A Hike (Madison POV)

Why did you sign up for the Cape Brink hike? The sun beating down high above. You stop for yet another break, leaning against a tree, enjoying the shade, and taking a long drink of water. You thought it would be nice to get some fresh air, you used to love hiking when you were still a trainer. Well, you still technically were a trainer as Blue was kind enough to point out. The first couple weeks on the ship were great, but the constant motion has got to you. You’ve been seasick for a while now. When you stopped at the first island, you thought the solid ground would help, but the short day trips haven’t been enough to alleviate your symptoms.

The hike up the cape seemed like a good idea, that maybe you could sweat it out. Now you’re half way up the mountain, the other hikers have long passed you up. For at least the dozenth time, you look back the way you came. You can just turn around and return to town, the trip downhill would be so much easier. You close your eyes and lean against the tree. You can’t give up, Amber wouldn’t.

“You need some help?” You open your eyes, a man standing over you. He holds out his tanned hand. You smile back up at him, taking his hand. He helps you up, brushing your hair behind your ear. “The name’s Paul, and I assume yours is nothing shy of pure beauty,” he kisses your hand still in his.

“Madison,” you basically giggle like a little girl. His smile shines a brilliant white against his sun tanned skin.

“Well, Madison,” goosebumps cover your skin when he says your name, “you going up or down?”

“Up,” you say trying to remain calm, already feeling a heat growing in your loins.

“Perfect! We should just make it for the sunset,” he says with an amazing smile, offering you his arm before restarting the hike. The rest of the hike isn’t any easier, but with the silver fox at your side you just don’t care.

You laugh and smile at his jokes, swooning every time he utters your name. Paul tells you about his children, you tell him all about Amber. His kids moved out a few years ago, and he made the move to Two Island. You couldn’t imagine just leaving everything behind.

“Ah, here we are,” he takes in a deep breath. The scenery is truly breathtaking, the sun reflecting off the ocean, the sky turning a gorgeous orange.

“Wow, it’s beautiful up here,” you say looking over the cliffs.

Paul takes your hands, looking deep into your eyes, “Oh, my dear, wherever you are it’s always beautiful.” You lose all control, pulling the handsome man’s face against your own. The passion you two share consumes you, taking charge of everything around you. The sun finishes its trip to beneath the horizon, the others on the cape clearing out. Leaving you and Paul alone overlooking the ocean, the stars twinkling in the sky.

It’s not long after you’re alone, that you’ve pulled him atop you. It’s been so long since you’ve felt this way. You’ve been trapped in Pallet Town for so long. The only men being the pervy professor and his awkward assistants. No, the last time you felt this way, completely enthralled by a man, would’ve been with Amber’s father.

Paul’s hands slip under your clothes, his touch electric against your skin, taking in every inch. You had spent the last decade watching your body age in the mirror, but his attention makes you feel young again. As if those extra pounds or sagging body parts were just a bad dream. You gasp into the night air as Paul’s manly touch slides across your pussy. You shiver as his other hand teases your nipples, the excitement making them feel more sensitive than you remember.

Your first orgasm of the night comes upon you quickly. Your whole body feels as if it could explode out of your skin, your sex burning with desire hungrily devouring his fingers. His mouth meets with yours, muffling your moans. As your senses calm, you move to remove his shirt. You push against him, taking charge to climb atop him. You remove your own top, unafraid of your aging body. Your tits shining in the moonlight, Paul leans up taking the sensitive nubs into his mouth.

Your fingers quickly turn to his belt but you pause before removing his pants. “Do you have a condom?” you ask afraid that he might not. Would you risk pregnancy for this sexy older man? Or just use the other hole? The moment before his answer seems to last an eternity.

“Of course, my beauty. I’m far too old to be a new dad again,” he says reaching into his pocket. A string of condoms hanging from between his fingers. You quickly finish undoing his pants, kissing him again. You’re flipped onto your back, Paul starts pulling your pants down your legs. He starts ripping open the condom, you look down seeing his hard cock resting against your crotch. Your heart races as he rolls the rubber over his shaft.

He rubs his dick along your slit, sending shivers up your spine. You moan out as he pushes past your entrance, filling you with pleasure, filling you with cock. He thrusts into you, his lips kissing along your neck. His hands send ripples through you as they squeeze at your sensitive breasts. You clutch at him, running your hands along his back. You feel alive as he brings you to another orgasm, your body craving more of him pulling him in deeper and deeper. He holds you close as he grunts, the warmth shooting from his throbbing member caught within the confines of the condom.

The two of you lay there for a while, the used condom tucked away for disposal. You get redressed, watching the moonlight shine against Paul’s nude form as he pulls on his own clothes. You hug onto his arm as he walks you back down the trail. The ramp to the cruise ship has been pulled up by the time you reach town. You missed curfew, you probably would’ve made it if you didn’t stop for the second and third rounds of screwing. “Ah, my beauty will just have to spend the night with me,” he says brushing your hair from your face.

You can feel the heat rising within you, you’re surely blushing like a schoolgirl. Paul guides you back towards town, and into his house.