After a long, tough stretch at work, I decided a weekend away at my favorite mountain resort would do wonders for easing all the stress I had been under recently. The resort boasted multiple trails, geared both to novice walkers and to more experienced trekkers. My skill level fell somewhere in between the two. Having been to this resort in the past, I knew I would have multiple options to choose from.

Arriving late on Friday, after a long, arduous workweek, I checked in and enjoyed a delicious meal in the dining room. After that, I went to my room and got ready for bed since I was planning on starting my first hike very early the following morning. I hoped this would give me a trail completely to myself.

Awaking refreshed, I showered, dressed, and then headed to the dining room for some coffee and a hearty breakfast to fuel the hiking I would be doing for the rest of the day.

After eating, I chose a three-mile loop trail with a moderate incline to start.

As I stepped onto the trailhead, I felt the first slight call from my bladder. I probably should have immediately turned around and used the restroom before fully hitting the trail, but I stupidly thought to myself, "It's not too bad. I'll finish this hike in no time. I can then hit the bathroom before starting my next trail."

With my mind made up, I eagerly started down the well-maintained path, enjoying the sights and smells of the forest. I indeed had the entire trail to myself.

In no time, I was almost halfway through the trail. My bladder was starting to really feel full. "I shouldn't have tried this without a quick bathroom break first," I thought. "Why did I have that second cup of coffee?"

Each step made it worse. There was no way I was going to complete the entire trail without peeing my pants. I still had not seen a single person the entire time on the trail. It would be easy enough to find a spot off the trail to relieve myself.

Looking around, I saw a large boulder just off the trail.

"Perfect," I thought. "I'll just squat to the side of that rock and take care of business. It's not like I have never peed in public before."

I was starting to cramp and about to burst. That finally made my mind up for me.

I waddled to the rock, doing my best to keep from peeing myself right then and there. With one last look around, and still seeing no one, I unfastened the button and zipper on my shorts. I quickly shoved them and my panties down to my ankles as I squatted behind the rock. With not a second to spare, my pee started flowing freely onto the ground underneath me.

"Fuck, that was close," I said out loud, sighing as the pressure on my bladder began to ease.

Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of footsteps coming in the opposite direction from which I had been walking. A middle-aged man came round the bend. He stopped as I came into his view. His mouth dropped as he realized I was relieving myself right there on the side of the trail.

It was too late to stop now. My eyes locked with his as I continued to pee.

Two things happened next. First, his eyes looked down, focusing on the steady steam now flowing from between my legs. Second, my eyes dropped to the front of his shorts, zeroing in on the bulge that was now starting to appear there.

I should have been embarrassed, but for some reason I wasn't. In fact, I was actually starting to get a little turned on allowing a total stranger to watch me pee. It didn't hurt that it seemed he was also enjoying the view.

As the flow diminished and finally stopped, I felt a surge of arousal settle between my legs. I don't know what came over me, but my pussy was now starting to get wet, really wet, and not just from the pee.

While still looking intently at the stranger, I slid my hand slid down between my legs and found my pussy dripping. I slid one, and then a second, finger inside of me as my thumb circled my clit. I let out an audible whimper as I started to freely pleasure myself in front of my new friend.

All of this was not lost on him as he unfastened his own shorts and pulled his hard cock out and started to stroke it vigorously. It was a beautiful cock, at least eight inches and quite thick. I could not keep my eyes off it as I continued to masturbate.

My mind started to wander, focusing on what that beautiful cock might feel like inside of me. I had to find out.

Standing, I bent over the boulder next to me, my ass in the air and my shorts and panties still bunched around my ankles. I turned and looked at my voyeur friend, willing him with my mind to come forward. He did not hesitate long.

He duck-walked the short distance to me, his pants also still around his ankles. I sighed as I felt him slide the head of his cock over my soaked pussy. I moaned, and he groaned as he slipped just the head of his cock inside of me before pulling out again. He did this several times, causing me to start whimpering with my need to cum. With a slight chuckle, he knew he had me where he wanted now. Grabbing my hips, he pushed his stiff cock all the way to the hilt with a single urgent thrust. He then got into a steady rhythm as he started to fuck me furiously.

I was instantly overcome by all of this. My body shivered as I climaxed, moaning unabashedly as the overwhelming sensations I was feeling took over. Waves and waves of pleasure rolled over me.

Feeling my orgasm overtake me just urged him on even further. He fucked me roughly, chasing his own release. With a grunt he buried himself into me as his hot seed erupted and coated my insides, triggering yet another intense orgasm of my own.

He let his softening cock slide out of my now well-used pussy. I felt his cum dribble down the inside of my legs. He laughed as he pulled his shorts back up. With a quick smack on my still prone ass, he continued on his hike as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Still a little dazed at what had just occurred, I got up off the rock and pulled my panties and shorts back into place. With a smile, I left in the opposite direction to complete my own hike.

I secretly looked for my new friend the remainder of the weekend but never saw him again. Maybe he was not a guest at the resort I was staying at. Maybe he was just a man in the right place at the right time.

I guess I'll never know.