Vegas was half asleep when I started touching him in the morning. I got off on the feeling of him growing in my hand as I jerked him slowly. I was drenched listening to his moans and feeling the way he would thrust his hips into the air, wishing my pussy could take its place. His veins pulsing when he was ready to release. I spurted juices with him as I made him cum in the heat of my hand.
“That’s the best way to wake up in the morning,” he groaned.
We got cleaned up then he took me out to highway 95 near Poison Spring Benches where he would join me for a couple of miles. He was the ultimate trail angel as he carried my heavy ass pack for the stretch. I got us lost nearly immediately so we had to rock scramble up to a dirt track.
“How do you do this with such a heavy backpack?” he yelled. “How did you do these climbs?!”
I laughed my ass off because the hill we were scrambling up was as simple as it got. “I should’ve known,” I said, “if the walking is too easy, then you’re most likely not on the Hayduke.”
We hugged and parted ways at one of the junctions. He thanked me for the love marks I left all over his neck. I felt so grateful for the time we had spent together, both of us already looking forward to the next time we could play. I really paid attention to how I felt around people and with him things felt easy/natural. I never felt as if I had to put up some sort of facade.
Hiking was better than usual today. I was able to push bigger miles since it was much cooler and there were actually some clouds. I was also following the path of a dirt road so that made things feel heavenly. I knew it wouldn’t last long on the Hayduke so I took in the experience with gratitude.
The climb up to the pass was steep, however it was soon met with shade from the aspens and pines. A guy gave me a lift and even offered me some water.
“I have 20 gallons,” he said.
“Oh my god.” I didn’t have it in me to carry any more liters but I drank as much as I could to hydrate myself.
It seemed we were heading in the same general direction for the night so I asked if he wanted to camp together and he said yes! We were both excited to finally have a camping buddy because we were both used to traveling solo.
We arrived at the trailhead where it was an out and back summit of Mount Ellen—the high point of the Hayduke. It was important for me to hike it before I went to the campground.
“Would you like to join me?” I asked.
He was super open to it as long as we took our time. He was an older gentleman so he had a bit of trouble ascending, especially because of the elevation. We were going about a mile an hour. Eventually I told him I would just run up there and then back down. I was grateful for the ideal weather and for being able to leave my pack in his car.
Then, we scored on a campsite that had a scenic view of the desert mountain ridges. We were protected by aspens that were just beginning to turn. He offered me a chair to sit on and a table to make food on. He opened up a pantry and said I could have anything I wanted.
“You’re a trail Angel,” I said. “Are you familiar with that term?”
He smiled and said, “Yes I am.”
Tonight was the first time I pulled out all of my warm gear—my wool socks and fractal leggings. We watched the sunset and he told me to think about what I wanted to eat for breakfast. I had the choice of eggs and sausages or pancakes with syrup. I needed a moment of silence because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I never expected to eat my favorite foods on top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Then, I spotted a box of cream of wheat.
“You have cream of wheat?!”
“You know what cream of wheat is?!” he asked. “I didn’t even offer that because most people don’t know what it is.”
“It’s my favorite! I grew up eating it. Lithuanians love it.” I picked up the box. “Not going to lie, it looks pretty disgusting judging by the picture. If I didn’t know how good it tasted I would never buy it in a store.”
He laughed. “Yeah, it’s something people would eat during the 1930s Great Depression.”