It was bound to happen one day, an inevitability. How many times had they taken that path? Ten times? Twenty times? Whatever the number it was always with the same thrill, the same excitement. The idea of doing something forbidden, something naughty was ever present.
That day was the same as the others, they set off early, it was going to be a hot day. She was wearing a skirt but no underwear as he had ordered her. He let her go before him up the path, that way he could see the curve of her arse as she climbed the hill. She knew he was watching, the thought excited her, she knew the effect of seeing her behind had on him. Imagining his excitement she felt her pussy start to get wet, she started thinking about was going to happen when they reached their destination.
They continued up the hill, passed by only one solitary hiker. They were alone as always, the reason behind their choice of destination. The closer they drew, the more the excitement increased. They turned off the path and went through the pine trees to the flat rock they had discovered by chance.
"Stop" he said "pull up your skirt and lie on your back."
She executed his instructions as she always did. Her excitement grew as he blindfolded her. Her pussy was dripping with expectation. She could feel his breath between her thighs. His tongue started to circle her clit, slowly and gently, his fingers caressing her breasts. The blindfold heightened her senses, she could feel the orgasm building inside her.
"More." she implored, but he was unmoved, he controlled the situation, aroused by her excitement.