Mountain Heat & Ovulation

The summer of 2020 found us seeking refuge in the mountains, a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating reality of lockdowns and anxieties. We’d decided it was time, too. Time to build a family, to finally answer the insistent yearning in our hearts. As luck would have it, the timing aligned perfectly with a particularly potent ovulation cycle for my wife, a fact she gleefully confirmed with a generous display of her juices. It was a primal signal, a clear invitation to indulge in the pleasures we’d both been craving.

The chosen location, a sprawling, remote campsite nestled near a glacial lake, felt charged with anticipation. The air hung thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a heady mix that only intensified our desires. We were both feeling frisky, both acutely aware of the hormonal surge coursing through our veins. It wasn’t just the fresh air and sunshine; it was something deeper, something ancient and untamed.

We embarked on a long hike along the lake’s edge, a slow, deliberate pace that allowed us to savor the beauty of the surrounding wilderness. Halfway through, we decided to take a plunge, discarding our clothes and plunging into the icy water. The shock of the cold was exhilarating, stripping away inhibitions and leaving us raw and vulnerable. The water, shockingly clear, reflected the azure sky above, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.

Neither of us had ever done anything quite like this before, stripping naked in a secluded spot, embracing the wildness of nature. There was a sense of abandon, a feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure that we hadn't experienced in months. The sun beat down on our skin, warming us from the inside out, while the cool water washed away our anxieties and doubts. We felt utterly free, completely unburdened by the expectations and pressures of modern life.

As the water began to warm, my wife started drying off, her body glistening in the sunlight. Her breasts were full and perky, and her skin seemed to radiate a captivating heat. It was a sight that ignited a fire within me, a primal urge to possess her, to lose myself in her beauty. Without hesitation, I moved towards her, initiating a slow, deliberate exploration of her body. My fingers traced the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the delicate slope of her shoulders. She responded with a moan of pleasure, encouraging me to continue.

I began to kiss her neck and lips, deepening my touch with each passing moment. My hands moved down her body, caressing her breasts, pulling at her nipples. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking deeply while massaging the other with my hand. The rhythm was intoxicating, the heat intensifying with each passing second. I continued this for a while, alternating between sucking on one breast and exploring the other, until my muscles began to tense and my breathing became ragged.

By this point, I was fully erect, my body trembling with anticipation. I was ready to fulfill my desires, to lose myself in the pleasure of the moment. But I hesitated, unsure of her readiness. So, I slowly moved up to her lips, kissing her deeply, savoring the taste of her skin. It was an invitation, a silent acknowledgment of our mutual desire.

And then, she shocked me. A simple, yet profound, question hung in the air: “Are you ready?” It was a challenge, a test of my resolve. But there was no denying the power of her gaze, the undeniable intensity of her desire. The answer was clear. We moved over to a fallen-over tree, using its trunk as a makeshift bench. She bent over, allowing me access to her, and we positioned ourselves for the inevitable. Just as we were getting into position, we heard a distant noise, a hint of civilization intruding on our private sanctuary. We froze, listening intently, before realizing it was just other hikers, their voices carried on the breeze.

We quickly resumed our positions, but this time, we took precautions. We grabbed a towel and laid it down on the ground, creating a makeshift barrier between us and the outside world. I lowered myself onto my knees, positioning myself for penetration, while she shifted to an all fours stance. I thrust my cock deep into her, feeling the warm release of her muscles as she arched her back slightly. The sensation was intense, primal, and utterly satisfying. We were both lost in the moment, completely consumed by our lust.

As we continued, the heat intensified, our bodies moving in unison, driven by the raw energy of our mutual desire. It wasn’t long before we both reached the point of no return. My stamina began to wane, and I knew that I was close to climax. I alerted her, letting her know that I was about to release, giving her a chance to brace herself. She responded with a silent acknowledgment, her body tensing in anticipation.

With renewed determination, I increased the pace, thrusting my cock with more force and urgency. It was a race against time, a desperate attempt to hold on to the pleasure before it slipped away. She, too, responded in kind, her body writhing with pleasure, moaning with each thrust. The sounds were amplified by the surrounding wilderness, a symphony of lust and desire.

As I finally succumbed to the inevitable, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I collapsed backwards, finding solace in her embrace, our bodies intertwined in a perfect union of pleasure and release. We clung to each other, savoring the moment, lost in the afterglow of our shared experience. The sounds of distant hikers faded into the background as we basked in the warmth of our mutual satisfaction.

Two years later, we returned to the same campsite, seeking to relive the magic of that unforgettable day. As we began our hike along the lake’s edge, we both knew exactly what we were hoping to find. We made our way back to the secluded spot, the fallen-over tree serving as our personal sanctuary. This time, we didn't bother with the towel. We simply stripped off our clothes and embraced each other, ready to lose ourselves in the pleasures of the moment.

As we positioned ourselves for penetration, we heard the familiar sound of hikers approaching. This time, we didn't hesitate. We leaned into each other, deepening our connection as we plunged into the depths of our shared desire. The sensation was even more intense than before, fueled by the memories of our past encounter and the knowledge that we were experiencing something truly special. My thrusts were deep and forceful, penetrating her all the way, while she arched her back, her body responding with a powerful, primal rhythm.

As we both neared the brink of climax, I felt a surge of power, a renewed sense of stamina that allowed me to maintain my momentum. I waited until she was ready, giving her a signal before continuing my thrusts with even greater force. She responded in kind, her moans intensifying, her body writhing with pleasure. The sounds were loud and insistent, echoing through the surrounding wilderness, a testament to the intensity of our mutual desire.

Finally, we both reached the peak of our pleasure, releasing a torrent of sperm deep into her pussy. The feeling was overwhelming, a perfect culmination of our shared lust and desire. We collapsed into each other’s arms, clinging to each other as we enjoyed the aftermath of our intense encounter. Looking into her eyes, I saw a reflection of my own satisfaction, a shared understanding of the profound connection we had forged in that secluded corner of the mountains.

As we climbed down from our climaxes, we embraced in a deep, passionate kiss, hoping that this time, we would finally conceive. And we did! It was an incredible moment, a culmination of our shared dreams and desires. The success felt like a confirmation, a validation of the powerful connection we had forged between us. We christened the spot “Lovemaking Cove,” a testament to the unforgettable experience we had shared. That summer, amidst the towering pines and the crystal-clear waters of the glacial lake, we found something truly special – a primal connection, a shared passion, and a profound sense of fulfillment. It was a memory we knew we would cherish forever, a reminder of the wild, untamed beauty of our love.

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