Mountain Fun

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We were vacationing together, exploring the mountains. Of West Virginia, I presume. It was October, Indian Summer, so the days were warm and sunny but the parks were nearly deserted; all the kiddies back in school. I'd been studying the maps. On this day, I'd planned out a difficult hike to what I hoped would prove to be a gorgeous view, so I asked you to dress in old clothes, things you wouldn't mind throwing away if they got ruined somehow. You'd gotten some sandwiches made and I packed a big day pack with everything we'd need; I didn't want you encumbered, so that you'd really enjoy the hike in spite of its difficulty. We set out into a beautiful morning, the kind of perfect day that usually only happens in movies, holding hands, chatting amiably amidst the overwhelming splendor of the great outdoors. Along the way we only encountered one other couple, and they were just out for a stroll. It felt as if we had the whole planet to ourselves!

By the time we had hiked up to the peak we were both breathing hard, but the incredible view more than compensated us for our labors. We circumnavigated the craggy peak for a quarter mile or so until I spied a grassy clearing set back a ways from the edge of the mountain. I lead the way, and it was lovely. The surrounding trees in their profusion of fall colors blocked from us much of the open vistas, but in return gave us a secluded picnic area all to ourselves. Viewed from closer by, my grassy clearing was peppered with some pretty big rocks plunked down randomly amidst this lofty mini-meadow. I picked out a nice central location and slipped off my pack with a pleasant sigh, then pulled out our blanket and spread it out. "Lets lunch here, OK?" You agreed, delighted, and organized the goodies as I unpacked them. A little while later we were nicely sated, and after cleaning up, I took my shirt off and we lay back in each other's arms, enjoying the clean air and hot sun and the simple closeness of each other. It was a very romantic setting.

After we'd snuggled and digested for a while, you could tell I was getting frisky again. Running my finger lightly along your arm, making you tingle a bit, I whispered softly to you "We're all alone here. Do you trust me, sweetheart?" You looked up into my eyes and gave me a sparkling smile. "Of course I do; I know you'd never hurt me."

"That's right, I promise never to harm you. I'm going to take very good care of you, sweet lady! But that doesn't prevent me from scaring you, every once in a while." I smiled and winked, and gently but firmly pushed you face down onto the blanket; a second later your wrists were handcuffed behind your back. A moment after that your ankles were locked in steel too. "Whaa?" you cried out, alarmed. Too late.

"It's OK, sweetie, I'll take care of you. I just felt the urge to see you in a bit of bondage, here in this wonderful setting. Now you're my captive, a prisoner of love. Just like in a romance novel!" I gave you a big reassuring smile, and reached into my pack.

"Um, what are those ropes for?" you asked, wide eyed.

"To tie you up with, of course. Handcuffs are just for capture, they're too rough to keep on a lovely lady like you!" I spent a few minutes tying a careful French Bowline "rope cuff" around each of your wrists and ankles. Curious and feeling rather helpless, you watched me quietly, admiring the rippling of the muscles on my bare arms and chest as I worked.

Without preamble I drew your leg ropes out to two nearby boulders, and tied them around the big rocks, then I did the same thing with your wrist ropes. I unlocked the ankle cuffs and handcuffs, and spent quite a while massaging your wrists, until I was certain that you had suffered no ill effects from the metal bracelets. Grinning down at you, I stood. "Need to tighten things up a bit now, be right back." I re-tied all four ropes, pulling you into a wide spread-eagle. Standing at your feet I looked down at you with love and admiration in my smiling gaze. "Mmmm, you've a very beautiful woman, and I love having you in my power. Can you escape?"

Giving me a fierce smile, you tugged and struggled, but to no avail. Finally, a sheen of perspiration on your forehead, you stopped. "OK, I give up, you've got me. Now whatcha gonna do with me?"

Still smiling, I replied "I'm gonna scare you. Remember, I promise I won't harm you, and you can use your safeword if things get too much for you, but that's as much control as you've got right now."

"Um, OK" you squeaked out, sounding even more nervous than you looked.

My grin broadened as I drew out my big survival knife. "You're wearing too much clothing for such a warm day, my dear." I let the point trace a lazy curlicue down your leg.

You draw in a sharp breath. "Please don't cut me, Sir" you ask, suddenly looking fearful. I grab a fistful of your blouse and put a big gash in it.

"Not you, your clothes!" I say, carefully adding cut after cut to your blouse and trousers. I take a long time, enjoying myself as I reduce your clothing to ribbons. You are concentrating so hard on holding still and not disturbing my blade; your only sounds are the occasional gasp or whimper.

When they're quite well shredded I pull the strips of fabric out from beneath you and toss them aside, leaving you spread-eagled on the blanket in nothing but your underwear. "Mmmm, sexy underwear even for a hike. You're one very desirable woman! And you look so good spread out like that in the sun." I stretch out next to you on the blanket, give you a long slow kiss, nibble on your neck for a while. "You're really turning me on, sweetheart." Our tongues twine again, and we neck like teenagers.

Lips still locked together in the kiss, you suddenly give a startled yelp as you feel me slide the blade beneath your sexy lace bra and sever it in half with one sharp tug. I redouble my enthusiasm in kissing you, practically raping your mouth with my tongue, as I slide the knife inside your panties. Unable to speak, our eyes lock. Your eyes beg me not to do it. And then I cut off the last of your covering. You whimper at the sound of parting fabric and look away, resigned to the reality of what's just happened and your inability to prevent it.

I smile warmly and gently caress your hair. "You're a magnificent woman, sweetheart, and I've got you all to myself now. This is like a dream come true for me, I'm in a beautiful place with a helpless woman, and you can't stop me from making you feel good. You'll just have to let me do whatever I want to do; I'm going to show you a good time."

I put away the knife and carefully collect up all the scraps of cloth and stow them in my pack, then I lie down next to you and lightly press my bare chest against your arm as I begin slowly kissing and nibbling. My mouth roves all over your body, exploring, teasing, delighting; at times I have you giggling with ticklish laughter, at other times you purr and go "mmmm" deep in your throat. My approach is respectful and circumspect; I don't need to even get close to your genitals to get you very turned on.

After perhaps an hour of squirming helplessly beneath my touch, squirming and struggling against the ropes which hold you, you whisper fiercely "Gads, a woman can only take so much! I'm all yours, Sir. Please, Sir, I'd like to give you pleasure too. Please take me."

I look up from what I was kissing and smile at you. "Oh, you're giving me more pleasure than you can imagine, sweetheart, have no doubt of that. As for the rest, you're all tied up, you don't have anything to say about it. You'll just have to wait."

"But I don't want to wait, I want you now, Sir! I can't recall ever being so turned on before."

I think for a moment, then get up, stretch my legs for a minute. I can feel your eyes following my every move. I pace for a few minutes, then come straddle you, kneeling down lightly, just above your stomach. "OK sweet lady, here's the deal. There isn't another person within miles of this place, we can make as much noise as we want. I want to start unleashing the raw female animal that I know is lurking inside your soul. I've stripped away your conservative outer-wear, I want to meet the secret side of your brain that revels in sexy underwear." I lean forward to give you a long, breathless kiss.

"You're very helpless; I hold all the cards. I want you to let that secret side of yourself out to play with me. In fact, I'm insisting on it. I'm not letting you go until you've been screaming at the top of your lungs just how much you want me, how you'll do anything I want."

I smile as you gasp in surprise. "I can't do that Sir, it isn't proper."

I just chuckle. "Allow me to give you some additional motivation, then." I shift position until I'm kneeling comfortably between your legs. Moving slowly, I kiss and lick and caress my way up the inside of your bare left leg, inch by inch, making you squirm in heightened excitement. When I finally reach the top of your leg I send my soft warm tongue gently exploring your delicate folds. I play you like an instrument, building you up and letting you ebb and building you even higher, until finally our mountaintop clearing witnesses the sounds and struggles of your first orgasm. It's a wonderfully intense moment, and I pause to savor it with you, the sunshine warming our skins even as the languid breeze cools us.

I feel no need to repeat my instruction or to give you but the briefest rest. I rear up and smile into your eyes. "I believe that every woman has the potential to be wildly multi-orgasmic, with the right lover. My intuition says that we're perfect for each other, so I plan on testing this theory."

I send my lips off exploring previously unvisited territory; letting my hands gently touch and caress your lovely soft skin; letting my eyes drink in your involuntary gasps and helpless struggles. I'm in heaven, and you can practically feel my delight radiating from me.

After a time the birds are again startled as you thrash and moan through another orgasm.

The third time I'm not so nice; I've learned a bit more about your body, and each time I build you up I stop short, leaving you desperate and frustrated. You whimper and plead with me, but I ignore your words and continue bedeviling your body. I set every nerve ending afire with desire, until you're thrashing almost continuously against the ropes. After a time you finally overcome your inhibitions and start loudly announcing what you want. As my attentions continue you talk louder and louder.

Finally when you've been begging at the top of your lungs for long enough I relent, and give you what you want; together we fill the clearing again and again with yet another kind of happy sound....