Keep following her - at a distance

While John thought about how to approach her and if he even wanted to do so, he almost missed it when she started off again.

Mesmerized by the rhythmic swaying of her wide hips, John kept following her. Always at a distance.

He watched as she walked downhill. He watched as she walked uphill. At a particularly steep part of the trail, he could even see her climbing up, almost on all fours. Her big ass being stretched left and right, up and down and jiggling quite a bit was even more breathtaking than the mountain scenery.

It was at that point, that John decided her outfit was quite the sensible choice. A moment later, he too was only wearing his shoes.

He barely noticed when he started, but some time later he was walking after her, staring at her perfect plump ass and stroking his dick.

When the lonely hiker girl came upon a little lake, she sat down on a rock, took off her shoes and dangled her feet in the water. John was hiding behind a line of bushes, still stroking himself.

He now had a proper view at her breasts for the first time. As she whistled some tune to herself, he got a good dose of side boob. A nice sight, but nothing compared to her ass. Even now, the way it was being pressed flat on the rock...

He stroked himself more vigorously now. A part of him wondered why he did not jump out on her right now to do all the things he was merely fantasizing about at the moment. But the main part of his attention was on ogling her great ass and touching himself.

John watched in amazement as she got up from the rock and squatted in the shallow water. It only went up to her ankles, but with the subtle waves and her ass squatting down low the water ever so slightly brushed up on the amazing pear shape her ass made in that deep squat.

She reached down and scooped up a few handfuls of water to drink. John watched a few droplets of water sparkling in the sun as they slowly ran down her body and fell back into the lake from the tips of her nipples.

John felt as if he was in a strange mix between porn intro and nature documentary. His urge to follow his natural mating instincts, to put it in documentary terms, became stronger and stronger. Just as he considered to screw his initial intention to just observe her, she got back up and continued her hike.

John lost sight of her for a moment when she disappeared around a clump of bushes. He looked around, but he could not see her. He did see, however, that he had completed a round on the trail somehow. He could see the parking lot where Jenny had dropped him off.

There he was, at the end of his 'quiet and solitary' hike. Hard as a rock and more horny than in quite some time. The only question was, should he keep following the hiker girl and make that ass he had watched for so long so some serious shaking,or should he just run back to the car and relieve his pent up sexual tension in either or all of Jenny's ever willing fuckholes?