Now that I was single, I was doing all the stuff Marcie, my ex, hated but I loved.

I’d eaten at a Vietnamese restaurant, watched subtitled movies and moved onto what she’d disliked most — being outdoors.

The park was huge, full of valleys, hills and lakes. I’d gone off the trails. I could almost hear Marcie’s voice: Nick, you’re going to get us lost! But she grew fainter with every step.

Even so, I was lost. But that didn’t worry me. I had time to ponder. I realized I’d stayed with Marcie so long because she had big tits and shiny blonde hair, which weren’t smart reasons to stick with somebody who’s not right for you.

I hiked on, driving myself hard, feeling alternately horny and exhilarated. This had become like a spirit quest. I topped a rise and had a view into the next valley. There was a lake, and I spotted movement on it.

I got my binoculars out of my pack and froze. Someone was swimming the medium-sized lake, crossing it with quick, athletic strokes. Flesh flashed in the sun. I saw a tight bare female ass breaking the surface of the water.

She swam the length, then came back. Dark hair streamed out behind her. As she reached the edge where her clothes were, I told myself I should stop watching. Then again, she was swimming nude in the great outdoors. How could she expect total privacy?

Besides, by now I had a hard-on. She was quite a distance away, but the binocular lenses were powerful. I watched with a shivery excitement as she emerged from the lake. Water dripped off her lovely body. She was taut with trim muscles. Her tits were high and firm. She dried herself, her movements graceful, sensual.

I stopped short of pulling out my cock and jerking myself off to that gorgeous sight, thinking that would be over the line. But I savored every inch of her. She dressed and set off in the opposite direction, heading up a hill.

The day was getting late. Even lost, I knew if I headed back I would hit one of the park’s main trails. But impulsively I started after her, though I was far behind. If she was going up that hill, I would hopefully find her at the top. There I’d introduce myself, and maybe if I was charming enough, we could get to know each other.

The hill turned out to be more like a mountain. A quarter of the way up, I realized how foolish this was. Evening was coming on and clouds were rolling in. I was fatigued now. I kept on climbing because horny guys don’t always make the best decisions. Images of that wet naked body goaded me on, not that I had any right to think I would ever see her naked again.

When I was halfway up the hill, the rain started. The darkness thickened. I could barely see now. I persevered. If there was shelter up top, I had to reach it. I slogged up through mud, over slick rocks. This had gotten treacherous and more than a little scary.

I was a few hundred yards from the hilltop when the lightning began. The first flash made me jump. Thunder rolled in behind it, and I felt tiny and vulnerable in this big wilderness. With the last of my strength, I sprinted for the peak.

Another bolt of lightning turned everything white. Only in the afterimage did I see the cabins. I raced to the nearest one. Panting, drenched, I tumbled inside. There was a light switch, but no light came on. A new lightning flash lit a window, and I saw this was a rustic room, with little more than a bed and a stove. The thunder crashed, loud enough to shake the roof.

I set down my pack and stripped off my wet clothes. I sat on the bed, getting my breath. The situation was crazy, but at least I was out of the storm.

Suddenly, the cabin door opened. Lightning struck at the same instant, revealing the person standing there. Startled, I went to grab a blanket to cover myself, but the bed was just a bare mattress, I saw.

The dark-haired woman from the lake was gazing at me. The flash of lightning left me with the image of a pretty, sprite-like face. She appeared amused.

“These cabins aren’t available to rent for another month,” she said. “Even the electricity’s turned off. I’m the caretaker.”

I cupped my crotch with my hands and tried to toe my hiking shorts toward the bed.

She giggled. “Don’t put on wet clothes. Here, if it makes you more comfortable, I’ll get out of my wet ones.”

With that, I watched in disbelief as she peeled off her shirt and shorts, which were indeed soaked. Another fork of lightning showed me her body in stark silvery tones, the same healthy firmness I’d seen through the binoculars. She shut the door. Rain drummed the roof. She approached the bed.

She said, “Most people give up halfway up the hill. Nobody’s ever scaled it in a lightning storm before.”

The lake! She had put herself out as bait. It was only because Marcie hated the outdoors that I’d been in the park at all. The unlikeliness of all these events didn’t stop the excitement rising in me as I beheld the woman’s bare beautiful body while the lightning lit it irregularly.

“She announced her second orgasm with a shout, her pussy tightening on me.”

“My name’s Brandy,” she said, sitting beside me.

“I’m Nick,” I answered hoarsely. I could no longer adequately cover my cock, which had uncoiled to full throbbing size.

She leaned in to kiss me. I pressed my mouth back against her soft lips. Her tongue darted out, flicking my upper and then my lower lip before slipping between them. My tongue was there to meet hers. We tangled sensuously. Our arms came up around each other. Her skin was smooth and slightly chilled from the rain. She must have seen me enter the empty hilltop camp from whatever caretaker’s cabin was hers.

Our kiss deepened, mouths grinding against each other as another bolt of lightning flashed through the cabin’s window and illuminated the simple bed. I drew her gently down onto the mattress, until we lay side by side. I felt the full length of her firm naked body. Her tits pressed against me. Her nipples were stiff little buds. My cock beat against her tight abdomen.

Her hands explored me, and mine did the same to her. She was a wonder of well-toned flesh. Beads of moisture dotted her long dark hair, I saw as fresh lightning briefly scoured the shadows from the cabin’s interior. The light effect was like a strobe, leaving tantalizing afterimages, making everything seem surreal.

I shifted Brandy onto her back so I could give her luscious tits some attention. I squeezed. I caressed. I lowered my mouth to her lush mounds, flicking her tasty nipples. After I’d gorged myself, to her mewling pleasure, I headed for points south.

Brandy spread her legs, and I settled my face over her shaved crotch. A flash of lightning revealed the dazzling furrow of her wet pussy. I inhaled her enticing scent, then licked her folds. She squirmed on the bed as I parted her lips with my tongue and tasted her sweet interior.

I lapped at her glistening cleft, her juices coating my tongue. I delved deep and coaxed her swelling clit to total life. Her slim hips jumped off the mattress. Then my tongue flickered over her asshole, and she cried out with joy. I went back and forth between her two holes, and she seized my hair and humped madly against my face. With a cry that drowned out the rain and thunder, she came, smearing me with her liquid love.

I came up panting, and she wrested me over onto my back. I caught sight of the hungry expression on her face, frozen in electrical white, just before she scrambled between my legs and dropped her mouth onto my straining cock.

She sucked me right to my balls, and I yelped with pleasure. Her dark-haired head rose and fell, her mouth making a terrific suction. Cradling my balls with one hand, she orally worshiped my shaft. She took my full length with every descent. I was moaning and thrashing on the bed, about halfway to a furious climax.

But I wanted to fuck her pussy before I shot off. Luckily, that’s what she wanted me to do, too. In mid-suck she broke off, levered nimbly upright over me and lowered her dripping pussy onto my spit-shiny cock. She slammed down on me, stressing the frame of the rustic bed. Thunder boomed, perfectly timed to the roar of pleasure I felt inside.

Brandy braced a hand on my chest and started riding me. In bright flashes I saw her body move. She was agile. Her sprite-like face was twisted with excitement. With the rain drumming harder, we worked in a cooperative rhythm. I thrust up as she drove down. She writhed on my cock, dark hair trailing over her face as her head turned from side to side.

She announced her second orgasm with a shout, her pussy tightening on me as she held herself impaled. Then she collapsed forward. I caught her and eased out from under her. She went gladly onto her hands and knees as I  got behind her.

Grinning back at me over her shoulder, she said, “Don’t be too picky about what hole you fuck!”

Frantic sexual energy lit me from within as the storm outside continued to intensify. I cupped the lovely globes of her ass and plunged my cock into her pussy. She cried out raggedly with new pleasure. Crackling with desire, I stroked hard into her, reaching her innermost depths. Her body quivered.

But the pucker of her asshole was too much to resist. It gleamed in the lightning’s glow. I pulled out and set my slick cockhead against the ring. As thunder hit, I popped inside. She jammed her ass back against me, wanting this intrusion. Marcie had never gone in for anal. (Marcie? Who the hell was she?) I slid my cock all the way home into Brandy’s ass.

The cinching tightness of the penetration was awesome. But she didn’t let me linger.

“Fuck my ass, Nick! Hard!” I did just that. I pounded that sweet butt, relishing the slightly odd angle, the grasping fierce heat.

Nature’s electricity lit us up again as I hammered her ass. Suddenly, my balls were tightening. The final joy struck. Brandy screamed as I jetted my spunk into her hole. My whole being sparked with electrical might.

I never saw Brandy again after that night, but images of her remained seared into my memory, pictures written in lightning.