I recently moved to mid-city LA just below the 10 and subsequently discovered the gorgeous Kenneth Hahn State Park, 1400 acres of fabulous views from Downtown LA to the Hollywood Sign to the Pacific Ocean. Ambling along the "Boy Scout Trail" next to La Brea brought to mind some of my past experiences of playing with  WOOD amongst the trees.

Ah yes, I remember the scent of clean leaves and fresh dirt in the foothills of the rocky mountains; my cheek pressed up against the tree, my arms gripping the trunk tightly so as not to lose my balance and tumble down the slope. My toes cramped up a bit in my hiking boots and my ass got mildly chilly in the cold mountain air while I received a pounding from behind! I must have been a beautiful sight: nose running, bark-burn on my cleavage, leaves and twigs in my hair. I felt mildly unsexy yet also strangely exhilarated. Yeah, that was fun. Pretty isolated trail though, no real fear of getting busted.

Ha! That wasn't the case at Walkway over the Hudson State Park. I was prevailed upon to spend the weekend in the Hudson River Valley. We visited a converted railway bridge over the Hudson with gorgeous views and plenty of trees and creeks nearby to get nasty in. Only a few feet from the pathway, lookie-loos were dangerously close by. We found a cranny and leaned up against a tree. With my right foot in the creek, the other on a tree root and my ass on a boulder, he got the freshest blowjob that his green brain could imagine! The fun part is casually re-entering the path trying to act as though nothing had happened.

I love state parks. Don't you? Care to share?

Finally a woman who has touched my heart. I love wilderness adventures and the excitement it brings to sensual interludes. In fact I have not found many women in the hobby will to take the adventure with me. Many of my erotic stories and poetry are based on meetings and adventures in the woods.

I agree, getting naked in the great outdoors is a refreshing change from the bedroom/hotel scene. And as much as I love getting dressed up for a fancy dinner, a scenic hike would probably benefit me a lot more! I hadn't thought of offering the experience straight from the menu... I suppose I feel vulnerable at the thought of venturing to the boonies with someone I don't really know. My adventures have resulted from an evolution of the relationships, creative ideas growing from mutual interests. But hey, I'm game. The gorgeous LA landscape is very tempting to explore.

45 minuts before the last ferry of the night leaves for the "North fork".  We used my leather motorcycle jacket as bedding. A few distant lights twinkling north on the mainland. The gentle lap of the tide on the stony shore; and too our east only the moons glow over the Atlantic Ocean..

 Thank you for evoking this memory

until I clicked on your post and saw you were serrious.

I used to go hiking occasionally with a GF in the local SoCal mountains.  One time we decided that instead of talking about having sex at the top of a peak, we should make plans to do it next time and bring a blanket.  That's exactly what we did.

It wasn't the best sex we ever had, after all, we were both a little gassed from the altitude and the exercise, but looking out over the desert with the fresh air and the sounds of the breeze blowing through the mountains was a great experience.  

Our hiking boots and other heavy gear also made the contrast of feeling her soft skin and body even more intense.  All of my senses seemed heightened somehow.  And the voices of the other hikers on the trail just 30 feet away, just added to the excitement.  I highly recommend it.