I didn’t look to see if he was still there, but I hoped he was watching. I slipped on a red flannel button up and some skinny jeans laying on the fl...or and walked into the kitchen. As I brewed a pot of coffee, the stranger was still on my mind. I imagined what he might look like up close, his dark hair and olive skin, some stubble. From what I could tell he was older than I was. As my twenty-sixth birthday was approaching, I realized I’ve been noticing older men in a way I hadn’t before. I. He lay on top of me, breathless and heaving, trying to regain composure, and I seethed under him.I was close to having my orgasm, but he lost control and our cumming together remained a fictional fact, while he relaxed in the comfort zone, I was still yearning and my internals were grasping a nothingness, where once there was a meatiness, sending pure pleasure through every ridge inside my vaginal wall, my hips echoed a pointless gyration, as I tried in vain to bring myself off.He got and made. Perky, if not exactly firm. Motherly, womanly, but young, not sagging. Her nipples slightly hard, poking out against the fabric. I grab a handful and squeeze, careful to not wake her. So much give, so squishy, I fondle her like this for a few minutes, breathing her in the whole time, cock slowly grinding against her ass. I slowly reach my finger up under her shirt, it's so thin it barely counts as clothing, the delicate white fabric probably not even hiding her nipples. I run my hand up under,. The hiker smiles and steps out of the stream. Water drips from his body and runs down his legs in small rivulets. Tiny silvery beads of water cling to his pubic hair. His loose cock sways as he moves closer to her. Kneeling down next to her he takes her hand, lifts it to his face and kisses it. He smiles knowingly, holding her hand to his nose. "What have you been doing here, little girl?" he asks with feigned concern. Then one by one he takes each of her fingers into his mouth and sucks on.