Endorphins are a natural pain reliever. They reduce stress and they make you happier. This is what my girlfriend told me last month in her push to get me to start exercising. She would post articles about longevity on my Facebook wall. Men’s Health started arriving at our apartment under her name. She did everything but call me a fat slob who sits in front of the computer shedding sexiness with every mouse click.
So now we go to the gym twice a week, hike on Saturdays, bike on Sundays. Miserable doesn’t describe it, and I’m waiting for those endorphins to start making me feel good as promised. It was one of those Saturdays when we were 3 miles deep into the Sawtooth Mountains, breathing fresh Rocky Mountain air. At least she was breathing it. I was wheezing it. And then we saw Joanna.
Sitting on the trail ahead of us, holding her ankle and wincing, was a devastatingly hot brunette. Scanning up from her ankle I saw two smooth, toned, tan legs. She was wearing spandex shorts that showed off every curve and contour. Her chest was heaving as she breathed through the pain of her injury, pushing her blue sports bra out of her gray tank top with every pulse. She probably had some sizable C breasts under that bra but this was not the time to ogle women, she needed help!
Jen, my girlfriend, ran up to her and I ambled up. Joanna gestured to a mountain bike 5 feet off the trail. She was on her way down, slipped, and wrenched her ankle as she tumbled from the bike. She wasn’t too banged up, but didn’t know if she had a sprain or a break. Jen suggested we contact the ranger and get a med-evac team up there with a stretcher. I volunteered to go down.
“Brian,” she cooed, “I think I can get down to the ranger station a little faster than you.”
“Besides, we took my car. I’ll hike down and drive to the station. You can stay here and fend off any bears.”
“Bears?” Joanna asked
“She’s just joking.” I rejoined
“Yeah,” Jen paused, “really just watch out for the wolves this time of year!”
And with a wink, she was off down the hill. I looked at Joanna. Her eyes were welling up.
“She’s just joking,” I said calmly. “No wolves either.”
“It’s not that,” Joanna explained. “It just hurts.”
I took her foot into my hand gently. She winced a little. I gently prodded with my thumb around her ankle. Her reactions made me think that it was, indeed, broken. I moved my hands up to the top of her ankle and prodded more. Less pain. As I focused on her ankle I didn’t realize that my hand was slowly moving up Joanna’s calf. Then she snapped me out of my trance.
“That feels good,” she said.
“Oh, sorry,” I said as I removed my hand
“No, no,” she replied, “It really, it takes my mind off my ankle.”
Well, who was I to withhold my healing touch from this lovely young woman. I replaced my hands and slowly caressed and massaged her calf. She responded positively to my touch and I continued exploring up her tanned thigh. She smiled.
“You’re starting to make me horny,” she said with a little giggle. I took my hands away, feeling I’d overstepped.
“Don’t stop,” she cooed, “I like it.”
I glanced down the trail, it would be at least 30 minutes before Jen returned with the ranger.
She placed my hand back on her thigh. “Please keep going.” She moved my hand to feel her pussy though her bike shorts. She murmured, “Did you know that endorphins are a natural pain reliever? You could really help me feel better.”
That was all the convincing I needed. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as I squeezed my hand in between her bike shorts. I rubbed up and down her slit as she explored my mouth with her tongue. The passion overwhelmed me; I held the back of her head with my other hand and pulled her close to me. Her earthy pheromones incensed me and I ravaged her mouth with mine. I’d never been so consumed. I lifted my hand and slid it underneath those thin spandex shorts, under her panties, to feel her smooth, wet slit. She was shaved, which is probably why she was so perfectly lubricated. I slipped a finger inside her folds and she gasped into my mouth. I slid a second finger inside and she sucked on my tongue in ecstasy.
I worked my fingers inside her warm pussy, stroking her, squeezing her, massaging her walls while our lips were locked like a vise. I massaged her g spot and she writhed under my touch, causing my fingers to slip out. Without missing a beat I found her clit and rubbed my fingers back and forth over her little button. She grabbed me by the back of the head and breathed short, hot breaths into my mouth. Her whole body tensed as I rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her pussy was gushing and I didn’t pause for a second. Her breaths got deeper and deeper. Her hand tightened, grasping the hair on the back of my head. She began to mutter, “uhhhh, uhhhh, ohhhh.” She whispered under her breath and kept repeating, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
My hand was soaked as she let loose with a pounding orgasm. Her body convulsed in my arms as she let out a shriek that sent wild birds fleeing from the trees. She panted and I looked down to see those same breasts, constrained by that blue sports bra, heaving up and down.
“That feel good?” I asked with a smile.
“I don’t feel any pain,” she smiled. She closed her eyes and let the ripples of orgasm continue to work their way through her body. I moved my hand to the outside of her bike shorts and just held her pussy in my hands, feeling her pulsate through the spandex. I ran my other hand through her long brown hair and watched her lie there peacefully.
I heard a twig snap behind me and my blood froze thinking I’d turn around to see Jen and the ranger. Instead, it was a deer, staring at us, and I can only hope he doesn’t tell my girlfriend.