(X-rated) January 6 2024, Stone Hut to Camp Stream Hut:
We woke up and found a sweet little note that the couple had left for us on the table, letting us know it was great to meet us and that it was their best hut experience yet!
I felt very energetic this morning. I left a bit earlier than Orange and felt as if I was flying through. It felt good to be alone. Tomorrow I felt I would take another day for myself and meet the tramily in town later.
Orange and I connected back together at Royal Hut and took a quick break before we climbed the high point of the TA—Stag Saddle. The view at the top was one of my favorite ones yet. It looked unreal. The water was ice cold blue and as we descended and turned the corner there appeared to be a never ending a snow capped mountain range. My eyes watered with tears from being awe-struck by such serene beauty.
The rest of the day was cruisy and smooth, similar ground and grade to that of the PCT. We got out of the tussocks and into more hard, flat terrain. The sky opened up to wispy clouds overlayed with sparkling rainbows.
We made it to the hut for the night and it was busy with people. I met a man from Czech whom I found incredibly handsome. He was 55 years old and looked absolutely delicious with his salt and pepper hair. He was very fit and had leathery rough skin, his eyes tiresome from the day’s trek. He was embarrassed of his accent, having only had practiced the English language for 8 months. He was constantly apologizing for making errors in his speech, unbeknownst to him that I found it extremely cute. I told him not to worry. If anything, the way he tripped over his words turned me on.
He was hiking with another guy from Switzerland whom he had met along the trail. He was very fond of him since they hiked the same pace and had a good time in each others company. The Swiss guy came into view after walking over the hill from out below the river. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was keeping a conversation with the Czech guy while staring at the Swiss one. He looked scrumptious—fully tatted, lean, possibly in his late thirties or early forties.
With a full smile, and a thick yummy accent, he introduced himself. “Hi! I’m Theo.”
All I could do was blink. After a second, I said, “Aloha, I’m Freyja,” then gave him the ‘please fuck me’ eyes.
He lifted his glasses to make sure I was looking at him the way he thought. He raised his eyebrows in pleasure, then smirked and shot me the same look back as he slowly brought his glasses back down. An instantaneous moment that only we felt.
I had chosen a spot in the hut to sleep in, however intuitively didn’t feel called to be there. Normally I was all about the bunks, but the spot I had felt extremely crammed. The bed wasn’t long enough nor could I lift my head while laying down to read my book. I felt overwhelmed by tight spaces today and needed something a bit more open and breathy, so I decided to cowboy camp outside. Orange invited me into his tent, but I didn’t feel comfortable with that ever since he opened up about how he felt about me. I didn’t want to give him any inkling of hope. Instead, I laid my switchback beside the wall of the shelter and close to Orange’s tent.
Theo went to read his book while I went to read mine, both of us looking up at each other at different intervals in time. I asked what he was reading and he explained it was a German book that had numerous compiled essays by various philosophers. Very impressive. Then, I came to find out Theo spoke four languages.
Speak them to me while you’re eating me out, I thought to myself.
Our energy was secretly naughty all the while through having casual conversation with each other. Those who were in our general vicinity had no idea there was such a strong sexual charge in the air. He closed the space between us, always moving just a little bit closer. I stepped a few inches into him and pondered out loud about possibly bathing in the river, however it was getting cold since the sun had already set behind the mountains, so I figured maybe not. Making a push and pull between us, I allowed him to wonder if I was even that into him.
I laid down to read for a little while longer. Orange had his tent flap open as he was finishing setting up his space. I told him I was feeling tired so I was going to go to bed. Just as I finished a chapter in my book, Theo popped outside, shot me a look, then disappeared down the hill towards the river. Suddenly, I felt energized. I took his glance as my cue to follow him. As if being pulled by a string, I found my body getting up and following his unspoken lead.
I walked a little ways, then saw him standing with his hands in his pockets and one leg perched up on the hill, looking down below at the riverbed. He caught my gaze and smiled from ear to ear.
“Ah-ha! So you decide to go swimming!” he said in his accent that I just wanted to taste on my lips.
“I’ll give it a shot,” I said, “even though it’s going to be freezing.”
I moved closer to him, so close he could nearly feel my breath on him. We stood there in conversation, the last moments of sun glowing on my face and on the back of his neck.
“I like your goggles, they fit you really well,” he said.
I blushed, letting out a sweet smile. I placed my hands in my pocket, mirroring his body language to make him feel more comfortable, subconsciously expressing that I was into him. “They’re called ‘glasses’ and thank you,” I said.
“Vhat are goggles then?”
“The glasses you use to go underwater.”
We both started laughing. He studied me with naughty thoughts running through his mind that were written all over his eyes. We walked down to the base of the river, wearing only my wool socks, I felt the soft dusty dirt clouding beneath my steps. I felt like a little girl sneaking out of my room to meet up with a stranger, strictly led by impulse.
He perched himself on a dry rock in the middle of the river then watched as I got undressed. I didn’t break eye contact with him nor did I retreat/hide my naked body. I made it known I wanted to be watched. I walked through the ice chilled water, moaning from how freezing it was. He laughed at my inability to get in.
I began to wash the leftover moon cycle blood from my pussy while taking deep breaths, easing into the striking coldness. I came out a couple minutes later, shivering as the water droplets rolled down the goosebumps on my body. I made sure to place my clothing far away so he could watch me walk past him and take his sweet ass time looking at my bare tits.
Then, he stood up so tall I had to lift my head to look up at him. “Would you like to wear my jacket?” he asked.
How sweet and chivalrous he was, acting as if there wasn’t a ravenous beast behind his loving gestures. “Yes, please,” I replied.
He moved in close to me and helped slip the sleeves of the jacket into my arms, breaking the 6” barrier that was our comfort zone. I felt my heart skip a beat as I could smell him a bit nearer now. I could barely manage my racing thoughts.
Control yourself, I told myself.
“You have a really nice smile,” I said. “Did you have braces?”
“Yes, I did,” he said, “I still have ze metal piece that goes underneath.”
“Oo, can I see?” I asked as I grabbed his chin.
He opened his mouth ever so slightly for me, then with a smile slapped across his face, he confidently went in for a passionate kiss. Fuck he was such a good kisser. My whole being melted, my body fully relaxed into the feeling of being touched by a man again. I felt at home. It felt familiar. It seemed natural.
I grew heated fast, unable to convince myself to slow it down any longer. My body felt as if it won and overtook my mind. My nipples were erect and my pussy dilated. I needed him. Now. I grabbed at his cock—bulging and hot for me.
“Let’s go in the grass,” I suggested.
I had him sit down as I mounted him and continued kissing him. I was grabbing at him, moaning, absolutely in love with the feeling of being pulled in by masculine arms. God, he felt so good pressed against my naked body. It showed desperately through my energy that I needed his cock. I couldn’t hide it anymore. It was clear I was barely holding myself together. Normally, I was good at keeping the devil inside of me at arms length, but I had been famished for too long.
I began to grind my bare pussy over his shorts, my fingertips gripping the back of his neck as I pulled him closer. We gave each other life through wet kisses, then he began to finger me. He wasn’t even close to my clit, but I didn’t even care. It was the feeling of his cock growing thick beneath my cunt that was making me wet. He could barely hold it together, himself.
He gently pushed me off and confessed, “I haven’t had sex in a while so I’m going to finish in two minutes.”
“It’s okay,” I said while quickly unbuckling his pants. “I don’t mind.” I just needed something, anything.
He stood above me and whipped his rod out, naturally causing me to moan. The head of his cock pumping red with blood… taunting me, intimidating me.
My favorite, I thought to myself.
I was completely obsessed with big headed mushroom cocks. I fantasized about the way it would feel suctioning its way through my pussy.
I began sucking him off, having to open my mouth as wide as possible, barely being able to do so without getting my teeth to gently scrape over his head. His cock throbbed and turned deep purplish red, his veins pulsing on my tongue, and soon in my pussy. I begged him to hold it together for a little while longer so I could get fucked by his beast.
I sucked and moaned, using both hands to milk him. Next thing I knew, he started to apologize, grabbing his cock and taking it out of my mouth. I watched the first couple of cum splatters shoot onto the grass.
What the fuck? I thought to myself, Can he not see my face is right here?
I angrily moved his hands away, firmly took hold of his cock and held him tight in my mouth so I could have the rest, drinking in the sound of his moans as he finished off into my mouth. He barely lasted 10 seconds of me blowing him. He looked at me in disbelief and astonishment that I wanted to swallow his cum. I looked at him in disbelief as to why I wouldn’t, annoyed and furious by the fact he wasted his seed. I nearly went in the grass to lick up the remnants. If only he knew how much I had been starving myself.
I laid him down, he was still hard, however I could barely fit the head of his cock in the hole of my pussy. I was tight, having not had sex for a while, just as he was sensitive from having just came.
“You know I fantasized about taking your cum load,” I said as I looked into his soul, without a flinch of nervous expression.
“Yeah, I knew,” he said, “you gave me a look.”
“Mm, glad you could pick up on it,” I said as I got off of him and started getting dressed.
He bit his lip with a smile and went in for another passionate kiss. We got dressed and made our way back up. He kissed my cheek goodnight and I smiled at the taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth.
I saw Orange’s tent, now shut. Energetically, I felt unwelcome in the area. He knew. I felt guilt creep in and deep upset for the way I appeared to act out on impulse. It was weird how I still felt as though I did something terribly wrong when I knew I had communicated that I wasn’t a woman worth fancying. I knew that this was going to occur the moment I found someone I was attracted to and now, I knew it would be time to separate for the inevitable had occurred.
We woke up and found a sweet little note that the couple had left for us on the table, letting us know it was great to meet us and that it was their best hut experience yet!
I felt very energetic this morning. I left a bit earlier than Orange and felt as if I was flying through. It felt good to be alone. Tomorrow I felt I would take another day for myself and meet the tramily in town later.
Orange and I connected back together at Royal Hut and took a quick break before we climbed the high point of the TA—Stag Saddle. The view at the top was one of my favorite ones yet. It looked unreal. The water was ice cold blue and as we descended and turned the corner there appeared to be a never ending a snow capped mountain range. My eyes watered with tears from being awe-struck by such serene beauty.
The rest of the day was cruisy and smooth, similar ground and grade to that of the PCT. We got out of the tussocks and into more hard, flat terrain. The sky opened up to wispy clouds overlayed with sparkling rainbows.
We made it to the hut for the night and it was busy with people. I met a man from Czech whom I found incredibly handsome. He was 55 years old and looked absolutely delicious with his salt and pepper hair. He was very fit and had leathery rough skin, his eyes tiresome from the day’s trek. He was embarrassed of his accent, having only had practiced the English language for 8 months. He was constantly apologizing for making errors in his speech, unbeknownst to him that I found it extremely cute. I told him not to worry. If anything, the way he tripped over his words turned me on.
He was hiking with another guy from Switzerland whom he had met along the trail. He was very fond of him since they hiked the same pace and had a good time in each others company. The Swiss guy came into view after walking over the hill from out below the river. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was keeping a conversation with the Czech guy while staring at the Swiss one. He looked scrumptious—fully tatted, lean, possibly in his late thirties or early forties.
With a full smile, and a thick yummy accent, he introduced himself. “Hi! I’m Theo.”
All I could do was blink. After a second, I said, “Aloha, I’m Freyja,” then gave him the ‘please fuck me’ eyes.
He lifted his glasses to make sure I was looking at him the way he thought. He raised his eyebrows in pleasure, then smirked and shot me the same look back as he slowly brought his glasses back down. An instantaneous moment that only we felt.
I had chosen a spot in the hut to sleep in, however intuitively didn’t feel called to be there. Normally I was all about the bunks, but the spot I had felt extremely crammed. The bed wasn’t long enough nor could I lift my head while laying down to read my book. I felt overwhelmed by tight spaces today and needed something a bit more open and breathy, so I decided to cowboy camp outside. Orange invited me into his tent, but I didn’t feel comfortable with that ever since he opened up about how he felt about me. I didn’t want to give him any inkling of hope. Instead, I laid my switchback beside the wall of the shelter and close to Orange’s tent.
Theo went to read his book while I went to read mine, both of us looking up at each other at different intervals in time. I asked what he was reading and he explained it was a German book that had numerous compiled essays by various philosophers. Very impressive. Then, I came to find out Theo spoke four languages.
Speak them to me while you’re eating me out, I thought to myself.
Our energy was secretly naughty all the while through having casual conversation with each other. Those who were in our general vicinity had no idea there was such a strong sexual charge in the air. He closed the space between us, always moving just a little bit closer. I stepped a few inches into him and pondered out loud about possibly bathing in the river, however it was getting cold since the sun had already set behind the mountains, so I figured maybe not. Making a push and pull between us, I allowed him to wonder if I was even that into him.
I laid down to read for a little while longer. Orange had his tent flap open as he was finishing setting up his space. I told him I was feeling tired so I was going to go to bed. Just as I finished a chapter in my book, Theo popped outside, shot me a look, then disappeared down the hill towards the river. Suddenly, I felt energized. I took his glance as my cue to follow him. As if being pulled by a string, I found my body getting up and following his unspoken lead.
I walked a little ways, then saw him standing with his hands in his pockets and one leg perched up on the hill, looking down below at the riverbed. He caught my gaze and smiled from ear to ear.
“Ah-ha! So you decide to go swimming!” he said in his accent that I just wanted to taste on my lips.
“I’ll give it a shot,” I said, “even though it’s going to be freezing.”
I moved closer to him, so close he could nearly feel my breath on him. We stood there in conversation, the last moments of sun glowing on my face and on the back of his neck.
“I like your goggles, they fit you really well,” he said.
I blushed, letting out a sweet smile. I placed my hands in my pocket, mirroring his body language to make him feel more comfortable, subconsciously expressing that I was into him. “They’re called ‘glasses’ and thank you,” I said.
“Vhat are goggles then?”
“The glasses you use to go underwater.”
We both started laughing. He studied me with naughty thoughts running through his mind that were written all over his eyes. We walked down to the base of the river, wearing only my wool socks, I felt the soft dusty dirt clouding beneath my steps. I felt like a little girl sneaking out of my room to meet up with a stranger, strictly led by impulse.
He perched himself on a dry rock in the middle of the river then watched as I got undressed. I didn’t break eye contact with him nor did I retreat/hide my naked body. I made it known I wanted to be watched. I walked through the ice chilled water, moaning from how freezing it was. He laughed at my inability to get in.
I began to wash the leftover moon cycle blood from my pussy while taking deep breaths, easing into the striking coldness. I came out a couple minutes later, shivering as the water droplets rolled down the goosebumps on my body. I made sure to place my clothing far away so he could watch me walk past him and take his sweet ass time looking at my bare tits.
Then, he stood up so tall I had to lift my head to look up at him. “Would you like to wear my jacket?” he asked.
How sweet and chivalrous he was, acting as if there wasn’t a ravenous beast behind his loving gestures. “Yes, please,” I replied.
He moved in close to me and helped slip the sleeves of the jacket into my arms, breaking the 6” barrier that was our comfort zone. I felt my heart skip a beat as I could smell him a bit nearer now. I could barely manage my racing thoughts.
Control yourself, I told myself.
“You have a really nice smile,” I said. “Did you have braces?”
“Yes, I did,” he said, “I still have ze metal piece that goes underneath.”
“Oo, can I see?” I asked as I grabbed his chin.
He opened his mouth ever so slightly for me, then with a smile slapped across his face, he confidently went in for a passionate kiss. Fuck he was such a good kisser. My whole being melted, my body fully relaxed into the feeling of being touched by a man again. I felt at home. It felt familiar. It seemed natural.
I grew heated fast, unable to convince myself to slow it down any longer. My body felt as if it won and overtook my mind. My nipples were erect and my pussy dilated. I needed him. Now. I grabbed at his cock—bulging and hot for me.
“Let’s go in the grass,” I suggested.
I had him sit down as I mounted him and continued kissing him. I was grabbing at him, moaning, absolutely in love with the feeling of being pulled in by masculine arms. God, he felt so good pressed against my naked body. It showed desperately through my energy that I needed his cock. I couldn’t hide it anymore. It was clear I was barely holding myself together. Normally, I was good at keeping the devil inside of me at arms length, but I had been famished for too long.
I began to grind my bare pussy over his shorts, my fingertips gripping the back of his neck as I pulled him closer. We gave each other life through wet kisses, then he began to finger me. He wasn’t even close to my clit, but I didn’t even care. It was the feeling of his cock growing thick beneath my cunt that was making me wet. He could barely hold it together, himself.
He gently pushed me off and confessed, “I haven’t had sex in a while so I’m going to finish in two minutes.”
“It’s okay,” I said while quickly unbuckling his pants. “I don’t mind.” I just needed something, anything.
He stood above me and whipped his rod out, naturally causing me to moan. The head of his cock pumping red with blood… taunting me, intimidating me.
My favorite, I thought to myself.
I was completely obsessed with big headed mushroom cocks. I fantasized about the way it would feel suctioning its way through my pussy.
I began sucking him off, having to open my mouth as wide as possible, barely being able to do so without getting my teeth to gently scrape over his head. His cock throbbed and turned deep purplish red, his veins pulsing on my tongue, and soon in my pussy. I begged him to hold it together for a little while longer so I could get fucked by his beast.
I sucked and moaned, using both hands to milk him. Next thing I knew, he started to apologize, grabbing his cock and taking it out of my mouth. I watched the first couple of cum splatters shoot onto the grass.
What the fuck? I thought to myself, Can he not see my face is right here?
I angrily moved his hands away, firmly took hold of his cock and held him tight in my mouth so I could have the rest, drinking in the sound of his moans as he finished off into my mouth. He barely lasted 10 seconds of me blowing him. He looked at me in disbelief and astonishment that I wanted to swallow his cum. I looked at him in disbelief as to why I wouldn’t, annoyed and furious by the fact he wasted his seed. I nearly went in the grass to lick up the remnants. If only he knew how much I had been starving myself.
I laid him down, he was still hard, however I could barely fit the head of his cock in the hole of my pussy. I was tight, having not had sex for a while, just as he was sensitive from having just came.
“You know I fantasized about taking your cum load,” I said as I looked into his soul, without a flinch of nervous expression.
“Yeah, I knew,” he said, “you gave me a look.”
“Mm, glad you could pick up on it,” I said as I got off of him and started getting dressed.
He bit his lip with a smile and went in for another passionate kiss. We got dressed and made our way back up. He kissed my cheek goodnight and I smiled at the taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth.
I saw Orange’s tent, now shut. Energetically, I felt unwelcome in the area. He knew. I felt guilt creep in and deep upset for the way I appeared to act out on impulse. It was weird how I still felt as though I did something terribly wrong when I knew I had communicated that I wasn’t a woman worth fancying. I knew that this was going to occur the moment I found someone I was attracted to and now, I knew it would be time to separate for the inevitable had occurred.
