Blood Mountain Boner

My wife and I were hiking the Appalachian Trail. When planning the trip I had reserved a cabin for our final night of this section. After being in the woods for a week ending in a place with a bed and a shower seemed appropriate. It had a grill and I had wine, beer and steaks delivered.

After showering we were hanging around in shorts and t shirts having some drinks waiting for time to cook. There was a journal in the cabin for visitors to fill out and she began to read it. Oh my God, she said, you have to read this. I came and sat down beside her and we read one of the most erotic stories written by a previous visitor about their sexual endeavors in the cabin, the shower and outside on the deck after dark, including oral, anal, mutual masturbation and intercourse. They had done it all and had been at it all weekend, which the writer relayed in very graphic detail.

Before long the bulge in my shorts was unmistakable. I put one hand in her shorts and she was already very moist. We threw the journal to the side and instantly we were all over each other, ripping off our clothes and tugging at each others bodies. Quickly she had my penis in her hot mouth sucking madly. I twisted her around and began licking her in a 69 position. I was getting close and starting to moan and she said, " I want you to cum inside me!" I flipped around so I was sitting on the couch and she straddled me, bouncing up and down on my dick that was as hard as Kryptonite. I came so hard I thought I would stop breathing. She wasn't there yet, but not to worry, that boner wasn't going down any time soon. After a few more minutes she reached a very satisfying climax.

We showered together, which got me hard again as it always does. We sat around the cabin naked. I only put on shorts to go out and grill the steaks. After dinner, we did it again in the bed and then slept together naked. The next morning I woke up with a massive boner, as usual. As was our practice in those days we always had sex in the morning, which we did and then hiked out of Blood Mountain to our car.

Years later I discovered Solotouch. It's so much like the journal that got us hot before and I joined immediately. Writing stories is almost as big a turn-on as reading them.