I love hiking. I love being out in the great outdoors, alone and in nature. My problems are more minute there. Further away. With every step I feel like I have control over my destiny and the ability to change anything. Apart from my body functions I suppose. On Saturday I went on a hike I had been excited for and looking forward to. With nothing demanding my attention and no responsibilities popping up I excitedly put on my boots and headed out.

The trail is one that winds like a snake through these hills. A small stream bed intercepts at places and during heavy rain you might get your feet wet. But there was little to no water in the stream on Saturday. The sun burned my skin and warmed my neck as I trudged along. I had been good bringing plenty of water but even in the heat you still got to pee. I had been hiking for a few hours at this point, the last person I had seen was 30 mins ago at least and I was sure no one was nearby. Stepping slightly off the trail (i didn't want to damage the habitat that badly) I pulled myself off and relived myself. Just as I finished I heard the crunch of feet on the grainy soil and turned to see a trail runner. She was slender and dark haired with a sheen of perpetration. She wore a white tank top that hugged her chest and exposed her belly button and black short shorts above her red thighs. And she had seen me. Seen my dick.

We froze like animals caught in high beams before I gained my senses and shoved myself back into my shorts mumbled an apology and swiftly walked away... My mind keeps coming back to it though. What if I had stayed put and let her take her fill of my cock out in the wild. I guess we will never know...