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Go Tell It Under The Mountain
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Go Tell It Under The Mountain Author’s note: Since my previous story drew some fan mail, or at least a very nice compliment from a very sexy reader, I’ve taken the liberty of writing another story featuring her. As before, this is a work of fiction/fantasy. And as before, it’s more than a first draft but far from a finished product. I would welcome collaboration, offline or online, especially from the very sexy reader in question. Erica and I chatted online for a little while and decided to meet in person. She was in Ellensburg and I live in Auburn, over 100 miles away, so this was not especially difficult, but it wasn’t completely simple either. We decided to meet at the Snoqualmie Tunnel, about an hour from me and a bit closer to her. Snoqualmie Tunnel is a former railroad tunnel that was used to cross the Cascade Mountains on the Chicago-Seattle route. The railroad stopped using that track many years ago and transferred a substantial part of it, including the tunnel to the state, which converted it to a trail for hikers, bicyclists, and horseback riders. A little over two miles of the trail is in the tunnel, where there is no light source at all except for, quite literally, the light at the end of the tunnel. For most of the time that you’re in the tunnel, that light hardly seems to change size, and it’s almost impossible to judge distances. The temperature in the tunnel is quite cool even on hot summer days, and water drips from the tunnel ceiling in places. There’s also almost always a gentle breeze blowing through from one end to the other. We met in the Iron Trail parking lot. I arrived about ten minutes early, and Erica showed up right on time. She looked fantastic, wearing a pair of shorts that really set off her gorgeous legs (which you can see in her picture), and tank top (without a bra), and a stylish pair of sunglasses that just seemed to make the whole outfit a little sexier. We were, of course, immediately faced with the standard A.F.F. quandary: What, exactly, is the appropriate greeting when you meet someone from this site in person for the first time? We offered each other a handshake as we said hello, then laughed as we looked at each other, and with that I pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply and passionately, our tongues dancing with each other as our bodies pressed together for the first time. When we broke our kiss I took her hand, raised it to my lips, kissed it, and said, “Delighted to meet you, Erica.” We both laughed again and I put my arm around her waist as we headed to the tunnel entrance. The beginning of the tunnel is a little unnerving, but we gradually adjusted to the darkness, broken only by the pinprick of light that was the other end. It was remarkable how alone we were ‒ in fact, considering the parking lot, the trail, and the tunnel, there was no sign of anyone else at all. Of course, with the tunnel being so dark, it was hard to tell for sure, but it certainly sounded like we were alone. I moved my arms down from her waist so I could caress Erica’s ass, and she turned slightly so that she could squeeze my cock through my shorts. We stopped walking to kiss and our bodies came together as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I lightly traced my tongue over her lips, and she darted her tongue in and out of my mouth. I kissed and licked and nibbled over her neck and sucked softly on each of her earlobes. She arched her neck back and I took one breast in each hand through her tank top. As her nipples hardened I pinched them and rolled them back and forth between my fingers. Erica took my hard cock in her hand through my shorts and stroked me rapidly as we kissed madly again. We stopped like this a couple of times until we simply couldn’t stand it any more. By now we were about halfway through the tunnel, it was pitch dark, and this time when we kissed I unfastened her shorts and slipped my fingers down into her panties. She reached into my shorts and fondled my balls, then ran her hand over my throbbing shaft. With my other hand I rolled her tank top up to expose her breasts. Erica moaned as I took her left nipple into my mouth at the same moment that I slid my middle finger into her pussy. Her moans echoed loudly in the long, empty tunnel, inspiring me to suck her nipple harder, squeeze her other breast, and slide a second finger into her pussy and begin working them rapidly in and out while rubbing her clit with my thumb. As her moans grew more intense, Erica pulled my shorts and boxers down and stroked me more vigorously. I pulled her shorts and panties all the way down and helped her out of them. I cupped her ass in both hands and lifted her up while bending my knees slightly, and I lowered her down onto my cock at the side of the tunnel. I drove myself hard and fast up into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles. I lowered my head to her chest and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking it, nibbling at it, and flicking it with my tongue, before switching to do the same to her other nipple. I felt Erica nearing her orgasm, so I began rubbing her clit with one hand while still holding her ass with my other. I sucked harder on her nipples as she began to cum, her screams of pleasure echoing all up and down the tunnel. As she recovered from her orgasm, she could sense me nearing mine, and she pushed herself off of me, knelt in front of me, and took my cock all the way into her mouth as I began to explode. I came over and over, shooting jets of hot cum directly into her throat. She swallowed eagerly, and when I finished cumming I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply, stroking her ass with one hand and her breasts with my other. We got dressed, but in the darkness of the tunnel we couldn’t find Erica’s panties at first. She gave up and put on her shorts without them, but I found them just as she finished. She said, “You keep them” and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by another deep passionate kiss before we headed back out of the tunnel and back to our cars. To be continued? I seem to have something of a mountain theme going here. Would any of you lovely ladies like to climb Mt. Si near North Bend with me next week? Monday would be best, but Wednesday also works for me. I might be able to do Tuesday, too, although that would take some work on my end of the schedule. |
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