The sun beat down mercilessly. Throughout the forest, animals hid from its power. Thomas wiped the sweat from his brow and continued to work on undoing the knot he had tied to secure his backpack. He had tied it very tightly and now, with the sun beating down on him, he couldn’t undo it and he could feel the heat threatening to burn his skin. There was no way he could continue his hike without sunscreen. Thomas sighed, kicked a rock, and then tried again to undo the entangled cord. He could, of course, have cut the cord if he hadn’t put his knife in the bag before he tied it shut. Whilst the view was incredible, with a forest behind him and a lake in front, the sunlight bouncing off the water made it even hotter. Thomas stripped off his t-shirt and threw it to the ground. He pulled off his shoes and socks to wet his feet in the lake. It worked for a few seconds and he felt briefly happy before he went back into battle with his bag.
Belle hummed to herself as she wandered happily through the woods. This morning as the rangers had gathered, her leader had wanted to put her in a team of two but fortunately, she had been able to avoid that. Now she was cheerfully traipsing through the woods, checking for signs of problems and enjoying the sunshine as it shone through the trees and created dappled patterns on the forest floor.
About two hours into her shift, Belle heard Thomas. Much like an animal in the jungle, upon hearing the noise she froze and tried to identify it before continuing. As she made her way through the trees, she caught glimpses of him. The soft curl of his hair, the sheen of sweat over his strong back, the cream colour of his hiking trousers, and his bare feet peeking out below. Belle felt her interest peak. One aspect of her job was to check on the well-being of visitors to the forest. Perhaps this visitor would be more fun than the others. She paused for a moment, readying herself to make a good impression on him.
Belle smoothed the sides of her trousers to showcase her hips, pulled her shirt a little back so the buttons of her shirt strained just a little over her nicely shaped bosom, and checked that her hair was cutely tousled.
By the time she broke through the trees, she already felt intrigued and impressed by him. When she finally saw him, she realised he was stronger than she thought. His body glistened as sunlight shone on his sweat. His muscles moved and twisted as he worked to undo the knot on his bag. Finally, with a loud cry of frustration, he threw the bag to the floor.
“Hey,” she said, emerging from the tree line and crossing the space between them. “Everything okay?”
“Hi. Yes, sorry.” He noticed her ranger uniform. “Sorry, everything’s fine. I just can’t open my bag and the sunscreen is in there.”
“Pretty important on a day like today.” They both gazed toward the sky and winced. “It’s a beautiful day for a hike but it’s hot.”
He gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes taking in the curves of her body, and then replied,
“Yes, it is hot.”
Belle felt a blush rise to her cheeks. “Let me help you.” She pulled her bag from her back and placed it on the floor, opening the straps and reaching inside. She pulled out a small towel and a bottle of sunscreen and gestured for him to come toward her. He dropped his bag to the floor and went to her. Up close he was much taller than she anticipated.
“I was going to help you with the sunscreen but I’m not sure I can reach.”
Her bemused tone made him laugh. Just behind her was a small outcrop of rock. He lifted her with ease and put her down on the miniature cliff.
“Is this better?”
Now she was face to face with him. His eyes twinkled as hers widened. This close she could smell his fresh sweat, the scents of the forest that had clung to his skin. She could see the curve of his jaw, dotted with stubble.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She had been mesmerised for a second. She looked down as he spoke and her gaze landed on his soft lips. He smiled and she smiled in response, not even knowing she did so. Unconsciously she leaned forward, only stopping as the sunscreen bottle became jammed between their bodies.
“Oh, right. Yes. So, I’ll put this on you and then I’ll help you with the bag okay. Make sure you’re all set for hiking today.”
“Yes, please, I’d really appreciate your help. And your hands.” His lips curled up again as her face showed surprise. Belle realised that staying professional might be very difficult.
She saw his lips curl up into a smirking smile and laughed. With a quick playful swat, she turned him around so his back was facing her. She took just a millisecond to appreciate the visual before she used the towel to wipe his skin clean. As she wiped the sweat from his skin, he felt her breasts pressing into his back. Every time she reached up to this neck shoulders or arms, he felt them rubbing against him. Before he knew it, he was adjusting his trousers to accommodate the hardness within. He coughed.
“You might get your shirt covered in sunscreen.”
“What?” Belle had been happily lost in the contours of his muscular back.
“Well, it’s just that if you put sunscreen on and reach up, you might get it smeared on the front of your shirt.”
Belle looked down at her body. She’d been aware of her breasts pressing against him, of the tickle of body against his, but hadn’t thought far enough ahead to anticipate the danger he’d foreseen.
“You’re right. Umm. Okay. Keep facing forward,” she instructed.
“Why?” he asked, and as he waited for a reply, there was a soft thud and he looked to his left to see her shirt now resting on a small pile of dust.
“Oh,” he said, and felt his member harden more fully.
Belle stood behind him, now in her trousers and only a soft cotton bra, holding the sunscreen. She squeezed a large dollop of it into her palms and put the bottle on the ground. Thomas resisted the urge to turn and look at her. He badly wanted to, and just as badly wanted to touch what was now revealed. Belle reached up and began to smooth the sunscreen down from the hairline on his neck, down his shoulder blades, along his spine, and down to the outward curve of his spine where his back met his rear. She dipped her fingers slightly under his beltline, thinking logically that when he leaned forward it might become exposed and should therefore be protected. She also just really enjoyed touching him. She slowly massaged her way back up his back, making sure the sunscreen was correctly applied. As she did so, her breasts dragged against his skin. The moist sunscreen dampened her bra. The cotton, now almost wet, clung to her nipples and enhanced the sensations they felt. They soon became hard and as her hands trailed over his skin, her nipples matched their movements. Thomas could feel them against him and longed to turn around. He clenched his fist in an effort to restrain his heightening urges. Belle began to breathe more deeply, gusts of her breath hitting Thomas’s back and sending delightful bursts of air through the warmth of the sunscreen’s slick cover.
Belle slid her hands down the sides of his rib cage. Without thinking much about it, she continued to slide them forward, reaching around his waist. She flattened her palm and slid her fingertips under the waistline of his trousers, caressing his smooth skin. She felt the first hairs tickle her fingertips and his stomach muscles tighten. Thomas could resist no longer. He spun around and took hold of her.
Their lips found each other and pressed together, as his arms encircled her body and her hands caressed his. As the heat between them rose, Belle pressed her breasts to his chest, seeking, wanting. Thomas broke free from their kisses. He wrapped one arm tightly around her shoulders, holding her in place, while his other hand reached for her breast. He tugged the damp cotton away from her skin. Briefly, Belle felt the breeze as her nipple was released from its cloth confines, but, just as suddenly, he took her in his mouth and she was flooded with warmth. The draw of his mouth upon her intensified. Belle reached for his hair, pulling him closer to her. Her desires battled themselves as she wanted to feel the pleasure he gave her forever, wanted to touch and kiss him in return, and wanted, so, so much to feel the pressure of his manhood inside her. Thomas moved his mouth to her other breast and began his teasing all over again. As he sucked at one nipple, he stroked, lightly pinched, and tugged at the other. Belle began to groan. Unable to wait for much longer, Thomas released her and stood back. Belle, shocked at his movements, let out a cry of dismay and stumbled just a little at being unbalanced. Thomas laughed.
“I’m not leaving,” he told her and watched happily as her expression changed from dismay to joy. She gave a little bounce, which in turn bounced her breasts and immediately made Thomas refocus on his quest. He unzipped his trousers and cast them aside quickly. He stood before Belle, taking a moment to steady his desires and wondering what her reaction would be. Belle, taking a long lingering look at his manhood, let out a soft, happily shocked ‘oh.’ She glanced up at him, smiled widely, and bit her lower lip.
Thomas crossed the gap between them and held her face in his hands. He kissed her deeply. Their tongues teased and lips pressed together. She ran her hands up into his hair. He held her tight, pulling her toward him and pressing her against his erect wantonness. She ran a hand down his body and squeezed it between them. Finding his rigid member, she delighted in its heavy warmth and felt the urge, the need, to have him inside her. She stroked his length, wrapped her hand around him, and gripped him gently, giving a little squeeze of torment before moving her hand up and down. He groaned heavily in her ear. When she let go of him, he let out a soft grunt of frustration which was quickly halted and turned into a silent, stillness of pleasure as she cupped the two round warm parts just below. Gently she cradled them in her palm as she used her fingertips to tickle the patch of skin just behind. Thomas let out a heavy breath, trying to hold back. Belled returned her hand to his member and gave him a few strong strokes before leaning back. Thomas looked at her with charmed eyes, and she felt the rush of excitement at the power contained before her. Quickly she kicked off her boots and undid her trousers before easing them and her panties around her hips and letting them drop to her ankles. He held her hand as she kicked them off. He quickly unhooked her bra and added it to the growing mound of unwanted clothing. They embraced one another immediately, hot skin to hot skin, naked and proud, Thomas thinking only of her warmth and Belle thinking only of his hardness. They kissed fervently. She turned her mouth from his and began to leave a trail of kisses down his neck and along his collar bone. She intended to kiss him all the way down but Thomas could wait no longer. He licked his fingertips, then slid them between her legs, expecting to help ready her for him. To his pleasant surprise, Belle was more than ready. For a few moments he teased her sensitive bud, but Belle was inpatient. As wonderful as it felt, she knew what she wanted and she wanted it now. She turned her kiss on his neck into a small bite and Thomas understood. Laughing, he lifted her up, and she swung her legs around his hips. Gripping her buttocks tightly, he guided her inner warmth to the tip of his penis. He felt the wet kiss of her lips and hesitated for a second, enjoying the feeling. Rocking his hips a little, he used the head of his manhood to caress her nub of pleasure. Belle began to squirm. She leaned to his ear and whispered,
“I want you. Now.”
Her urgency took hold of Thomas. With a quick movement, he pulled her onto him, the warmth surrounding and gripping his manhood as he thrust himself inside her. They both groaned loudly, startling a nearby bird who flew from the trees in a rush. Neither Belle nor Thomas noticed. Both were aware only of the joining of their bodies. With her ankles locked behind him, Thomas had no problem lifting Belle, feeling her tightness draw up and down, up and down. He pressed his fingers into her buttocks, feeling the soft skin, the voluptuousness, squeezing to hold back from ending the delight. Belle, with her legs around him, and her arms around his neck, leaned back, affording Thomas a view of her bouncing breasts. She felt him inside her, filling her, driving into her warmth over and over. Waves of heat ran through her body, hotter and harder, taking her further from the world and closer to bliss. It felt like all her nerve endings were joining as one. Like a wildfire rushes through dry tinder, the pleasure roared through her until she was ablaze with joy. Her entire body tensed for a few glorious seconds, her breath caught in the tension of the moment, before cresting the wave and crashing into the sublime pulse that throbbed throughout her body. Thomas could contain himself no longer. With a primal grunt of pleasure, he spilled into her. They clung to one another tightly as the pulsing of her body drew it from him, drawing out the pleasure, uniting them in joy.
The pulsing subsided, leaving both breathless and temporarily weak. As the final shudders ran through their bodies, Belle buried her head against his neck and he pressed his lips to her shoulder. Their ragged breaths blowing hot against the other's skin. Thomas lowered Belle to the floor and sat beside her. Though the sun was hot, they curled together, satiated naked flesh exposed. Belle reached out and pulled the towel toward them, draping it over their most private parts. Thomas kissed her lightly on the lips and she smiled.
“What a beautiful day for a hike,” he said, as they drifted into a sun-kissed slumber.