I had another experience with that hiking girl

Been trying to post part 2 of this story but it keeps getting removed and I'm not sure why so hopefully this one goes through and stays up.

So, after that hiking trail "incident" (the one where I had her trembling against a tree), I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. Her number was burning a hole in my pocket, and by Wednesday night, I couldn’t resist any longer. I shot her a text, something flirty like, “Still thinking about you and that oak tree. You free to talk?” Her reply came quick: “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about that. Call me. Now.”

My heart was pounding as I dialed. Her voice answered, low and teasing, like she was picking up right where we left off. “Hey, you,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her tone. We started reminiscing about the trail—how close we were to getting caught, how her body felt under my fingers. She admitted she’d been touching herself just then thinking about it, and fuck, that sent a surge straight to my cock. I told her it felt like I'd been hard all week imagining her moans, and she let out this soft, needy laugh that had me gripping my phone and my cock tighter.

“Tell me what you’re doing right now,” she said, her voice dropping to this sultry whisper. I was sprawled on my bed, already half-hard just from her tone. I told her I was stroking myself through my boxers, picturing her in those tight leggings, her hips grinding against my hand. She gasped softly and said, “Mmm, I’m already so wet. I’m sliding my fingers down… just like you did.” The thought of her touching herself, replaying our moment, had me fully hard now.

We kept going, our texts from earlier turning into full-on dirty talk. I described how I’d tease her clit again, slow at first, then faster, just the way she liked it. She told me how she was circling her fingers, imagining my hands on her, her voice hitching with every word. “I can still feel you,” she whispered, and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers moving, her breath getting ragged. I told her how I was stroking myself, matching her pace, picturing her spread out on her bed, her thighs trembling like they did on the trail.

It was so fucking intense—her little moans, the way she described how her fingers were slipping inside her, how she was so close already. I told her I was gripping myself tighter, imagining her lips around me, and she let out this desperate whimper that nearly pushed me over the edge. “I want you to come with me,” she said, her voice shaking, and I could tell she was right there. We counted down together, our breaths syncing over the phone, and when she cried out, this raw, sexy sound, I lost it, coming hard with her name on my lips.

We stayed on the line after, both of us panting, laughing softly at how fucking hot that was. She teased, “We’re gonna have to do this again… maybe more than just over the phone next time.” I’m still buzzing from it, craving that connection again. If you’re a girl who’s into getting lost in moments like this, sliding into something naughty and intense, hit me up—I’m ready to make you feel just as good.