Havasupai Heat: A Sinful Hike

The ten-mile hike to Havasupai Falls began under a brutal sun, already pushing the mercury past three digits. Anticipation thrummed through me, a tangible energy fueled by months of yearning. And watching you, as you navigated the dusty trail in those ridiculously short shorts, only intensified the excitement. They clung to your glutes, a blatant invitation, and showcased the silky smoothness of your tanned legs, a stark contrast to the rugged terrain we were traversing. You glanced back at me as I fumbled with my camera, capturing the first image of our adventure, and my heart skipped a beat. It wasn't the destination, though the falls were magnificent, but the presence beside me that truly made the experience intoxicating.

As we continued, the sun beat down relentlessly, baking the sweat that plastered your face and neck. The turquoise river, a welcome sight, beckoned us with its cool embrace. Without hesitation, I shed my shirt, reveling in the heat of the sun on my bare chest, a primal urge to connect with the elements taking over. My mind immediately conjured a vivid image of your goddess-like form, a perfect counterpoint to my own, intertwined in our own passionate union.

You paused for a drink from your water bottle, and as I observed you, the beads of sweat tracing paths down your face, clinging to your perky breasts and sliding down your sports bra, a primal desire ignited within me. The sounds of your exertion, each step a testament to your determination, fueled my imagination, painting a scene of unrestrained pleasure awaiting us later. Before pushing on, we snapped a selfie, my hand instinctively reaching for your rear, followed by a firm, playful squeeze. Turning back, I pulled you close, placing my hands on your face before leaning in for a kiss. You responded with a slow, deliberate suck on my lower lip, and I, in turn, descended my hands to your waist, sliding them down your back and to your ample curves. A vicious grab followed, a clear signal of my intent. You moaned, intensifying your efforts, while I tightened my grip, drawing you closer, feeling the delicious strain in your muscles. Reaching down, you gently stroked my groin, just enough to tease the burgeoning erection, and as you did, I whispered, “Ohhh, babe…”

We continued our trek, the air growing heavy with anticipation. Finally, we arrived, standing in awe of the majestic Mooney Falls, drenched in sweat and breathless from the arduous journey. You met my gaze with a flirtatious smile, dropping our gear and stripping down to a sheer black thong. Without hesitation, you plunged into the turquoise pool, swimming towards the cascading water. I followed suit, joining you beneath the thunderous waterfall, the spray soaking us both. As the water crashed down, you tilted your head back, closing your eyes in blissful surrender.

Stepping closer from behind, I gently wrapped my hands around your waist, before pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. Another followed, this time on the side of your neck, sending shivers down my spine. My hands glided across your stomach and breasts, before pausing on your hip. You reached down for me, your fingers finding my cock, and you gave a gentle, encouraging squeeze. I whispered in your ear, “Ohhh, babe…” Your touch sent a jolt through my body, and I felt the undeniable pull of desire. You freed my cock from the confines of my Infinity Thong, and as you began your slow, deliberate strokes, my senses exploded. “Hhhnnngggghhhh!!!” escaped my lips, a testament to the exquisite pleasure you were inflicting. As you increased the pace, the pleasure became overwhelming, robbing me of my strength. I slowly slid your thong down your ankles, kneeling behind you. My hands caressed your inner and outer thighs, planting a passionate kiss on the curve of your knee before driving my tongue upwards, seeking the tantalizing scent of your ass.

You responded with a whispered confession, “I love how you kiss my ass.” The words sent a shiver of pure delight through me. Introducing my finger, I began a playful dance around your vaginal opening, circling my fingertips around your clitoris, teasing and tantalizing. To your surprise, I inserted two of my middle fingers, intensely circling them around inside you. A collective moan escaped your lips, “Oooohhhh, babe!!!” The movement was so intensely pleasurable that your legs went weak, so I carefully lifted you with my fingers still nestled within, and we slowly rose to our feet. Gently, I withdrew my fingers. We faced each other, drawn together by an irresistible force. I pulled you closer, embracing your hips against mine, and you responded by diving your tongue into my mouth, circling around my lips with a possessive fervor. I couldn’t wait to descend upon you, to expose your exquisite clitoris and run my tongue across its sensitive surface, savoring every inch of pleasure.

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, we returned to our campground, our bodies exhausted but our spirits soaring. Setting up camp, we settled into the serenity of our surroundings, the chirping of birds and the gentle glow of the full moon creating a romantic ambiance. Lying on our backs, you rested your head on my arm, and as you placed your palm on my inner thigh close to my groin, my desire reached fever pitch. The warmth of your hand, combined with the proximity of my own throbbing cock, created an unbearable tension. You began to slowly walk your fingers up my thigh, and my body responded instantly, a raging storm of lust and longing. My cock raged, desperate to be released, to feel the exquisite sensation of your touch once again.

As I slid my fingers beneath your sarong, you straddled me, whispering, “I want your cock… inside of me.” Stripping off your sarong, you held my cock firmly in your index and thumb, gently and slowly inserting it into your wet vagina. The connection was electric, an undeniable energy coursing through our bodies as we made love. Each thrust you attempted to mount me, my penis would slip out, so I shifted positions, taking control and matching each thrust to the chirps of the birds, creating a rhythmic, animalistic grunt in your ear as I pushed with unrelenting force. After hours of passionate lovemaking, we both reached a point of complete exhaustion, drenched in sweat and breathless from the intensity of our encounter.

As we lay there, spent and satisfied, I leaned down and kissed your lips, then your nose, and finally, your forehead. The memory of our shared pleasure, the exquisite sensations, and the overwhelming desire lingered in the air, a testament to the powerful connection we had forged.

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