They looked like the other hikers as they emerged from the car -- hiking boots, packs with water, layered clothing, and hats for the sun. Tulsa loved the first steps of a new hike, with everything green and inviting, an unknown trail that would reveal many tiny perfections of life in the hours to come. They had gone only about a quarter mile when she spotted the spring beauties, with fine white petals.
"Look, honey," she exclaimed, bending over to enjoy their pale loveliness. Amos came up behind her, looking only at her beautiful ass as she bent.
"Fantastic, absolutely fantastic," Amos said, giving her bottom a soft slap and then rubbing and massaging a bit. Tulsa stood up, faced Amos, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest. With both hands on her bottom, Amos kissed her deeply. Tulsa sucked hungrily on his tongue as he moved it in and out of her mouth. She was just starting to get a little breathless, with small moans escaping her lips, when Amos broke away.
"Let's see what's around the next bend, baby," he said, and strode ahead. Tulsa followed, dappled sunlight shining through the leaves onto the dirt trail. They went perhaps another half-mile at an easy pace, breathing in the smell of pine, spring, and moist earth. Then, Amos turned and headed straight into the woods, stopping when they were no longer in sight of the trail.
"I like this one," he said, positioning himself near a large burr oak with a perfect Y in its lower branches.
Tulsa looked it over, then lowered her eyes a little and inquired, "What should I do?"
"Why don't you see how the bark feels," Amos suggested. Tulsa stroked the rough bark with her hand, then moved closer. She slipped off her fleece jacket to reveal the light green tank top underneath. She leaned into the tree, rubbing her bare arms on the bark. Then she lifted the tank top and lightly pressed her large breasts to the tree's roughness.
"Mmmmm," she said, "It feels good, real good." She took one firm mound in her hands, still encased in her bra, and began to move it vigorously back and forth across the delightful roughness. Her nipple was erect, very hard, straining to get full attention.
"That's nice," Amos said, "Very nice. Take your breasts out, baby. Let me see you give yourself a real treat."
Wasting no time, Tulsa breathlessly slipped out of her tank and pulled eagerly at her breasts, freeing them from the cups of the bra. Moaning just a little she pressed them together with her hands and moved them slowly at first, one way and then the other across the tree's course covering. Both nipples stood at ready attention as her breasts began to get pink.
"Oh...so good...so nice..." she said, her voice ragged as she ground the tender flesh of her breasts against the bark. Her breasts became a bright, painful red, but to Tulsa it was pure intense pleasure.
Amos stood watching her, his cock responding to her actions. He stroked himself a little through his shorts, but mostly he just enjoyed her frantic activity. "Need a little help, darlin?" he inquired.
