Mountain Angel

My story takes place back in the late 80’s, when PC’s and Digital Cameras still were a rarity, but
which I had in my possession, using them for my main hobby: taking photos.

This was a hot (well, hot by Norwegian standards, 25 deg C or 80 deg F) summers day and I had
decided to venture up to my favorite mountain spot, some 500 feet above where I lived.
Down in the valley, the air was still and uncomfortable, but I knew there would be a small
breeze up on the mountain.

I filled my backpack with some necessities like lots of water, some sandwiches, my camera,
some sunscreen and a sun pad. Whenever I visit my secret mountain ledge, I always try to lie
down nude and enjoy the sun as much as possible; back home there were just too many onlookers.
The ledge was not large, but enough so that I could lie down in comfort and be sure not to have
any audience. I put on my lightest mountain dress and went along, eager to reach my destination.

The walk up to the mountain was a steep and tiresome journey, and sweat started to wet my
wardrobe. This was not a nuisance, it meant I could lie down and consume the sun rays,
without having to put on any sun lotion until later.
I certainly hoped the breeze was up there as expected….

Whenever I want to reach the ledge, I have two paths to follow. Either straight up a mountain side,
which involves a bit of climbing, or walk around the top and enter the ledge from behind and
above, which meant a longer walk, but an easier one.
Fortunately, it would turn out, I decided to do the latter!

When I was starting my descend from the top down to the ledge, I was surprised to see someone
already occupying “my” spot. Damn! No one ever came up here, this was a first, and I thought
about retreating and find somewhere else.
But, as luck would have it, I took a closer look and found to my astonishment that whoever
was down there were lying down NUDE, and it was a female!

Wow! My curiosity (and my horniness!) made me go closer and investigate.
This was a gorgeous young female, perhaps 17, short and curvy, blond hair (blue eyes as I
later found out) and her tits were amazing; full, abundant, with thick nipples and a large
deep brown areola, but not saggy at all!
She was lying on a thin pad, wearing only a set of earplugs connected to a walkman, which
sounded like blasting into her ears. Lucky for me, because it meant I could approach her
without her noticing me. And better still, she was engaged in a serious masturbation,
her eyes closed, frigging her cunt with gusto and squashing her soft melons, moaning hard!

I already had my camera ready and started to take several shots of her performance, in different
angles, zooming in on her private parts now and again.
What a delightful sight, my manhood slowly rising to the occasion, which made me feeling more and
more uncomfortable. I let go of my camera and started to disrobe quietly, making sure she did
not sense my presence. She was too busy anyway, so I managed to shed my clothes completely
and got down on my knees just beside her. Taking one of her tits in my mouth, I barely managed
to suck on her delicious nipple, before she jumped up, tearing her earphones off, yelling
“What the fuck!” – and – “Mr. Evans!?”.

That’s when I noticed who she was: Betty, one of the few young girls in my neighbourhood!
I must admit to having ogled her (and her friends, all equally hot) whenever I met upon her.
Here she was, using “my” spot in search for an orgasmic pleasure, one I would have died to
give her myself. And soon I did!

She desperately tried to cover herself, but her clothes were behind me in her bag, and I was
holding her down slightly, even though she could not run away.
“Betty,” I said “You seem to enjoy Yourself today?”. “I, I…” she stammered.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t tell anyone. As long as You agree to my proposal!”
“What proposal?” she whispered and swallowed.

“Well, I thought we could continue what You just started and have a good time, since we’re both
alone up here?” “What do You mean? I can not be with You! You’re old enough to be my father!”;
she started to become a bit certain of herself.
In fact I was only 15 years her senior, but when You’re at her age, everyone older than 20 is
going senile, at least in their eyes.
“Well, I have a few pictures of You, playing with Yourself, which I easily can print out and
send to Your parents, friends and school! Would You prefer that?”
She held her breath and a tear started to emerge from her eyes.
“Nooh….” she uttered, hardly audible.

My dick was now at full mast and I took the opportunity of her confusion to straddle her
chest facing her. My rod was bobbing in her face and she were staring at it, wide eyed
and grimacing. “Just open Your mouth and let me teach You how You may pleasure a man!”
“You’ll enjoy it too, darling Betty.” “Nooo…” she mumbled and shook her head from side to side.
“Remember the photos!” I sternly told her, and she froze.

Without much hesitation, I simply let my cock head slide inside her warm and wet oral cave,
the experience sending a chill down my spine.