The day she met him at the top of the hill for a hike down to the creek was one of those perfect summer days at altitude in Colorado. Bright sun, a gentle breeze, and clean air. They were going to spend an afternoon just being in the world and catching up after having not seen each other in person for way too long. He was excited for her company. The thought of her made his heart rate and his mouth water even though they had never even kissed.
She was wearing a denim shirt over just a sports bra, hiking shorts, and her long toned legs looked amazing even in hiking boots with socks peeking out the top. Her long ginger-blonde hair was arranged in two long braids flowing from under her sun hat and her freckled nose and cheeks glowed with life above her wide, inviting smile. He knew her shining bright blue eyes were sparkling behind the sunglasses when she pulled back from the hug she gave him in greeting.
That hug. It felt so good. Had she felt his hard cock through his shorts? He hadn't tried to hide it, and she had not pulled away. It had seemed like she had actually lingered just a little. Hiking with a boner was going to be interesting, but he'd rather hike with a boner than without her.
"Ready?" he asked.
"I'm always ready!" she replied.
"Of course. That's one of the things I like about you..." he responded as he set off down the side of the hill toward their destination - about half a mile and 900 feet of elevation down from where they met. He was glad this was private property and that there was no chance of anyone else being around to intrude on this time together. He had snacks, water, a first aid kit, and a picnic blanket with a couple inflatable travel pillows in his backpack. There were great places to just spread the blanket and relax by the creek. Some of the grandfather pines were hundreds of years old and the pine cone pieces dropped by generations very fat, happy squirrels had grown to several feet deep over decades of solitude. He could think of nothing more comfortable than a blanket over the top of this natural cushion and planned to enjoy the comfort of a perfect afternoon with a beautiful friend, the soft sound of the moving water, and the sound of the wind moving through the trees on it's way through the valley.
They caught up with each other's lives as they walked through boulder fields and a section of the property that had been destroyed by a forest fire several years before. The standing dead trees were starkly beautiful in their own way, and the fallen trunks made them pick their way carefully as they made their way down the steep parts of the slope. When he walked this way on his own, the trunks were a pain, but today he was blessing them for the opportunity to touch her as he held her by a hand, or lifted her down from a boulder with his hands on her waist. She didn't NEED the help of course. She was fit and could probably out-hike him almost any day of the week, but he was a gentleman, and she didn't mind being reminded that she was a lady. She was letting him touch her. She was teasing him by asking for help she didn't need. She was flirting with him and they both knew it. She could probably see his cock outlined by his shorts, and he knew she had watched him when he had to adjust it's positioning as they moved down the slope. There was no path. This was territory he knew, but still an adventure each time he experienced the place. It was always a little different, but always wonderful and satisfying.
After about 30 minutes they reached the meadow at the base of the slope and could hear the water moving in the creek. The sun lit up the opening in the trees like something from a Disney movie come to life. They shared a drink of cool water from his supplies and caught their breath.
"That's going to be a real workout on the way back up" she observed.
"Well, we'll worry about that later. We'll just have to save some energy for the climb... Let me show you my favorite spot and then we'll explore a little." He set off down a path made by deer and the annual parade of free-range cattle that were a quirk of old-time property laws in Colorado. Property owners were still responsible for fencing cattle out of a property rather than livestock owners being responsible for keeping their cattle in.
He helped her climb down through the cleft between a couple huge boulders, duck under the branches of a centuries-old pine, avoid the thorns of a few wild raspberries and step around a prickly pear cactus that he always appreciated for its tenaciousness and marveled at how that little dude had found this wonderful valley. It sure as hell beat living in a desert in his opinion.
When they stepped on the rocks to cross the creek and up a few feet to the base of his favorite tree on the entire planet, he saw the expression of awe and wonder on her face. It warmed his heart because he felt that way every time he came down here. He didn't break the silence. He just set down his pack and spread the blanket under the tree on the bed of loamy pinecone debris he loved so much. He set some river stones on the blanket's corners, sat down, and invited her to join him for another drink and some snack bars.