An outing

I had arranged to camp in Nanshan with my old friends Lao Wan and Xiao Zhou over the weekend. After getting everything ready, we set off early Saturday morning.
We arrived at the village we had planned to visit around noon, parked the car at a local's house, and then the three of us, each with our girlfriends, shouldered our large backpacks and headed into the mountains.
The early summer countryside was exceptionally refreshing, the air filled with the scent of fresh earth. Various wildflowers were blooming in profusion, and the lush green grass danced happily in the wind. Some small, unidentified reptiles were busy at work. The six of us chatted and laughed, our formation constantly shifting. At first, the three girls were busy picking flowers, then huddled together comparing them. Soon, each of them held a bunch of colorful flowers they didn't know the names of. The three men walked together, chatting about their recent experiences and expressing their feelings. As we walked, the group changed again. The three men separated, and the three girls each returned to their boyfriends, whispering sweet nothings.
But the good weather didn't last long. The sky, which had been sunny just moments before, suddenly turned into a raging storm with flying sand and stones, and dark clouds gathered. Based on our experience, a rainstorm was imminent. We quickly surveyed the terrain and found that this place was not suitable for camping because it was on a muddy slope. If the rain was too heavy, a mudslide could occur, which would be dangerous. About 400 meters ahead at the 10 o'clock position, there was a place surrounded by cliffs on three sides, which would protect us from the wind, mud, and lightning. It was a more ideal spot, so we quickly moved towards it.
"Ahhh!" Everyone heard my girlfriend scream. In her haste, she had dropped my water bottle, which, propelled by the wind, rolled rapidly down the slope. My heart leaped into my throat. This wasn't just any water bottle; I'd shamelessly swindled it from a friend, even paying for a beautiful black pottery piece and 400 yuan, plus a hefty meal. This bottle was a piece of equipment my friend, an import/export businessman, had bought from the US, smuggled in among imported machinery. It was standard issue gear for the Navy SEALs, numbered—absolutely genuine. To us hikers, it was a treasure. Watching it roll down the slope, I was heartbroken. I yelled at my girlfriend as I chased after it. My girlfriend, already feeling guilty, felt even more humiliated by my outburst and angrily followed Lao Wan and the others towards the campsite.
The water bottle bounced and tumbled for a good 500 meters before finally landing in a small gully and disappearing from my sight. I scrambled over and finally retrieved it. To my relief, it was military-grade, durable, without a single scratch. I looked up at Lao Wan and the others; they were almost at their destination. Then I smelled a strong earthy scent in the air; it must have rained somewhere nearby. I looked back and saw white raindrops already falling on the opposite hillside. The enemy was pounding the ground violently, and the battle line was rapidly approaching me. Looking back at Lao Wan and the others, they were already busily setting up tents. At this point, they were about 1,000 meters away from me. It would take at least 20 minutes to climb over such a steep slope against the strong wind to meet them. Time was obviously running out. I quickly surveyed the terrain. About 20 meters away from me, on the side of the slope, there was a small depression made up of several huge rocks. There should be a suitable place there. Without further ado, I quickly approached it.
When I arrived at the spot, it wasn't bad. A rock about 1.7 meters high was positioned at a 70-degree angle, blocking the view. Below it was a flat surface measuring 1.8 meters by 1.3 meters, with a few large rocks on either side. Although it was a bit cramped, I couldn't worry about that now. I took off my backpack, took out a small pickaxe, hammer, nails, tent, rope, and other tools, and quickly got to work. Large raindrops had already begun to fall sparsely. I knew this was just the prelude to a heavy rain, and soon the place would be flooded. Fortunately, I'm an experienced camper, and the tent was quickly set up. I unzipped it and crawled inside, gear and all. When I zipped it back up, the rain was pouring down. Luckily, because I was quite agile, only my outer clothes got wet; my inner layers remained relatively dry. I picked up my phone and called Lao Wan. Due to the poor signal, I didn't hear a complete sentence for a long time, but we understood each other's situation from the few words we exchanged: everything was okay.
I laid out the moisture-proof mat and then spread my sleeping bag flat on the ground. Lying on it felt fairly comfortable. Then, the rain, driven by the strong wind, was pounding wildly against the tent, and the light became very dim. I checked and found no leaks, so I lit the vaporizer, took out my CD player, put on my headphones, and found a geography magazine. I lay down quietly to read, waiting for the rain to stop.
After a while, the rain showed no sign of stopping. I put down the book, listened to music, closed my eyes, and prepared to take a nap to recharge. After all, there was still some time before nightfall, and I still had to travel a while before I could actually set up camp. Suddenly, I felt something heavy pounding against my tent. Judging from the shadow that came in, it looked like an animal. I sat up abruptly, pulling out a dagger from my calf. This dagger was American, Marine Corps equipment, capable of easily slicing a one-dollar coin in half. Just then, I heard a voice, like someone asking for help. My first thought was that my girlfriend had come looking for me. I thought to myself, "That silly girl, why isn't she staying put in this heavy rain? Why is she running around like that?" I quickly unzipped the tent, and with a whoosh, she and the rain poured in. I didn't care about anything else, and quickly zipped it up again. After checking everything, I turned around and saw—ah! It was a strange girl! Her disheveled appearance after being soaked by the rain was quite pitiful. Then she spoke: "Brother, I'm sorry, can I take shelter from the rain here for a while?"
What could I say? Besides, she was already inside, and I couldn't just kick her out. Besides, I noticed she was actually quite pretty, with a special kind of charm. Normally, on the street, let alone talking to her at such close range, even glancing at her would probably get me a dirty look. I said, "Okay, you can stay here." But even so, the tent was still too small. It would be fine with my girlfriend and me, but being with such a strange woman was a bit awkward. After getting my permission, she stopped talking, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. The main problem was that my tent was very small and low. Lying down was relatively comfortable, but sitting was difficult; my head was practically touching the top of the tent, and the rain was pattering down on us. I couldn't sit up completely, and lying down felt too embarrassing. I tried to prop myself up with my elbows, but any movement... When I bumped into her, she tried to move aside to make room, but she had nowhere else to go. We tentatively tried to find a suitable spot for each other, but to no avail. Just as we were struggling, I suddenly heard her laugh. I looked at her, and she quickly suppressed her laughter, though she seemed to be trying to hold it in. Our eyes met, and we both burst into laughter. The atmosphere immediately lightened. She said, "..." I slapped my forehead. "Look at my blockhead, I don't know how to be gentle with a lady!" Okay, I'll close my eyes. So I lay down. "You're not allowed to peek." "I promise," I said, closing my eyes. She also turned her back to me and took off her clothes. I'm a normal man, how could I have such self-control in such a confined space, facing a beautiful young woman? After confirming that she had her back to me, I quietly opened my eyes. Her back was so beautiful—fair and smooth, with a small cleavage running from top to bottom into her low-rise jeans. Water droplets slid down her shoulder-length hair, silently trickling down her back. As she wrung out the rainwater from her shirt, she told me she was an art student, out sketching with her teacher. She had gone to a secluded spot to relieve herself when it suddenly started pouring rain. When she returned, she couldn't find me anywhere. Just as she was feeling helpless, she discovered me setting up a tent here and ran over. And then... She barged in, completely absorbed in admiring the beautiful woman before me. Seeing my silence, she seemed to realize something, shifting her head slightly and glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I immediately felt uneasy and was about to close my eyes, but then I thought, why should I be so prim and proper? She's an art student; she might be quite open-minded. Besides, in this atmosphere, it's hard to avoid trouble. If she'd encountered a pervert, she would have been taken advantage of. Can't I just look? She observed me for a moment, and seeing no reaction, she didn't say anything more. Instead, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it down. Wow! What a beautiful, pristine body! My penis started to stir, a small tent involuntarily forming between my legs. She laughed, "Have you looked enough? Didn't we agree you'd close your eyes?" "I did." "You closed them? Then what's this?" she asked, pointing to my erection. Holy crap! How dare she try to seduce me? How could I be so detached from worldly affairs! I sat up abruptly, pulled her close, and pressed my lips tightly against hers. She didn't resist, but she didn't reciprocate either; she just quietly looked at me with her eyes open. I ignored her, pressed my right hand against her soft breast, and pinched her clitoris between my fingers. Her body jerked, her eyes fixed, and she made a soft sound from deep within her mouth. Her tongue began to actively respond to me, and her eyes slowly closed. My hands quickened their pace. One hand wasn't enough, so I turned and pinned her down, pressing my lips firmly against hers. My hands caressed her entire body, from her fingertips to her arms, shoulders, neck, and torso. I had to speed things up, otherwise, once the rain stopped, Lao Wan and the others would make their move, and then we'd be exposed. My hands traced her abdomen, trying to reach her private parts, but because she was wearing jeans and had been soaked in the rain, they were very tight, and she wasn't cooperating, so I made no progress after a while. When she saw me, she couldn't help but laugh again, "Why don't you take them off?" Damn it! Want to challenge me? I stood up and stripped completely naked. My little brother had transformed into an indestructible giant cannon, its muzzle aimed at the seemingly delicate girl before me. "Aww..." Seeing this giant cannon, she couldn't help but reach out and grab it, rubbing it back and forth with her breasts. Wow, so comfortable, so amazing! I whispered, begging her, "Take your clothes off too." She smiled and nodded. I stepped back a little, and she laboriously pulled them off along with her underwear. I was instantly incredibly excited. I spread her legs with my hands and admired her. It was truly a beautiful vulva, the little fleshy mound bulging, with a few sparse yellow hairs growing on it. Below the mound was a small opening, the outermost layer being the labia majora, a light yellowish-brown color with a few wrinkles, inside which were the labia minora. It was pink, with a clitoris the same flesh color as her skin, and a clean anus at the bottom. It looked so small and delicate, a truly rare find. I stroked it, reaching out to kiss it, but she burst into laughter. She flipped me over, pinning me beneath her, laughing as she smoothed her hair. I assumed she liked the woman-on-top position and was about to enjoy myself when she did something that surprised me. She turned around, unzipped her tent, and ran into the rain, laughing. Turning back to see me standing there, she waved and said, "Man, aren't you coming? Look how beautiful it is here! So exciting, so romantic! Come on!" Damn! No wonder she studied art; she has so many creative ideas. But I was a little hesitant to go out because she was standing right in Lao Wan's and the others' line of sight. Although the distance was far and the rain obscured the view, what if the rain stopped and my girlfriend found out? That would be a disaster. As I hesitated, I heard her shout again, "Come on, aren't you scared?" "Damn! I was burning with lust at that moment, and I didn't care about anything else. I plunged into the rain. When she saw me come out, she turned and ran, and I chased after her.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and we ran and chased each other naked in the rain, bursting into laughter from time to time. Finally, I caught her and threw her onto a smooth rock. We were both soaked, with rainwater, sweat, and mud. Amid the rumbling thunder and the torrential rain, we were both unusually quiet, looking at each other. Suddenly, she grabbed my hair with both hands and pressed her lips against mine. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and lifted her up. She cooperated by wrapping her legs around my waist. My mouth broke free from her lips and I kissed her desperately." I kissed and tore at her breasts and clitoris, while she lay on her back, mouth open, screaming excitedly as she caught the torrential rain in her mouth. Her petite body, enveloped by my strong, 1.88-meter frame, was so alluring. After playing with her breasts to my heart's content, I grabbed her waist and flipped her 180 degrees in the air. Her legs flailing upwards in the rain, while my head buried between her thighs, my tongue deep inside her vagina, churning wildly. She screamed frantically. Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my waist and my legs went weak; I almost fell. She had taken my large penis into her mouth and was sucking and stroking it with all her might, her bodily fluids mingling with the rainwater. It entered my mouth, a taste I can't describe. My body touched hers; outwardly, she was rather thin, but holding her, she felt incredibly fleshy. Her skin was so smooth. With the rain, I gradually couldn't hold her any longer. I flipped her over and pressed her against the rock, sealing her mouth with my lips. At the same time, my penis began its assault. Because my hands were supporting her body, my penis encountered resistance at the vaginal opening, which was dry from the rain. Then she offered a helping hand, pinching my penis between two fingers. The artillery, having received clear direction, began its full-scale attack, first entering the labia majora. Because they were relatively loose, there was no resistance. On the contrary, it provided the artillery with an invaluable position, ensuring that the giant cannons would not deviate from their course. Next was the labia minora, where the attack was hindered due to the lack of lubricant. However, after repeated adjustments to the angle and the timely arrival of lubricant, the troops were able to continue their advance. During the attack, the clitoris also tried to come out to block, but it was ultimately futile and ended up being ravaged and destroyed. The bright red flesh was pulled out from time to time under the thrusting of the giant rod. The 20-centimeter-long barrel was fully inserted each time, and the head of the barrel would violently strike the clitoris inside each time. Each time it was withdrawn, some white fluid was brought out. This white fluid was washed away by the rain and left outside the body, unable to return to its lubricating function.
Ah! Ah! Ah! The woman's body was completely breached. She screamed and gasped, the sounds of their bodies colliding and raindrops mingling together. I felt her body contracting intensely, convulsing. Clearly, she had reached her climax. But perhaps because she was young and healthy, she didn't stop. On the contrary, I felt the pleasure getting closer and closer. I was about to ejaculate, but seeing how much fun she was having, how could I give up now? I pulled out my huge penis, put her on the ground, and made her stand up. She obediently stuck her buttocks up. My penis was ready to continue its assault, but before it reached its destination, it was stopped by her hand. Her small hand guided my huge penis to her blooming little chrysanthemum. Damn, I've never had anal sex before! This is so amazing!
The entry went relatively smoothly. It was tighter and more comfortable here than the previous battlefield. I thrust vigorously, and she seemed to enjoy it even more. Her cries grew louder, almost like a frantic scream. Her body trembled more violently, and her legs could no longer support her weight. I had to remove my hands from her breasts and clamp them around her buttocks. Finally, she screamed and calmed down. I continued my work, pleasure spreading through my body. I yelled and increased the frequency, the pleasure coursing through my entire body. My screams stimulated her as well. She desperately tried to meet my thrusts, her mouth uttering cries again. Finally, we calmed down, leaving only heavy breathing. The rain was still pouring down. We embraced and kissed each other, occasionally revealing tired but happy smiles. I got up and picked her up. She nestled against my neck like a little bird. We strolled into the tent and continued kissing.
The rain gradually stopped, and we helped each other get dressed. I was holding her underwear in my hand; she tried to take it, but I wouldn't. We gently wrestled and kissed, until finally she gave up. The small silk panties fell into my large backpack. She said, "You have to buy me a new one."
I said, "Okay, where should I take you?"
"I already said."
"What's your name?"
"I won't tell you. You can definitely find me if you want, as long as you're sincere. I'm leaving."
"Bye-bye."
"I love you. Although it seems funny, I really do love you, from the moment I met you."
"I..."
I was about to speak when she reached out and covered my mouth. "You won't love me. Men don't love that fast, haha. Goodbye, my love."
She touched my penis again: "Goodbye, brave big guy." After taking a few steps, she turned back and blew me a kiss: "Goodbye, you two." I stood there blankly, reaching out my hand, wanting to say goodbye, but before I could even speak, she had already disappeared into the path hidden by the trees. Yes, I might not love her, but I definitely loved her little pussy. Ever since my first encounter with a woman, I've been with countless women, but I've never seen such a small and exquisite pussy. I truly longed to conquer her again.
At that moment, a curved rainbow rose from the opposite mountain ridge, and a flock of happy birds flew freely beneath it. My heart soared with the birds' joy and freedom. Just then, Lao Wan and the others were packing their bags, preparing to leave. The three girls were calling out to me loudly. I raised my hand in response, then went to pack the tent. I picked up the white silk panties, held them to my nose, and smelled them deeply, muttering to myself, "Wait for my darling, I'll come find you soon." (
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