One Woman, One Hike, Nine Orgasms

The last few days I took a solo retreat to a remote cabin for some time to relax and enjoy nature. Today, I spent the morning on a hike that leads to a secluded lake-side beach. When I pulled up to the park I didn’t see any cars; I knew I had the trail to myself (for now). 

Side note that is relevant later - I enjoy CBD lube (and highly recommend!). I have found that after using it, the next time I get turned on is extra intense. 

About two minutes into the hike I took off my top. It felt amazing, with the breeze on my breasts and the chill on my hardening nipples. I continued with my walk, enjoying the liberation and sensations of being half-naked in the woods. 

With each step, my breasts were rising and falling and jiggling. I cupped them in my hands and the touch felt so good, I was immediately turned on. I felt my pussy swell, extra sensitive because of the CBD lube I used yesterday. I tried to distract myself, but I knew at this point I had limited control over my building arousal. I started gently tweaking my nipples, and ten paces later I felt the familiar catch in my breath. It caught me by surprise since I hadn’t even touched my aching pussy, but I let the orgasm overtake me. Ten seconds of bliss with the most intense contractions from deep within my body. One. 

I tried to recover. Since I still hadn’t touched myself, I was not expecting to come again. A bit woozy, I took a few steps forward. The next orgasms came quickly, one immediately after the other. Two. Three. 

With the release taken care of, I was back on track to enjoy the hike. But twenty minutes later, I felt the familiar build. Less intense than before, but I knew I was going to come. My hands rubbing my breasts and teasing my nipples, still nowhere near my pussy. Four. Five. 

After the hour long hike, I arrived at the lake. As I had hoped, there was nobody else on the beach. No boats in the water, just a beautiful, peaceful, serene scene. I brought my bathing suit but decided I didn’t need it as the only one on the beach. I stripped naked and walked into the crystal clear lake. The chill was intense, and apparently the entire sensation was too much for my body. Six. 

I laid my towel out to rest in the sunshine, and I finally gave myself permission to touch my pussy. I got on all fours, feeling the sun on my face and my chest. I started gently teasing my vulva and my clit. Even my light touch was incredibly intense. I got on my knees and continued to play with myself, moving my hips as though I was bouncing up and down on an imaginary cock. Seven. 

As I lowered my hips, my clit pressed gently against one of the rocks under my towel. It felt too good, too intense, and I knew I needed to come again. I ground my hips back and forth, my clit rubbing on one of the stones beneath me. I started to get a bit vocal, and moaned loudly with my next orgasm. Eight. 

And then…. Did I just hear voices coming down the trail? Or was that just the birds? I didn’t want to risk getting caught so I made my way to my bag and started putting on my shorts. Still incredibly turned on, the sensation was too intense. Nine. 

As I finished dressing, I turned around and there were two men who had just arrived at the beach. I couldn’t tell how much, if anything, they had seen or heard. Both attractive, late 30’s or early 40’s, I kind of wished they had caught me a few minutes before.