Raw Hookup at Refuge des Souffles: My Wild Hiking Fuck

June 3, 2004. I’m Fabienne, 22, chem student from Lyon. Stuck in a boring chalet at Villars-Loubière, waiting for my boyfriend who’s ghosting me with work excuses. Three days of frustration. Phone vibrates nonstop with his lame texts. Fuck it. I grab my tiny backpack, mini-shorts, bustier, hit the trail late. Guidebook lied – Refuge des Souffles is unguarded. Shit.

Stones crunch under my sneakers as I stagger up at dusk. Thirsty, dusty socks. See him on the terrace. Tall, fit hiker, unpacking a feast. Alone. My pussy twitches. No time for games. I need this. Fresh water splashes my face at the stone trough. Heart pounds. Inspect the bare refuge. No keeper, no dinner. Approach him, hands in back pockets, tits straining my top. Green eyes lock on his. ‘Where’s the guardian?’ He explains the bullshit EU regs. Laughs it off. Offers food, blankets. ‘Stay. It’s dangerous.’ Boom. Dinner invite.

The Approach: Tension Builds Fast

His pasta carbonara hits like heaven. Bandol rosé flows. Chat flows too – my bored wait, his epic 20km climb. Candles flicker, moon rises. Stumble outside for tea. Grab his arm. Bodies crash. His mouth claims mine. Tongue invades. I push back half-heartedly. ‘I have a boyfriend.’ Lie. Hands on my belly, lips on neck. ‘No.’ But my head tilts, exposing skin. Hands roam free. Right up to heavy tits, left dives into joggers. No panties. Fingers trace my landing strip. Nipples hard from cold water wash. His cock grinds my ass. I reach back, grip it. Thick. Pump it slow.

He spins me. Kisses deep. Spreads legs on terrace edge. Fingers slick my wet slit. Circles clit hood, teases pee hole. Dives in. I cum fast, shaking. Drop to knees, yank shorts. Holy fuck, huge. Hands barely wrap. Suck hard, tongue swirls circumcised head. Press base, dry orgasm rips him. Back inside, naked under candlelight. Tits full, dark areolas, pussy lips pouting.

Push me on table. Legs up, spread wide. Kneels, devours cunt. ‘Suck me, eat my pussy, yes!’ Grind face, nose in musk. Fingers pinch tits. Tongue flicks clit, thumb in ass. Scream, spasm. He stands, rubs cock on slit. Impales slow. Stretches me full. ‘Watch it go in.’ Pound hard, pull out to tip, slam deep. I cum thrice. ‘In my mouth!’ Kneel, suck, swallow hot load. Tongue milks every drop.

The Explosion: No Holds Barred Fuck Fest

Doggy on floor. ‘Fuck me hard!’ Pile drive pussy. Fingers in ass – one, then two. ‘Not the cock, too big!’ Explode inside. Spoon sleep, cock nestled in cheeks.

Dawn. Morning wood between thighs. Grind till he wakes. ‘Fuck my ass.’ Lube from aftersun. Straddle, force ring open. Inch down. Pain-pleasure. Ride wild. Dual orgasm crash. Collapse.

Late breakfast. Cuddles turn to tit worship. Pack up. Hike down slow – ass sore, his fingers tease holes. Chalet: voicemail – boyfriend bails forever. Jump him. Weekend mine. But that night? Pure stranger fire. Now we hike yearly. Addict.