“So I’m definitely thinking we took a wrong turn back there.” They had been hiking for 7 hours and were now thoroughly lost within the robust Colorado mountain. Georgia knew they took a wrong turn that one time 2 hours ago and then that other time maybe 45 minutes ago. They zig-zagged around and lost the trail around a boulder. The sun was clearly still up, but from the tree cover the two still needed to pull out their flashlights they had brought for safety. And safety was now a concern.

Ben paused in place and scanned the area with a broad look. He took his phone out of his pocket and checked to see if signal had returned. Nothing yet. “Well, let’s keep heading down this way.”

“But where is that way going?” Georgia planted herself where she stood. She wanted to retreat or know exactly where she was heading. And she knew that was not an answer Ben could provide.

Ben turned towards Georgia and shone his flashlight on the ground. Their faces glowed from the light below. “Babe, I’m just hoping it leads to a road or parking lot or something. If you listen closely you can hear some rushing water. We just need to follow it downstream.” He shrugged his backpack higher on his shoulders and waited for Georgia’s okay.

She tried, really tried, to hear this water, but heard nothing. She slipped her thumbs through her own backpack straps and asked in a higher tone, “but what if run into bears?”

Ben gave her a peck. “I’ll protect you.” He turned in the direction they had been staring and started walking. Georgia followed.

“But what if there’s a family of bears?”

“Then it’s been really nice knowing you.”

“Ben!” Georgia screamed his name loud enough for a faint echo to occur.

He laughed, “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

They walked for another half hour. The temperature began to drop as well as any remaining sunlight peeking through the trees. They could hear other voices, but could not find a trail. The water Ben had heard turned out to be a small stream. Only a few hundred yards leading to a dead end pond. Although he asserted that this was not the water he was hearing. Every rustle of the leaves or sudden creak of the trees sent chills through Georgia. She was exhausted. Not knowing where they were or how much longer they would be stuck on the mountain was enough stress to steal the energy she had been reserving.

Ben led them through a narrow path of tall grasses. Georgia was uncomfortable not being able to see the ground and ran to grab onto Ben’s backpack like a train. He let out a muffled laugh and sped up his pace sensing her fear. Ben lifted his flashlight from its spotlight on the ground in front of him to scan the area he could look forward to. To his left he spotted a quarter of a rusted, uninhabited building. All he could hope for was a sign on the building to pinpoint this site on the map.

“Come on! It’s a good sign!” Ben’s stride doubled. Georgia being a foot shorter than he, had to run to keep up.

He held onto his flashlight with his mouth and took his backpack off to shuffle through and find the map. After a few seconds of madly searching, he found it. They only had about a mile to go to the parking lot. He had led them in the right direction. Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

“What is it?” Georgia interrupted his process.

“We’re close. We’re in the right direction.” Ben knew that wasn’t all there was to it though. He was relieved because he hadn’t messed up the whole day. Maybe he could still go through with his plan and they would make it back at a reasonable time for refuel and seconds.

Georgia squeezed his arm. Those were relieving words for her too. She tried to tug on his arm to keep moving, but his sturdy frame wouldn’t budge. “C’mon. We don’t need to look at this. Let’s go,” she whined.

“Hold on there,” Ben tucked his map away and scanned the area again for a thick enough tree that met his expectations. “Do you know why I brought you out here?”

Georgia threw her head back in annoyance, “Ben. I’m tired. I’m hungry. And it’s getting cold. Let’s go!” She had a fill of courage and began to walk off without him.

Ben followed. He rapidly thought of how to pull this off. This idea of his could not be ruined. Georgia was coming up on the perfect, girthy, and little to no roots sticking out of the ground, tree. He took a few large steps to get in front of her enough to turn her back towards the tree. Without being on the tree yet, he held her in place and kissed her. An exhausted, salty, sweaty, kiss. He kept it light for the moment in case he really did ruin his plan.

He pulled back still holding her in place. “Do you remember that idea I had a few weeks ago?”

Georgia looked lost and confused.

“You know, on a mountain?” Ben kept trying.

“Uhh..Ohh,” her eyebrows rose, “That’s why?”

“Well it was to hike too. But yes.”

Georgia looked around the surrounding. There was nothing around them. She glanced back up at Ben. What he could see of her expression from any glimmer of light was her okay. Blood rushed to his dick. He thought this would be momentous fun they’d talk about years to come.

He leaned down to kiss her again, this time with more furor. He maintained his attachment while he took his and Georgia’s backpack off. Georgia was getting her second wind. She thought this idea was new and adventurous for them. Tasting Ben’s tongue in her mouth and feeling his grip on her ass, brought excitement and giddy to her pussy. She was warming.

Ben stuck his hands inside Georgia’s leggings to feel her bare ass. He thumbed around for panties, then a thong, and then his dick was begging to be let loose out of his own athletic shorts when he discovered she had not worn panties or a thong. There was nothing there. She must have planned too.

Ben needed her now and didn’t want to waste any time. Georgia had other thoughts though. She wanted to make this all it was idealized to be.

Georgia broke the kiss and slunk down to a narrow squat. Ben watched her in awe. She tugged at his shorts and watched his slightly curved dick pop out. She held on to one leg for balance and gripped him hard with the other. She could feel his swollen veins, the sweet curvature she adored, and his smooth head waiting to be devoured. She started at the base, placing her outstretched tongue along the bottom, and slowly moved up. She kissed every inch and pumped him between. And then she delicately sucked him in until her mouth was full. She retreated and repeated only two more times until Ben howled and leaned over to pick her up.

He kissed her magical mouth, fondled her covered breasts, and then pushed her back to the tree. He turned her around. She positioned her hands on the tree for stabilization. Ben kissed her cheek, bit her earlobe, and slid her leggings down to her knees. He massaged her pussy with his dick to rewet it. He teased her with just the head. He felt to make sure he was in the right place and licked his own hand to taste her before grabbing onto her hips. He thrust himself inside her hard. Her moan, turned into a pleasurable scream.

The once quiet mountain now echoed lust back to them