24-05-2019, 03:55 PM
It is half past five AM on Saturday morning. You wait for me outside a suburban train station not too far from our residence. You've followed all my instructions. You've not showered in the morning; just brushed your teeth, taken a douche, rubbed yourself down with a moist towel and combed your hair. Nor have you used perfume or cologne. Unlike our previous weekend, you've picked clothes suitable for a trek. You wear a snug fitting, light blue knit cotton track suit and a pair of good walking shoes. You've tied your hair in a juda (bun) & wrapped a red printed silk scarf over it. You wear comfortable cotton panties. Under the jacket of the track suit, you wear a snug, ribbed knit white cotton top. It has very short sleeves, just about an inch long, large arm holes and a Vee neck just big enough to reveal the top of your bosom. You are braless. The track suit nicely shows off your taut thighs, rounded bottom and full bosom.
I arrive in my son's old Maruti Zen car at forty five minutes past five AM, as promised. I am a punctual man. You throw your shoulder bag in the back seat & hop in and we are on our way.
"I'm glad you didn't use perfume." I say, sniffing.
"Mm..." You respond.
"When did you shower?" I ask.
"Last night." You whisper. Suddenly you feel shy.
"Good... good!! You're going to smell just great after the trek!" I say. My hand wanders on to your thigh. Your hand covers mine & squeezes it.
"Have you done much trekking before?" I ask.
"No... not really. But I used to take part in sports in college." You respond.
"I'm sure you will find this trek enjoyable. It is not too demanding. Besides, you look really fit because of your gym workouts." I reassure you, casting an admiring glance. You beam at the compliment. In fact you have given no thought at all to whether you'll be able to cope with the trek. I've cast such a spell on you, you'd have agreed to go anywhere with me, without a thought.
We have breakfast at a food mall on the expressway. On our way up the Bhor Ghat, I point out a distant looking hill top which we will be trekking to. Your heart thuds in your chest and you dread the thought of climbing all that way up. Actually, I know it is not as bad as it looks; our car will be taking us more than halfway up there. I have carefully chosen this particular trek; I don't want you to be tired & fagged out at the end of it. By the time we reach Khandala, it is around eight o'clock in the morning. We drive into the town and then turn off on a small road. The road is narrow, pot holed & dusty. Soon, it starts climbing uphill and eventually peters out into a rutted track. I pull the car over to one side; we climb out & stretch our limbs. It is the month of March. The hills are generally parched & dry, dotted with scattered clumps of green vegetation. Children are busy preparing for their annual exams & therefore there are no tourists around. The air is still fresh & cool as we set off on our trek after drinking some water.
The dirt track becomes narrower as we progress, so that we have to walk in single file. I lead. Soon, the climb becomes steeper. I pause and look back. You are fifteen paces behind and making heavy weather of it. When you catch up, you are panting and sweating profusely. There is a fine coat of dust on your face and sweat trickling down it leaves long muddy streaks in its wake. The jacket of your track suit is damp too.
"Tired?" I ask.
"No. But this is really something!" You laugh, breathing heavily. You rest a while and take a couple of swigs of water. The water spills over and runs down your neck into your track suit.
"Here!" I say, wiping your face with a napkin I've carried in my backpack. Even with all the dust & smudges on your face, you look pretty & sexy.
"It's getting hot!" I remark as I unzip your jacket and ease it open. The wonderful aroma of sweat and musk confined within wafts up & caresses my nose. The damp cotton top clings to your sweaty skin.
"Aaahhh...!" I breathe out after having buried my face in your bosom and inhaled a lungful of a most intoxicating odor of the fresh sweat of a healthy young woman, untainted by the synthetic smells of cologne or perfume. You giggle as my nose tickles the sensitive flesh of your décolletage. My nose doesn't detect any signs of arousal. "It'll happen in good time!" I think. My dusty, sweaty face leaves smudges on your virginal white top.
I help you to take off your back pack & remove the jacket. You now wear only the cotton top, just reaching your belly button. A couple of inches of skin above the waistband of your pants are bare. Your unbound breasts sway & jiggle deliciously under the thin top as you struggle to put on the back pack. I keep your jacket with me, tying it around my waist after wiping my face with it and inhaling your musk again.
We are back on the trek, but now you are in the lead and I follow. I want you to set the pace so that you don't get too fagged out. The track hits a really steep patch. Your full, rounded ass is level with my eyes and I can see your thighs and butt muscles ripple under the snug track suit. In spite of the heat and dust, I start getting aroused. The movement of your body pulls down the waist band of the trousers. I can now see glimpses of the tops of your ass cheeks as well as your bare waist...
Although you are tired, you hate to admit it. You keep pushing yourself until at one point, you are forced to halt.
"Give me a hand please!" You beg, looking back at me.
I am ready to oblige, as ever. Soon, we are climbing again, with me slightly behind and to one side. Some times I push you up by your hips or occasionally pull you by your upper arm. We make slow progress, with you setting the pace. Inevitably, we are in close proximity and my hands make frequent contact with the bare skin of your waist, hips & upper arms. Your breasts often brush against my arm, causing me to be in a state of continuous half-arousal. In a while we reach almost level ground, close to the summit. Even then, you continue to lean against me, letting me push you forward.
We stop under a scraggly little tree that offers a bit of shade. You turn towards me and for the first time I look into your eyes. They smolder with your arousal. You rush at me & throw your arms around my neck. I hug you around your waist & straighten up. Your entire body flattens against mine and your feet dangle in the air as we exchange an open mouthed kiss. We both feel the gritty dust against our teeth as we run our tongues against each other's lips and taste the salty tang of dried sweat. I set you down as the straps of the back packs chafe against our skins. We embrace once again after divesting the back packs, savoring the touch of your soft breasts flattening against my hard chest.
"Come!" I lead you by your hand for the last few meters as we crest the slope and see the valley stretch out before us. It is a wonderful sight. In the distance we also see the highway, snaking its way up the hillside, with tiny vehicles crawling slowly on it. We see knots of people standing by the roadside, enjoying the view of the valley. They look really small. I pull out my powerful binoculars, focus them on to the highway and hand them to you.
You are taken aback as the people suddenly jump into view, seemingly close enough to touch. You can clearly see their faces. I embrace you from behind while you peer through the binoculars. My hands slip under your top and lazily brush against your stiff nipples.
"You know, they could see us too, if they knew where to look!" I whisper, my lips brushing your ear. You feel a spark fly from your ear & go down to your nipples.
"I'm going to show your breasts to them!" I tell you.
"Don't!" You whisper. But you continue to hold the binoculars & peer through them. You make no attempt to stop me as I slowly raise the hem of your top & pull it above your unbound breasts.
"Do any of them have binoculars too?" I ask, rolling your nipples between my fingers & nipping your earlobe.
"I... I... don't... know!" Your voice is barely audible. Suddenly, you let go of the binoculars & slump against me. Your knees buckle & I tighten my grip around your chest to prevent you from falling. Fortunately, the binoculars are saved as you're wearing its strap around your neck.
You have swooned due to a combined effect of tiredness, dehydration and sexual arousal. I half carry, half drag you to a shady nook a few feet below the summit. There is a flat rocky outcrop just big enough to seat two. I sit down & pull you into my lap. I pull out a can of energy drink from my backpack and offer it to you. I cradle your head against my shoulder & make you sip it slowly. We are in the shade, and a light, cool breeze is blowing. Soon, the sugar & electrolytes in the energy drink hit your bloodstream and the breeze cools you off. You feel wonderfully woozy and comfy in my lap. You wiggle a bit to find the most comfortable position & drift off to sleep, head resting against my chest. I can see your pearly white teeth between your half open lips...
I arrive in my son's old Maruti Zen car at forty five minutes past five AM, as promised. I am a punctual man. You throw your shoulder bag in the back seat & hop in and we are on our way.
"I'm glad you didn't use perfume." I say, sniffing.
"Mm..." You respond.
"When did you shower?" I ask.
"Last night." You whisper. Suddenly you feel shy.
"Good... good!! You're going to smell just great after the trek!" I say. My hand wanders on to your thigh. Your hand covers mine & squeezes it.
"Have you done much trekking before?" I ask.
"No... not really. But I used to take part in sports in college." You respond.
"I'm sure you will find this trek enjoyable. It is not too demanding. Besides, you look really fit because of your gym workouts." I reassure you, casting an admiring glance. You beam at the compliment. In fact you have given no thought at all to whether you'll be able to cope with the trek. I've cast such a spell on you, you'd have agreed to go anywhere with me, without a thought.
We have breakfast at a food mall on the expressway. On our way up the Bhor Ghat, I point out a distant looking hill top which we will be trekking to. Your heart thuds in your chest and you dread the thought of climbing all that way up. Actually, I know it is not as bad as it looks; our car will be taking us more than halfway up there. I have carefully chosen this particular trek; I don't want you to be tired & fagged out at the end of it. By the time we reach Khandala, it is around eight o'clock in the morning. We drive into the town and then turn off on a small road. The road is narrow, pot holed & dusty. Soon, it starts climbing uphill and eventually peters out into a rutted track. I pull the car over to one side; we climb out & stretch our limbs. It is the month of March. The hills are generally parched & dry, dotted with scattered clumps of green vegetation. Children are busy preparing for their annual exams & therefore there are no tourists around. The air is still fresh & cool as we set off on our trek after drinking some water.
The dirt track becomes narrower as we progress, so that we have to walk in single file. I lead. Soon, the climb becomes steeper. I pause and look back. You are fifteen paces behind and making heavy weather of it. When you catch up, you are panting and sweating profusely. There is a fine coat of dust on your face and sweat trickling down it leaves long muddy streaks in its wake. The jacket of your track suit is damp too.
"Tired?" I ask.
"No. But this is really something!" You laugh, breathing heavily. You rest a while and take a couple of swigs of water. The water spills over and runs down your neck into your track suit.
"Here!" I say, wiping your face with a napkin I've carried in my backpack. Even with all the dust & smudges on your face, you look pretty & sexy.
"It's getting hot!" I remark as I unzip your jacket and ease it open. The wonderful aroma of sweat and musk confined within wafts up & caresses my nose. The damp cotton top clings to your sweaty skin.
"Aaahhh...!" I breathe out after having buried my face in your bosom and inhaled a lungful of a most intoxicating odor of the fresh sweat of a healthy young woman, untainted by the synthetic smells of cologne or perfume. You giggle as my nose tickles the sensitive flesh of your décolletage. My nose doesn't detect any signs of arousal. "It'll happen in good time!" I think. My dusty, sweaty face leaves smudges on your virginal white top.
I help you to take off your back pack & remove the jacket. You now wear only the cotton top, just reaching your belly button. A couple of inches of skin above the waistband of your pants are bare. Your unbound breasts sway & jiggle deliciously under the thin top as you struggle to put on the back pack. I keep your jacket with me, tying it around my waist after wiping my face with it and inhaling your musk again.
We are back on the trek, but now you are in the lead and I follow. I want you to set the pace so that you don't get too fagged out. The track hits a really steep patch. Your full, rounded ass is level with my eyes and I can see your thighs and butt muscles ripple under the snug track suit. In spite of the heat and dust, I start getting aroused. The movement of your body pulls down the waist band of the trousers. I can now see glimpses of the tops of your ass cheeks as well as your bare waist...
Although you are tired, you hate to admit it. You keep pushing yourself until at one point, you are forced to halt.
"Give me a hand please!" You beg, looking back at me.
I am ready to oblige, as ever. Soon, we are climbing again, with me slightly behind and to one side. Some times I push you up by your hips or occasionally pull you by your upper arm. We make slow progress, with you setting the pace. Inevitably, we are in close proximity and my hands make frequent contact with the bare skin of your waist, hips & upper arms. Your breasts often brush against my arm, causing me to be in a state of continuous half-arousal. In a while we reach almost level ground, close to the summit. Even then, you continue to lean against me, letting me push you forward.
We stop under a scraggly little tree that offers a bit of shade. You turn towards me and for the first time I look into your eyes. They smolder with your arousal. You rush at me & throw your arms around my neck. I hug you around your waist & straighten up. Your entire body flattens against mine and your feet dangle in the air as we exchange an open mouthed kiss. We both feel the gritty dust against our teeth as we run our tongues against each other's lips and taste the salty tang of dried sweat. I set you down as the straps of the back packs chafe against our skins. We embrace once again after divesting the back packs, savoring the touch of your soft breasts flattening against my hard chest.
"Come!" I lead you by your hand for the last few meters as we crest the slope and see the valley stretch out before us. It is a wonderful sight. In the distance we also see the highway, snaking its way up the hillside, with tiny vehicles crawling slowly on it. We see knots of people standing by the roadside, enjoying the view of the valley. They look really small. I pull out my powerful binoculars, focus them on to the highway and hand them to you.
You are taken aback as the people suddenly jump into view, seemingly close enough to touch. You can clearly see their faces. I embrace you from behind while you peer through the binoculars. My hands slip under your top and lazily brush against your stiff nipples.
"You know, they could see us too, if they knew where to look!" I whisper, my lips brushing your ear. You feel a spark fly from your ear & go down to your nipples.
"I'm going to show your breasts to them!" I tell you.
"Don't!" You whisper. But you continue to hold the binoculars & peer through them. You make no attempt to stop me as I slowly raise the hem of your top & pull it above your unbound breasts.
"Do any of them have binoculars too?" I ask, rolling your nipples between my fingers & nipping your earlobe.
"I... I... don't... know!" Your voice is barely audible. Suddenly, you let go of the binoculars & slump against me. Your knees buckle & I tighten my grip around your chest to prevent you from falling. Fortunately, the binoculars are saved as you're wearing its strap around your neck.
You have swooned due to a combined effect of tiredness, dehydration and sexual arousal. I half carry, half drag you to a shady nook a few feet below the summit. There is a flat rocky outcrop just big enough to seat two. I sit down & pull you into my lap. I pull out a can of energy drink from my backpack and offer it to you. I cradle your head against my shoulder & make you sip it slowly. We are in the shade, and a light, cool breeze is blowing. Soon, the sugar & electrolytes in the energy drink hit your bloodstream and the breeze cools you off. You feel wonderfully woozy and comfy in my lap. You wiggle a bit to find the most comfortable position & drift off to sleep, head resting against my chest. I can see your pearly white teeth between your half open lips...
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