my thighs could be trembling locked as they were. Only then I realized just how really helpful Ethan was. I likely should have been a bit more bothered by the fact he was watching with his thumbs in his belt loops and with a look that would have melted the panties off a nun. I really should have been ticked enough not to notice how his own jeans were straining against the evidence of just how long he had been watching too.


But it's hard to be mad at someone so helpful. Especially when he kneels on down on an edge of somewhere solid and lick their lips as the mud you are sunk into plays games with your nipples, each breath popping them above surface, only to sink underneath with the exhale.


“I have never been so conflicted on what I should do next, darling.” His slow drawling accent made the words all the more potent. “Pull you out and clean you up in all the right ways. Or pull you out, just to watch you sink from the start.”


Yeah, that Ethan. He is a real helpful guy.

[DJlurker]

Haha, well this was a pretty playful story!

[PM2K]

I really liked that.

[Stephymink]

That was lovely. Thanks for posting it! And thank your friend for writing it, that was really good! <3

[quagmire_uk]

Wow, that was fantastic! Pass along my thanks as well.

[sakura_inverse]

I'm glad to see you haven't lost your talent for writing. Oh, and welcome back.

[Kingsmythe]

I'm glad to see you haven't lost your talent for writing. Oh, and welcome back.

Thanks, but I'm quite serious. A friend wrote that for me. She's enjoying the comments though.

[Torrid]

Well your friend did a wonderful job, and you are a lucky dude to have a friend write that kind of story for you .

[Kingsmythe]

Well your friend did a wonderful job, and you are a lucky dude to have a friend write that kind of story for you .

Why thank you, Torrid, and good to see you again. It's been a long time.

[Torrid]

That it has been. Life has gotten in my way but now I am back and plan on making a splash.