A trailside encounter: Exposed on the ridge

So last week I went on a hike on my own, because I am trying to do that more often: just me, my AirPods, and the trail, without anyone else's energy for a few hours. It is like therapy, but free and with better scenery.

I wore this little white summer dress because it was warm and I wanted to feel cute, even if nobody was supposed to see me. And yes, I admit, I was not wearing any panties. Honestly, I never wear panties under summer dresses, because that defeats the whole purpose. The breeze on bare skin is literally the best feeling, and if you have not tried it, you are missing out.

Anyway, I was about two miles into this trail that runs through the trees along a ridge, and I stopped at this scenic overlook to take a picture. There was a guy already standing there. Tall, dark hair, great arms, total trail runner type. He had a water bottle and was stretching his calves, and when I walked up, he looked up, smiled, and said, "Hi." I answered, "Hi," and set my phone on a small stone wall to take a selfie. Right at that exact moment, the wind picked up and caught the hem of my dress, blowing it straight up. I mean, it lifted it completely. I grabbed for it, but not fast enough, because he definitely saw everything. There was no ambiguity about what had just happened.

I flushed immediately, pulled my dress back down, and said, "Oh my god, I am so sorry," and he looked at me for a second with an expression like his brain was rebooting. Then he laughed and said, "Do not apologize, that made my whole hike."

And the way he said it. It was not creepy, it was not gross, just honest and a little stunned. Something about that triggered something in me, because instead of being embarrassed, I just felt a surge of heat between my legs. I looked at him and bit my lip without meaning to.

He noticed. He definitely noticed, because his expression shifted from amused to interested very quickly. He said, "Do you always hike like this?" And I said, "What do you mean?", pretending not to understand. He tilted his head, looked me up and down, and said, "With nothing underneath."

"Sometimes," I said, and I could hear how different my voice sounded already. Lower. A bit breathless. We were standing about four feet away from each other, the trail was empty in both directions, and the trees were dense enough that you could not see this spot from anywhere else on the path.

He stepped closer and I did not step back. He reached out and touched the hem of my dress right at thigh level and said, "Can I see again?" My stomach flipped, in a good way, and I just nodded.

He slowly lifted the front of my dress. Taking his time. Just pulling the material up until I was completely exposed from the waist down, standing there in the sun with a stranger looking at my bare pussy, and I was already wet. Visibly wet. There was no hiding it.

"Fuck," he whispered, and I almost laughed, because honestly, I felt the same way.

I reached out and cupped his cock through his shorts, because I could see how hard he was. He groaned and threw his head back, and I thought, "Okay, this is happening right now, on this trail, in broad daylight, and I am not stopping this for anything."

I pulled his shorts down and his dick was thick and rock hard. I knelt right there on the ground and took him into my mouth as deep as I could. The ground was warm under my knees, my dress was gathered around me, and I looked up at him while swirling my tongue around the head. He grabbed my hair with one hand and let out a sound I am still thinking about.

I took him deep. As deep as I could, gagging a little, saliva running down my chin, his grip tightening in my hair every time I pushed further. I could hear the birds, the wind in the trees, his heavy breathing, and the wet sounds of my mouth on his dick. It was so filthy and exciting to be on my knees outside, in the open air where anyone could have walked past us.

He started thrusting his dick into my mouth, holding my head still, and I let him use me. I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked what I could not fit, and he was leaking so much that, mixed with my saliva, it dripped down my wrist. I groaned around his shaft because the taste and the feeling of him in my throat made me pulse, and I squeezed my thighs together trying to get some friction.

"I am going to cum," he said, his voice completely wrecked. I pulled back just enough to feel the tip on my tongue and stroked him fast. He groaned so loudly that if anyone was within a mile they would have heard him. The first blast hit my tongue, the second splashed across my cheek, then across my forehead and nose, and he kept cumming. Thick jets all over my face, on my chin, dripping onto my chest. I kept my eyes closed and my mouth open and let him cover me, and at the end I felt it running down my neck into the cleavage of my dress.

I looked up at him with his cum all over my face and smiled, and he looked absolutely destroyed. Like he could not believe what had just happened. He said, "Fuck," and I said, "Yeah," licking my lips clean to taste his seed. He watched me do it with his mouth open.

He reached for his bag like he wanted to get something for me to wipe my face with, and I said, "No." He looked confused, and I said, "I am going to finish my hike like this."

His eyes widened and he said, "You are kidding." I stood up, let my dress fall back down, and said, "I am not kidding." I could feel his cum starting to dry on my skin and turn sticky, but I did not care. There was something empowering about it. Like wearing proof.

I waved at him, turned around, and headed back down the trail.

I passed two women with a golden retriever within the first five minutes. One of them definitely looked at my face, then quickly averted her eyes, and I kept walking with my heart pounding. I had cum on my cheek, on my forehead, on my chin. Some had dried, and some was still wet and shiny.

Then I passed an older couple who smiled and said, "Good morning." The woman's eyes drifted to my face, her smile faded for a second, and she looked at her husband, but he had not noticed anything. They kept walking, and I could barely keep myself from laughing out loud.

A group of about four college aged guys came from the opposite direction. One of them did such an obvious double take that his friend elbowed him. I smiled sweetly and said, "Beautiful day, isn't it?" and kept walking. Then I heard one of them whisper, "Bro, was that..." before I walked out of earshot.

It felt like every single person I passed saw it. The dried streaks, the shine, the messy look of a girl who clearly had something on her face that was not supposed to be there. And I just kept walking. Swinging my arms, hair blowing, no panties, cum drying in the sun. I was practically vibrating by the time I got back to my car. My face felt tight from the dried cum, and I looked in the rearview mirror; I looked like a complete mess. Smudged mascara, swollen lips, white streaks on my skin. I looked like an absolute slut who loves cum and dick.

I sat in the driver's seat for a minute, looking at myself in the mirror. Just thinking about what I had just done got my pussy so wet that I touched myself right there in the driver's seat of my car before finally cleaning my face with a wet wipe from the glovebox. My orgasm was fast and intense, probably because having all those people see me with cum all over my face served as the ultimate foreplay.

I did not even catch his name, but honestly, I hope I run into him again sometime.