Hiking with Tina

My girlfriend Tina was the kind of girl every guy wants to fuck. She’s tall, about five foot nine with long, long legs. Her dark brown hair falls about three or four inches below her shoulders. She has phenomenal tits. Just unbelievable, with not too long of nipple, just long enough when hard to really swirl your tongue around.

She was, without a doubt, one of those women that when you met her, you really didn’t care if you were married, had a girlfriend, or liked the guy she was dating. You still wanted to fuck her.

We worked together at a restaurant in LA, a posh one where we made a lot of money. Enough that we could go on trips, go out late drinking with friends and doing drugs and staying out dancing all night.

We had been talking about going hiking, and a group of waiters, waitresses and a few bartenders were throwing around the idea of going hiking on mushrooms. It sounded beyond fun, so we were all fired up. The morning we headed out, there must have been some miscommunication, as Tina and I and a fellow waiter named Daniel ended up at a different area than everyone else to start the hike. Luckily, Daniel was one of the guys holding onto the shrooms, so we said fuck it, we’ll do the hike just the three of us.

Now, while we were munching down the evil tasting fungus, I watched as Daniel admired Tina. She was wearing a tank top that fit snuggly over her tits, and it was cool enough that her erect nipples were poking through. She had on tiny shorts and hiking shoes. He could barely hide that he was checking her out. I didn’t mind – I knew he was married and that his wife was smoking hot herself. She hadn’t been able to come during that morning, mostly because we didn’t think she liked most of the waiters hitting on her.

We waited a while, shooting the shit. The usual stuff, work schedules, shitty patrons, good tips, the parties we’d been to.

“I’m feeling it,” Daniel said.