Climbing the mountain at night reveals

During a chance hike, I discovered a perfect spot for outdoor exposure. Here's what happened: One day, as we came down from the summit, it was already dark. Many people were coming down, and quite a few were going up. I observed the crowd; couples were frequently seen among the climbers, and most were wearing skirts, many of them short skirts. I quietly remarked to my girlfriend, "Why are so many people wearing short skirts hiking?" My wife smiled knowingly. Although it was dark, the faint moonlight and the occasional light from cell phones suggested the couples were well-prepared. I was so excited! What a wonderful place! Mountains, water, steps, pavilions—under the cover of night, something seemed destined to happen.

After our last hike, I'd often suggested outdoor exposure to my wife. Finally, she agreed, saying we could try it. We started discussing and preparing. We set off on a Saturday evening, a hike of about 6 kilometers. When we left our place, I asked her to wear a thin, semi-transparent gauze dress (bought online on the spot), but I wanted her to go without underwear. She absolutely refused, saying she knew people in the neighborhood and was afraid of running into them. So I agreed. But even wearing her pink underwear was quite arousing; you could clearly see the color and pattern of her underwear through the dress as we walked. We were like thieves when we left home, trembling with fear, afraid of running into acquaintances. Later, after getting on the bus, we both relaxed. We stood near the door, her arm linked with mine. I noticed everyone on the bus, men and women alike, was glancing at us. My wife blushed and leaned on my shoulder. I was so excited! I guess my wife was nervous too; this outfit was a significant improvement for my rather conservative wife.

After getting off the car, my wife whispered to me that she was all wet down there. We started our hike as planned. At the foot of the mountain, we found a secluded spot and took off our underwear. Under the cover of darkness and the pattern of our clothes, we were barely visible from four meters away. We blended into the crowd going uphill and walked slowly. Suddenly, a young man coming down the mountain turned on his phone's flashlight and came from the opposite direction. Oh no! My wife nervously gripped my hand, keeping her head down and walking close to her inner thigh. As the flashlight passed by, we both quickened our pace slightly, but I could still see my wife's protruding nipples out of the corner of my eye, even their entire outline, and her mysterious triangle area. One of the people coming down the mountain seemed to have noticed something, staring intently at her. Luckily, we soon reached our first destination, a set of steps at a side path, a path almost no one used. We went in, and my wife seemed much more relaxed, telling me that the water had reached her heels.

As planned, my wife took off her clothes and started a naked hike. She walked ahead while I followed behind on the steps. I couldn't resist touching her warm, dripping crotch, but I resisted because we hadn't reached our destination yet. This part of the naked hike was so exciting; the surroundings were so quiet except for the sound of our footsteps, allowing us to fully experience nature. Near the end of the steps, my wife put on her second outfit: a light-colored pencil skirt and a white blouse, buttoned only up to her chest, clinging to her skin, and bright high heels. Ahead was the halfway point rest area with shops and restaurants. My wife and I were going to a convenience store to buy some snacks. We pretended not to know each other and went into the small supermarket separately. She picked out the snacks herself. One task was to bend over for five seconds while picking them out, with her backside facing me so I could see her breasts. Then, when paying, the snacks fell to the ground, and she had to squat down to pick them up, making sure the cashier or someone else could see her large breasts. After we finished shopping, we ate snacks and chatted at the self-service table in front of the supermarket. We sat side by side, with my wife's legs spread at a 30-degree angle. There was a group of people taking pictures opposite us. This seemingly unintentional act of showing off was so clever. Her ignorance fueled her excitement and served as a cover.

I noticed the occasional furtive glances they stole; I was sure they could vaguely see me, but were too shy to look directly at me. We both saw this and felt a strange sense of satisfaction. After a short rest, we headed towards our final destination—not the mountaintop, but a place with babbling streams and clean, wide waterways. That was our carefully chosen final stop. We grew increasingly excited as we walked, anticipating even more exciting things to come. We walked until we saw the stream, with clean sand beside it and waist-deep water. It was summer, and we'd climbed all this way, so we decided to go for a bath. Another reason was that no one bathed there at night; during the day, there was a queue. We reached the water's edge, stripped naked, and felt incredibly liberated, surrounded by trees in the mountains. She used her slender hands to bathe me in the water, and I stood there feeling a little like a prince. Finally, we embraced, welcoming the water cascading down from above—it was so cool, so comfortable, so exhilarating! After washing up, my wife put on some clothes and walked along the path for a while. However, there were many weeds, so it wasn't very safe. I suggest not going to places with lots of weeds at night to avoid getting hurt.

We arrived at a place with many large rocks. On the other side of the rocks, some people were taking pictures, and we could clearly hear them talking. In the distance, the entire brightly lit city stretched out below us. At this point, my wife changed into her last outfit (a sexy lingerie set). Since this place was safe enough, she let loose with all her lingerie. She took the little monster she had prepared in her bag, attached its tail, and that was our final destination. Looking at this beautiful city, we had sex under the night sky on the mountain, pushing this exhibitionist trip to its climax.

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