Lexi stepped out of her rusty old pickup truck, the engine sighing as it cooled down in the mountain shade. She stretched her arms wide, her eyes scanning the horizon where the peaks of the Sierra Nevada kissed the sky. The crisp alpine air filled her lungs, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought of the adventure ahead. Her red hair, tied back in a loose ponytail, danced in the gentle breeze, a stark contrast to t...

Part 1 The hot sun is beating down, it’s almost midday and there’s hardly a cloud in the sky. We have been out walking since the sun came up and have been following the green ridgeline across the back of the mountains heading east. Soon the sun will be behind us, and it might begin to cool down. You're not really wearing much of anything, a pair of rather short shorts that just about cover your butt cheeks, the pockets on...

I swim towards you and grab you by the waist pulling you closer, and as your legs get close enough you wrap them around my waist. My already hard knob brushes against the bare and quivering lips of your waiting pussy, sending a shiver right through your body making you grip onto me tighter, squeezing your breasts against my chest and pushing your hard nipples against me. In the excitement, my dick quivers and flicks again...

The restaurant at the resort was romantic and rustic, providing a picturesque view of the mountain. Matt and Lucy were seated at a table bordered on one side by floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the snow-covered mountain, trees lining the slopes, framed by a full moon and starlit night sky. On the other side of the table was a fireplace full of logs warming the restaurant balcony. Dinner was intimate. Lucy had sea b...

Greg looked around smiling to himself. The cabin looked beautiful nestled in the mountains in the snow. Greg was happy that he had bought this cabin and was using it as his place of solitude and sanctity. So far no one had visited. That was about to change this weekend. He turned his back on the cabin to look at the stunning view of the Shenandoah River. Looking around Greg took stock of the weather, noticing the dark sno...

It was a cold winter night at the villa Matt had rented for a week at a mountain lodge resort in Park City.  That afternoon, Lucy had flown into Salt Lake and Matt had picked her up at the airport. Their greeting had been enthusiastic and gleeful. Lucy had jumped into Matt’s arms outside security for a warm embrace, and a long, lingering kiss. Lucy, a petite and curvy short-haired, brown-eyed brunette, wore comfy black le...

Bless you for true friendship, Bless you for true love, Bless you for forgiveness, For eyes like stars above. For blue skies over mountains, For tall ships on the sea, For all you've freely given, So sweetly back to me. Bless you for the spirit, For a soul that understands, He who walked on water, Truly loves this man. Bless you for your guidance, And for your tenderness, For the light that SHINES so bright, So much BRIGH...

Copyright 2014 Tiepinkraider & Wonderway All rights reservedTOGETHER: We can smell the grass and the flowers on the breeze as we lie in the warm, soft, green field at the top of the vast valley, the distant snow-capped mountains visible with no one for miles. It is serene and quiet, peaceful in the dappled shade shielded from the burning sun. Only the birds flying high overhead can see us.HIM: It was just a few weeks ago...

The cool mountain wind brushed over Lucia’s skin as she hiked back and forth up the switchback trail. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, keeping the back of her neck exposed to the gentle breeze. It really was a wonderful day out, the sun provided plenty of light, but the cloud cover kept the sun from being overbearing, and the breeze kept her from becoming drenched in sweat. It didn’t stop the occasional...

My name is Kathy and my story concerns the summer I was staying with my aunt Alice. My Mum and Dad had gone on a cruise and so it was with great trepidation that I was bordered with my mother’s sister on her farm in the lush mountains of Vermont for the month of August. At the tender age of sixteen I had just finished my last year of high school and had been accepted to one of Vermont's finest colleges, just south of Burl...

The tavern was loaded that night. Babette, the waitress, was running in all directions, hardly keeping up with the orders of the customers. While the dining room was pretty crowded, only five people were sitting at the bar that was also belonging to the tavern. It was called 'Big ol' Tom's tavern—the place where stories are told'. Big ol' Tom's customers had always been telling stories; it had been a year-long tradition....

EVIE, A VERY CLOSE FRIEND of mine for years, invited me over to spend Christmas and New Years up on the mountains at their family's cabin. Her folks will be flying south for the winter and her siblings, all newlyweds at some point, were off spending the holiday with their spouses leaving my good friend alone for the holidays. "C'mon Chels, it will be fun," she chided over the phone. "We got the whole cabin to ourselves, u...