It was the kind of day made for dreamers, warm and blue and full of promise. I eased my truck through a pothole and pulled to the side of the decommissioned logging road. There was a wide switchback here that made a convenient parking spot before the road continued its rocky way up the mountain. 

“We’re here,” I said to the handsome man sitting in the passenger seat beside me. 

Ronan was a backpacker from Ireland whom I had met in my local pub the previous night. He was tall and lean, and his glinting green eyes had caught my attention immediately.

We’d got to talking, and before long we realised that we had a lot in common, including a love of the outdoors. I had mentioned that I was going out blueberry picking the next day, and Ronan had eagerly asked to accompany me, hoping that in doing so he would get to see parts of this remote corner of British Columbia that the Lonely Planet guide didn’t even know about. 

I agreed immediately. I would enjoy the company, and an extra set of hands would be amazing. The luscious berries I was after grew on tiny stunted bushes that were spread out over the mountain side, each one producing only a few fruit, jewel-like and juicy. Labour intensive to pick, but so worth it.

I had picked him up shortly after breakfast, and now we were arrived at the trail head. I jumped from my truck, pulling my pack out from behind the seat. Ronan came around to stand beside me. He was a couple of inches taller than me, with the kind of physique that made me confident that he would not struggle with the mountain trails. 

I handed him a bell on a short cord. 

“Tie this onto your pack or belt loop,” I said. “Bears like the berries too, and this will keep you from startling one. They’re fat and content at this time of year, but still dangerous if taken unawares.” 

Ronan’s eyes widened, but he gamely took the bell and fastened it onto a belt loop. We shouldered our day packs, equipped with a bag lunch, water, and of course containers for the berries I hoped to harvest. I led him off the road onto a barely-there ATV track, unused since the tree planters had finished their work several years before. 

The replanted trees were still only knee height, and the landscape was full of fireweed and wildflowers, making a beautiful meadow that deer, moose, and bears alike delighted in. We climbed steadily, a soft breeze following us as we wound up the gentle slope, bells jangling softly. 

It was easy being with Ronan, and our conversation was light and flirty. We had been hiking for close to an hour when I paused at a switchback in the trail, turning back towards him. He was truly lovely to look at, and I admired his broad shoulders, slim hips and lovely strong thighs as he caught up to me where I stood. 

It really is a shame he is just passing through, I thought idly, as I imagined running my hands over him. Or my tongue. 

“There’s such a great view here,” I said, tearing my eyes from his body to take in the vista at our feet. 

“I’m glad you think so,” he said cockily, and I could hear teasing in his voice. 

“I meant the valley,” I spluttered, a bit embarrassed that he had caught me checking him out like that. 

I pointed out over the landscape below, a green lake glinting out from among thick old growth forest at its heart, and our attention turned to the views. I told him the names of several mountain ranges in the distance, and showed him which way led south to town. 

We watched several eagles playing in the air currents, laughing as they tumbled down as though falling, then caught themselves to soar back up on the updrafts. I felt Ronan take my hand as we watched. A few moments later, he pulled me gently to him. He tipped my face up and I met his eyes. 

His gaze was hungry, and without even thinking I leaned up and offered him my mouth. The kiss was soft at first, but it only took a moment for all the subtle flirting and pent up tension between us to dissolve into fierce desire. 

I have no idea how long we stood there, mouths devouring and hands growing ever bolder, when I pulled back to catch my breath. He grinned at me, hands on my hips, then leaned back in, eager to continue. I put a hand on his chest. 

“Let’s keep walking for just a bit,” I suggested. “There’s a spot up ahead that I think you will like even better.” 

We turned back to the trail, but not before sharing another kiss. Or three.

My core was aching and my nipples tight as we continued, the kisses having reminded my body just how long it had been since I’d been with a man, and the tension between us grew. 

I could tell he was feeling it, too, when he asked, “What turns you on the most?” in a conversational tone. 

I was feeling bold from our kisses and so I told him what I liked, and then the conversation turned to our fantasies. It was getting very steamy, and when he began telling me what he would like to do to my body it was all I could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other as he talked. I was so relieved when we came around a bend in the path and saw the spot I’d had in mind just ahead. 

A granite outcropping here made a natural shelf on the side of the hill, dropping off steeply on one side. There was a huge old log, roots twisted up in a tangle at one end, that ran along the back of the outcropping, hiding it from the trail, and a tangle of rocks the size of a small car at the other end. I had discovered the spot last summer picking berries, and I’d been back a few times. The wide rock ledge was thick with moss, and shy wildflowers grew in the shelter of the log. It was magical and perfect.

I scrambled around the rocks and down to the ledge, Ronan behind me. I slid my pack off, setting it on a rock. Ronan did the same and then his hands were on me, gently edging me back to lean against the log, pressing into me as he kissed me.

We were both breathless when he stood straight and asked, “May I?”  

I knew exactly what he was requesting, he had just told me as we climbed the trail, and it was no real decision at all to voice my eager consent. “Yes, please!” 

“Then you may begin by taking off your clothes,” he said, his musical voice husky with desire. “All of them.”

My eyes went wide. I had imagined a hasty fuck up against the rocks, clearing the air of sexual tension like rain after a thunderstorm, but that sounded like the beginning of something a bit more… in depth. 

Also, I’d never been naked outdoors, and the thought was as intimidating as it was thrilling. I was about to protest when I realised that I had a choice here. I could consent to what he was asking and have an unforgettable experience, or I could let my timid caution take charge and have a hasty fuck, then always wonder what might have happened. I licked my lips, took a deep breath, then nodded and pulled my tank top over my head. 

Ronan grinned appreciatively, then stepped back to watch as I continued. 

I knelt and carefully unlaced my shoes, one and then the other, and set them side by side under the log. Next, I eased the socks off of my feet, revealing pink painted toenails. The socks were tucked into the shoes, then I stood again and slowly undid the button of my jeans, watching Ronan watch me. 

I’d never undressed like this, boldly in front of a man, and to do so with the sun warm on my skin and the world laid out below us felt so sexy. My confidence grew as I lowered the zip with exaggerated care and began to ease my jeans down over my hips. I pushed them lower, to my thighs, then knees, and finally I stepped out of them, one foot and then the other. I picked the jeans up and folded them neatly, enjoying the feeling of power I had in this moment.

I turned back towards him in my plain black cotton underwear and sports bra, and ran my hands up my sides, over my hips and waist and up, slowing to circle my breasts, eyes locked on his face. I circled my breasts once more, brushing my erect nipples and letting out a soft moan of desire as even that touch sent a rush of heat to my soaking pussy. Then I undid the bra and slid it off, feeling brazen as I enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of sunlight on skin usually hidden away. 

I closed my eyes briefly, relishing the warmth, the tickling of the breeze, and the mossy earth beneath my feet. I tossed the bra to one side and opened my eyes. I stood and looked steadily at Ronan, wondering where I had found this confidence. 

He smiled at me, one hand adjusting his cock in his jeans. 

“Just lovely,” he said. “You are magnificent. But I did ask you to take off your clothes, and you aren’t finished yet, are you?” 

The way he spoke, firm and demanding but without harshness, made me feel weak in the knees. I had never imagined that my body would respond so enthusiastically to being told what to do. 

After a moment, I slid my hands down over my belly, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my panties. Feeling a bit saucy, I toyed with them for a few moments, wondering if I could get a reaction from Ronan. He let out a low growl and I giggled in triumph, then pulled the now sodden undergarment off. I made a show of folding the panties, and as I turned to stow them with my jeans and top, I felt a shadow fall over me. 

When I turned back, Ronan stood there, so close that I had to back into the log. He leaned down and reclaimed my mouth, kissing me hungrily as his hands encircled my waist, then rested on my hips, fingers pressing into my softness. I was trapped, the log satin smooth at my back and Ronan’s firm body, all denim and flannel and roaming hands, caging me in from the front. 

I reached for his shirt buttons, but he pushed my hands aside and then lifted me up onto the log and edged my knees wide with his elbows. “I’ll tell you if I need you to do anything,” he said, “but for the moment, I just want you to be very, very still.” Without waiting for a reply, he leaned in and took one of my nipples, now at a convenient height, into his mouth and sucked gently. 

I moaned with delight. My breasts were exquisitely sensitive, and Ronan seemed to notice, sucking and teasing with his tongue while his hand squeezed my other breast, thumb flicking over the nipple. The world stretched out below me, but all I could think about was how he was making me feel. I squirmed and tried to press into him even more firmly, but he pinched me gently. 

“I said to hold still,” he reminded me when I let out a startled squeak. 

His mouth returned to my breast, this time almost fierce, teeth scraping and tongue working my pebbled nipple, flicking and sucking, and it was all I could do to stay still. My pussy was throbbing now, desperate for touch. A breeze fluttered over my skin, the sensation amplified as the cool air danced over my aching clit, and I groaned. 

“Please, Ronan!” I moaned, not even sure what exactly I was asking. 

He shifted, moving his mouth to my other breast and sliding a hand up the inside of my thigh. Fingers brushed my labia, stroking my slick folds in a maddeningly unsatisfying way that felt so good. I was shaking with the effort of holding still, of not arching into his touch or grabbing his hand and pressing it where I wanted it the most. 

“Please,” I repeated, babbling my hunger inarticulately, words spilling from me as though they might release the tension building in my core. 

“Touch me more,” I whined. 

“Harder please please.” 

“Ronan, Ronan. I want your cock.” 

“Please, please, please.” 

“RONAN!” I cried, the beginning of an orgasm building as he spread me with both hands and slid his thumbs up to circle my swollen clit, barely brushing it. His hands held me steady as he teased, so close to giving me what I wanted. 

He pulled from my breast, licking the nipple before moving back to the other one. The wind was his tool as the summer breeze toyed with the wet bud and I shivered. 

“Fuck,” I moaned, and then the words were gone, replaced by nonsense as his thumbs finally found my clit, rubbing and flicking. 

He began to slowly fuck me with first one finger, then two. My hands gripped his shoulders, bunching the soft flannel of his shirt, and my head fell back as I screamed my desire to the sky. Ronan slid a third finger inside me, fucking me hard now, and as I began to shudder in earnest, he nipped my nipple just hard enough to make the world spin. I rode the orgasm, the wind tickling the back of my neck as sensation overwhelmed me in the best way. His mouth moved up to my exposed throat, nibbling tender skin. 

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and I dazedly leaned down to obey, finally silenced as his mouth claimed mine.

My orgasm subsided, and when I stopped shaking, he wrapped his arms around me, his chin resting on my head. My breathing returned to normal before he stepped back. 

“Do you think you’d like to ride my cock now?” he asked matter-of-factly.

I grinned. “Hell, yes.” 

He put out a hand to help me down, then slid his jeans and shorts down with a jangling of the bear bell that made me giggle. I was sure that every bear in the area knew we were here, and not because of our bells. 

Ronan stretched out on the mossy stone. He was beautiful against the backdrop of granite and sky, the valley suspended far below. The sun made his fair skin glow, and his cock stood eagerly, weeping in invitation. 

I didn’t waste any time. 

I knelt between his knees and slid my hands up his muscled thighs, then leaned forward and took him in my mouth. The fingers of one hand stroked his velvety length while the other gripped his thigh for balance. I swirled my tongue over his cock, eagerly exploring and tasting. Ronan grew harder, and I took him deep into my mouth, loving the moans that escaped his lips as I did so. 

After a few minutes, he reached and gently pulled me further up his body. “Come here. I want to kiss you again,” he said.

I scrambled over him, straddling him and rubbing my slick pussy up and down his shaft while he kissed me, the scent of my arousal still fragrant on his lips. 

After a moment, I sat up and slid myself down onto his cock, doing my best to tease him as I took him ever so slowly bit by bit. The moment he was buried in me fully, he gripped my hips. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled. He began to thrust under me, matching my rhythm and urging me onwards. I moaned, my hips bucking as we fucked. 

Soon Ronan was slamming up into me, frantic with desire as his climax approached, and I felt my pussy begin to flutter in anticipation. After a few more thrusts, he poured into me with a shout. His hands pulled me down into him, his cock so deep inside that I felt every pulse throb into me. I cried out, my own orgasm overtaking me, every nerve in my sensitive pussy lighting up, fireworks overtaking my vision. 

The moment stretched, his cock pulsing and my body shuddering around him. 

Eventually, my heartbeat slowed in my ears. I felt him just beginning to relax when an eagle far above let out her eerie cry. In the distance her call was echoed. As I slid to lie beside Ronan, enjoying the breeze playing over my heated skin, I idly wondered if she had been watching us. The thought made me smile. 

“Well,” I said after we drowsed for a while, “would you still like to help me pick berries?” 

He laughed and pulled me to him, kissing me in reply. My heart sped up again. 

The blueberries might have to wait for another day.