Natural Tease

By mid-morning, we reached the beginning of the trail and set off immediately. It was a long one, and we needed to hurry if we wanted to make it back before sundown. Staying in the cabin half way up the trail was not in our plans. Well, not in Vince's plans. I could hope.

As we trudged up the narrow, rough track through the towering trees and rich green undergrowth, I was almost lulled into a daze. The weather was humid and warm under the trees, making half my mind drift into a lazy, slumberous state. The other half concentrated on putting one step ahead of the other, my gaze fixed on the bobbing ass in the tight jeans in front of me.

When Vince stopped suddenly, I ran right into him. My arms went around his waist to steady myself. "What's going on?"

"Just thought we'd stop for a drink," he said, amused.

The drink of glucose mixed in water was to keep us from dehydration. Vince handed me the bottle after taking a swig, and I drank a few sips, a few drops of the sweet water dribbling down my chin. I saw Vince gazing at the corner of my mouth as I surreptitiously watched him from beneath my lashes.

I screwed on the cap of the bottle. "Here," I said, holding it out to him.

He quietly took the bottle from me and stuffed it back into the backpack. Throwing the straps on to his wide shoulders, he took off without a word.

After some time, we came to a grassy clearing and stopped for lunch. I lowered my tired butt on a flat rock, thankful for the break as the pace was getting to me. A rest was welcomed.

Vince settled onto the ground, facing me, the backpack between us. He rummaged inside and came up with foil wrapped sandwiches. Handing me one, he peeled his and started eating it. Two bites later, he noticed that I hadn't opened mine. "What's the matter?" he asked around a mouthful.

"Just catching my breath."

The real reason was I couldn't stop watching him. He looked utterly desirable with his attention focused on satisfying his hunger, a sweat-soaked lock of black hair falling over his forehead. His skin was shining from a fine sheen of perspiration, his T-shirt wet down the middle of his chest. My eyes strayed to his groin, legs spread open as he sat cross-legged. The jeans were snug, outlining his...