I was stepping over the caution tape again. The day before I had been cited for trespassing here, on a public trail I had been hiking for years. An officer wearing gloves and a mask had issued me a ticket and sternly reminded me to "stay at home!"
It seemed ironic. The way I saw it- no one else dared to cross the police tape at the trailhead so I really wasn't doing anyone any danger. I was further from any other human contact on this abandoned trail than I would be in my own apartment!
It was a dusty hiking path that snaked through a beautiful golf course and wound down through meadows and streams to the green blue Pacific Ocean. Since "safer from home procedures" had gone into effect I'd been coming here daily at lunch to get some exercise before returning to my apartment for the second half of the work day.
Itd have been easy to stay at home if I was older or out of shape or something, but I'm in my late twenties and athletic. I was used to surfing, jogging, and swimming almost daily, and with everything closing- including the fuckin ocean, this hike was my only reprieve from my desk in my 1bedroom apartment.
Also, if I'm being honest, it just felt good to be defiant.
It's about a 20 minute hike from the trail head to the ocean. I usually start out jogging to work up a sweat. Today was beautiful- about 75 degrees and windless. I had left my t shirt in the car and was hiking in my board shorts and nikes. The sun felt good on my bare back, cooking my skin. I'd managed to get a tan, and stay in shape from my daily lunch hikes.
Being spring time, the grass had grown high, and on most parts of the trail, it provided a lot of privacy. So today the trail was well hidden from the public eye and soon I could only see the tall vegetation around me and the dusty path leading me down to the turquoise water of the Pacific Ocean.
I had been hiking about 10 minutes and was lost in the enjoyment of nature. I walked around a bend in the trail and stopped short.
"Hello."
There was a girl. She was sitting on a Boulder next to the trail, eating a cliff bar.
"Hey," I exclaimed, immediately trying to look subtle as I checked her out.
She was fucking beautiful. Must've only been about twenty or so. Dark hair pulled up in a messy bun that would've fallen to the the small of her back if she let it down. She had tan, olive skin and warm brown eyes. Full lips that betrayed a smile as saw me checking her out.
"You know you're not supposed to be down here?" She said as she hopped off the rock. She moved like a cat, decisively, light on her feet.
Her body language was confident, sexy as she walked towards me. She had long slender legs and hips that mesmerized me, the way they swayed as she took steps. She was wearing yoga pants that accentuated her athletic profile and narrow waist. She had on a sports bra that covered small, firm breasts.
"You're not supposed to be here either," I croaked. She faced me now.
She had long delicate fingers and she placed one on my lips. I could feel my cock start to grow under my shorts. "I guess this has to be our little secret then," she said softly.
"So, are you going swimming?" Her tone was suddenly playful instead of seductive.
"I hadn't planned on it, but it's nice out, so maybe," I said, disappointed in the change in conversation. Was she just fucking with me? If she noticed my board-shorts could she see my growing hard on?
"Hmm..." she murmured as she turned on her heel and walked back toward the rock she was sitting on.
Watching her from behind was a sight to behold. Her ass was incredible: big and round, accentuated by her tiny waist. It swayed when she walked, like her hips did. I was captivated.
She bent down to pick up her small bag, arching her back and sticking her perfect ass in the air as she collected her things. The fabric of her yoga pants looked stretched to its limit and I swear I could see the outline of her tight pussy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I wanted to peel back those little yoga pants and bury my face between those perfect ass cheeks as she bent-
"Hey," she said- startling me out of my stupor. She'd gathered her bag and had walked another 10 feet down the trail without me noticing, my mind fully occupied by its own fantasy.
"Come on," she said quietly, with a mischievous smile. She beckoned to me with one finger.