The woman in the red bandanna kept catching my eye.

She was the hottest one by far among the group we were leading up into the high forest on a daytime walking tour. And the youngest, too. She was much closer to my own age of 30. Unlike the other matronly types on the tour, she took to the physical activity with zest, striding up the trail and flashing her shapely bare legs. I liked how her hiking shorts molded her tight little butt, and the way her breasts pushed out against the flannel shirt she had tied in a knot at her navel.

She made my cock stir, but, of course, I had my hands full getting the others up the mountain, as did the other guides. The women all belonged to some society group, and it wouldn’t do for me to be flirting with one of their number. So I settled for secret ogling of the red bandanna babe.

The day was bright and warm, and the woods were as splendid as they always were. The ladies ooohed and aaahed appropriately at the scenery, asking questions about the flora and fauna. We gave them our spiels, as learned area experts.

We paused at the area’s highest point, where many of the trails cut away into the trees. It was easy to get lost up there if you didn’t have a map or know your way around. My fellow guides would lead the party on a nice safe loop through the preserve, then back down the hill to the bus in the parking lot.

I was giving a speech about the forest’s history when I saw the woman in the bandanna circling slowly behind the others, who were paying rapt attention to me. The other guides were busy passing around canteens of water.

The woman was moving with slinky steps, lifting and flexing her legs as she stretched them out. I realized with a start that she was staring at me with a big grin. She stopped, turned, and, without the others seeing, ran her hands up her thighs, onto her flat belly — then up under her shirt!

Shocked, I watched her hands move up to her tits. She was feeling herself up as she grinned back at me! Somehow I managed to stay coherent, even as desire shot through me. It was everything I could do not to get a blazing hard-on right in front of all those prim and proper ladies.

Red bandanna girl kept it up, now moving one hand down to rub blatantly at the crotch of her shorts. She waggled her tongue at me. It was like she was yelling: “Come over here and fuck me!”

I was pretty flustered at the end of my little talk, after which we resumed our venture into the woods. I desperately wanted to get over to that saucy show-off, to at least sidle up and trade a personal hello with her. But she seemed to slip away into the crowd whenever I moved toward her. Plus, the older women kept asking me questions.

There was no getting away from the job I had to do. The ladies had to be guided along, their needs adequately met. The charitable society they belonged to helped fund the nature preserve, and their patronage was valued and necessary.

So I bit the bullet, with images of that hot woman touching herself burning in my brain all the while. I would find time to talk to her, even if I had to wait until we got everybody down to the bus again. Man, I wanted to kiss, lick and fuck her, and her behavior suggested she’d like that as well.

Eventually, we had made our circuit of the wooded mountaintop and started back downhill. The large gaggle of ladies seemed pleased with their adventure. I traded looks of relief with the other two guides.

But I was a lot more interested in communicating with that flirtatious woman in the red bandanna. On the way down, I kept looking around for her. The red kerchief should have made her easy to spot, but maybe she was still playing coy with me. I hoped the whole display hadn’t just been a tease, though even if it were, I would still cherish those images of her feeling herself up.

When we got everyone to the bus, I did a head count. One missing. My little flirt. I looked back up the hill, puzzled. She couldn’t have gotten lost, not with a crowd that big. She must have deliberately slipped away. Was she waiting for me up there?

As the bus prepared to leave, I told my coworkers to inform anybody who noticed she was gone that I would drive the woman back to the city myself. I jogged up the mountain, exertion and hopeful desire making me pant. The air was silent but for the birds and the soft breeze rustling the trees.

Looking around at the maze of trails, I froze. Which one? Then I saw it: the bandanna. The piece of red cloth lay at the start of a trail. Was it a sign or had she just dropped it? I hurried down the path, which wound away into the woods.

At a place where another trail crossed, I found her flannel shirt. Holy shit! She was walking around in her bra! I had to see that. I ran down the new trail.

When I came upon her hiking shorts discarded on the ground, my cock stiffened instantly. But she wasn’t making this easy. She was switching paths, leading me on a merry chase. I raced on, eager for the payoff.

“Her tongue swirled around my cock, sending a bolt of pleasure through me.”

Her bra, her panties, then finally her hiking boots brought me to the edge of a lush meadow nestled among the trees. The wind waved the tall grass. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of her naked body! She darted through the fronds. I heard pixie-like laughter ring out.

I didn’t need to be told what to do. Quickly, I stripped off my sweaty clothes, freeing my achingly hard cock. I plunged into the waving grasses, feeling the individual blades tickle my exposed flesh.

I ran after her, following her laughter and straining to catching tantalizing peeks of her bare flesh. She made quite a game of it, but I was fast and I cut her off.

She stood before me now, her skin painted by the sunlight. Her hair stuck to her moist forehead and shoulders. Her tits were high and firm, the nipples stiff and rosy. Her body was gorgeously toned.

She grinned, her face alight with lust.

We lunged at one another. I took her in my arms, and our mouths mashed together. She growled like a cat as our tongues tangled wildly. Her skin was smooth, the muscles beneath strung like fine cables.

She grabbed two handfuls of my ass, sinking her fingers into my flesh. She pressed her tits against me, and I reached between us to grope for one shapely breast. I squeezed her nipple between my thumb and finger. She moaned deep in her throat and seized my cock in her snug grip.

She started to pump me with a knowing rhythm. I moved my hand down to trace her slick pussy lips. We were still kissing ravenously, tongues trying to reach one another’s tonsils.

I wanted to get a taste of her pussy, but she was faster with her mouth than me. She broke our kiss and dropped to her knees. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, sending a bolt of pleasure through me.

Then her lips sealed themselves tightly around my knob, and she began sucking her way down my shaft. I looked down, lost in lust, as my cock disappeared into her hungry mouth. She held my balls, adding to my extreme pleasure.

Her head rocked back and forth. She took me into her throat with every skilled lunge. If I had any doubts that she liked what she was doing, her passionate moans convinced me. The meadow seemed to spin around me, and I started thrusting instinctively at her open mouth. I warned her I was about to come, but she wouldn’t let me pull away. She blew me relentlessly, sending me over the edge.

My orgasm exploded in a burst of rapture. My balls tightened in her gentle grip, then my jizz was flying. Her hot mouth trapped every spurt as I cried out, my voice sounding across the field. Finally, the last salvo flew.

I sank into the grass. I gazed at her through a haze of lingering ecstasy. She had swallowed every drop of my load. I could barely believe my luck. She was so incredibly lovely, so enticing.

“Her pussy clenched my cock, squeezing leasure from me with every plunge.”

I told her to lay back. I moved between her outspread thighs. I breathed in the aroma of her pussy as I set my face above it. When I took a first lick of her damp folds, her body jumped the same way mine had when she’d lapped at me.

I ran my tongue up and down her groove, then slipped it inside. I felt her heat and interior silkiness. Sliding my fingers under her, I cupped her ass. I probed her deeper, getting a full taste of her. Her pussy brimmed with nectar.

As I ate her, my erection reawakened — if it had ever gone away entirely at all. My cock stirred against the whispery grass as I feasted on her pussy. Her hips started jerking, and she reached for a fistful of my hair and began to hump hard against my mouth. I drilled her as deep as I could, feeling her juices flowing around me. Then she let out a wild yelp, and I felt her orgasm ricochet throughout her whole body.

Panting and invigorated by ecstasy, she was ready for me when I reared up, my cock standing tall again. I put my cockhead to her drenched pussy. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me inside as her fingers dug into my shoulders.

I slammed my cock home, plowing her all the way and touching some profound inner place that set her body bucking again. It didn’t seem to be another climax. It was more like a continuous orgasmic event, one where she wriggled and writhed in a crazy haze of lust.

I wasted no time. I fucked her hard as her pussy clenched my cock, squeezing new pleasure from me with every plunge. Our bodies smacked together, the sound drowning out the birdsong in the surrounding trees.

My body quaked as hers did the same beneath me. Then bliss rose up and crashed over me. I was jetting again, this time deep in her pussy. I felt lost in the pleasure, like I was still pursuing her through the forest.

I hope I’ll get to give her another private tour of my most favorite place on earth.