Author's Note:
Skip this note if you want. It's been a while since I last wrote something and for some reason, the bug just hit me quick and dirty. This is a bit of a slow burn I will say. Don't go expecting sex. Instead, expect a guy to be slowly broken down until he finally lashes out and is handled appropriately. At this point, I'm starting to realize that there are so many ways to break a man. I love writing about sex but nothing is better than a man getting broken mentally and physically. Honestly, I'm desperate for that myself.
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From smooth, safe solid cement, my wheels started to kick dirt and rocks as the road became bumpy. I was entering the parking lot of the mountain reserve. It was a small rocky lot and towards the end, I could see a staircase formed of rocks embedded in the dirt that immediately went upwards and vanished into the thick treeline.
Great, a hike that immediately started with a heavy incline. I looked upwards at the larger mountain ahead and felt a bit excited...and also a bit exhausted. I was fit and comfortable doing this but it was still going to be a challenge. At only a few thousand feet high, I figured it wouldn't be too bad. A hike is a hike. But it would definitely be something to conquer. Pulling in further, I slotted my Civic on the left side of the parking lot. Avoiding any cars that were already there.
Looking over, I could see the 10 or so people grouped up. That had to be the hiking group. It was my first time coming along with one of these. I figured now was the perfect time to do it. It was the end of my semester and plenty of people had gone home for the summer. The group would surely end up being much smaller. I was a Junior staying on campus. I didn't necessarily live far away but I didn't want to go back home either. I wanted to maintain my own little comfortable place away from my parents. I figured this way I could go ahead and meet everyone and then once the Fall semester came I would be a "regular". That's if today went well though. I was anti-social and social. Someone who was introverted but would end up talking too much.
It was roughly split even between men and women. A few people looked to be in their 20s but the majority were in their 30s and 40s.
Sitting in my car, I smiled to myself hoping that it might make my brain happier and help me overcome my nervousness. It was 9 am on a sunny Saturday morning. I was always up at this time anyways but usually sitting at my computer. Or maybe at the gym if I was feeling up to it. I grabbed my bottle of water, dropped it into my drawstring bag that already contained my CLIF bar, and tossed it over my shoulder. I opened my door and got out and prepared to meet this group of strangers. Right as my door slammed shut, another car pulled into the lot. Ripped into a spot on the opposite side of me. By the time I shut my door and began to move my feet, their car was already turned off and a woman got out quickly. A large backpack with a few water bottles in the side pockets being held by her right hand. She began to speed-walk towards the group.
She looked impressive. Around my own height of 5'10 or 5'11. She glanced over at me quickly with a large grin before quickly moving on to the group. She looked to maybe be a few years older than me but not by much. This clearly wasn't her first time hiking with this group. Clearly a regular and obviously social. The smile and the way she moved gave off an aura of confidence and strength. The mountain seemed to look smaller and the heavy inclined rock staircase was now no bigger than a molehill. As if the mountain had shrunk down at her arrival, cowering. That the mountain might end up being happier knowing that it had been conquered by her as opposed to the reverse.
The first glimpse of her, as she grinned at me, showed some of her crooked but sharp teeth. Crooked and jagged. I could sense she had been offered braces maybe at some point but she had refused. Not insane looking but just completely natural as that was how her teeth grew in. They seemed fierce. I could almost imagine her with her foot on the back of a beaten boxer while she proudly smiled at the arena of adoring fans; blood dripping from her teeth and down her chin.
She had brown eyes with black eyeliner that spread out into small thick wings. A look that immediately was noticeable but not overdone. She had a small but wide nose with a septum piercing. Medium thick eyebrows right above her eyes. Difficult to see, however, since her black bangs puffed out and then curled downwards over her forehead. Black hair that was incredibly voluminous and thick. Full hair that clearly loved to get constantly tangled and create a mess. Strands of it fell down as a clip held the majority in place above her head. Seemed like a length that would drape over the top of her back. Her lips were small and curled sharply but seemed to expand greatly to accommodate her wide smile. A face of a few blemishes that she cared little for and only contributed to her overall beauty instead. A somewhat strong and defined jawline.
She wore only a maroon-colored sports bra as a top. It tightly held in place her large breasts. It cut down low so that the crevice between the two was readily apparent. Above her breasts, flowers had grown out from where it sprouted on her right arm. A black and white tattoo that seemed to be some sort of mixture of flowers and maybe a knife and extended across her entire arm. The flowers touched the top of her chest but seemed careful not to fully spread across her large breasts. Her skin looked smooth and white but had clearly been carefully colored by the sun. Her shoulders were large and muscular. Important because they held onto her arms that were quite big themselves. Biceps and triceps that popped out. Clearly trained and focused on regularly and led to thick forearms. All trailing down to her hands that clearly had once been long and thin but now had grown to surely be able to grip an axle bar with ease. Nails painted black.
The brief look I got at her stomach only continued to put me in a trance. While her large breasts puffed out from her chest, only barely contained by the sports bra, continuing down it was a sharp contrast back to her stomach. A light outline of abs. Abs that clearly weren't the main priority but instead were an outcome of intense work. Abs that weren't meant to impress but instead were meant to work. A small amount of fat on top of them to ensure they performed as necessary and yet somehow the outline still appeared.
There were dottings of other tattoos across her arms and chest but none as large as the right sleeve that had extended below her neck.
She wore matching maroon shorts. Tightly gripping at her as they stretched across her wide hips and then clung to her butt. So large, the fabric had small ripples as it descended from one cheek to the other, struggling to contain it all. It only continued from there as her thighs were massive. Thick and full of muscle and fat. Slight stretch marks but on full display. Her calves were just as impressive. Her knees seemed bruised up and her shins continued this trend. Small cuts and patches of skin that were still healing. You could tell that the metal bar from a deadlift regularly ripped her skin.
It all ended with black athletic socks, folded over, and then black boots.
She joined the group and made a quick comment that elicited a mild laugh from a few others. I began my own walk over to them and they quickly turned to look at me. Her included.
"Hey there stranger, I don't think I've seen you here before," commented one of the older-looking guys. He was dressed up in small blue shorts and a white t-shirt. Runner shorts. He was a bit sweaty already as if he had decided to leave the car at home and insead run here.
Everyone else was a mixture of running attire and then boots and strong-hiking gear. I wasn't sure if this meant that it was going to be a leisure hike or an incredibly tough one.
I had only come in a 5k running t-shirt I had gotten from a race a few months back and black shorts that had zipper pockets. Brown and black sneakers. I was about 5'11. Technically 5'10 but my license said 5'11 so that's what I went with of course. I regularly went to the gym. Would get workouts in and run on the treadmill. Just a few miles, nothing crazy. But it was enough so that at the very least I often ended up looking fit. I filled out my shirts just barely. I had broad shoulders and decent arms so that if I was moving them around, my shirt might flex a bit but when keeping them at my side, you'd see ample room in the sleeve. I had short brownish hair. A tad messy but the shortness kept it in check. Clean shaven since I really didn't grow enough. I was a white Hispanic that looked purely white. I had medium-sized lips and a purely okay jawline. A large nose. I had been working on getting abs and so far had maybe the slightest outline when looking at it right the way. I had some light tanning on my arms and legs but nothing crazy.
