I don't have stories that exciting. The summer after I graduated high school, I started dating a girl who was a runner. She ended up getting a full ride scholarship for cross country to one of the most prestigious universities in the country. She was in amazing shape. I was in great shape too. We used to go rock climbing and backpacking together all the time. We would put packs on and disappear into the wilderness for a week at a time. She was a virgin when we met. I had only been with my best friend's older sister so I was not super experienced either(though I had a good teacher
). It took over seven months of dating before she was ready. Our first time was on a backpacking trip along the Pacific Crest Trail. She had an amazing body with my only slight criticism being that her legs were very muscular. Our sex life was pretty tame but passionate and tender. She was my first real love. We were together for almost five years. Sometimes I think I should not have let her go. We had so much in common. She could keep up with me physically in the outdoors (really it was probably the other way around because she was so athletics). The fat in her gravity defying B cups was probably the only fat in her body. She was Irish and had the greenest eyes I have ever seen, dark coppery red hair, and freckles. Her smile was amazing and her sarcastic quick witted sense of humor was just fun to be around. She gave amazing BJ's but I had to promise not to finish in her mouth.
One of the most amazing experiences was on a mountaineering trip. We were camped at Tulainyo lake. We had just completed an exhausting assent of Mount Russel. We were standing there turning around admiring the view which went for miles while we caught our breaths. Just to our south was Mount Whitney (the tallest peak in CA) and there were a ton of small lakes and wilderness that is beyond description. I was a little light headed from the climb and the 14,088' elevation. I was staring off across the wilderness lost in my thoughts when I felt my pants being unzipped and my equipment being pulled out. I can still picture her green eyes looking up at me, her frizzy read hair a mess, her grin as she started sucking. The spontaneity of it, the setting, and probably the lack of oxygen in my brain combined for a truly euphoric experience. When I got close she finished me with her hand and I took care of her that night at camp. Good memories.