Alexis, a Young Woman Hiking

It was a warm, quiet Tuesday afternoon in May when it happened. I was hiking during my usual time: Tuesdays or Thursdays, in the afternoon when it was quiet and few people were around to disrupt the tranquility that nature provides. I had just made it to the mid-point of a "Challenging" (as my app put it) hike, and my reward was a more secluded view of the defunct dam, which now served to be little more than a waterfall.

I'd been hiking as a hobby for five years and I had only ever once come across a person that made me feel uncomfortable. So it wasn't very alarming when I found myself with a man, alone, dressed in hiking gear, enjoying the same secluded view I'd just earned. Chances are he was just like me: hiking on the off-hours when work would allow. That was not to be the case, however, as he called out to me.

"Lookin' good!" He grinned as I walked up the incline. Okay. That was creepy right off the bat.

I smiled politely and did my best to ignore him.

"Come on over here." He beckoned. I blinked rapidly and thought, why am I judging this guy? Maybe he was just being nice and wasn't aware of how creepy he sounded. I joined him by his side.

"Hi," I offered a meek greeting. I looked him over. He was a little taller than me and built more than I'd realized. His sharp jaw line drew my attention to his face and his attractive hairline.

"Yeah, yeah. Real good." He spoke like a movie director. "Show me your tits." He abruptly commanded.

My eyes went wide as I, taken aback, sputtered out an incomprehensible sentence. I wanted to vulgarly dismiss him, but found my thoughts tending to how I could just barely show him my tits, to complete his command... so I lifted my tank top, somewhat exposing the flesh of my D34's in a sports bra. That is technically showing him my tits, as he put it. Right. I awkwardly stood there with my tank top raised.

"Come on, lady. The bra too." I gulped. I looked around nervously and with one simple motion, reached for the fabric under my breasts and freed them from aforementioned sports bra. I broke eye contact with him as he grinned and gawked at them, and I tried to imagine why I was deciding to do this. I quickly reasoned that it felt really good to have the girls out. They get so hot in the sports bra. Yes, that's right. This was something I'd do, I didn't mind my breasts being exposed if they just needed some air. Of course I would still try to not do this around anyone who hasn't asked... which made sense.

"Yeah those are good, very good. Alright. Now turn around and let me see that ass I'm working with." My heart started to race and I whimpered as I did as I was told. I didn't like the sound of this... what did he mean by "working with"? He seemed plenty fine with appreciating my thonged ass and didn't ask me to pull it down. I rationalized again: it was the same as my breasts, I'd just needed to air out a bit. Might as well let some guy enjoy being mooned as I do it.

He kept me staying like that for a bit. I think he was rubbing himself through his pants... ugh. My freed breasts hung out in front of me and I was scanning the area constantly for any new hikers that might see me. I just wanted to leave, it didn't matter how hot or cool I was.

"Alright, turn back around." He commanded. I did so, leaving my ass exposed to the gentle Spring breeze. He looked me over and clapped his hands together definitively.

"You," He spoke pointedly. "Really want to fuck me."

My eyebrows had never risen higher. My eyes had never grown wider. "Uh, no." I flatly told him and found the will to stuff my breasts into my sports bra, just as easily as they came out. He made a frustrated grunt as I adjusted myself, ready to do the same with my yoga pants.

"Stop." He said, sounding tired. So I did, my hands dropping to my side. I figured I'd let my ass cool off for a bit longer. "Sorry. What I meant to say was: fuck me."