Hiking

Min Li felt completely alone, and she was. She was 23 kilometers from the motel in the direction of Mexico. In front of her was nothing but the low scrubby hills southern New Mexico in front of her, and, theoretically, a trail for her to follow. She closed her eyes and took a long breath of the dry air. The sun was hot on her face, breeze brought no relief. Li sighed happily. She turned back to her rental car, grabbed her backpack and bedroll from the truck, and started her hike. She’d no idea what Eric’s idea of a good time was, but it almost definitely wasn’t what she wanted for her weekend.

Not that they asked.

Not that she asked them either. Her experiences in space already had made her acutely aware that she wouldn’t get time alone once the doors of Greenland based closed. Even if a Martian colony was big, spacious, and eventually colonized with more people, it’d be a long, long time before Li felt like she’d be 23 kilometers from another human.

Li, 30, was 5’ and slender, with short black hair. She sighed happily as she walked, feeling the sun on her skin. She’d planned this feeling, when would she next be able to feel the sun, or the wind she wondered to herself. Ever?

Space is cold she thought, feeling ridiculous for thinking it, true as it was. She knew she was right though; soon she’d be in Greenland, a place not famous for its hospitable climate, and then Mars, where she’d never stand outside without a suit. Not unless the terraforming went much faster than she expected it to anyway. Even the habitat would be cold; power and heat will be at a premium up there.

It wasn’t regret or a sense of loss that brought Li to this empty place, but excitement. A buzzard circled slowly above. She wanted to experience Earth before Earth became a distant blue dot in a black sky. And when it was that little dot, she’d be on the adventure of a lifetime.

The dissolution of the Chinese Space Program’s Martian colony project a year earlier had been a body blow for her. Losing that chance, that dream that had existed in her, that four years ago had sent her to orbit, gone in an instant. Or so she’d thought. Her superiors had found it strange, if not dangerous, when she had told them she was approached by a private venture looking for representation from China’s Space Agency.

As she walked along the broken trail, she tried to shake the uneasiness that still came to her when she thought about her recruitment. Tanya Dayton had approached her in coffee shop during one of her visits to Houston. It was strange because Tanya wasn’t at NASA for one, but it was also strange because she already seemed to know Li so well. She knew nobody used her given name, she knew her itinerary, even who she had met with in Houston. She reflected that maybe some people would require that level of research to convince them to come on a dangerous, potentially one-way trip to Mars. The psychological profile they’d need would surely require such research that Dayton probably knew her well before they’d ever met. Li still thought it was off putting. So did her superiors.

They told her if she’s going, even if she’s their representative, she’d have to go as a private citizen. They told her with the Martian project closed, they couldn’t promise her rescue or return. It wasn’t what she’d expected.

I'm paranoid from hanging out with Americans too long, she thought to herself, chuckling inwardly. Why would the Chinese Government have wanted her to be anything but a private citizen? They weren’t interested much in Mars or the company. They’d felt a long time ago that resource extraction 300,000,000 kilometers away didn’t seem plausible or sensible to them.

A little dust devil whirled across the path. She worried a little about snakes, as she had been doing since she planned this, but it was too late to do more than take precautions. Same for encountering other people. Li shook the thoughts away as she walked lightly through the desert. She wanted this; the solitude. Her route was simple enough, 40 kilometers all told, 20 per day. She didn’t want to do more, and fit as she was, she knew she’d be sore enough after this to regret it on Monday. It was all mapped out on her GPS in advance, and her colleagues knew her route and when she was expected back.

The boys back in town were going to get a little rowdy, she thought. They reminded her of her colleagues and friends back in China before her launch, and theirs. Live-for-the-moment partiers off duty who acted like it would be their last days on Earth. For a few of them it was, so she supposed their attitudes were somewhat warranted, and she didn’t begrudge them a good time. Especially Eric. He was professional and disciplined when on duty and the partying would be irrelevant soon enough. She liked Alain; even if he was always so serious. He deserved some time to unwind.

Li shifted her backpack straps uncomfortably. Even not in the full summer heat, she needed to carry a lot of water for this journey, and it weighed heavily on her shoulders. She walked for another two hours, taking small water breaks, but not stopping longer than a few minutes.

Sometime around one, she reached the crest of a ridge she’d been working her way up for the past hour. From here, the view over the open countryside was beautiful. Out here, in spite of being a desert, there was life. So much of it, from the cacti and short trees around her, to the little black ants in a small mound near her. She made a mental note of the ants and stepped past it to find a spot for lunch.

She sat on the ridge, and far a tiny train snaked its way along in the seemingly limitless desert. She groaned as the weight of the of her backpack slid from her shoulders. She felt the cooling wind on her sweaty back. She took out her lunch, nothing more than a protein bar and some electrolyte drink. As she munched on the chocolatey bar, she thought about the last trip to space. Li had wanted to go to space since as long as she remembered, and she thought to achieve that feat would be the culmination of a lifetime of work, even at the age of 26. It was not to be, in spite of everything that happened during those missions, she regretted nothing.

Floating in a small capsule above Earth, she already knew this was not the peak of her professional life; instead it started a burning desire for more. She felt like she was where she belonged in that exact instant. People were shocked when she would admit this, but it was true. She’d explain to them that no, the disaster hadn’t happened yet, she had no idea what would go wrong in the other missions.

Far away in the desert, something shone, a piece of metal perhaps, reflecting the sun.

Besides, she thought, addressing her fiercest critic, the disaster that followed didn’t destroy the Chinese Space Program, others still wanted to go. The first mission, the fire, that was a freak accident. The one that had been happening on the other side of the world while she was looking out of that porthole, it was the stuff of nightmares to be sure. The fact that of her project-mates, her five-person crew was the only one to survive of the three crews was what it was. Li sighed and stood, picked up her backpack, and restarted her hike.

The solitude was divine. She was always a person that valued quiet and alone time, but after the confining experience of eight months in space, she felt more than justified seeking this last time to be alone. The same people, same conversations, their trip had actually gone flawlessly, and it left nothing to do but worry and hear news from the other mission. It was lucky they all got along. Plus there was the sex.

Only one of the crew, a married man, didn’t participate, the other four, two men and two women, had sex constantly, in every combination. They explored the pleasure of zero G in the non-rotating parts of the habitation area, and they explored each other, literally every way they could. The married man said he didn’t mind, as long as he was allowed to watch. She sighed. The memories of that expedition held such joy, and such sadness in her life now, and even though her mid-hike reminiscence made her feel a little hot and bothered, it was still a mixed sensation, panged with sadness.

The midday sun was hot on her skin, and she regretted not bringing a loose, long sleeve shirt instead of the tight singlet she had on. According to her map, she was on track to be done in really good time. She smiled, satisfied with her efforts so far. Her map was crispy, bleached paper. It was perfectly good for what she needed this weekend. She never used GPS if she could avoid it. According to the map, she was nearing the area she was going to camp, but she allowed an extra hour to find a spot. Tomorrow, her route took her to a natural spring that people said ran clear and drinkable.

A small detour from her first plan led her to a small flat area in the next valley over. Even on this quiet trail, alone was the name of the game. She dropped her bag and started to set up her tent. Knowing that her feet would cramp up if she stopped, she worked quickly to get her bed ready.

“There’s no reason to be uncomfortable hiking,” she said to nobody in particular, referring to her container of stew. She would have used her dehydrated food packs but with so little water around, it was better that she didn’t need to. She heated the meal over a small butane stove. A buzzard was circling the area. She assumed he wanted her supper.

The sun started to dip low after supper. The desert exploded with colours from the setting sun and shimmered. She sighed happily. This was where she wanted to be. Li removed her singlet. She wanted to feel the sun on her body before it dropped, and here was the place. She stood, taking a furtive look around as if someone could be there, then she started to disrobe. She reached back and unclasped her bra, and a shiver ran up her spine as the warm wind played on her exposed flesh. She squeezed her breasts slowly, enjoying the sensation of not wearing a bra. They were small, but perky and round, with puffy nipples that tingled as she gently squeezed. She sighed happily, sat on the mat she had laid out on the desert floor and unlaced her boots. She sighed, more loudly this time, when she pushed them off. Laying on her back, she peeled the tight athletic pants she was wearing down and off, bringing her underwear with them. The breeze on her private area made her shiver for a moment. She placed the boots back on her aching feet and tied them loosely.

Li went on a walk around her campsite, enjoying the freedom of nudity. She stood on the ridge above her campsite, gazing at the sunset as it exploded with purples, yellows and oranges. She felt free, freer than she’d felt in a long time. With the sun dipping, she returned to her tent, happy and tired. She tided up, packed up everything that didn’t need to be out, and stepped into her tent, taking her boots and socks off as she did. Her tent was tiny, cramped and narrow. She slid into her light sleeping bag. It was smooth and cool on her skin. She relaxed back, tired, happy and content with her day.

Almost anyway.

When she met Tara Dayton, Li had been attending conferences in Houston Texas about the SpaceY colony program. She had been depressed; going through the motions of the conference representing China, all while knowing she would never represent China on Mars. It had been strange talking to Tara. She was powerful, self confident, commanding. She had showed up at the coffee bar she was at, wearing a smart sport coat and matching skirt. Her long blonde hair hung down her shoulders. The offer she gave her changed her entire world. From that moment on, Min Li was going to Mars. At a follow up meeting, Tara explained the program, her role as pilot of the Mars lander, her role on the colony upon arrival, the journey, and of course, the terraforming. Li was hooked. She was worried by the corporate control over the project, the likely non-support of the program by China, and the fact it was run out of the USA. It made her nervous, but she also knew she’d take the job the second it was offered. She was never going to turn down Mars.

The wind blew gently on the nylon fabric of the tent. She opened the sleeping bag, exposing her body once again to the cool air inside the tent. It was so warm she didn’t need it yet anyway.

Li remembered the third meeting she had with Dayton. It was after the Chinese program managers had approved the plan; it was the final meeting for her to sign up officially with the program. They had dinner together before the signing. Li remembered the dress Tara was wearing. It was red, and low-cut, and revealing. She’d remembered thinking how hot she was at the time. Li had been taken aback; since the mission, she hadn’t really been into women sexually, reconciling that attraction to exploration during a unique time in space. Li remembered how surprised she was at the time to find herself admiring the red material cling to Tara’s tight, athletic rear when she stepped away to answer a call.

She lay in her tent and let her hands slide down her slim body. She remembered how Tara’s hotel room smelled like her perfume when they walked to sign the documents. There were too many for the restaurant and it took around half an hour and hundreds of ‘sign here’ stickers. Li’s hand slid lower, down to her smooth pussy. She traced her index finger softly down the folds of her labia, she felt how wet she already was.

She didn’t remember exactly how they’d started kissing. Li definitely didn’t intend to celebrate her signing by sleeping with her boss, but between the very public stories of the last SpaceY expedition, and her own experiences of her previous mission, she wasn’t too worried about it either. She gently dipped her finger inside her pussy as she thought about Dayton. The way she undressed, slowly, revealing her amazing body. The way her tits swayed above Li when she started kissing her deeply again, this time in the bed.

Her wet fingers found her clit. Soft moans escaped her lips. She worked her clit to the same rhythm she remembered Dayton’s tongue. She knew exactly where to put it, how to please her. She thought about her tongue sliding inside her, and she did the same to herself with her other hand. Her moans got louder in the little tent, a muffled shadow of the screams of ecstasy she let out when Dayton licked her.

“Mmmm Tara, lick me,” she gasped aloud, her fingering approaching a crescendo. It was the memory of looking down to see Dayton's beautiful face between her legs, her bright blue eyes looking right into hers as she sent Li into a massive orgasm.

“Yesyesyes,” she moaned, muffling the cries as the orgasm exploded from inside her. When she slowly opened her eyes, she was back in her little tent, and her wet fingers were where her boss’ beautiful face had been. The tent’s material flapped in the breeze. She sighed and laid back, sated and ready for sleep.

Min Li woke as dawn broke across the desert valley and illuminated her little tent. She slid out of her bedroll and put on boots. The sight of sunrise on the desert thrilled her. She spent what must have been an hour, sitting on the ridge, naked but for her boots, feeling the morning sun warm her skin. That feeling, the warmth from Earth’s perfect yellow star, was what she thought she’d miss the most. In the distance, a train, tiny and snake-like, worked it’s way through the desert far away. She ate her breakfast, some granola, dressed, and packed her things. The hike she started would take her to the spring, then to her final spot for the hike. Tomorrow, she’d finish up and be ready for duty again. She sighed heavily and started to walk. The path was dusty and rocky.

The colours and harsh beauty of the desert, the little lizards she would occasionally see, the silence only broken by the crunch of her boots and the wind. It was the morning when she felt most alone on hikes like this, and there were times when Li wished there was someone to share the hike with. As she walked her mind drifted once again to Tanya. Then, to Alain.

She liked Alain; he was a good-looking guy, professional, not too tall, disciplined. Yet he was so guarded, so untrusting. It was the same for most of the European team members and the Americans were even worse. She could admit to herself that nobody had expressed an interest in hiking with her because she’d made a point of not inviting them, and that was fine. It was the way conversations just stopped when she walked into a room, or the way Alain would get so cagey when talking about is professional career.

“Does he honestly think I care about the secrets of the Dassault Rafale,” she said aloud, giving voice to her frustrations. Tanya Dayton was the only one who was totally open with her, and she hadn’t seen her in a while now, and after their tryst, it had been all professional with her.

Not that she minded. Most of the time, Li preferred men and besides, there was something about Tanya that Li couldn’t place, something that made her uneasy. There was something artificial about her, as if each conversation, and the outcome of them, was planned in advance. They’d spent the night together in Tanya’s hotel room, and Li remembered laying in bed as she slept beside her, thinking about how she must have planned that too.

Li stopped for lunch near a sheer rocky cliff. The view was stunning as always. Something again, twinkled far away in the distance. Probably garbage shining in the sun, she thought, but she thought it was weird all the same. Both days she’d noticed that when hiking, and the feeling of uneasiness came back. Could that be someone else, following her, watching her with a camera perhaps? The company wasn’t following her, were they? She shook her head. That was too far surely. This is America, there’s garbage lying around, and besides, why would they entrust her with their secrets only to tail her into the desert?

Li banished the thoughts and tried to focus on the gorgeous view. The desert always looked so dead to other people but to her, it looked so alive. Each little desert thorn bush and sun basking lizard a reminder that she was in a living, breathing, ecosystem. Different as it was, it reminded her of the Lop Desert of Western China where she did her training. The feelings, of seeing animals and plants adapting on the ragged edge of life fascinated her. Maybe one day Mars would look like this.

Her hike continued. The final leg would take her to the small lake and spring that was her objective. She’d been making good time, and the trail was smooth for once. This area, she recalled, was more popular and as such, it was more likely the trail would be better, and that she would encounter other hikers.

“Trust, but verified,” she said to herself, remembering the Russian proverb. That proverb seemed to apply more suitably to the Americans she worked with. Trusted with their spaceship and their lives, yet unable to have a normal conversation. Trusted to pilot a unique and special craft, but not trusted to know what it’s like to fly ten-year-old jet planes. The hypocrisy annoyed her.

As Li crested a rocky ridge, she saw the spring around a kilometer away. The little pond in the rocks formed by the spring wasn’t much bigger than one of the backyards pools the Americans love so much. Next to the water was a blue tent, and at this distance she could see people moving around it. As she got closer, she realized it was two people, a couple, who were already camping there. When she was around 200 meters from the site, she walked around a bend in the path and saw that they were naked. The man was tall, Black and muscular. The woman was shorter than he, white, with long flowing blonde hair. She was on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing on his cock.

Li stopped in her tracks and backed up a little behind the trees. She couldn’t hear them from this distance, but she could imagine the sounds. The woman was clearly sucking her man with gusto, and his hands were on her head and in her hair as she sucked. He tipped his head back, clearly in pleasure. Then he took out his phone, and she looked up, his cock still clearly in her mouth, for a picture.

Li felt herself getting wet watching them. She felt wrong, like a creep, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. The woman stopped sucking and looked up at the man, stroking his cock. It was too far to see for sure, but Li was sure that he came on the woman’s face. The two seemed finished with their sexual adventures and slid into the water of the pond.

Feeling it was safe to continue, Li continued walking and arrived at the site. As she approached, the sweet smell of cannabis hit her.

“Oh hi there, I didn’t see you there,” she said, feigning surprise, “I hope this isn’t… awkward.”

“Oh my God I’m so sorry, we can put on our stuff, Dev can you,” started the woman to the man beside her, who was quickly stubbed out a joint.

“No please, I, no don’t worry about it. It feels good to be um, natural? Among nature…” said Li, awkwardly.

“Oh it surely does,” drawled the woman, with a Southern accent, “don’t be shy, feel free to join us,” the woman said. Li smiled inwardly as she watched the woman take a wet hand and self consciously wipe her chin a little.

“Thank you, I’m Li,” she said, standing above the couple in the pool. “I will come in after I set up, I hope you don’t mind? She said, feeling awkward.

The couple introduced themselves as Devon and Sandra. Devon was sculpted, lean and muscular, Sandra, his wife, was slightly taller than Li, and thicker than she. The cloudy water, crisp and shimmering in the evening light. Devon was sitting on a rock under the water, Sandra bobbed next to him, her big breasts half out of the water. They both looked to be in their forties.

Li separated herself from them and set up her tent near the stream that fed the pond. As promised, the water ran clear and cold from the little spring. She took her time a bit, trying not to pressure the couple into interrupting their relaxation. At one point, as she unpacked her bedroll, she looked up to see the man exit the water. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he walked over to a bush, nude, to presumably to relieve himself. Devon was indeed, ripped, and he didn’t skip leg day. His legs were corded muscle. She flushed when she realized that Sandra may have noticed her getting an eyeful of her husband. Li made a point to look away when he came back and slid back into the water.

Li felt grimy. She’d been hiking all day and was looking forward to the refreshing water, even if others were there. She stripped off her tank top and pants but left her underwear on.

“I’ve waited a polite amount of time,” she murmured to herself, and headed over to the natural rock pool.

“Hiya there, Li? Did ya’ll say?” said Sandra as she approached, “come on in, don’t by shy. We can get our stuff if would make ya more comfortable.”

“No please, I don’t mind,” she said, sitting down on the rocks at the side of the pool. Taking of her shoes, she slid her legs into the water. It was cool and refreshing, warmed by the sun, but not too much. She braced herself for the shock of the cold and slipped into the water.

“Oh it’s actually quite warm,” she said to the couple.

“It can be pretty cold you come by in December,” said Devon with a laugh.

“I bet, are you two from around here?”

“We live in Albuquerque, but we come down here couple times a year, it’s nice to find somewhere… quiet, ya know,” said Sandra, smiling warmly. “Where are you from Li?”

“Um, Shanghai, actually. China.”

“That’s so interesting hun. What’s brought you to this far corner of America?”

“Oh, um, work actually. I’m a pilot.”

“A pilot you say,” drawled Sandra, “that’s a shame, since we have some nice weed we was going to offer ya.” Li chuckled.

“Sadly, but I don’t mind if you want to. If I didn’t have to fly in a week…” She said, trailing off. She thought about just taking the joint, laughing knowing that the company would never check or fire her if they did.

“Oh, well, in that case,” Sandra stood up and turned as she leaned over to a bag that she had next to the pool. Water ran off her soft tits and down her body. The water wasn’t very deep and before she turned, Li couldn’t help noticing Sandra’s pussy and short blonde pubes. Sandra lit the joint and took a big hit, coughed a little, and handed the joint to her husband, who took a deep inhale. The smell made her a little jealous, but Li was used to being self controlled. The Chinese Space Program would never have tolerated the laxness this private firm had, but why push the limits?

The water was refreshing. She felt cool, totally relaxed, and happy. She was jealous of being naked too. That, though, was something she could do.

“Do you mind if I…” she said, reaching back to the straps of her bra.

“Of course hun,” said Sandra immediately, “get comfortable, we don’t mind.” Li undid her bra, letting it fall off her. She felt the eyes of the married couple on her as she placed her wet bra on the rock next to her. Feeling uncharacteristically shy, he hesitated from going further.

“You’re so pretty Li,” Sandra said softly, seeming to read her thoughts. Li felt herself flush. “Isn’t she hot Devon?”

“Very,” said her husband, putting a big arm around Sandra.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling a tingling warmth spreading through her. She slipped the underwear she was wearing off and discarded it, leaving the water to cover her modesty. The conversation was pleasant. The couple sat close together, in each other’s embrace, and asked her questions about China. They told her about the hiking trail, New Mexico and their last vacation in which they shared a pool similar to this but volcanic.

“And hun, lemmie tell you something,” said Sandra excitedly, “the view was just so beautiful!”

“Not as beautiful as my view,” said Devon with a smirk.

“Yeah, I bet it was… lucky boy,” said Sandra, blushing and smiling. She brought her hand to her face and mimicked giving a blowjob.

“You seem like a _very _lucky guy then Devon…” said Li with a suggestive glance at both of them.

“See? I told you she saw,” exclaimed Sandra to Devon, then she looked over to Li, “not that I mind spectators.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to um, intrude.”

“No really hun, I like, spectators,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm, she does,” said Devon, pulling his wife a little closer. Li noticed Sandra’s arm was slowly moving under the water. Was she giving him a handjob, she wondered. The thought made her feel hot in the cool water.

“It can be very hot, to be um, watched,” said Li. She watched Devon’s hand drifted down to Sandra’s breast, and he started squeezing her slowly, his thumb grazing her nipple. “Or to watch,” Li added.

“Did you enjoy what you saw hun,” purred Sandra, now more obviously rubbing her husband’s cock. Li nodded. Sandra broke from her man’s embrace and bobbed over to Li and sat beside her. Her she placed gently on Li’s neck, then softly pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues intertwined. Li reached to Sandra, wrapping her arm around her waist. Sandra’s hand found Li’s t chest under the water, and she gently massaged her left breast as they kissed. Li’s hand lowered and she grasped Sandra’s plump ass and pulled into the kiss. Sandra broke the kiss and turned so that they were both facing Devon.

“You're so pretty Li,” she whispered, before kissing her again. Li became aware of the smell of Devon’s load on her cheek.

“Mhmmm,” she purred, pulling Sandra into another kiss, her hand now exploring Sandra’s soft breasts. Her nipples were hard, and when she tweaked them as Devon did, Sandra let out tiny sighs. Devon stood. His cock, big, dark, and thick, bounced at the women’s eye level as he stood. He walked slowly over to them, standing above them. Sandra broke away from the kiss and engulfed her husband’s cock. Li reached lower, finding Sandra’s clit and gently rubbing her, causing her to moan around the cock in her mouth.

“Oh you know just how to touch me Li,” she gasped, sliding her husband's cock out of her mouth, a string of pre-cum hanging from her lip. She started softly jerking him, while looking at Li. “Do you want him?”

Li responded by taking Devon in her hands and then slowly, she took his length into her mouth. He was big, and she soon had to keep from gagging on the hot flesh in her mouth. He grunted with pleasure. Li watched from the corner of her eye, as Sandra stood up and started to kiss him. Then she sat on the side of the pool her legs wide open and started playing with herself.

“Do you want to fuck him Li,” she moaned, sliding a finger into herself.

Li slid his length out of her mouth. Saliva and pre-cum ran down her chin. Devon shoved his cock roughly into Sandra’s mouth and started fucking her face. Li responded by standing, and turning around, bending over the side of the pool, her legs spread, and she started touching herself. Sandra gagged, and with saliva running down her face, pulled off his cock with a wet slurp. Li felt his big, strong hands grab her thin waist. Then his cock, slid up and down her wet pussy before he slid into her. She cried out as he did, in pleasure, but also still adapting to his thickness in her.

“Fuck her lil’ pussy baby,” cooed Sandra, plunging her fingers in and out of herself. “Give it to her, ooooh.”

“Oooooh, fuuuuck, ahahhh,” Li moaned as gripped onto the rocks, Devon slamming his thick cock inside her. His body making a hot clapping sound on her ass, and his balls bouncing against her clit. She started to cum, gripping him inside her and crying out in ecstasy.

“Let me taste her,” said Sandra, and he slid his cock, now glistening with her cum, out of Li and let Sandra take him in her mouth.

“You taste soooo good on my husband’s cock,” she moaned, rubbing her clit as she sucked. Li stood, watching her sloppily suck him. She watched it disappear into her mouth as Devon groaned loudly, thrusting into her, holding her head on his cock.

“You want (slurp) more hun,” she asked Li, making eye contact with her while she tongued his cock. Li’s slid her index finger slowly into her pussy, and she moaned by way of answering. When Devon pulled his cock out of Sandra’s mouth, Li took his shoulders and guided him to the side of the pool, making him sit. Li threw her leg over and sat in his lap, guiding his cock into herself as she slid down. She rode him slowly, working his whole length all the way inside her, then slowly lifting him most of the way out, before slamming back down. He laid back, his strong hands grabbed her hips, and she started to rhythmically ride him. Sandra leaned over her and kissed her, then started to suck Li’s tits while she rode her husband.

“Oh god oh god,” Li cried out, a second orgasm exploding from within her.

“Fill meeee, fuck cum in me cum in me,” she cried out, her spasming pussy gripping the cock that was now swelling inside her. Next to them, Sandra laid beside him, two fingers from one hand in her pussy, and one from the other rimming her asshole.

“Gaagh! I’m gonna fuckin cum,” groaned Devon. Li rode harder, still orgasming, she slammed her pussy down on his cock again and again, feeling him spasm and fill her. Next to them, Sandra cried out and came as she watched, her fingers deep inside herself. Li slowed to a stop on top of Devon, who was still gasping. Sandra, also gasping with pleasure still leaned over Devon so that when Li slid off his cock, it slid out of her and into Sandra’s mouth, along with a big glob of his cum, making Devon gasp. She made sure he saw her swallow it, then her tongue then went up to Li’s pussy, and she took a long lick from her asshole to her clit.

“Sit on my face baby,” she purred, laying back. Li rose and stood over Sandra for a moment, enjoying the view of her playing with herself, before lowering herself to her eager face. When she spread her legs above Sandra’s lips, a long ribbon of Devon’s cum dribbled out and Sandra greedily lapped it up, before starting gently on Li’s ass. Li moaned, gyrating her hips as Sandra’s tongue started exploring her pussy. She moaned loudly when Sandra slid her tongue inside her, fucking her pussy with her tongue. She felt fingers push inside her when Sandra started licking her clit. The finger on her G-spot pushed her violently over the edge into another breathtaking orgasm. She rode the eagerly lapping tongue, crying out with pleasure.

When Li was barely able to keep herself upright, and collapsed on the rocks next to Sandra, admiring her cum soaked face. Devon’s load and Li’s cum shone in the pre-dusk light, and Sandra eagerly wiped herself up with her fingers, licking them clean each time.

“The views here _are _incredible,” croaked Devon happily, making the two women laugh. The party soon broke up, and, with the light fading, they went to bed in their separate tents. Li’s body still buzzed with sexual bliss when she laid down in her bedroll to sleep. The exhaustion she felt from two days of hiking were catching up to her, and she was soon asleep.

The next morning, Li rose early, enjoyed the sunrise over breakfast, and packed her things. Sandra and Devon were still sleeping when Li started her hike. She was fine with that; she didn’t want the awkwardness or to feel like they should meet up again. Knowing that she would never see them again, she preferred to exit quietly. The way she had planned her hike, she knew that this day would be the easiest. She was back at the rental car by 1300, and back to the motel by 1400.

Eric Alain was there to greet her. He looked like shit, she thought. His eyes were sunken, with bags under them. He moved slowly, as if his head might fall off if he moved any faster.

“How was your hike, Li?”

“It was lovely, some wonderful views, very relaxing. How was… here?”

Alain smiled.

“We had… a good time. One I must still recover from.”

Li laughed. She had a pretty good idea what his weekend looked like, but that was his buisness. She headed to her room and had a long hot shower. Tomorrow the flight training began in earnest, so she spent the rest of the day studying. The hike had been wild and freeing, now it was time to work.