Horny Old Hikers

"Please tell we're there?" There was a pleading look in Grace's large green eyes as she turned to her boyfriend. 

"I think so. I bet it's really nice inside too, you'll see," replied Tom, giving her a smile. 

The couple stood looking down into a small valley. The vista was attractive, with a fall close by, the water dropping into a wide stream that wound its way through the woods below. The late afternoon sun caught the water with a golden shimmer. In the centre of the valley stood a large neat looking farmhouse. 

The young couple had set off early that morning. A long hike was not Grace's idea of a good time, even though she kept herself fit through regular yoga classes. She had only agreed to come at all because it was Tom's birthday this weekend and this was what he had wanted to do. 

An upmarket restaurant, fine wines and a passionate night in a hotel were how Grace would have chosen to spend a birthday. She had even bought some new underwear from Agent Provocateur before Tom had revealed his hiking plan. Still, she wanted to be a loving girlfriend and so she had mustered as much enthusiasm as she could. 

After a day spent marching through the countryside Grace was hot and tired. She stretched herself, running a hand over one of her slim calves. 

"All day outdoors and you still look gorgeous," said Tom, admiring her figure. The clothes Grace had chosen for the walk were tight fitting, allowing her gentle curves to display.

Grace snorted, but felt a little mollified. In truth she did not feel especially attractive at the moment. However, apparently it was not only Tom who thought so. About two hours earlier they had passed a group of older men also out hiking, at the time taking a break along the path. They was about ten of them, relatively fit looking for the most part, clearly a regular group of walkers enjoying an active retirement. 

Alone as the young couple were they might have felt a little vulnerable, but the men were so much older than them, and had called a friendly greeting, and so the couple had not felt threatened. The men had certainly stared at Grace though, even the ones who had tried not to be too obvious about it. 

The couple were both twenty-two years old, and had been together just over twelve months. Grace was screen actress beautiful, with fine features and large liquid green eyes. Her blonde hair was long and caught up in a ponytail for the hike. When loose it had the gentle waves that women now often pay a fortune to achieve artificially. She was a little shorter than average, with a taught, slender body. Her breasts were pert rather than voluptuous, but they certainly stood out on her slight figure.

Tom was an attractive guy too, in a boy band kind of way, clean shaven with thick brown hair. Far from oblivious to Grace's effect on men, he had noticed the older guys staring at his hot girlfriend. Well let them look, he thought, conscious of their light hearted jealousy. Any eyeful is the closest you're going to get fellas! 

Now the day's hike was at an end. The destination for today was the isolated hostel in the valley below - a converted old farmhouse. The couple exchanged a brief kiss and headed down the path. 

*** 

"You have got to be joking!" 

"I'm sorry miss but there's no other option. We did try calling you several times today."

"There's no bloody phone reception out here!"

The man Grace had turned her fierce gaze upon just shrugged helplessly. 

As it had transpired the hostel was indeed nice enough inside, not grotty as she had feared, and welcoming enough at the end of a long day's walk. No, the problem was not the hostel but the private room she had reserved, which it transpired was unavailable due to a double booking. 

The manager was deeply apologetic. He was a short middle-aged man, somewhat overweight. He had been flustered by Grace from the outset and this became worse as her irritation grew. 

The only alternative he could provide was an open plan, mixed gender dorm of bunk beds that offered no real privacy if other guests were present. And a party of ramblers had indeed arrived earlier that afternoon. 

"It's okay, babe, it's only for one night," said Tom placatingly. In truth he was as disappointed as Grace, but he knew it was not her fault - and she could have a real temper which he was keen not to see unleashed. This was already being partly directed at the older, pudgy hostel manager. He was clearly eager to please the stunning young woman, but he genuinely could offer no suggestions except a refund. The hostel was so isolated, barely accessible by vehicle, that a journey to the nearest town with accommodation was not practical. 

"Let's see the room at least," Tom offered encouragingly. 

The dorm consisted of bunks packed fairly tight. The other occupants were not present, having arrived earlier and gone for food, however the signs of them were about. Clothes were strewn over some of the beds, boots and bags tucked below others.

There was one free double-bunk in the centre of the room. At first Grace had thought that she and Tom could share a single bunk, but when they saw the beds she quickly realised they would be too small to sleep two people comfortably. 

"I'll take the top," said Tom, trying to be gallant, and knowing that Grace would be more likely than he to need a night-time trip to the bathroom. 

"Sharing a room with a bunch of strangers. How romantic!" Grace groaned. 

An hour later the couple were showered and feeling lightly rested, eating some of the food that the hostel prepared daily in the summer for tired hikers. Grace had smuggled in a bottle of wine, which they shared in glasses from the kitchen. After a while the couple relaxed and began to enjoy the evening a little more, the alcohol and endorphins from the long hike kicking in. 

After finishing the wine the couple went into the common room to kill some time before bed. The room turned out to be occupied: it was filled with the men they had passed on the trail who were also staying the hostel. 

At first Tom was puzzled how the group had beaten them to the destination, but then remembered there was a point during the hike when he had taken a wrong turn, which he was able to correct later, though it had made for a longer route. At the time he hadn't had the nerve to tell Grace that they might have walked a couple of unnecessary miles. 

The old guys proved friendly enough, though when it was clear the couple wanted alone time the men let them be, for the most part. There was a couple of guys Grace found a little creepy, more obvious with the leers, clearly not caught up on twenty-first century gender politics. She was the only woman in the room for one thing, but Grace had the kind of everyday hotness that caused male drivers to slow down to stare as she strolled down the street. Looks from men were such a part of her life that she had partly switched off to it. 

Having drank wine earlier, and still feeling horny, the young couple could not quite keep their hands off one another, kissing affectionately with Grace sat on Tom's lap. Witnessing the physical intimacy between the young couple it was hard for some of the men not to feel aroused and a little jealous. 

Not all the men were unattractive to Grace, even though their average age was probably mid-sixties. For a group of guys way older than her dad they were fit enough, and a couple she would even describe as handsome. Their builds ranged from stocky, broad of back types, to tall dominating figures, and a few smaller wiry types. They could have been a retired group of boxers, but it turned out they were just a group of guys who met to go walking, or rambling as they called it. A chance to leave wives behind and get out into the countryside, usually with a pub visit or two thrown in. On the whole they seemed a harmless, friendly group of men. 

There was one silver fox with twinkling blue eyes she noticed staring over at one point. Feeling a little tipsy from the wine, and deciding to amuse herself, when Grace felt his eyes she looked over and held the man's gaze for a heartbeat. He winked and she experienced a slight, sharp thrill. Tom did not notice, but some of the men did and looked amused. Grace felt instantly embarrassed. 

Before long people began heading to bed. When Tom and Grace had the room to themselves she began to feel hopeful they might finally have some real alone time. They were passionately kissing on the sofa, Tom's hand reaching under her t-shirt, when the chubby manager had stuck his head in the door and apologetically explained there was a lights out policy after 10pm. He tried to not notice Grace's glower. 

***

"Tom, are you awake?" Grace whispered. No response. 

How can he sleep, she wondered? The snoring in the room was at a level that had at first seemed amusing, then rapidly became irritating. She supposed Tom, with his regular hiking, was used to sleeping in dorms from time to time. 

They had gone to bed about 30 minutes ago. Wearing the new lingerie in the crowded room was clearly not an option so Grace had opted for small white cotton shorts and a t-shirt, the latter a cute pale pink. Even this outfit had caused a stir as she had self-consciously returned from changing in the bathroom. Her slim bare legs were revealed, her pert behind seemed to wiggle as she walked; even the t-shirt seemed only to emphasize the fine young breasts that lay beneath. Her blonde hair was loose now, spilling in waves down her back. 

When the lights were turned out the room was not just dark, but pitch black. Grace could not even see Tom's bunk above her. There was the faintest gimmer from a far window, and even that was covered in heavy curtains. 

So much for the romantic night she had planned! Although she was a little achey from the walking, her limbs felt deliciously relaxed after a long shower and the bottle of wine. She could have been giving Tom the night of passion she had planned, sucking him, riding him to their mutual ecstasy. Instead she was in bed alone surrounded by strange older men, some of whom clearly had a serious case of sleep apnoea!

As a distraction from the snoring around her she began to fantasize about sex. Maybe on a beach somewhere, watching Tom emerge from the sea, water glistening on his smooth, tanned muscles. Then he would walk over to her and apply suncream to her warm clear skin. 

One of her favourite fantasies involved being watched. She imagined other beach goers, men and women, observing as her boyfriend's strokes became slower, more intimate. He would unhook her bikini, showing off her high young breasts to the beach. People would goggle. 

In the fantasy she pushed Tom's head lower, closing her eyes as people moved closer...

Hell, she did feel horny now! A sudden louder than usual snore brought her back to the present. 

It really is dark in here, she mused. Tom's gentle breathing was regular above her. How disappointing. If she could find a way to wake him and bring him into the bed...now that would be fun! The thought of fucking her boyfriend in a packed room of oblivious men made her suddenly quite wet. 

Did she actually need Tom for this part? She was truly aroused now and decided sleep was not going to happen for a while. A release might do her good. 

Dropping a hand under the sheets she pulled the shorts slowly down her leg, careful to be silent. Just the feeling of spreading her legs slightly in these circumstances felt sexily inappropriate. The nearest other beds were only a few meters away and yet she could see nothing of the occupants, nor they of her.

Grace used one hand to tease herself apart, and the fingers of the other to gather some of the fluid that was now secreting from her. Running two slender fingers over her clit she began to massage it slowly, gently. 

Almost immediately she had to turn to the pillow to stifle a groan. This really did feel erotic!

For the next five minutes Grace rubbed herself, gently at first, the arousal building steadily. She lost herself to the moment, closing her eyes as a tingling warmth spread through her body. Her speed increased as she felt the excitement build. 

In her eagerness she pulled the covers to one side, exposing herself entirely to the darkness. The feeling of vulnerability combined in her mind with the risk of discovery if the lights were to go on. Just the thought of this drove her arousal further. She was going to orgasm right in the packed room! If these old guys only knew!

A sudden creak brought her to an abrupt stop. Could that have been a floorboard? Someone perhaps getting up to go the lavatory, she thought.

Just as Grace was about to resume her fun, the creak came again softly. A man's breathing sounded nearby, though it was hard to say how close with all the snorers in the room. 

In a panic she pulled the sheets back over herself and began to breath slowly, evenly, as if she were actually asleep. 

There was nothing further for a moment and Grace began to relax, more annoyed at having her orgasm suspended, still feeling very horny and unreleased. 

Then, as if someone had been waiting, listening to her, the soft footsteps resumed until they came right to her bunk. There was no mistaking it: she could hear male breathing, though low and controlled. 

Grace nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand touch her leg through the covers. Almost experimentally the hand gripped gently, then moved a fraction further up. 

In disbelief Grace lay silent for the moment. What was this pervert thinking? As soon as she yelled the room would wake and the man would be in serious shit. 

But, she thought, maybe the man would have time to reach his bed before someone could hit the light. Was there a way to discover his identity first?

The hand now began to slip under the sheets, moving over the mattress until rough fingers touch the smooth skin of her thigh. 

The sheer nerve of this man! To grope a young woman whilst her boyfriend was feet away!

The touch of the hand was course, a hand hardened from years of manual work, with a firm grip. She wondered if it was the silver fox who had winked at her. But she knew that he could be any of the men.

For a long minute there was no further movement and Grace decided that was as far as the stranger would dare to go. She surprised herself with a momentary disappointment at the idea. What the hell was wrong with her? 

But the man had not stopped. Confident now that the stunning young woman really was asleep, the man resumed his exploration, running his hand further up her inner thigh. Grace stilled a sudden urge to pull her legs together, as this would give away that she was really awake. 

She felt the sheets gently pulled back away from her, exposing her partly to the darkness once again, and also now to this strange man. Then a second hand reach her stomach; the hand paused, the man perhaps admiring the taut, youthful flatness of her tummy. Surely none of the old men in this room had gotten his hands on such a young woman for many a year - or perhaps ever. 

Both the hands moved upwards: one reaching for her soft breasts; the other to the join of her slim legs. Her breath caught audibly in her throat at the intimate touch. Now was the time to stop this!

There was a pause as the man encountered the wetness from her previous masturbation; a sudden tightening of excitement from him. Grace also thought she heard a grunt of amusement. 

The fingers on her breast were now squeezing her nipple, the point hardening under the firm touch. The other hand was pressed between her legs, fingers moving everywhere. 

As a knuckle was pushed partly inside her she gasped audibly and involuntary pulled her legs together. A firm pressure from the man pushed them apart again. 

Oh God! He must know she was awake! And he hadn't stopped! Grace was almost shaking with conflicting feelings. What would this man think? If she said nothing he would clearly continue. And she was letting it happen!

Soon the groping indeed continued, a finger now pushing inside her wet, feminine opening. She moved her own hands down, only to have the man grip her wrists easily with his other free hand and push them back over her head, pinning them there, firmly, but not painfully. 

Grace let out a squeak as a mouth was suddenly attached to her breast, a tongue running over the nipple. As she gasped the mouth took a long slurp. She was certain the sound was loud in the room. 

The man did not seem to care, moving his mouth hungrily to the other breast. All the while fingers played with her below. The fact she was awake and letting this happen had clearly driven the man's excitement to another level. 

Who was the man? He obviously knew who she was, but the man could have been any one of the ten ramblers. The outrageousness of the situation overwhelmed her. An old man she could not see was presuming to grope and suck the tits of a young woman he had never met before tonight, in a crowded room, with his friends - and her sleeping boyfriend - mere feet away! 

The fingers paused a moment in their rubbing and involuntary she pushed herself down onto them, still ashamed of her horniness. She was certain they would be discovered at any moment, but she could not bring herself to do anything else - and that thought also enflamed her. 

The sucking, slobbering mouth pulled sway from her swollen, warm tits. Then the fingers between her legs resumed their work. Her mouth opened and she gasped as two thick fingers were pushed firmly inside her. A moment later the man's mouth covered hers, a powerful tongue thrust into her warm mouth, trying to find her own wet, pink tongue. 

Grace squirmed, but the man kept snogging her, frenching her, his lips against hers. His taste was not entirely unpleasant, but deeply unfamiliar - a hint of tobacco maybe (neither Grace nor Tom smoked). He must surely have noticed the contrast with her clean, mouth washed breath. 

With a groan she finally began to kiss back, against her own judgement, her tongue touching his. His hand released hers and she flung them up, at first intending to push him back, but finding one hand reaching to his face, the other encircling his shoulders, her nails digging into the hard flesh she discovered there. 

She found the presence of mind to run a hand on his face, up the back of his head, finding no hair. That narrowed down the suspects! Disappointedly she noted from the lack of hair that it was not the silver fox. 

The man took her cues for pure arousal and kissed her harder, then alternately sucked again at her breasts, all the while thrusting his fingers inside her rapidly. 

After a minute a rough hand reached out to grip hers. Slowly he pulled her hand out to the side, then pushed it down. Her touch encountered skin. My God, she thought - the man was actually naked! 

Her mind raced; her heart pounded. Now she felt her fingers encounter the unmistakable warm flesh of his swollen penis. Almost without her awareness her fingers closed, gripped him. He was big enough that her fingers did not meet her thumb. 

The man moved her hand up and down against him, and she felt his hardness slide across the soft skin of her palm. He felt hot against her touch. After a moment he released her and she continued to massage him slowly on her own. 

The room continued to sleep oblivious to the horny couples's actions. Grace could still hear the snores of men around her. The outrageousness of the situation overwhelmed her reason, and she felt a surge of arousal. Reaching up she pulled the man's head back from her breasts and against her lips, seeking to suck his tongue into her mouth. 

She rubbed the old rambler faster, the feeling of a hard, hot cock in her hand making her increasingly horny. Age clearly had no impact on this elderly man's firmness. Grace tried not to think she was rubbing off a dirty older man in the dark on the weekend of her boyfriend's birthday. 

The dark made the situation very different than it might have been. Grace doubted she would find some old guy especially attractive, his wrinkled face slobbering at her tits. But in the dark everything was reduced to pure feeling; raw masculinity contrasting with her youthful femininity. 

Suddenly a noise made them both freeze. A series of loud coughs exploded nearby, followed by the sound of a mattress adjusting under pressure. Someone sitting up? Grace's heart thudded in her chest. 

A moment later she heard the clear sounds of footsteps. She held her breath, but the steps receded - someone heading to the bathroom.

After a pause the stranger stripped the remaining covers back from Grace, causing her to gasp. She felt the mattress sink beside her. To her disbelief the man was getting into bed with her! For a moment she was disorientated, her hands encountering muscled thighs where she expected shoulders. Then she realised that he had entered the bed top-to-tail with her.

Instinctively Grace pulled back slightly. There was barely room for two on the single bunk so she turned partly to avoid him crushing her. They lay together side-by-side. The reality of the situation was brought home to her. She needed to put a stop to this now! But if she yelled, how would she explain that she was near naked and had let things develop to this point?

Before Grace could consider things further, rough masculine hands firmly pushed her supple thighs apart. Grace felt a head move between her thighs, then a tongue and mouth attached themselves to her, licking at her wetness. The tongue was more eager than skilled, enthusiastically tasting every part of her it could reach.

Oh but it felt freakishly good to Grace! In a sudden hunger she reached out to grasp him, her hands encircling his swollen cock once again. Then, almost without thinking, she brought her mouth down over him, engulfing his enlarged penis. To her delight this caused a deep male groan, the sound muffled partly by her legs. 

He tasted of a mixture of soap, sweat and precum. The flesh of his organ filled her mouth, his hardness contrasting with the soft, wet, femininity of her pink oral orifice. 

Grace ran her tongue all over his bellend, then placed hot, wet kisses against the shaft. The man in turn pushed his tongue against her opening; then thrust it inside - an experience that was entirely new to her but which blew her mind. 

Determined to reciprocate the intense feeling of pleasure she was experiencing, Grace moved her mouth lower, stretching her neck to reach her head down. To her surprise she discovered that his balls were not overly hairy against her tongue, and so she decided to slurp them into her mouth one by one - something she rarely did during foreplay. 

The man swore at the sheer ecstasy of it and she felt him pull away from her legs for a moment as he clearly revelled in the feeling of this gorgeous young woman savouring him so intimately. His balls tasted of sweat to Grace, but she enjoyed them, and cheekily ran her tongue fractionally lower. The man jolted at the touch of her tongue on the sweet spot below his ballsack. 

Grace decided that this has gone on for too long - she needed to feel a dick inside her right now! As if he had read her mind, she felt the man pull away, reorientating himself above her. The bunk shook slightly with the movement; she felt sure Tom would wake at any moment. The risk of discovery made her feel both alarmed and insanely horny. 

With a thrust the man entered her. Despite the foreplay his large cock pushed inside slowly, her body needing time to adjust to his girth. Grace had never felt so full of man. Seconds passed as he sank down, her body slowly yielding to his. 

Once he was fully in he began to fuck her with slow, steady strokes. She lay back, clinging to the man and gave herself over to the feelings. Grace felt flooded with wetness, coating his old cock with her young, womanly fluids. 

The bunk shook with each stroke of his lower body. Grace's sharp fingernails dug into the stranger's arse as she spurred him on. His cock felt so hot and heavy inside her. 

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," a voice whispered in her ear, the first words the man had spoken directly to her. "I had to have you."

A part of her thrilled in the notion that this man had taken such drastic steps to take her, that she could be so desirable - literally irresistible to someone. Whichever of the group he was, this man was much older than her own father. The sheer depravity of it consumed her.

The man quickened his pace, penetrating her deeply with each stroke. She could feel his hairy chest against her smooth, bare breasts. Sweat from his knotted shoulder muscles dripped onto her soft skin below. 

She reached a hand to bring his head down to hers, pressing her lips to his ear. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" she whispered, breathlessly. The stranger groaned in ecstasy, happy to oblige her request. 

Grace felt her orgasm begin to build. To hide her own noises of pleasure she dug her face into the man's thick, sweaty neck, licking the hoary skin there. This drove him on even faster. 

The young woman had never done anything this wanton, this sordid. She knew the man must be revelling in her tight, young body. Surely he had never expected this result when he set out to find her bunk in the dark. 

"Do me!" Grace whispered again. The man thrust harder still, obvious to anything else now, grunting in pleasure at the tight, hot feeling surrounding his cock. To cover his noises, Grace attached her mouth to his, kissing him hard. 

When Grace felt the man release, her own orgasm unleashed also. Her back arched, her hands encircled his shoulders, legs wrapping around his back. His seed felt warm and heavy inside her; his sweat coated her.

The older man collapsed down upon her. Tremors ran through Grace. They exchanged a series of wet, heavy kisses through the afterglow.

"Grace? Are you awake?" A voice jolted her back into reality. Her boyfriend, Tom! The bunk had really been shaking! Now suddenly Grace was aware of the room again, the darkness and the snores of the man's friends about them. 

"Grace?" whispered the voice again. 

She detached her mouth from her older lover. "I'm awake now. What's wrong?"

"Just checking. I woke up and you seemed to be tossing and turning a lot." 

"I'm fine, honey. Go back to sleep." Whilst she talked the man licked at her neck. She tried to still him, but she didn't want to create more noise. This old man was clearly excited at the idea she was now conspiring to keep their liaison secret. No doubt he was thrilled that she had given herself to him despite everything.

"See you in the morning you hot little slut," the man breathed in her ear.

With a final lick he peeled off her and silently padded away into the night. As the minutes passed Grace let the reality of what had happened sink in. The man's dampness was heavy between her legs. 

"I'm such a freak," she thought as she lay still in the darkness.