Take a Hike

Santana's Point of View

"Mother fucker," I grumble under my voice for what seems like the umpteenth time since we got out of the car when I step into another cobweb. "Why are here again?" I ask with a slight wine to my voice.

Quinn perks an eyebrow at me. "To be one with nature, Santana. That's why we're here. Why else would we go hiking?"

"I don't know. So maybe you can could kill me or something? I mean, I am a hot piece of ass and you know how those horror stories go. Hot piece of ass gets led into the woods and the psycho bitch kills her."

"Oh, so I'm a psycho bitch now, huh?" Quinn asks.

I shrug. "I mean, hey, if the shoe fits – ow! Okay, okay. No, you're not a psycho bitch. But really, why are we here on a Saturday morning, hiking? We could be in bed, doing way more fun things to work on our stamina!"

"Oh c'mon, San. This is such an easy hike. I mean, look. You can still hear the cars from the road driving by. It's not like I'm making you hike the Appalachian Mountains or anything. I just want to walk to the water, get a couple of shots in, and then we can go head home to get ready to go to the game tonight. Sound good?" Quinn asks me as she places a light kiss on my lips.

"Only if I get some kisses in return at the end of this," I say, hopefully.

"I think I can arrange for that," she says with a glint in her eyes as she starts to lead us down the trail towards the water.

"Okay, San, we can head back now," Quinn tells me after she finishes taking some pictures of the scenery.

"You sure you don't want to take any pictures with this sexiness," I gesture to myself, "while down here?" I ask with a somewhat lewd wink.

"Sure," Quinn says with an eye roll. "Be my muse and stand over there," she says as she points over to some strong oak trees near the edge of the river.

I sashay my way over, making sure to turn around and blow kisses to her while striking poses like I was at an actual photoshoot. Quinn laughs and snaps pictures of my antics. I beckon her with my finger, gesturing for her to come to me. "Kiss me, Quinn. Get in on camera too. Think you can be normal and take a selfie?" I ask in jest as I stick my tongue out at her. Quinn just rolls her eyes at me again, bringing her camera up to take a selfie of us. "You know," I start. "I can make your eyes roll for another reason," I say as I take the camera out of her hands, letting in drop to hang around her neck before placing a brief kiss on her lips.

Quinn's eyes flutter shut, leaning forward more when I pull away just enough that our lips are no longer touching, but still close enough to feel a whisper of breath. "Why'd you stop?" Quinn asks, eyes still closed, but hands reaching for my flannel shirt.

"Because I figured you'd want to head back to the car now, babe."

"Kiss me again," she demands, pulling me back to her, crushing my lips with hers. I kiss her back just as ferociously, slipping my hands under her sweatshirt. I smirk when I hear her gasp at the cold sensation of my hands against her underboob, dragging my hands slowly to her nipples to palm them. Quinn bites down on my lips then, tugging, causing a popping sound when she releases – her signal to go further. So I quickly pinch one of her nipples to distract her from my other hand sneaking into her yoga pants before I enter her.

Quinn cants, sucking in air harshly when my index finger enters her at the same time my thumb grazes her clit. "San, what, what are you doing? People could see?"

I slowly slide more inside of her before slowly drawing out. "And? Do you want me to stop? I don't see anyone around here. Besides, it'll give a new meaning to 'morning wood'" I say with punctuating thrusts. Quinn squeezes my bicep, worrying her lower lip, before taking off her camera and then nodding her consent. So I continue with thrusting in and out, in and out, with Quinn rocking her hips to the movement as I lightly suck on her earlobe before trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck to the collar of her sweatshirt.

Quinn grabs my arm, halting my ministrations on her clit. "I want you to fuck me like an animal. Fuck me from behind, Santana," she says as she reaches forward to grab me through my joggers. I gulp, feeling the wetness of my own panties as they roughly move across my clit. I close my eyes, taking in a breath, before opening them back up to see a primal look in Quinn's eyes. I quickly turn her around, pushing her against the tree, causing her to moan at the sensation of the rough bark brushing against her sensitive nipples through her sweatshirt. I pull down her yoga pants swiftly, just enough so that her ass is showing, but more so I can be able to reach her pussy without anything in my path.

I run my fingers through her folds, coating my fingers with her wetness before slamming two of them inside her. With rapid successions of in out, in out, rub the gspot, in out, circle the clit, my movements start to become jerky as I feel her walls start to clench my fingers, pulling them in more.

Crack. Whoosh.

"The fuck?" I still, trying to hear where the sounds came from.

Quinn, close to the edge, leans her head back, exposing her throat, whispers "if you don't fucking get your fingers back to moving and finish me off right. This. Fucking. Second. I. Will. Murder. You. Now fuck me." Having Quinn tell me to continue fucking her even with the potential of getting caught highly likely causes a fire to light in my belly and my fingers to pick up where they left off. "Fuck San. I'm so fucking close! Yes! Rougher! Just like that! Ahh, baby!" Quinn screams out the last part as her pussy clenches around my fingers, walls pulling me in further. I rub her clit, causing her tremors to continue, until she slowly comes down from her high.

I pull out slowly, slap her still bare ass with my hand that was rubbing her clit as I lick her juices off my other hand. As I'm doing so, I hear another crack, crack, whoosh, crack, woof.

"Hey! What are you two doing out here?" someone walking their dog asks us.

I look over to Quinn, face flushed, but yoga pants up. "Oh, you know. Just taking an early morning hike. Picture taking too." The man looks back and forth between before shrugging and heading off with his dog. I turn to face Quinn. "Hey babe, remind me of this next time you say that you want to go hiking and I say no. Better yet," I say as I reach for her camera on the ground before pulling her yoga pants back down again, "why not show me this picture instead?" I say, taking a picture of her glistening pussy as she quickly pulls up her sweatshirt so I can see her erect nipples and smiling face in the picture as well.

"Well, if you're going to have a picture of me like this, then I want one of you too. Question is, how wet are you baby?" she asks as she pulls me close and reaches her hand inside my joggers. "Oh goodie. Soaked. Just how I like your pussy. Now drop the joggers and spread. I want to eat you out." Eyes wide, I do what she says and she immediately latches her mouth onto my clit, assaulting it with her tongue. I lean back against the tree that I had just fucked her on, palming my breasts with one hand as I fist her hair with the other. Quinn pauses, pulls back briefly and says, "And maybe, if that guy is lucky, he'll see what you really meant by us taking a hike," before she dives her tongue back inside my pussy, fucking it thoroughly until I'm screaming her name to the animals in the woods.

A/N: Hello my little sluts. Sorry that's it's been awhile, but I hope that this was okay for my first time back in what feels like forever. If it makes you guys feel any better, I thought about and missed you all dearly! I hope that now my life is starting to be a little less crazy that I'll be able to post more often again, both for this and for Second Wind. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Until next time, stay slutty!

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