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The tent smelled like nylon and damp earth, and I could hear the rain drumming a steady rhythm against the flysheet. My name's Leo, and I've been training Mia for about four months now—she's got this incredible discipline, but tonight, after a ten-mile hike up a muddy ridge, that discipline was wearing thin.

"You know," she said, unrolling her sleeping bag, "I thought you were gonna make me do squats on a rock."

I laughed, pulling off my wet jacket. "The hike *was* the workout, Mia."

She shook her head, her blonde ponytail swinging. "You're always pushing me. At the gym, I mean." She looked at me, her eyes dark in the headlamp glow. "I like it."

There was a pause. The rain filled the silence.

"You ever think about training outside?" I asked, my voice lower than I intended.

Her lips curled. "Like this? Just us and the trees?"

"Something like that."

She moved first. She crawled over, her knees on the sleeping pad, and her hand landed on my thigh. "I've been thinking about this for weeks," she whispered. "Every time you spot me on the bench press..."

My cock was already hard, straining against my hiking pants. I didn't answer. I just pulled her into me, my mouth finding hers. She tasted like trail mix and rain. Her tongue was warm, insistent.

My hands went under her thermal top. Her skin was hot, slick with a light sweat. I cupped her tits—firm, real, no push-up bra bullshit. She moaned into my mouth, grinding her crotch against my thigh.

"Fuck, Leo," she breathed, breaking the kiss. "I need you inside me."

I unzipped her pants, yanking them down with her panties. She lifted her hips, helping me. Her pussy was already wet, the hair trimmed neat. I pushed her back onto the sleeping bag, spreading her legs.

"Look at you," I said, my thumb finding her clit. She was slick and swollen. "So ready for me."

"Cállate y fóllame."

I didn't need telling twice. I positioned myself, the head of my cock pressing against her opening. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

"God, you're thick," she hissed.

I pushed in, slow at first, feeling every inch of her tight, hot walls. She was so wet I slid right in, bottoming out with a wet sound that was loud in the small tent.

"Yeah," she groaned, her head thrown back. "Fuck, yeah."

I started moving, a steady rhythm, the sleeping pad rustling under us. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. The tent was small, our faces inches apart. I could smell her shampoo, the rain, the sex.

"Harder," she demanded.

I gave it to her. I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against hers, the sound of our bodies mixing with the rain. Her breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel her getting close, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Please, Leo, don't stop."

I reached down, my thumb pressing on her clit. That did it. She cried out, a sharp, high sound, her body convulsing under me, her pussy clenching tight around my dick. I kept fucking her through it, the sensation too much.

"Fuck, Mia, I'm gonna cum."

"Inside me," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "Cum inside me."

That was all I needed. I drove into her one last time, my orgasm ripping through me. I came hard, hot spurts filling her, my body shuddering. She held me, her legs tight, taking it all.

We lay there, breathing heavy, the rain still falling. My cock softened inside her, and I pulled out, a trickle of our cum running down her thigh.

"Shit," she whispered, laughing. "That was... intense."

I kissed her forehead. "Best hike ever."

The next morning, the sun was out, and we made coffee in the vestibule. She was wearing my hoodie, her hair a mess. She gave me a look, a small smile.

"¿El mismo día la próxima semana?", preguntó ella.

"I'll bring a bigger tent."