Gunner gave me a ride to the intersection that took me into Moab. He dropped me off where I got picked up by a group of 3 mountain climber guys from Ireland, Africa and England. They were extremely cute, every one of them—would’ve been hot if they all fucked me.
They said they would drop me off in Moab, but beforehand we stopped to check out Wilson arch. The last time I was there was with Aaron before he took me to the CDT southern terminus. Not long after, he passed away. Time on this earthly plane was a trip. People came and went when you least expected them to.
I got dropped off at the Lazy Lizard Hostel, speechless to find out it was only $18 for a bunk room. Nowadays it was normal for hostels to charge $65 for a bunk room. Better yet, he upgraded me to a cabin that they turned into a bunk room for me and three other girls. It was much more private and spacious. I got settled in then joined people outside at the picnic table.
The owner asked, “Are you always this happy?”
“I’m hiking!” I said.
I feel like I experienced a big red flag the moment I said that. In one sense it was true, but in the other sense I was more excited to be in a place where I had the potential of getting laid. My focus was on scoping out all of the attractive men there. A sense of sadness followed.
Why can’t I just focus on who’s in front of me and not think about how I could use them?
Why can’t I just spend time with other travelers and not try to get in their pants?
I wasn’t always like this, not even when I hiked my first trail. I wonder if that was because I was in a relationship so to fantasize about other men was not an option for me.
I reminded myself what I learned during this apparent injury. I’ve been trying to give myself grace over the past several days. I had a little hiccup in my path, well, what others would consider huge. I want to start over, I want to take a step forward and try again. I feel as if I’m slipping away from God each time I sexualize someone. It’s as if I’m becoming robotic.
The owner bought me and one of the cute guys a burger. We joined him for an end of the night conversation then I thanked him and went to bed. I noticed that sense of sadness come up strong when I didn’t get fucked by the guy I wanted to. I felt my time was wasted having small talk with him for nearly an entire hour and not getting anything out of it.
The following morning, right as I was about to leave I saw a guy in the lounge area. He was working on some rock climbing routes, judging by the pictures I saw him looking at on his laptop. He was on the line with someone speaking a different language. I watched from a distance and listened. The way he turned around to look at me and held eye contact without breaking it made it obvious he wanted me. The looks repeated a few different times and were held longer each time. Suddenly that cloud came over me where I couldn’t do anything other than own the fact I needed to be filled. And it needed to be by him.
He went outside to converse with the owner. I followed.
“What language were you speaking?” I interrupted.
“Hebrew.”
“It’s beautiful.”
Both of us just stared at each other. Then there came a deep sexual undertone and tension behind the way we discussed completely casual topics.
“What kind of water filter do you use on trail?” he asked.
“Let me show you,” I said. Figuring Vegas was supposed to pick me up any moment, I decided to cut to the chase rather than make a smooth transition into getting him to come into my cabin. He seemed hesitant for a moment but I reassured him through the gesture of touching his arm that he could trust me. “Follow me.”
He traced my footsteps to my room where I told him to sit down in the chair while I continued packing. He did as I said then manspread his legs as he leaned back in the chair. I smirked as I pictured him in that position if I were to blow him. I’m sure he felt my visualization when I blushed and looked away smiling.
I closed the door and squatted by my bedside as I continued to pack. Then I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him. “You single?” I asked as I checked him out.
“Yeah, ah you?”
His accent killed me. “Uh-huh. You’re very cute,” I said as I held eye contact.
He broke my gaze. I left mine on his. Finally, he asked, “You want to?”
“Yeah, I do,” I said as I stood over him.
“Do you want me to get a condom?”
“Nope, I’m clean,” I said as I mounted him and started to make out with him. I had talked to him for no more than five minutes before I was already feeling up his cock.
He towered over me then grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me close. I could feel his cock grow hard in seconds on my very upper thigh. I stood on my tippy toes just to kiss him, already shaking. Naturally, my knees met the concrete floor and I began sucking him off. Perfectly thick and slightly curved cock. It tasted heavenly when his precum spurted onto my tongue. He watched me drink him in.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
He laid me on the bed. I grabbed him without hesitating and shoved him in. Was such a high. He could barely keep it together, slowing down his rhythm and giving me just the tip. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in, keeping his cock tightly locked in between my pussy walls. He pushed through my force, pulling himself out numerous times to focus on fingering me. It’s not what I wanted. I wanted his cock and needed his cum. I reassured him he could unload on me, but I think he wanted me to release first. I continued to grind on him, making him watch as I took every deep inch of him despite his size hurting me.
“Cum on me,” I said.
He gave one more thrust than came on my stomach. It felt like a waste not to swallow it but it was hard to maneuver myself. I would’ve smacked my head on the top bunk trying to catch it in time. Still, I knew I would masturbate numerous times to the visual of his seed being shot from his slit.
He stayed hard and wanted to go again but knowing my luck Vegas would probably pop out of the blue. So, he sat on the chair again then lifted his shin into the slit of my pussy. I sat into it and moaned.
“I have to go,” I said, barely keeping myself together.
I mounted him in the chair, rubbing myself on him and loving that his cock was still hard. I loved the way he looked up at me with those bright blue dilated eyes.
So, we walked back to the front. I said bye to the owner. He told me to come back and make him a mural for a trade. I figured I would if I made good time on the trail. Then the Israeli guy recommended certain hikes for me to do in the area. I was just staring at him and saying “uh-huh” as he listed off trails, making it known I didn’t care. All I was thinking about was how he just penetrated me. He knew I wasn’t listening either then started tripping over his words. He blushed and we both started laughing. The owner didn’t pick up on the joke.
He dropped me off at the library since Vegas was running late. I ran into the cute guy from last night that I wanted to bang.
“You disappeared last night,” he said, “I wanted to let you know it was great meeting you.”
Then I met a guy who sat across from me who had thru-hiked the LT. Another hot guy took his spot after he left. Why were the guys here so fucking hot? Why was I so fucking horny? I swear I could just stare at men till the end of time. I perched up in my seat in a way where I could smell the cum from the Israeli man’s cock mixed with my own pussy juices. I stared at the new guy in front of me, his bulge cupped tightly in his denim shorts. I used his image to get me off. My breathing grew rapid. I knew he could feel my heaving energy.
Next thing I knew, Vegas was walking up to me! I beamed with excitement and ran up to hug him.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” I said.
We both seemed nervous and excited, an underlying knowing of what was about to come.
“I know! I can’t believe I’m here, either. I’m going to trail Angel the shit out of you.”
He took me to a pub so we could eat a burger. On the drive there, I stared at his bulge that was so perfectly outlined from his black mesh basketball shorts. His thighs were tempting me. I wondered about the temperature of his skin and the scent of his balls.
As we were eating, he decided to make reservations for a room at the Abajo Lodge in Monticello.
I could overhear the woman on the phone ask, “One bed or two?”
Vegas side eyed me then began to stutter.
I smiled, lifted up a finger and mouthed, “One.”
He blushed and said, “One would be great.”
We drove out there but stopped at a grocery store beforehand where he bought me tons of food, including my favorite: microwaveable french toast sticks and mini lemon seed muffins! I don’t think he knew how turned on I was getting that he was providing everything for me, not allowing me to pay for anything. My pussy was getting wetter by the second.
“I am so happy to be able to trail Angel you,” he said.
We were both each other’s first trail angels. We never had thru-hikers come through where we lived so we were stoked we could help each other when we needed it.
We got to the room and hopped into the bed. The tension was strong. We were both sensitive to the energies, especially now that the door was shut and all that was left to think about was what we were about to do. I was surprised when he had initially asked me to show him the ropes of how to have sex because he was 33 years old and I genuinely found him to be very attractive. But, it was clear he just didn’t have the confidence in himself.
I pulled him into my arms and intertwined my legs into his.
“You’re really good at cuddling,” he said.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I flirted.
Silence filled the room. I knew I was going to have to make all of the first moves judging by the situation we were in.
“Wanna make out?” I asked.
“Uh, YEAH!”
I gently grabbed the back of his neck and went in for his lips. I was happily surprised to find him an amazing kisser. He was very intuitive and followed my same rhythm as I circled my tongue around his. I enjoyed everything about his taste and the scruff on his face tickling my soft skin.
He moaned when I placed his hand on my right breast.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
I pressed my cunt into his thigh as I let out a whimper. “Yes.”
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
My eyes were sultry and needy. “If I’m moaning and grinding on you it means I’m really enjoying myself. Now bite my nipple.”
He traced my nipple with his tongue then pulled on it with his teeth. “I love the way you talk and pronounce words,” he said. “I bet you could read poetry and it would sound awesome.”
God, he looked so fucking hot when he was cupping my flesh in his palms with his long hair gently falling on my upper chest, tickling me. He often let me know how enthralled he was by me, worshiping my presence and for being able to touch me in such an intimate way.
“You taste so good,” he groaned, “I’m obsessed with how soft your skin is.”
He continued to shower me with kisses going up my neck, then to my cheeks and back to my wet lips. I wanted him bad. I mounted him then began warming him up as I slid up and down his cock, slowly kissing his neck and watching him shiver beneath me. I locked his body with my legs, holding him like a python. I placed his hands on my neck then led them down to my breasts. I guided him all the way down to the sides of my ass, making him grope my meaty flesh.
“Woah,” he said shakily, “you’re really good at this.”
“Am I?” I asked as I bit the part on his neck that made him weak. He really enjoyed being marked up so I tried my hardest to leave love bruises all over him so that people could ask him what he was up to.
“I hope you tell all your friends about what I did to you,” I said.
I got off of him, pressing my knee into his balls then added deeper pressure into my pussy by sitting on his thigh. I kissed him all the way down his happy trail, breathing in his scent. I pulled his shorts and underwear off, smiling at what I was about to work with. He was nice and warm, ready to be taken care of.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I groped him.
I started sucking, enjoying the way he filled my mouth. He went silent, his head leaning back and his mouth open. His eyebrows scrunched as he let out a deep breath. My mouth quickly filled up with saliva as I picked up the pace.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I breathed.
“What do you mean?” he panicked. “Did I accidentally cum?”
I laughed. “No, I just mean your pheromones.”
I laid down beside him then bit his earlobe playfully. “Would you like to finger me?” I whispered.
He froze. “I don’t know what that means. I’ve never done that before.”
“Would you like me to show you?”
He nodded. It was clear he was extremely nervous, looking up at the ceiling rather than my eyes.
I spread my bare legs wide open. “Okay, first, you’re going to place your finger in between my slit.”
“I don’t know what a slit is or where it is.”
“Have you ever seen a picture or drawing of one?”
“No.”
“Okay, no problem.” I grabbed his hand, showing him which finger felt best, then guided it down to my pussy.
His eyes moved rapidly as he touched me.
“Okay,” I moaned, “now just focus on the clit which could be found right at the top of the slit.”
“Woah!” he said as he quickly found the little pea.
My body twitched uncontrollably and I was barely able to speak. “Great, you’re doing awesome,” I said. “Now, make circles with your finger.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, “just like that.” I thrusted my hips into him then told him to slide his finger into the hole.
Again, he froze.
“Are you comfortable with that?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” he said, “I just don’t know where to go. You’re going to have to guide me again.”
“No worries.” My hand was still on top of his, I pressed my middle finger down on his and found the hole for him.
“Right there,” I moaned as I arched my back, feeling inch by inch go in.
His eyes widened.
“Are you sure?” he asked as I stuck his finger in further. “I feel like this would hurt.”
“I’m positive,” I said, “it feels amazing.”
“You’re shaking,” he whispered.
My words were starting to sound choppy. “Yeah, that’s how you know I like it.”
He shoved it all of the way in then blurted, “Oh my god! It feels like a mouth!”
We busted out laughing. “Yeah, it does.”
He felt self conscious, thinking I was somehow bringing myself down to meet him at his level by teaching him how to please a woman. I, on the other hand, didn’t realize how much fun I would have and how wet I would become from the experience. He thanked me over and over again but I reassured him I was getting off on it just as much as he was.
It came time to fuck. I showed him the main positions: doggy, missionary with my legs on his shoulders, spooning and of course riding. He got the hang of it really fast but I could tell he didn’t expect it to require so much stamina. There were moments an animalistic version of him would come out, such as grabbing my leg and pinning it underneath his arm as he thrusted hard into me.
After we banged, I wanted him to give me a tattoo so he brought his equipment into the motel room. On the spot I decided I wanted a triple crown tattoo with just the simple logos of the long distance trails. I stood on a chair as I studied my body in the mirror deciding where I wanted to put it. Figured my forearm would be a great spot.
He looked at me in the mirror, starstruck. “You’re like a model,” he said. “I’m in a motel room with a hiker celebrity I just banged and about to tattoo her while she’s completely naked. If my 23 year old version saw me right now, he would be so proud. It really doesn’t get any better than this.”
I kissed him. “You’re so hot,” I said.
“Not even close to how hot you are. You are so out of my league.”
“You need to give yourself way more credit,” I said as I kissed him.
He sat on the couch then pulled up a small table. He had me sit on my knees then I gave him my forearm and he went at it with the tattoo gun. I was surprised it only took a couple of minutes! I was so stoked with the outcome. It looked like a shitty tattoo one would get in prison, but just the perfect amount of hiker trash. I will cherish it forever.