Cheyanne was restless, sleep avoided her in the deep hours of the night and she couldn't figure out why. It had been a long day, hiking through the mountains in the hot sun, climbing the rock face with her best friend and three others. The five of them returned to a small mountain lake and soaked the heat of the day from their feet in the clear cool water. They were on a hiking club outing, a week of camping and hiking in the Rockies. The day’s trek started and ended in a cabin her grandparents owned, at the end of a long logging road, on the edge of a thick wilderness. The next day the five would hike deeper into the mountains along the Continental Divide and spend the next few nights in tents.
She kicked the blanket down then eased off the bed. Maggie was sleeping deeply and didn't react to her friend getting up. She tied a light sweater by the arms over her shoulders which covered her back but left her sports bra exposed. She didn't bother to slip on sweats so she went outside wearing just hip hugging low rise hiking shorts and the sweater to ward off goosebumps. She walked to the lake, standing ankle deep in the water while looking up at the Milky Way, something she never saw from her home in the city. As she stood, listening to the night, watching the stars, she felt a shift in her corporeal being, like she was standing in the same place that her ancestors had stood for thousands of years. The wilderness, the serenity, the nature of where she was began to create a spiritual reversion to the ancient ways and times. Cheyanne was unaware of how the night was seducing her but she felt more at ease, less rigid, unconcerned that she couldn’t sleep.
She was so absorbed in the night sky that she didn't hear him approach. When she caught a movement in her peripheral vision she didn't flinch or jump. She knew even before she turned her head that the cause was not a threat to her. She turned to see Adam coming near. He was a new acquaintance for her, a friend of Maggie that Cheyanne had met just two days before while planning the hike. The starlight illuminated him enough to see he was as scantily clothed as she. He wore thigh length form hugging shorts and a t-shirt that covered only his chest, his midriff was bare. Cheyanne glanced up and down his 6'1” frame and noted that he was not an unattractive man. “Hi, I couldn’t sleep so I came out here to get some air” she started.
“Yeah, it's stuffy in there,” responded Adam. He stepped up beside her and fell silent as they both looked into the bright belt of the galaxy. He looked at Cheyanne then pointed to his left, “Let’s go over there, there is a gap between the trees, we can see more sky.” She turned silently and left the edge of the lake to where he had pointed.
Adam followed her and when they reached the rock ledge the view was even better, there were no trees to filter the scene. There were also no trees to filter a soft mountain breeze so in seconds the sweater over her shoulders was rendered useless. Goosebumps erupted on her arms and thighs and she shivered visibly. Her escort saw her reaction to the wind so he stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her close. Her initial reaction was to jerk away but the warmth of his body began to sooth away the goosebumps and her impulse to reject him so she relaxed against him and put her hands over his arms to keep him in place. She didn't realize that her ancestral heritage was taking her over so she didn’t wonder why it felt right and good to have her him protecting her from the chill.
They stood bonded, quiet, gazing into the night. She was warming more than just the contact with him could cause. She pulled on his right arm, raising it until it rode just under the swell of her breasts. She pushed the left lower until it lie across her groin. She shifted her stance slightly and felt the increase of pressure of his thighs on the back of hers. Her butt brushed against the bulge of his manhood, he sipped a sharp breath in her ear. She was drifting further and further back in time, to when men and women would bond against the night, relying on each other for companionship and security against the wild world. Cheyanne's heart began a heavier, quicker beat, her blood warmed even more as the pressure increased, her body was reacting to the male clutched to her. She shuddered a deep breath which caused her back to press even more against Adam. His reaction was automatic, natural, he flexed his hips to rub his groin on her. She accepted the caress with a firmer grip on his arm and another quickened breath. She moved her left foot increasing the space between her legs and leaned more against him. His arms flexed to hold her tighter under the starlit sky.
In a move as natural and intimate as any young couple might experience, Cheyanne turned in Adam's arms, put her arms around his neck and hugged him near, the bare skin of her stomach rubbing sensually on his. He dropped one hand to the small of her back, the other to her shoulder then thrust his groin to her. She felt the pressure and returned it, they stood, arms locked around the other and rolled their hips in unison. Cheyanne felt his prick growing, pressuring the junction of her thighs. Her female ancestors, woven into the fabric of her genes, became aware then began to clamor for pleasures and passions long dormant. Her temperature rose, her pulse sped, her body savored the developing intimacy with the male. She put her hands at his waist, fingers edging under the band of his shorts then Cheyanne pushed them over his solid muscular ass and down his legs. He stepped back to kick them off his feet then put his thumbs in her shorts and pulled them down. He stood again, close enough that Cheyenne caught the masculine scent of his body. That, combined with the tart scent of pine and the earthy smell of the soil all formed a heady natural cologne that sharpened her senses and charged her blood with a heavy dose of hormones. She watched his expanded prick, long and strong, aimed at the pleasures she was displaying.
He put his arms around her again, his hands under the cheeks of her butt, then lifted her off the ground. She picked up her legs then encircled his waist while clutched to his neck. The head and shaft of his erection were gliding over the swollen lips of her sex, sending cascades of sharp thrills from her most sensitive parts throughout her body. She shivered with exquisite pleasure while he rolled his hips, stroking her. Her ancestors were gathering En Mass, clamoring for ancient but not forgotten feelings. She adjusted herself so the head of his erection split her then with growing urgency rocked her body until she was impaled on her desire. Cheyanne flooded with primal lust as he began to fuck her.
She was lost in the rapture of free, impulsive, uninhibited sex. The crisp night air cooled her lungs as she gasped in rhythm with his thrusts. The bright stars over her head lit his face on which was etched the pleasure of mating with her. Generation after generation of the women that came before her rejoiced as her body was consumed by rapture and passion. The long dormant heritage of her past blossomed in her loins then her body convulsed once and began to vibrate as she clung to him. Her womb begged for the end, she clamped tighter to him as the orgasm bounced and rebounded as an eons old echo, reverberating through every cell of her body, through every woman that had lived in her line. Cheyanne peaked with her climax just as Adam joined her in ecstasy. He began to deliver to her the gift of nature, he slammed her deep then groaned in her ear. The feel and sound of him cumming caused more waves of her orgasm to roll through her as thunder through a valley.
She unlocked her ankles then slowly lowered her feet. Adam held her tenderly for several moments then released her. Cheyanne gave him a single soft kiss then with shorts in hand she left him standing to return to the cabin. Nothing had been said since he invited her to move to the ledge but she felt no guilt, remorse or shame for what had transpired, she felt sated, she felt elated, her ancestors were relaxing back into her DNA and Cheyanne was relaxing into an overdue sleep.
