It was a perfect day for a hike in the hills beyond the heavily wooded areas that remained close to the residential areas which had been built up over the years. Sunny and warm with a very light breeze to provide a bit of relief from the heat of midday, with the occasional cloud for intermittent shade. There were parking areas near the start of several major trails that allowed for cars to be left untouched for the day and gave people the opportunity to enjoy solitary walks or picnics away from the town without worrying about their cars. There were a few trails that I enjoyed but one was special to me. It was the path less traveled that meandered through the wood, crossing a nice brook in several places, and ended near an open meadow that contained a lovely carpet of flowers with some wild strawberries mixed in for a special treat.
When I reached the meadow I knew there was a pleasant, secluded spot where I could comfortably shed my clothes and spread a blanket to relax and enjoy the sun undisturbed. I had been making this hike for quite a few years and found it to be the most stimulating for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being the privacy. Today would be no exception, and after placing my blanket on the grass, I took a few minutes to sit quietly to listen to the sound of the wildlife and the breeze as it drifted through the nearby trees. Warming from the sun, I began to remove my clothes, folding them neatly to fashion a makeshift pillow, applied some lotion and stretched out naked on the blanket. This was a glorious day and I was very happy to be in one of my favorite spots to enjoy it.
As the time passed, I became very comfortable and the grass and earth seemed to mold itself to suit the shape of my body, like a soft mattress wraps itself around you when you go to sleep, providing support but not in an uncomfortable way. My sunglasses kept the sun from my eyes allowing some measure of darkness and I could feel my mind start to wander as I drifted off to that nether world approaching sleep, when you are aware of your surroundings but only in a marginal way. It is one of the most pleasant and restful sensations to allow your mind to float away from the realities of the world while your body is warmed by the sun and embraced by the soft meadow grass under the blanket.
Off in the distance from my dream state, I began to make out words being spoken in soft tones, clear but very quiet, like a one-sided conversation being had so as not to disturb someone close by. I could not be sure that my ears were not playing tricks on me, making the sound of the breeze in the trees appear to be words so I remained still and tried to concentrate on what I was hearing with my eyes closed, hoping that restricting one sense would sharpen another. Eventually, I began to be able to discern the words and knew that I was not dreaming or, if I was, it was a remarkably realistic dream.
"Umm, such beautiful smooth skin and so little hair everywhere. If it wasn't for the penis, I would almost say that the body belonged to a very fit young woman," whispered the voice. With the last comment I could feel my penis begin to move on its own, becoming mildly aroused and while I felt a little self-conscious, I had no desire to alter my position so I stayed very still as if asleep. "Look at that lovely clit begin to move and it's expanding, too. This is such a real treat, and it makes me horny just watching. How fortunate I am to have walked this trail today."
Now I was fully awake and listening to the fellow talking about me out loud was very exciting. My cock was not fully erect, but it was well on its way. Remaining in one position was becoming difficult but I did not wish to break the spell of the moment so I tried breathing exercises in an attempt take my mind off of what was happening.
"Oh, I like watching her chest move as she breaths deeper," came the whisper. He did not bother addressing me as he, him or his, but used the feminine form when talking about me. "Such a pretty young thing with a lovely clit. Watching her gives me a hardon and I would love to have my dick in her mouth just for a little while. I'll bet it's so warm and wet in there, it must feel wonderful. And those nipples. They're so erect and look so firm, they must be so sensitive right now. I'd love to rub them a little and then lick and suck them while I straddle her and let my dick rest against her clit."
I could not take any more of his obvious teasing and I wanted to grab my cock and stroke it to release the built-up pressure but instead I kept my eyes closed and calmly said, "You are sadistic by talking like that when it was obvious that I was getting aroused. How would you like it if someone did that to you?"
"Consider it foreplay," came the reply. "When I saw you lying there, I could not resist saying something and when I noticed your reaction, I could not stop. Should I apologize?"
"Not necessarily but you suggested something a few minutes ago that I found intriguing. If you manage your actions like a proper gentleman, we can avoid the apology entirely," I said with a smile.
He laughed and softly replied while kneeling at my side, "I like your erect nipples and wanted to reach out to them for a while now, but I didn't want to startle you."
"I won't be startled now but be gentle because you are right, they're sensitive," I responded.
"Oh good, I was hoping they would be," he said while gently reaching to rub my left nipple while his forearm brushed against my right.
"Oh, god, I like that," I replied, "you have a wonderful touch."
