Hikers

My house sits about a quarter of a mile off a highly traversed paved trail in an urban watershed area. My house is pretty much the Kool-Aid house for anybody that rides mountain bikes, hikes, or even rides urban crossovers on the paved trails.

After being off for a few months due to some health issues and family issues, I was back on the mountain bike. I had polished my skills in endurance for the past month on my crossover on the paved trails but now is ready to polish my technical skills. I took off going on past my house up towards a lesser traveled trail that ended in a dead end box canyon.

I was riding slow, admittedly, maybe half of my normal pace just getting my twist and turns and jumps on roots fine-tuned. That meant I was riding quiet up towards the end of the trail where a turnaround loop was after a couple of switchbacks.

I rode out of the woods to a small clearing to see a couple who were trying to set up their phone for a selfie. They were hikers. Both had backpacks cargo shorts, loose fitting hiking shirts, hats and poles. I introduced myself and welcomed them to stop by anytime letting them know I usually had fresh cold water outside, outdoor shower, and a hot tub. I assured them people were always hanging out and anyone was welcome to my backyard.

I was ready to take off when the wife nudged her husband and he spoke up, “Say, we normally set up the camera to video us. Would you mind being our videographer?” I said sure, but I was also unsure of what I was getting myself into. I told him I was in no hurry, had nowhere to go that day just out for leisurely ride polishing my technical skills. The wife seemed suddenly hesitant, shy, looking down a little bit. The husband said, “we have an Only Fans channel, and we post on Reddit. We like to get kinky a little bit in the wood just by getting naked and having sex.”

“Well,’ I said, “I am not opposed to that at all, and I would be glad to be your videographer.” He told me the only ground rules are you can only video you can’t participate. I let him know that was no problem. I wanted them to have their fun, and it would be fun to help.

He handed me his phone again, unlocked the set up to the camera for video. I held it up, pushed start and called out “action!”

He pushed his wife up against the tree. She seemed resistant a little bit hesitant, but when he started to kiss her, the way she came after him gave my cock a twitch. Her mouth was open, her tongue already moving before she even got close to his lips. I’ll pause to say they were a handsome Hispanic couple. She was long and lean – tall, long face long straight, dark hair. He was stocky, cut, handsome, with salt and pepper hair. They must’ve been mid-40s.

They were kissing like teenagers in the back seat of a car after prom. I moved in a little bit closer, close enough to notice that he was reaching to unbutton her shirt and she was pushing his hands away. I thought she was shy and hesitant, so I backed up a little bit to give them space. When I backed away and got more of a view, I found out she was not shy at all. She had already unzipped him and had sprung his cock free from his cargo shorts. He was medium length, but the thickness of a coke can. I have never seen a cock like that -stocky just like him. She gave it a couple of strokes and then dropped to her knees hands-free to take him in her mouth. I anticipated she would take the tip, get it good and wet, and that would be about it, but she went after his cock the same way she went after kissing his lips. She took him all the way down his full length and girth without even a gag. I was amazed. I pulled up and offered to take their picture for them which I did.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she was the one unbuttoning her shirt, freeing what became medium sized breasts. She had a front clasp bra, obviously prepared for what their planned action was going to be that day. She swung her breast free, he reached down to stroke them. He was beginning to moan and groan, and I thought we were going to have a load and that would be it. She backed away and stood back up and they again began to kiss again, hot and heavy. Her shirt was open. Her breasts were free, and he was working at them. With gentle strokes and gentle tweaks of her firm long nipples sat on ample areolas. He nibbled from her mouth to her neck, then on down to take each nipple in his mouth and work it with his tongue. I was zoomed in catching all the action and snagged a nice close-up, making sure to keep my focus and frame the picture. The woman who had seemed hesitant was no longer hesitant. She had her head back leaning on the tree, moaning as he kissed.

He migrated his way down her flat belly, reaching to unbuckle her shorts and drop them, pulling her underwear along with the shorts. I had backed away, but knew he was about to give her the ultimate kiss, so I began to zoom in as her underwear came down. I saw the most amazing labia lips hanging free, dangling on his broad tongue built much like his cock. He reached, and as she slightly squatted to spread her legs, and he probed as far back as he could, and began to lick upward. When the lick began, she released a low moan. As he moved his way from back to front, a low increased in intensity until he hit her clit. Her moan became a scream that was her first orgasm.

Again, I thought we were about done. Her legs were trembling she could barely hold herself up. He had a grip on her hips hanging on, but he stood, pushed her legs apart, and pushed his stocky cock into her now dangling and wet lips with a grunt. They moved in a beautiful synchronized rhythm. Both released little moans and occasional groans. I backed away to catch more of the action as they moved against the tree. Once again, I thought he was getting close from his groans and the intensity. He backed away, grasp her hips and spun her around. She bent down, stepped away from the tree trunk, but gripped the trunk and gave herself to him in an amazing presentation. The way she stood, spread her legs, arched her back told me they were experienced at this. She was ready. He entered her with a firm grunt pressed to the hilt. She moaned and even began to grunt, almost like an animal. The intensity increased rapidly as he thrusts, and rapidly as she pushed back, her ass checks smacking into his thighs. He was close to coming again and stopped, but she was not having it. She began to work against him, pushing and pushing and pushing. Suddenly they both came and in a synchronized rhythm – him with a heavy, long grunt, her with a long, high-pitched moan, again, her leg shaking. I had zoomed in to catch both of their faces. During that intense moment I came back around to watch and video as he pulled himself out his cock dripping and her lips beginning to drip with his remains.

He spoke up and said “that’s good. You can stop the video.” I did. They put themselves back together and I handed him the camera. I said, “that was good! Nice and hot. Thanks for letting me watch.” She spoke up for the first time and said, “that was so intense. I loved it! Normally our camera is stationary. I’m sure we’ve got a great video with you moving and zooming back-and-forth.”

We said our goodbyes and I thought that was the end of it. A few days later on my back porch, I found a gift bag with a bottle of expensive whiskey and a note that read, “thanks for a good time that was our best video or ever – highest ratings scenes!”