Road Walking the CDT, Hint of Danger and Flirting with Rock Climbers

MM 169.3:

     Skylar made me some french toast early in the morning. Afterwards, I sat on his lap in my undies and a t-shirt while he wore his indigo robe. He showed me pictures of the cabin he had just bought. I was so happy to witness the way his direction in life changed, now more in alignment with what made him apparently happy.

     Later in the morning, I decided to hike a 12ish mile section of the CDT to keep my hiker legs in tact. I had taken the Walnut Creek Alternate last year, so figured I would hike the red line and head south back into Silver City to see some new scenery, instead.

     It felt blissful to be in the desert again after hiking the green forest of the AT and a gift for my mind to be able to trek upon the sandy, rocky terrain. I thrived in the heat of the sun, feeling my skin open up and my breath deepen to a meditative rhythm. I ended up getting lost for a couple of miles due to following old CDT blazes. I laughed and thought to myself, Oh, the good old CDT.

     After our playtime, I went to hangout at the Little Toad Brewery as I heard there was a pre Trail Days party—figured it would be fun to meet some current CDT hiker boys. A couple of minutes into being there, someone tapped on my shoulder. When I turned around, I was surprised to find it was Knee Melter! The last time I saw him was last year in East Glacier—never would have expected him to be there. We got to catch up on our latest adventures—he now had a couple of new girlfriends he was seeing, so he wasn’t open to making love with me, no matter how much I begged.

     Then, I met one of my readers named Sparra who was finishing the NM portion of the CDT. I had been following along on his journey for quite some time, too. Although we never met in the physical as of yet, it seemed as if we had already understood each other quite a bit. He was very helpful in holding space for me when I was feeling down. We had also sent each other dirty videos and pictures of ourselves over the past year.

     I had sent him a dirty video of myself when I was hiking earlier in the morning and he got offended and said he had a girlfriend.

     Caught off guard, I said, “Oops! Had no idea.”

     When I saw him at the brewery and he met me in person, he apologized and said, “You know, she’s not really my girlfriend,” followed by, “what happens on trail, stays on trail.”

     A few minutes later, a cute guy caught my eye amongst all the other hiker trash. I noticed we had both been glancing over at each other for quite some time. I studied his energy and movements before I went in for the kill.

     I sat on the floor amongst some hikers and stared at him making conversation with someone. He was less than a couple of feet in front of me and I was making it extremely known through my eyes that I wanted to remove his shorts right then and there. Every time he would make eye contact, I would slowly scan my eyes down to his cock, as if removing his clothes. I was fucking him in my mind and I knew he could feel it.

     As I stood up to go talk to him, Sparra suddenly stepped in front of me as he was trying to come in for a hug. Tipsy, he accidentally interlaced his foot with mine and caused me to trip and fall backwards. I fell directly on top of an orange traffic cone which almost went up my ass. My tush hit the concrete and my legs flailed open.

     Our mouths agape, Sparra joked, “Awe, you fell for me!”

     I laughed at the hilarity of the movie like moments I apparently experienced. Such as, wanting to make a move on a hot guy, but then ending up embarrassing myself, instead.

     After I laughed it off, I approached him again. His body opened up towards me, showing me he was interested in my presence.

     “I noticed you were looking at me,” he said.

     “Yeah,” I responded, “it’s cause I thought you were cute.”

     “Mm, yeah, you make it very obvious when you’re interested in someone,” he said.

     He smiled and we got to talking about the typical trail adventures we were on. He asked what I did for a living and I told him how I made dresses inspired by my love for shibari. He knew exactly what shibari was and proceeded to tell me he was a professional rock climber.

     My face flushed while I looked at him coyly and asked, “Oh yeah?”

     I knew that we were both envisioning the way I would look covered in his rock climbing ropes.

     “I love the way you make such intense direct eye contact with me,” he said, “feels like a drug.”

     I told him how most people couldn’t handle it. He experienced the same perception, himself.

     He smiled and said, “Do you want to ask or should I?”

     “You,” I said.

     He handed me his phone so I could put in my phone number. I expressed slight disappointment through my facial expression.

     He goes, “What were you gonna ask?”

     I really wanted to ask if he would tie me up behind the building.

     “Something along those lines,” I said.

     After we exchanged information, I went on a walk to decompress from all the fast-like energy. It seemed there was always a point where I would experience intense overwhelm after being in a crowd of people.

     After some time, I came back to the brewery and saw Bud, so we exchanged some smiles and a quick conversation. Zulu came around the corner and walked directly by me. We both turned around and exchanged a smile. I felt he was inviting me to follow him and so I did.

     “You want to play a game of pool with me?” he asked.

     I said yes, but warned him that I sucked. The irony was I ended up winning three of the games we played. As we played, we built tension with every glance. So much so, that it seemed as if we were having sex in front of everyone in the room.

     As he was handing me the cue stick, he locked eyes with me and whispered, “You’re tempting.”

     So I’ve been told, I thought.

     He put cue chalk on the tip of the stick and said, “Mm, there’s so many things I want to say to you.”

     “Just say it,” I said with yearning eyes.

     He glided his fingertips through the back of my head and pulled my hair back with an air of domination.

     Then, he placed his lips against my ear and whispered, “I want to taste the fuck out of your pussy.”

     Oh my GOD. I loved when a man wasn’t afraid to touch me or make bold moves on me. He teased me with his eyes and movements the entire time we played our rounds. I felt I could feel droplets of my cum dripping down my leg, convinced I would orgasm just by being in his presence.

     He bent over to get the cue ball that fell in the pocket. While doing so, he lifted the hem of my shirt and flirtatiously bit my abdomen. Then, he grabbed my inner thigh and I felt the drool spill from my bottom lip. Instinctually, I pulled his hair, letting him know how aroused he was making me feel.

     I felt I was high—everything was vibrant and colorful. The music in the background felt as if it slowed. It was in that moment I realized how much I enjoyed being single. I loved when I was alone and I could just do what I wanted. I didn’t feel limited to any of my apparent experiences. I didn’t feel I had to alter the way I moved around or the things I wanted to say. I could just be sexually free and no one could tell me how I had to be/behave.

     “Do you want to go on a walk with me?” I asked.

     “Very much,” he said.

     We started walking back to his room at the motel and he asked if there was anything I wanted to share with him. I made it clear I was not interested in dating and that I strictly want to have some sexual fun. I told him I had multiple lovers. He perked up and asked if I wanted to share someone with him. I said yes!

     “Do you want it to be a guy or a girl?” he asked.

     “Guy,” I said.

     “Mm, good,” he goes.

     Just the thought of a guy feeling so open to play with another guy made me so hot and got me all riled up. We said we would look for someone after he got his way with me first.

     Less than a quarter mile to the motel, he pulled me aside and pinned me up against a wall in an alley. He started kissing me, moving his hand up my neck, choking me with his strong masculine grip. I could feel the calluses on his hands and fingertips from his time spent rock climbing—made my pussy crave the dirt from underneath his nails.