“Boah, Laura, the view is absolutely insane,” her best friend wrote back under the photo Laura had just sent. She’d been on a hiking trip in the mountains for two days. It was the first time she’d gone out completely alone and with more than one overnight stay, but she’d just wanted to get away from everyday life and switch off. “Yeah, but do you see those dark clouds further back? A storm’s moving in. I already checked—I should reach a shelter hut soon. Hopefully it’ll pass quickly. No desire to get stuck out here in the mountains!”
Actually she was traveling from hut to hut, and most of her luggage was being transported for her. She only carried the essentials for the day in her daypack. If she got stuck here overnight, it would be uncomfortable.
“Please take good care of yourself!” her friend wrote. Laura put her phone away and walked on briskly. You didn’t mess around with thunderstorms in the mountains. When she reached the shelter hut, she took a selfie in front of the small wooden cabin and sent it to her friend. “Safe for now!” She looked at the picture: a few strands of hair hung over her forehead, her brown hair was braided into a plait that rested over her shoulder, her cleavage glistened with sweat. Only a small hint of her breasts was visible; the rest was hidden under the tight sports top. Then the first fat raindrops fell and left dark spots on her clothes. She quickly turned around and opened the door.
She flinched when she realized someone was already inside the hut. She hadn’t seen a single soul all day and hadn’t expected that to change. Sure, it was high season, but…
“Hey!” the other guest pulled her out of her thoughts. “I didn’t expect anyone else to show up, so I already made myself at home. I’ll make some space for you right away,” said the man who had been sitting at the table and, until she arrived, had apparently been reading a book. He stood up, pushed a few things aside, then came over and held out his hand. “Stefan,” he said. She returned the handshake and introduced herself. Then she looked down and saw that he was only wearing underwear. She recoiled. “Oh, sorry. I only have a few clothes with me and thought this was a good chance to let today’s stuff dry and air out. I’ll put something on right away!” He blushed slightly. “It’s fine. I was just a bit surprised. Do whatever makes you comfortable.” She smiled and looked him up and down.
He was very slim—not emaciated, but with the classic runner’s build. His hair was a bit longer and slightly tousled. Most noticeable, though, was the bulge his only piece of clothing covered. He didn’t look hard, but if it looked like that when it was soft, it had to be huge when it got hard.
“There’s just a guy sitting in his underwear in the shelter hut! 🫣” she wrote to her friend. “Is he at least hot? Let’s hope he’s not a serial killer!” came the reply. “Well, he’s got a murder cock at least 😳” She hit send, but the message didn’t go through. The storm was apparently interfering with reception.
Her clothes were sticking to her and slightly damp. She looked back at Stefan, who was reading his book again. “Would it bother you if I also… dried my clothes?” she asked. “Nah, do whatever makes you comfortable.” He didn’t even look up from his book. She wasn’t even sure if he’d really listened. She pulled her top off first. Underneath she wore a tight sports bra that she sometimes wore as a top at the gym too. She thought her breasts looked nice in it, and she’d gotten plenty of looks at the gym. When she pulled down her short leggings, she realized what she was wearing underneath.
That morning she’d quickly rummaged through her backpack and grabbed the black thong. She’d thought she’d be back in a guest room by evening and hadn’t thought much about her underwear choice. She’d already pulled her leggings down a bit and her ass cheeks were peeking out. “How stupid would it look if I put them back on now?” she thought, and pulled the leggings all the way off. The tiny piece of fabric covered her only a little. It disappeared between her ass cheeks, and in front it barely reached her groin, so part of her stubbly pubic mound was visible. The silhouette of her slit was visible because the fabric pressed tightly against her.
She grabbed her backpack and went over to the table. She sat down quickly opposite Stefan before he could see anything. She might as well have been naked; it wouldn’t have shown much more. “And do you often lurk for women in shelter huts?” Laura joked. Stefan put his book on the table and looked at her. She felt his gaze linger on her breasts for a long moment. Then he put one leg up on the bench. “Caught me. I’ve been waiting for weeks for a hot woman to visit me here while I’m running around in my underwear,” he replied with a laugh. They made small talk for a while and got along well. At some point Laura asked, “Where are we actually going to sleep tonight?” Stefan pointed to the ladder behind her. “You can sleep up there. The bench is fine for me!” Laura hadn’t even noticed the ladder before. She stood up and quickly climbed the rungs so she could see the small sleeping area under the roof. There was a thin sleeping mat there to soften the wooden boards a bit.
She’d gotten up and climbed so quickly that she hadn’t thought about what she was wearing. While she stood on the ladder, Stefan saw her nearly naked ass, and between her legs her pussy was pressing out. The tiny scrap of fabric had completely slipped between her labia and covered nothing anymore. When she realized it, she climbed back down slowly, pretending nothing had happened. When she sat down again, her cheeks were red. She saw that Stefan’s face was also slightly flushed. “If it helps, it was a nice view,” he joked, very poorly acted. She wanted to hide and bent over her backpack, pretending to look for something. She looked under the table and saw Stefan’s underwear on the other side, which was now bulging significantly more than before. She sat up and her cheeks were burning.
“It’s nothing. I’ve seen naked women before, just like you’ve probably seen naked men!” He stood up. “So, even!” he said and pulled his underwear down. His penis was big. It twitched and grew bigger and harder with every pulse. “Fuck!” slipped out of her. “Shit, that was too much and I didn’t ask—” “No, I meant, sorry, but that thing is huge!” She stared at the still-growing cock. “Uh, thanks!” Stefan stammered, not knowing what to do now. He started to pull his underwear back up. “Stop,” Laura said. “Now that it’s already out, I’d also like to know how big it really is.” She fixed her gaze on the still-pulsating penis. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll show you my tits if you jerk it for me!” She gripped the band of her bra and indicated a slow pull-up. Stefan nodded hesitantly and grabbed his penis with his hand. Slowly he began to rub. Laura pulled the bra slowly over her breasts. They stretched out in front of her as the tight, firm fabric left them. Her nipples were hard and pointed from her large breasts toward Stefan, whose gaze was now firmly fixed on Laura’s tits.
His penis got harder and harder and soon stood rock-hard in front of his body. He kept rubbing. “Easily 20 cm,” she thought, watching Stefan still rubbing himself. Her hand lay between her legs and she felt it getting warm. Almost unconsciously she let a finger glide over her slit. Immediately her finger was wet. She’d never watched a man pleasure himself before, but it was turning her on. Then she saw his muscles start to tense. Any moment he would come. She hadn’t expected him to finish, but in the next moment he groaned and long white streaks spread across the tabletop in front of her. He’d stopped rubbing and just held his cock tightly while it pulsed and distributed his cum on the table. Immediately Stefan’s penis lost tension and slowly sagged downward.
“Sorry, but it just came over me. That wasn’t my intention, honestly!” He sat down and turned bright red. Laura stood up, let her thong fall to the floor, climbed over the bench, and sat on the table in front of him with her legs open. She felt his cum on her ass. The whole table was covered in it. He sat between her legs. Her hand stroked over her stubbly pubic mound and slid to her clit. She rubbed it with her fingers. “Even?” she said, slightly moaning, while she rubbed and watched him looking at her slit. She felt her juices making her wetter and wetter. Quickly her whole hand was wet. Then she let her middle and ring fingers slide deeper and pushed them inside herself. With light pressure her fingers massaged her. She moaned. “I hope you like watching me as much as I liked watching you.” She leaned further back and pushed her wet slit even closer to him. She was almost lying on the table but wanted to see him, wanted to see how he looked at her pussy. She saw how much he wanted to join in right now. For a moment she imagined that it wasn’t her fingers fucking her, but his big cock hammering into her again and again. She moaned loudly. She felt her juices running out of her slit. Her lower body hardened and she felt her fingers being squeezed tighter and tighter. Then a loud moan escaped her and her whole body tensed. She had come, but she wanted more.
Laura breathed heavily and looked at Stefan. How had this happened so fast? She’d only just met him and now she was sitting spread-legged in front of him and her juices were mixing with the big white stains of his cum on the table. His face said he must be thinking something similar. She looked down at him. His penis was hard again. The show had apparently pleased him. She wanted to slide from the table onto his lap, but he held her. Slowly he stood up and pushed her back onto the tabletop. She felt his glans brush her slit.
“You want my cock in you?” Stefan asked. His hand held his penis and rubbed it over her pussy. “Yes,” Laura said. The light touch already made her juices drip out of her pussy again. “Then you’ll probably have to earn it!” He let his glans slide a little bit into her to give her a taste. She moaned. “Earn it how? What am I supposed to do?”
Stefan walked around the table and stood in the room. “For starters you could come over here, kneel down, and show me what your mouth can do.” He grinned. Laura climbed off the table and went to him. She knelt down. His cock was right in front of her face. The foreskin was slightly open. It looked even bigger. She enclosed it with one hand and slowly rubbed it. She looked up at him. She wanted to make sure he was looking into her eyes. Slowly she opened her mouth and let him slide into her. She played with her tongue on his glans and sucked him in again and again. Then she felt his hand on the back of her head and light pressure. He pressed his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She felt it filling her whole mouth and then she felt him in her throat. He pulled his penis back out and she breathed heavily.
“You’ve never had such a big cock before, have you?” She shook her head. Saliva ran out of her mouth and her eyes watered. “Can you do it now without my help?” She took him back into her mouth. With light pressure she managed to take him all the way in. She felt him in her throat again and let him slide in and out a few times. She felt that he liked it. His pelvis tensed and his cock twitched again and again. She pushed his cock upward and sucked on his balls while rubbing his rock-hard penis with her other hand. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. “Are you finally going to fuck me?” she asked, maintaining eye contact and holding his cock firmly in her hand. He grinned. “What are you willing to do for it?” She was very aroused and without thinking said, “Anything!” “Really anything?” She wasn’t sure what he might mean, but she nodded anyway.
“How about you piss from the ladder?” She looked at him, irritated. “I can’t just… here…” “You said you’d do anything. Climb up, stick your ass out, and piss down!” It wasn’t about sex for him. It was just about seeing how she’d react. She stood up, went to the ladder, and climbed a few rungs, making sure her ass was well presented. “Like this or higher?” He was amazed that she seemed willing to really do anything. “Looks very good,” he said, grinning, and looked at her plump ass and her glistening slit between her legs. She pulled it apart a bit with her fingers, and then first a light dripping came, then a strong stream bubbled out of her slit. It made a small arc, splashed onto the ladder, and left a puddle on the floor. It lasted longer than he’d thought, and it turned him on. When the stream slowly weakened, the rest ran down her legs. She slowly came down from the stairs and stood close to him. She already felt his glans at the spot where her thighs met her slit. She pressed herself tighter against him and he slipped between her legs. She felt her pussy slide over his cock. She tensed her muscles and held him.
“Did you like the show?” She moved her pelvis back and forth. “Do you feel how wet it is down there now?” she breathed into his ear. “Don’t you finally want to stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me properly?” He breathed heavily. She almost had him where she wanted him. His penis was already almost inside her. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. With a light moan she whispered, “Come on, big boy, stick it in and fuck me.” He grabbed her hips and began to intensify her movements. Now he was where she wanted him. He wanted to shoot his next load, but she wouldn’t allow that. She pushed herself away from him. His glistening penis slipped out from between her legs and twitched a few times. “Just in time,” she thought and grinned at him. “You didn’t want to come without having fucked me, did you? Then I guess I’m making the rules now!” She grabbed his penis and squeezed her hand tightly. “You should have fucked me. Now we’ll see what you’re willing to do to stick your cock in my pussy!”
“Lie down on the table!” she said in a strict tone. He didn’t argue and did it immediately. “It’s served,” she thought, grinning, as he lay there with his hard penis standing upright. Then she swung herself over him and sat with her wet pussy on his face so she could see his penis. “Lick me!” she said and pressed herself onto his face. She felt his tongue glide through her wet slit. Immediately it tingled in her again. She began to rub over him. Her juices spread across his face. He sucked her clit more and more intensely into his mouth, then she rubbed over his face again. His penis twitched with arousal. She took it in her hand and leaned forward. She rubbed him faster and faster. She saw the foreskin slide over his red-glowing glans. She felt him getting firmer. Slow, pulsing twitches ran through him. She pulled her hand away. He wouldn’t be allowed to come yet.
Again and again she rubbed him until his cock twitched hard. Then she watched as he almost spurted and his whole body almost disappointedly went limp, only his cock stayed hard. She didn’t really feel what he was doing anymore, so fascinated was she by the tension in his cock. “Do you want me to finish it? Do you want me to make it spurt?” She slid off his face, sat on his stomach, slid against his penis, and pressed it between her labia. “Or do you want to fuck my pussy, this tight wet hole that’s just waiting for your magnificent cock?” She pressed her thighs together and let his penis stick between her legs while she slowly raised and lowered herself. Then she turned onto her stomach and looked into his eyes. His cock touched her ass. She kissed him and tasted her own juices. He smelled of her pussy and that made her even hornier. “Or do you want to fuck me in the ass? I don’t even know if your cock would fit in there at all.” She grinned at him. “I can of course also just suck it until it sprays in my mouth or on my tits.” She shrugged.
He could barely think clearly anymore. His penis felt like it would explode at the slightest breeze. She rubbed her warm, wet pussy against his hard cock again and again. Then she stood up without warning. She took a few steps away from the table and looked at him. Everything between her legs glistened. He just wanted to fuck her, take her and push his cock deep into one of her holes.
Then there was a loud noise and both of them looked toward the door…