Mountain Glory

I love the mountains. I don’t get there much anymore, but when I get the chance to play hooky on real life, I take it.

I was on the tail end of a business trip, a swing through the western states to meet with clients. Boring stuff, but I knew my last meeting was in Denver. I had been working non-stop, away from home, and needed a break. I was going to take a few days and head to the mountains. There are several spots I like to go, just me. Hike to the top. Take a couple of beers in my pack. The physical exertion, the thinner air, the solitude….to me, it is cathartic.

After my last meeting, I headed up to a small mountain side inn that is off the beaten track at the foothills of the Rockies, a quaint place that is quiet and a great staging area for several different hikes.

It was late in the afternoon when I got checked in and into my room. There is no TV or phone in the room. I pulled back the curtain to get the view of the mountains. The cool air blew in and immediately started its cleansing process.

I have to admit, this cleansing process also makes me horny. I cannot pinpoint why there is sexual stimulation for me in the mountains, but there is. And it’s strong. Standing there in the quiet, I felt my arousal growing. I knew what was to happen next. I shed my everyday life with the removal of my suit.

Standing naked in the room with a full erection, I walk over and lay on the bed. All thoughts slam together in my head as I start to masturbate. I can feel the breeze coming in through the window blowing against my balls. My head is spinning as I keep stroking. Thoughts of getting a blow job and having her slip a finger in my ass, fucking a beautiful woman, eating of wonderfully shaven pussy and its wonderful aroma/feel/taste, fucking doggy style – thoughts are spinning like a kaleidoscope in my head. I keep stroking feeling the cum building. The female in this whirlwind in my head does not have a face, a hair color – just a female form lost in sexual rapture with me in some unknown place. I hear my own breathing quicken. My senses are heightened as I start to cum. It explodes from my throbbing cock all over my chest. The release is complete. I feel the warmth of my own cum sliding off my stomach and chest as I come down from this self induced high.

As I open my eyes, a movement catches my eye by the window. I look, but nothing or no one is there. Embarrassment and excitement cascade over me with the thought of someone watching me masturbate.

I get up and clean myself off. Rather than shower, I reach into my bag to make my transformation complete. My old jeans, sandals, t-shirt and fleece vest. Feeling more like my true self than I have in days, I wander down to the bar/restaurant to get some nourishment. I am hungry and want a beer.

There are a few people in the place when I walk in, but I am not really paying attention. I have a book in my hand and look for the bar. I order a beer and find a seat near the window.

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