Enchantment Springs

I wasn't bothered by the light clutter in Gabby's apartment, mainly because to me, it wasn't clutter, it was the accumulated wares of a fellow backpacker. As she removed an unfurled sleeping back from her couch just so I could sit down, it reinforced how completely aligned we were in our passion for the outdoors. That was something I first suspected after her eager text response to my suggestion that our second date should be a hike... and not an easy one mind you, a pretty long and rugged one which required a two-hour drive from the city.

"Sorry Mason, it was dry from my trip to the Olympics a week ago," she said while tossing the down bag into a pile of camping gear in the corner. "I just didn't expect we'd end up back here, so I didn't bother tidying up."

I waved my hand to reassure her I was not judging her. My past apartments were usually glorified gear closets as well, so the fact that a mound of lightweight cookware, a 40 liter pack, an ultralight tent, and a bearproof food cannister held a prominent position in her living space didn't seem odd. However, I was many years past my apartment-living stage, and now my gear was neatly stowed in a dedicated room in my basement. It reminded me of the different stages of life we occupied, although for her part, Gabby had yet to show any concern with the age gap. It might have been because I still looked young for being 50 years old, but the age difference still made me a little self-conscious.

"Can you give me a minute?"

Gabby corralled her energetic dog back towards the kitchen.

"I've got to feed Kitsap, but while I'm back there, can I get you anything, like a beer?"

"Yeah, whatever you've got would be great."

I stood up and stretched some fatigued muscles while looking out her window at the night sky. Despite the early start, our day's journey extended much later than expected, and at Gabby's suggestion, we changed the post-hike "drinks and dinner" to chilling back at her apartment. There may have been ulterior motives behind the invite, but in reality, I think it was more that she wasn't interested in following a serene day in the woods with a crowded and noisy bar, and after the awkwardness of our first date in a crowded coffee shop, I was fine with that.

That day's hike gifted us a picturesque sojourn that stood in stark contrast to the dreary Pacific Northwest stereotype. Those of us who endured the rain and gloom during Washington's other three seasons were, in the summer, graced with heavenly landscapes of turquoise lakes, azure skies, ivory-topped mountains, and emerald forests. And being accompanied by Gabby filled the hike with even more rapture.

Gabby returned from the kitchen and handed me a beer.

"I'm really glad we did this today," she said. "I think spending time with you out in nature really helped us connect. It didn't seem like we got to that point on our first date."

"I know," I agreed emphatically. "We were just out of sync. I think webothfeel more like ourselves out in nature."

"Very true. And speaking of 'feeling like ourselves,' I havegotto change into something else. I've been in this top all day and I want to slip into my favorite shirt. Do you mind? I know I'm being a horrible host, but it will only take a minute."

"Not at all" I said. "I'm fine. Please make yourself comfortable."

As I sipped my beer, I savored another view of her ass which had distracted me from the scenery numerous times today. But the ogling amounted to more than just admiring her toned and sculpted bottom half in her snug black leggings. While ascending steeper sections of trail, I marveled at how Gabby's petite, athletic frame moved with ease over the rough terrain, confidently striding over roots and rocks. At least twice during the excursion, her sparkling brown eyes looked back over her shoulder and caught me gazing, and now she caught me once more as she disappeared into the bedroom to change.

"I really appreciate you driving," she called from the bedroom. "I know how out of the way it is for you to come by and pick me up."

"Totally worth the drive. I'm just impressed you were willing to get up so early for it."

"Are you kidding," she playfully retorted. "I'm not some painted-face Instagram influencer, I'm hardcore."

"Oh, I think I figured that out pretty quickly when you didn't hesitate drinking from that spring on the trail."

This primitive spring detour had contributed to our long day, but it led us on to a crystalline seep off trail where we refilled our bottles with pristine water. According to friends of mine, the water was OK to drink straight from the source, and well worth the effort.

"Well, you were right," she called back. "That water was so much colder and refreshing than what I had in my Nalgene. I felt rejuvenated afterwards."

"Yeah, it's kind of magical when you can tap directly into the source, so I always take advantage... provided I know it's safe. I guess that's the power of nature."

"How 'bout some music?" she asked. "Any requests?"

"Whatever you like is fine with me."

Despite being an open-minded music fan, I struggled to recognize the artist coming through her Bluetooth speaker. I liked what I heard, but I didn't want to trigger my age-gap insecurity by asking who it was. However, when my Millennial date returned to the living room, I stopped giving a shit about which generation she belonged to. I doubt it was intentional, but she returned wearing a barely buttoned flannel shirt that looked rescued from a second-hand store. It could have been perceived as a gesture of appreciation for my generation. Her burgundy and navy plaid top was well worn with a tattered hem that barely went past her hips. When she sat down next to me, I caught a glimpse of a maroon thong nestled in between her smooth thighs.

"I'm not sure what it is," she said contemplatively, "but I feel like I learned more about youtodaythen I could have in like five dates at some restaurant or a bar. I just feel so comfortable with you now."

Trying to stay calm, I responded philosophically.

"I feel that way too, and I think it's the serenity of nature—being surrounded by a system that isnotseeking our attention... or even gives a shit about us. Being in the wilderness allowed us to vibe because we weren't so self-conscious."

"That's sooo true," she agreed. "We resonated... and with the forest. That moment at the lake especially. I'm really glad we pushed on a little further to get there, even though it put us back here so late."

She paused and continued wistfully.

"I do wish we could have sat there longer."

"You know that trail continues even deeper into the wilderness after that lake," I said while motioning to the pile of backpacking gear. "You could spend days exploring, and the scenery only gets better."

Gabby leaned in and teased open one of the few remaining buttons on her shirt.

"Yeah, it feels like the wilderness gets inside you when you can spend a couple days away from civilization."

Her eyes invited me in. As she folded a leg under her and squared up to face me, I caressed her bare thigh just above the knee. With subtle approval, she looked down at my hand and smiled. While my hand traveled up her leg, our lips confidently met and the warm welcome of her tongue quickly followed. A rising warmth, like a chilly morning sunrise, emboldened me to explore her further. My lips contoured across her cheek and explored the topography of her neck and shoulder. She undid the remaining button of her shirt, and I slid the flannel top off her shoulders. She tugged off my own t-shirt and slowly rubbed my chest with both hands. I cradled her neck and gently guided her onto her back.

After a 10-mile hike and no shower, we were both... fragrant... shall we say, but the odor was compatible the primal energy we were surfacing. I nuzzled my face into her armpit, inhaling the residue of a day spent in nature before making my way to her breasts. She purred as I licked her nipples and tasted the salty remnants of her perspiration.

"Oh Mason, I've been wanting to feel this since that moment at the lake. I just... I just wasn't sure if you were feeling it too."

"I wasdefinitelyfeeling it at the lake," I said. "A turquoise blue alpine lake, snowcapped mountains, and at the center of it all, a magnificent brunette being who looked completely at home. If I wasn't so worried about us getting back to the trailhead before dark, I would have made a move right there."

I inched back on the couch and my tongue resumed it's overland exploration of her stomach, eventually reaching the tender, dewy flesh between her legs. I pressed my face into her panties. She shuddered in delight, then grabbed my head as if to interrupt me.

"Oh, you donothave to go down there," she said kindly. "I mean, we've been hiking all day, it's probably nasty, and a bit hairy."

But instead of pulling back from her musky depths, I slipped my hands under the waistband of her panties and deeply inhaled as I pulled them down.

"Clearly you don't care," she chuckled as she lifted her hips, enabling me to slip her thong down and off her legs.

"You're not nasty," I told her. "You're just wild."

My head descended back into her warm and muggy alcove, savoring the piquant flavor of her interior. I ran my tongue over the length of her slit. Amidst the salty and tangy flavor of her flesh, a new flavor began to rise from within her; this one slightly creamier and purer.

"Oh Mason," she moaned. "I love the way you're exploring me. Somehow, I just knew you'd be good at this. How do I taste?"

Caught up in the moment and still entranced by the experiences earlier in the day, my response was rather corny.

"Like I'm drinking from a mountain spring."

She laughed.

"That's a new one. I don't think anyone has called my pussy amountain springbefore."

The moment of levity didn't break the mood entirely but did present an opportunity at least to move somewhere not as awkward as a couch.

"I think we should go to the bedroom," she said as she propped herself up on her elbows.

She led me back to her room, and when we got to the foot of her bed, she halted me with a hand to my chest.

"Wait, since I could tell you were checking it out on the trail, I want to make sure I show you my ass," she said with excitement.

Gabby crawled onto the bed and bared her glorious butt, seductively writhing in slow, circular gyrations. I salivated at the site of her pink blossom framed between her firm ass checks, and I also studied the elaborate flower tattoo on the back of her thigh. The licentious presentation had me momentarily mesmerized, but when she looked over her shoulder and smiled naughtily, I became overcome with hunger and resumed my oral exploration by pressing my face between her cheeks.

"God, I love being eaten from behind."

My tongue lingered and explored her passages, then I coaxed her onto her back and resumed soft, sensual licks of her clit. She was delicious, and as my mouth moved over her mound, I saturated its faint, dark hair with my saliva. Her jewel of a clit began to glisten and emerge at the apex of her pink portal.

"My god Mason, that feels SO—FUCKING—GOOD. Holy shit, you're fucking amazing at this."

I stiffened my tongue and slowly applied rhythmic pressure to her bud. She abruptly gasped, and I varied the pressure and speed. Eventually, I settled into a steady pattern and Gabby ascended the ladder of ecstasy.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she chanted in quick succession.

Her lithe body began to squirm and tense in my hands. I anticipated she was on the threshold, but each time she seemed close, she plateaued. Despite the false summits, my tongue relentlessly continued, urging her towards paradise. I was consumed with the objective of her orgasm, and my own genitals responded as we rushed onward to the goal. Finally, her long awaited release began. As her hips bucked uncontrollably, I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy and felt her bliss pass into me. I rode out her quivery aftershocks and finally rose up and relished the rapturous, close-eyed smile on her face.

I straightened my back, crawled up the length of her body, and knelt to kiss her. With the gloss of her passion still damp on my face, she ran her tongue over my lips and combed her fingers through my thinning hair.

"That was incredible," she said with weary relief. "I've never had a man explore me with such abandon the way you did."

"You were especially wonderful to explore," I said while tracing my fingers lightly over her breasts. "I've always loved pussy, and it was a pleasure to taste what makes you so unique."

"Oh my god," she said with glee. "It's awesome that you love going down on a girl, and it kind of seems fitting."

Gabby shifted her focus to my groin where the pleasurable effects of her cataclysmic orgasm were clearly evident by the bulge in my shorts. Her eyes got wide and she gasped as she pulled out my cock. She pushed me onto my back and pulled my shorts and underwear completely off.

"Not to brag," she said with a coy swagger, "but I think you'll find my oral skills are every bit equal to yours."

Without hesitation, Gabby gripped the base of my cock and her head descended towards my waist. After a few perfunctory swirls of her tongue around the tip, she made extended and exaggerated licks up the length of my shaft, all while making intermittent eye contact.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck Gabby, that feels good," I exhaled in drawn out relief.

My precum surfaced and glistened like sap, and she lapped at it eagerly, then loosely wrapped her lips around the ring of my head, letting her drool drip down over my pulsing trunk. Once coated, she raised her head and gently wrung my dick with both hands. My soft moans of gratitude changed to loud, animalistic groans. Gabby grinned with satisfaction and bobbed her head down on my cock, deftly increasing her consumption with each descent until, to my amazement, I was all the way into her throat.

Now it was my turn to gasp in delight as I felt her lips flush against the base of my cock and her cute nose piercing pressed into my pubic hair. Without straining or choking, she kept me swallowed for a solid five count before ascending, but still not releasing me from her warm and wet grasp.

Gabby's earlier self-promotion of her oral skills was not a hollow boast. She was also not deterred by what I imagined was a ripe scent of my own, and she hardly came up for air as fellated my dick with the same relentless focus I had applied to her cunt.

Gabby harnessed and contained my approaching orgasm, and my potential energy grew and coiled like a snake ready to lunge. I wished for the sensation to never end, but eventually, my groin muscles and stomach drew tight. My semen needed to be released.

"Gabby, I'm close," I groaned agonizingly.

The warning was as much about courtesy as it was about dirty talk. Previous sexual partners who weren't semen epicures appreciated the advance notice so they could pull off right before eruption, but Gabby's effort continued. She slurped and sucked intently as my first warm jet burst into her mouth. Through numerous convulsions, her lips never left my cock, although her pace slackened as she milked me with her hands. When Gabbyfinallypulled her mouth off my still tremoring member, she gave me a broad smile and proudly opened her mouth to display my massive white load clinging to her tongue. My astonishment was evident, and after seeing my appreciation, she closed her mouth and swallowed, opening her mouth once more to show me not a drop of my semen was left on her pallet. After an exuberant giggle, she gently squeezed my subsiding erection to extract and lap up the few remaining bits of white sap.

"That was the best head I've ever had."

I was weary with gratification but made a show of praising her with extended arms, as if she was a deity.

"My pleasure," she giggled. "And like you, oralreallyturns me on. Wanna see?"

She excitedly repositioned herself next to my face and spread her legs. I became transfixed as she slipped a finger into her enchanted gateway and extracted a long, sinuous strand of lubricating grool from between her labia. With unaffected wonder, she played with it in her fingers like bubble gum, then tasted it. I sat up to get a closer look, and she once again reached deep inside herself and shrieked with delight as she slowly and dramatically pulled out an even longer, unbroken ribbon. She stretched it all the way up to my lips, and I eagerly sucked the residue off her fingertips. It tasted unlike any other woman I'd tasted before: sweet and faintly of honey, and the consistency was such that I could really savor it on my tongue. She lightheartedly continued feeding me her feminine essence while I grew more and more enamored with her playful sexual energy. We were already a little punch drunk from the long day on the trail, and any guardrails of self-consciousness were long gone.

"Still taste like a mountain spring," she smirked.

I blushed, realizing she would never stop teasing me for the strained metaphor, but I didn't mind and I just shook my head.

"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" I said with faux resignation. "I was in the heat of passion, and I had that natural spring from the trail on my mind."

"I know, I really loved hearing it, it's just—I just have to give you shit because I did not expect my vagina to be described that way.

She paused sincerely.

"It really made me feel special... and awakened something."

After a moment of smiling silence, we kissed, and I felt my own awakening. Sensations stirred at my masculine root, and the rapid rejuvenation hearkened back to my 20s when erections seemingly came out of nowhere and grew without any coaxing. Despite being nearly 50, Icouldstill summon a second go-around with the right partner, but notthisquickly. A second shot of Mason typically required at least 15 minutes of recovery and some dirty talk and stroking.

Gabby and I were still kissing when I seized upon the surging expansion of my lust and savagely pushed her back on the bed.

"Whoa!" she said rousingly as I knelt between her legs and massaged the exterior of her silken vulva with my hardening penis. "Are you ready again!?"

Instead of answering, I closed my eyes and nodded slowly. I grew stiffer with each passage over her flesh, and we both shivered each time my tip traversed her clit.

"Fuck that feels good," she moaned.

"Fuck yeah it does," I moaned right back. "You brought this out in me."

Not five minutes earlier, Gabby had drained my balls and left me in a puddle, but now, I was invigorated anew and consumed with primal hunger.

"I have to feel you in me," she pleaded while reaching for my dick, then paused and looked up at me quizzically. "Are you... bigger? Holy shit?!"

I looked down, stunned by what I saw between my legs. Through some sort of supernatural vigor, my cock had increased in thickness and length. We were both taken aback, and I had to admire it myself for a moment. It rose from my hips like the mighty Douglas Firs which towered above us earlier in the day.

"I—I'm not sure what—,"

Before I stutter out any rational explanation, Gabby took control. She grabbed my hips and pulled them towards the slope of her heavenly crescent.

"I'm not sure I can take all that," she wondered desperately while biting her lip. "But I'm feeling needy. I need you, Mason. Please enter me."

I pivoted and angled my cock, achingly seeking the path to her wilderness. Once I felt the slightest yielding of her soft, wet flesh, I slowly sunk my hips into her. We both let out a synchronous moan as if we had reached a long-awaited moment. Her satin passage welcomed my brutish manhood, and I took slow, shallow thrusts while watching satisfaction wash over her face.